6/29 Slave's Diary

 

The night before:  left work shortly after midnight,  arrived home,  notified Mistress by text I was home, and proceeded to walk and feed my dog.

Then I went outside to the street,and met Her on arrival.

We proceeded upstairs, to the first floor of my townhouse,  

She started with an inspection of the housecleaning work I had done in the prior week, of which She seemed to approve, then She mentioned a few new things I needed to do.

Then we sat down in front of my laptop, and i went online, and purchased tickets for an upcoming trip.

Then She suggested I strip, which I did,  and after inspecting a couple spots on the upper parts of my buttocks that have yet to completely heal,  She picked up my new tawse, that had just arrived the day before ... a month after I ordered it, and tried it out and my backside and thighs, and seemed quite pleased with the results.

Then She told me, to go get into the shower.

Once I was inside, with the water running, She said, "Start masturbating and don't come out until I say so."

And I did, or tried to.   Masturbation on demand has yet to work well for me...but I tried.

After a moment, She opened the shower door... and was totally naked, much to my surprise. 

"Are you masturbating?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Did I say you could?"

"No, Mommy."

She stepped into the shower with me, holding a bathbrush, and turned me around and began smacking my bottom with it.   

Then She stepped back out. "If you can cum by the time I count to sixty, I'll give you a special surprise."

 Well, I tried, but hell, I couldn't even achieve a decent erection in that time.  

She told me to get out and dry off, and we went into the bedroom, and I got face down on the bed, and she smacked my bottom a bit with a red plastic paddle, then had me turn over, and She marked my thighs.

   (the picture above is of my thighs, some hours after)

Then She told me to turn over and keep my eyes closed.  She smacked the front parts of my thighs a bit,

then asked me to go fetch  a knife, which I did, and then I got back on the bed, until She told me to get up, and I cut see her cutting up bits of ginger root.

She handed me, two slivers, and She got on the bed, on her back, and opened her legs, and told me where to place the bits.  

With just one bit in place, She immediately began writhing and moaning,  and within five minutes, had a climax.

Smiling, She got up, told me to get down on the bed, and she cut up more ginger, and inserted a skinny bit into the urethra of my penis, and a big plug shaped piece into my anus.

And I felt the wonderful, marvelous BURN.

Oh god...    and She helped the process along by holding the root in place, and even pushing it in and out.

Just fucking marvelous...

And She stopped...

And after some conversation, we went to sleep.

I woke up, some hours later, to go downstairs, and feed my cats and walk my dog, and then went back upstairs.  

She suggested undress again, and had me go over Her lap, and applied the backside of a hairbrush to my bottom for a bit....   ohgod....  luv it.    

Then, sadly, it was time for her to go, and she dressed,  as I did, and I went downstairs with her, to see her off.  While leaving, she said, "New rule....  during the seven days, you may cum four times, instead of three."

Then my dog decided she was ready for another walk.   

Well, why not, it was only like 90degrees out today.

With time to use before getting ready for work, I was naked, on my bed,  hoping to do some stroking... as I was SO mentally turned on by the night and morning activities, even if I wasn't showing it,  and it wasn't a day that I could cum anyway, as I had already used my allotment for the week... new week starts Sunday...

And She called me twice on the phone, while I was doing so...  almost like She knew what I was doing (well, I told her, anyway).

Once I was physically aroused, it was time to take a (cold) shower, and get ready for work.

At work, five minutes early!! 

While at work, She sent me a text: "Are yuo ready for more restrictive guidelines?"

Oh boy.... "Yes."

"Be prepared."

"Like  a boy scout."

Great way to start a work shift, thinking about ...that.

Five hours later I sent her a text:  "I'm stressed out from that teaser."

"Teaser, did I forget something?"

"Restrictive guidelines...?"

"Oh shit, I forgot, can you come over tomorrow?"

...sigh...   Now I won't get any sleep thinking about it, either.

"Yes, after church..."

