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We had adventures.
We went off to a kink con for the weekend, and it was lots and lots of fun.
We played the weekend with a D/s dynamic, not high protocol, but one that felt very natural for us. There was really only one rule: always naked in the hotel room. Other than that, it was just about doing what he asked. Sometimes just straight (get me that thing) sometimes more complicated (wearing a coconut rope harness while making him a sandwich).
The first day, he shaved me. Had me lie splayed out on the bed and shaved me bare, which was squirmy and exposed. And then he took a sharpie and wrote "MINE" across the newly bared skin, which was a lot more squirmy, and a squirmy that lasted every time I saw it for the rest of the weekend. Or any time he reminded me of it.
Another day, he put in a ring gag, and nipple clamps and then requested a massage. Service and pain and a bit of humiliation. It was really good.
At the end, he bent me over a bench and spanked me with his delicious new gloves (leather gloves, butter leather, really soft. Magic gloves) and all sorts of other things so that I was all tender for the drive home.
Other things were a couple of good suspensions, a discovery of how different it is to do rope in a loud club, where I can't hear him, and I can't any of the subtleties that cue me as to where he is. It's nice to perform in front of people, I like being his good girl and showing other people that. Plus, you know, rope :)
We got good comments, including one new person who commented how nice it was to see him reassure me as we went along. My Gentleman Caller pointed out that it was more me reassuring him and passing information ;)
An excellent mini-class in ichinawa and the intimacy of one piece of rope. Met a bunch of really awesome people, which will hopefully result in more connections.
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We went off to a kink con for the weekend, and it was lots and lots of fun.
We played the weekend with a D/s dynamic, not high protocol, but one that felt very natural for us. There was really only one rule: always naked in the hotel room. Other than that, it was just about doing what he asked. Sometimes just straight (get me that thing) sometimes more complicated (wearing a coconut rope harness while making him a sandwich).
The first day, he shaved me. Had me lie splayed out on the bed and shaved me bare, which was squirmy and exposed. And then he took a sharpie and wrote "MINE" across the newly bared skin, which was a lot more squirmy, and a squirmy that lasted every time I saw it for the rest of the weekend. Or any time he reminded me of it.
Another day, he put in a ring gag, and nipple clamps and then requested a massage. Service and pain and a bit of humiliation. It was really good.
At the end, he bent me over a bench and spanked me with his delicious new gloves (leather gloves, butter leather, really soft. Magic gloves) and all sorts of other things so that I was all tender for the drive home.
Other things were a couple of good suspensions, a discovery of how different it is to do rope in a loud club, where I can't hear him, and I can't any of the subtleties that cue me as to where he is. It's nice to perform in front of people, I like being his good girl and showing other people that. Plus, you know, rope :)
We got good comments, including one new person who commented how nice it was to see him reassure me as we went along. My Gentleman Caller pointed out that it was more me reassuring him and passing information ;)
An excellent mini-class in ichinawa and the intimacy of one piece of rope. Met a bunch of really awesome people, which will hopefully result in more connections.
This entry was originally posted at http://verbs-not-nouns.dreamwidth.org/37977.html. There are <
> comments there.