Being a gift
I was set to play for the second time in as many days. I had managed to get on the list for MYTH, which billed itself as a party for queer unicorns or something along those lines (this really isn't my forte.)
To attend MYTH, everyone was expected to arrive with their "unicorn buddy" who would be responsible for them and vice versa. I was keen to attend as a lot of my friends were going and they were very excited for it, but I didn't fancy registering as the unicorn buddy of a stranger, so I wound up going as part of a unicorn trio with ThatWhichYields and IAmTheLaw.
I turned up to ThatWhichYields and IAmTheLaw's apartment to finish getting ready. I had decided to wear a conservative blue suit with my harness underneath. I thought that would present me as having a dignified and conservative exterior but being kinky underneath my clothes. With the number of times I have hidden whip and cane marks under a suit on a Monday morning, I was surprised the idea had never struck me before. The harness was slightly visible beneath my white shirt, however, and I wasn't all that keen to ride the subway alone like that, so I waited until getting to their place to change. (As it happens, dressed in a suit I was repeatedly asked for directions. It makes sense I guess. What kind of tourist wears a suit. One tourist told me I looked just like a friend in Israel who is a paratrooper. That's a cool doppleganger!)
But I digress. Joined by Elsha and Raab, we drove out to Brooklyn to get to MYTH. The place was set in what I assume was a swinger's club of some sort. It was a lot more sex oriented than kink oriented with condoms everywhere and partially cloistered booths with peep holes so curious voyeurs could look in.
I met Miss Lyss who had chosen a "dominant schoolgirl" get up to compliment my suit and harness pairing and she introduced me to Miss Tiffany who would be joining us for the beatdown. Apparently when they work together they are sometimes referred to as the Head Bitches In Charge.
There was a brief talk about limits and protocols before I was called upon to kneel and a collar was placed arond my neck whilst I was still wearing my suit. It was quite a cool look.
We found some space to play, and I transformed from a mild mannered suit wearing type into Kinkman. Anyone who wants to write theme music for this new character of mine is welcome to do so.
To be honest, I'm not sure if I can accurately recall exactly what happened. There was a wide array of implements used, frequently at the same time by two dommes on different parts of my body. This made it difficult to build up any sense of rhythm as I am often accustomed to doing. There were paddles, crops, tools which they described as antlers which had an antler on one end which was useful for scratching and poking things (like me) and what looked like a cross section of bone on the other end, a flexible purple cock, and a rod made out of some kind of metal. I'm claiming steel. STEEL!!! It left some very deep marks that are still with me.
The two of them went at me, and whether they were working to a plan or improvising I couldn't say. On more than one occasion they had to shoo away other dommes who landed a smack or two. I was grateful for that. If I have met someone and decided that I'm ok with them, then I have no problem with them hitting me. In fact, I will go to great lengths to let them hit me until they get their fill. I had met Miss Tiffany just that night but had got it into my head that she was ok before I found myself in an altered headspace.
The other two were different. They may have been fine, and I may have really enjoyed it, but I didn't know who they were and that immediately made me feel uncomfortable. Luckily that feeling didn't last long.
The beating went on, and I managed to stay on my feet through it until I finally went down and found myself sprawled out on the cold concrete floor. Miss Lyss decided it was time for a break, but not before the letters "HBIC" were scrawled across my abs in sharpie.
After I had recovered mentally, I was put in the shower and rinsed off with cold water as the hot water stubbornly refused to turn up. Plenty of people had a chance to look at my marks, as my suit didn't go back on until the end of the evening.
The bruises really came out in the hours that followed, and are still with me (though faint) two weeks later.
Later on in the evening there was an extended birthday footrub and a fair amount of me being led around on a leash. It was a very cool look.
Apparently I make a pretty good birthday present.