And thus ends my story for today.

 

 

 

June 28 Slave's Diary

Got off work Thursday night at 0100.
Mistress told me She was going to sleep around midnight, so I didn't call Her after work, like I usually do.

And I felt very lonely, very depressed about it.
I can't believe how dependent I've become on Her,  how attached I've become, how much I just wanted to hear Her voice.

I slept fitfully, and was awake before my alarm.
My usual instructions have been to call Her when I get up, but she did not relay those to me the previous night, either.
So, I got up, went about my usual business, and once done,  I sent Her a text.
She replied, "I Hope you slept well."
"Not really..."
"Why.."
"..Complicated."
"Can I help?"
"It just..stupid of me.."
"Please explain.."
"Not able to..."
"Not able to discuss, or do something, or not willing to open up..."
"Can't find words, and pre panic attack symptoms."
  True. My chest was tightening up, my breathing was labored....
"Okay I accept that, please understand I will ask again...It is my duty to be there for you."
"K"
"I love you and care about your well-being."
"I know..."
"Yes, I know you know, but it never hurts to be reminded."
"PA."
"PA... Prince Albert?"
"Panic..."
"Gotcha...do you need to cancel tonight?"
...Oh God no....
"I'm trying to get through NOW"
"May I call you?"
"What took you so long?"
And She called.
I was feeling depressed, lonely,  a little stressed due to what I knew would be challenges at work,
As we talked, I calmed down.  
She told me, I should call ANYtime I wanted or needed to.
And a bunch of other things.

And we hung up, and I made a few minor preparations for her visit to my place, tonight,  then I showered, dressed and went to (came to work).

Around 16:30, She sent me a text:  "Are you happy?"
"No, stressed."   Work was ..being difficult.
""Boo! I will let you get back to work."

Work stuff ... worked out.
Plowed through it, now just waiting for  ch ch changes.
It's 22:30,  my schedule is to be here til 0100, I'm hoping to leave midnight ish.
We shall see.
Then She'll be at my place...  maybe waiting for me, maybe after I get home.
And that will be tomorrow's story.

June 27 slave's diary

In the wee hours that started this day, I was on the phone with Mistress, while online checking flights and availability.

In time, we figured out what we could manage, based to time and budget factors,  and now we are booked.
I will accompany Her on a business trip to Chicago,  departing late Aug 9, and returning mid day Aug 12.

So, after a long day,  that had started at 0700 on Wednesday,  and included moving "about fifteen boxes", She said, when She first told me about it, from one storage unit to another  (it was more like, 45 boxes), then going to work...  I went to sleep at 04:00.

I usually wake up at some point during my sleep time, but not this time, and woke up to my alarm at 11:00 with  full-on morning wood.
I decided to advantage of 'it' and that it was an open day, and stroked it to a lovely climax, within 17 minutes.

I called Mistress, as I was supposed to do, on awakening, and got her voicemail, as she was in an appointment, and went about my morning chores.
She called me back, as I was about to step into the shower, and we chatted briefly.
I showered, and dressed, and came to work.  (Still at work, as I type this.)

I'll close with my personal thought for the day:

"Remember Your word to Your servant, for you have given me hope."

June 26 Slave's Diary

I used the gift of an extra hour,  at 01:00 this morning, finishing happily at 01:55.
Then I went to sleep, with the alarm set for 07:00.
I actually woke up with rock solid morning wood at 06:25, and managed to ignore until the alarm did go off, and I got up.  
I took care of morning business (eye drops for my contacts, morning Nuvigel,  morning water elimination, feeding cats and fish, scooping litter box, walking Cookie,  walking meditation,  then inside,  feeding Cookie, changing the animals' water dishes) then upstairs,  for a shower, etc. 

I was in my vehicle about 09:08, and called Mistress, as requested, as I was heading to Torrance to assist Her with moving boxes from one unit to another, and we were looking to meet there around 10:30.
"Do you think it will take that long to get to Torrance?"
"Tail end of rush hour," I said.  "If  I get there really quickly, I'll be waiting."

The 101 north was not bad at all, but the interchange into the 405-south took, simply, forever.
Then the usually cluster-fudge on the 405 south,  which cleared up soon enough.....  and I arrived at the meeting place at 10:28.
Meanwhile, She texted me to let me know, the 405 North was fouled up, and she was tied up in traffic.

It gave me time, to rearrange stuff in the back of my mini-van.
She arrived, and we drove into the grounds of the storage unit complex.
And we set about moving boxes and other stuff from one small unit into a much larger unit, a few driveways down the lot.

Mission accomplished, along with a Eureka! as She managed to find the box containing dinner dishes that She was really looking for.
Then, with a bit of a grin, She told me to fetch the bath brush (that somehow, She knew I brought along, sort of just in case), and in the privacy of the now-empty storage unit,  gave my tights-covered bottom a number of whacks with it.  (We're still arguing about the exact number.... let's go with twenty...)
She stopped, fearful of discovery  (and then,possibly, being banned from the premises) (in spite of the fact that, I had only seen one other vehicle on the premises, the whole time we were there.)

Then, we drove in two cars to a nearby fast-food place, for (coffee for me)(soda for Her), and conversation.

After becoming agitated by the racket of unsupervised children inside the place, we moved outside, near our vehicles. 
Conversation continued, and I took a few pictures of us, on my camera phone.... for my mother, who had been making inquiries about my new girl friend.  (Well, that's what I told my mother, She is.)

Then She said, "It's almost 2 o'clock, you gotta get going."
Oh hell, I was supposed to be at work at 2:30.
"Okay, thank you."
Off I went. 
In search of a gas station, as I saw the low fuel indicator light blinking.
One wrong turn later, I found my preferred brand of gas, fueled up, and started on the 16 or 17 mile ride on surface streets, to work.
It did not help, that the three lane road I was on, became two lanes, and then one, for awhile.
I sent a text to my manager, at 2 pm,  "Leaving  XYZ now, be there when I can, depending on traffic."
His reply:  "Awww... weekend at Bernie's?"
My reply:   Ummmmmmm...

I arrived at work at 15:16, a mere 45 minutes late.
She texted me:  "Sorry I made you late."
I passed that on to my manager, with an explanation of the days' events, and he smiled and said, "Pussy whipped already?"
I smiled and shrugged.
I related that exchange to Her, and She said, "Pussy whipped?  LOL! if he only knew."
I do not plan to have THAT conversation with him, any time soon.

So, at work... as tired as ....  well, someone who is really really tired...  with a slightly sore bottom...  very minor, but enough to remind me...  and just very very content,  even  happy. 
But not all happy.
She advised me, She's at home with a very upset stomach,  and has doctor's orders against taking anything for it.  and there's nothing I can do for Her, except offer my sympathies, and extend a prayer.
.............sigh.................  

June 25 A slave's diary

Under the guidelines given me, today is a day that I could masturbate to orgasm, with twenty minutes to do so.
At 01:50 this morning, I started in, cold.... that is, with no prior arousal that might have come from looking at porn, or any of a number of ways I used to get myself aroused.
With a rather odd fantasy, that I've already told Her about, and won't detail here, going through my head, I was able to cum, at 02:11.
I got some sleep, and spoke to Her on the phone, telling Her of my fantasy, and that it took 21 minutes.
She said, "Then, tomorrow, you only get fifteen minutes."
Which I did not consider harsh at all.  Wednesday is going to be a very busy day,  and there would be no time for it, not even fifteen minutes.

I got up, to doing the various tasks assigned me.
The first was vacuuming my living room floor.
For what I would call a 'normal' person, in a 'normal' house, where vacuuming is done weekly, more or less, this would not be a big deal.
However, the last time I vacuumed was.... hmmm... don't honestly remember, so, um, it was a .... chore.
I spent most of the time on my hands and knees with the hand-vac attachment, getting up against the walls, in the corners, moving many things out of the way.  After a good 90 minutes of that, I stood up, and used the upright to give the floor the finishing touch.
Then I got out my wet-spot-vacuumer, and spot cleaned various places on the carpet.
(Let's say, my 12 year old chihuahua still doesn't have total control of her bladder, and leave it at that.)

Then, I went upstairs, into the bathroom.
I cleaned the 6 1/2' by 3' mirror,  then I wiped down the 6 1/2' x 2' double-sink counter, and cleaned the sinks.
Then I scrubbed the toilet.
Then I swept, and disinfected, and mopped the floor.
I gathered up a couple bags worth of newspapers and trash to take downstairs, and out to the dumpster.
And I pounded down some carpet nails, that were sticking up through some frayed carpeting, that were found to be quite annoying to barefoot folks walking on them.

During the downstairs cleaning, I came across two items that I had forgotten about:
1. A hearing amplifier.  Not a medical hearing aid, but an "as seen on TV" hearing amplifier, that I used to use for watching TV,  when I had a roommate, and she complained that she could hear the tv better from upstairs, than I could, when sitting in front of it downstairs. So I acquired this, to watch tv at a lower volume.
Those that have around me recently, are aware of the challenge of getting me to hear whatever they have to say, which seems to depend on background noise, the volume of their speaking, etc.
So, I shall try wearing this thing, while in certain company, and see how it goes.
2. My Viagra.   Not 'mine', in that I never had a prescription for it,  but my father's, which Mother sent to me, when my ex-girl friend was complaining that I .... oh never mind.
 At any rate, some 40 pills....  I'll wait to hear Mistress's wishes regarding the disposition of it.

I notified Mistress by text, that I had finished all the requested tasks.
She replied:
 "I'm proud of you!.  You may masturbate for one hour and cum, if you wish.  AND,  you may make a request of me, if you desire.  Give me a list of five and I will choose one for you."

Wow! What a loving, generous Mistress!

I have yet to use the masturbation gift, as I had homework to do for a class tonight.
I'm still thinking about the list, to send her.

In other news, I wrote, long ago, about blackstrapmaster,  who disappointed me deeply, in his failure to show up to Moonburn, on May 4.  He notified me via message through spankthishookups that he wasn't coming.   He could have sent me a personal email, or text, or even made a phone call, but messaged me THAT way, which I might not have seen....  and didn't give a reason.
I was disappointed, then angry, for the longest time.
Through a forgiveness workshop at my church, I learned how to forgive him, how to let go of my expectations of him, and just let it go, and let him be him,  and love him for who he is, not who I expect him to be.
And I wrote an email to him, a few days ago,  saying I forgive him, etc.
He replied today,  "Okay, let's talk at Moonburn"  ...which would be, July 6.
Then he sent another email, "Better would be, call me now, let's talk."
I did.
We talked.
All is good between us, and maybe ... I'm not setting any expectations this time... maybe... I'll see him at Moonburn.

June 24 A slave's diary

Mistress came over, the other night, and did a walk-through home inspection.

For a description of my home, I give you Sheldon's quote, upon first seeing Penny's apartment:
"The Mandelbrot set of complex numbers is a little messy..... THIS is CHAOS."

She outlined a list of things she wanted me to get done around the apartment.
Nothing onerous, nothing burdensome, simply things that I knew needed to be done,  that I've been putting off, like for ever,  and I needed a kick in pants to get 'em done.
So, She kicked me in the pants.

Today:
I started with the refrigerator.  I threw out perishables that had been in there from since and before my roommate moved out, mid January, and I wiped and cleaned it out, top to bottom, outside then inside.
The I scrubbed down the walls in the kitchen.
Then I wiped down the range top, and all the counters.
Then I swept the floor, numerous times, and got down on hands and knees, and used a knife to scrape up sticky stuff.
And I mopped.
And I mopped again.
And I swept it again.
And I mopped it again.
Once finished, I was, I am, damn proud of it.

And it just took a kick in the pants to get started.

More chores on the agenda for tomorrow:  stay tuned.

Diary June 23

As of the wee hours of June 23, it is official.

We signed, and now I am bound, by a very restrictive contract, as a slave, to a Mistress.

She is an adorable woman, and I love Her dearly.

We met at a dungeon party, and continued to see each other, and exchanged greetings, at later parties.

I posted a story on another site, expressing my disappointment and anger, caused by play partners I had been with, who let me down.  I was having problems with continuity in my life: I had nobody I could count on.
She read it and messaged me, offering to be a steady play partner, if I so desired.
I did so desire.
We got together at another dungeon party, and had a very good time.  She said She did; I know I did.
We exchanged frequent messages and texts, and ... She offered me a contract, a fairly unrestrictive D/s contract, in the wee hours, two weeks later, we signed it.
As a few days passed, I realized my issue with the contract was... the very simple escape clause, that either party could cancel it at anytime, just by saying so.
THAT left me, still, with an insecure feeling,  thinking that, at any time, She could call me up and say, "I don't think this is working out, I wish you the best of luck in the future...."
I spent one afternoon with Her, in a very vanilla setting, which left me quite happy,  which always seems to result in a downslide,  and in this case a near meltdown,  as I couldn't stop worrying, "What's going to go wrong?"
This resulted in what I would call our only disagreement or somesuch, thus far.
In the course of our exchanging texts, She sent one to me that said "You are being unreasonable, and trying to fuck up on purpose."
My feelings were hurt, and my feelings DON'T get hurt, unless whatever it is, comes from someone I care about.
When my feelings get hurt, I go incommunicado.  I don't answer the phone, answer texts, or emails.  I'm all about 'leave me the eff alone."
And I can be that way for days, weeks...  just depends on how long I choose to hold on to it.
I woke up to find several voicemails from Her, and a wall message, offering to delete 'that' line, the one saying that either party can cancel at anytime.
After morning meditation, which brought me to the realization that I WAS fucking up... just not 'on purpose', I called her.
We talked it out.
She explained that, if She deleted that line, the contract becomes permanent (except for certain clauses pertaining to breach of contract) and it would progress from Dominant/submissive to Mistress/slave, and would require a number of other additions to the document.
I told Her, I would be quite interested in reading such a document.
Within a couple days, She forwarded me the revised contract, and I asked a few questions for clarification, then minor changes were made, and soon had a contract that I approved of.
We signed it, as noted above, in the wee hours of June 23.

There is no option for me quitting, just because I want to. There is no option for Her quitting, just because She's tired of me ...or wants to.
The only way out is by breach of contract, by violation of certain paragraphs within the contract, by the other party.

The essence of the contract is that I am to obey Her in all respects,  My mind, body, heart, and time belong to Her.
I exist for Her pleasure,
She is my Protector.

We do not live together, nor is this a long-distance relationship.
We're far enough apart that daily meetings are unmanageable, but close enough that twice a week will be expected, and three times a week, possible.

For the first time in years....decades.... I don't feel like I'm wandering from thing or person to the next,  aimlessly looking for...  I don't know what exactly.
Now...   thanks to Mistress,  I feel  WANTED. I feel CARED FOR.  I feel LOVED.
Dare I say it?
Yes, I dare.
                           I feel HAPPY

Thank You so much, Mistress.

Diary 6/18 June 14th/15th

...was the date a party was scheduled for, at the Bordello.
ContraryMerry (CM) and I had a date to meet there, after I managed to get away from work, which would be midnight or 01:00, whenever I could slip away.
Then the party was cancelled.
Quite disappointed, I was.
Then CM suggested, "Let's just meet at your place."
Cool!
I slipped away from work around midnight, fought my way through the usual fouled-up weekend Hollywood traffic to get home, walked and fed Cookie, and took a shower.
And I sat and waited, and CM called, telling me about a total stoppage on the 134 freeway, and that she had exited the freeway in Glendale.
She is among the group of 17 people in LA/Orange county that still do not have GPS on their phone or in their car, and I guided her to my place, turn by turn, and once she was close enough, I went outside, and waved her into my empty carport, as I had previously parked my own car on the street.
We hugged, gathered her bags, and went upstairs, and into my townhouse.
We walked through Cookie's room (it is really the living room, but I only pass through it to go to the kitchen or down to my car, and Cookie spends her days and nights on the couch) and Cookie barked her greetings, and we went upstairs.
We signed contracts, formalizing our relationship (as noted on my D/s status on my profile) and I gave her a present, selected by me from her wish list on her profile, which was a Thank You for showing me such a wonderful time, 13 days prior.
and then she collared me,
and ... and...
And I leave the rest to the reader's imagination, illustrated by pictures on my profile.
ContraryMerry has, over the previous three days, been going through major trauma and heartbreak, due to the horrible and outrageous outing of her formally-collared submissive.
I am saddened by this, beyond words. I emphathize with her.
It hurts me, not in a good way, but in a very bad way, to see and hear her, so heartsick about all this.
I trust that the new relationship between her and I has given her some small measure of happiness that can at least begin to take the edge off the grief she has been feeling.
I know that the relationship has given me a measure of happiness and joy that I have not felt, in a good long time.
Thank you SO much, Mistress Merry!

6/17 Daily Whine about June 11th

..was a very interesting day for me.
It started with meeting ContraryMerry (CM) for lunch and preliminary contract discussions, then following her or tagging along as she ran some errands, while continuing to discuss 'things', then going to the South Bay Munch, in Torrance.
Munches: casual gatherings of people for chatting, joking, conversation, and such.
And, not ranked highly on my favorite-things-to-do list.
So, I was seated at a long table, with CM on my right, and Mr_Stitch (MS) on my left, and I was introduced to at least a dozen people, of whom, right now, I don't remember a single name.
I hope nobody I met takes offense to that; it's just that, in unfamiliar surroundings, in the midst of unfamiliar people, I'm not listening to names when I'm introduced, I'm trying to figure out how quickly I can excuse myself and get away from there.
And it's really first-time jitters. If I went back a second time, I would be okay ... well, at least better ... since most of the unfamiliar people would be kinda familiar.
My usual nervousness (as in, panic) was exacerbated by knowing that here would be my first meeting with BDLsSweetCandee (SC) and BigDaddyLou (BDL).
I had been exchanging emails with SC for a few days prior to this Munch, and I was quite apprehensive about this meeting.
Why was I so apprehensive?
I've been diagnosed, by someone with a piece of paper covered in flowery writing hanging on his wall, and who charges way too much for someone to come into his office and look at it, with performance anxiety; essentially, a total lack of self-confidence, which makes me anxious about "am I good enough, smart enough, will they like me, what will I trip on, will I say something stupid (again)".
So, they (SC and BDL) arrived, and we were introduced, and they took seats around the table, and whatever happens at munches, continued to happen.
While I sat quietly in my chair, staring intently into my cup of coffee, with CM occasionally whispering ... this or that .. in my ear.
I felt the onset of a panic attack, and excused myself, and walked, rather quickly, outside.
While sitting outside, and kinda wishing I'd brought my shoulder bag, so I could keep on moving, go to my car, and just leave, MS came along, and tapped me on the shoulder. "You okay?"
"Oh! Oh, yeah ... just great. "
"CM asked me to come out and check on you, so... you're okay?"
"I'll survive, I think."
He nodded, and went back in.
After another minute, I headed back in, and met CM, who was coming out to check on me, herself.
"You okay?" she asked.
"I guess so."
We returned to the table, in time to start ordering our dinners.
That, followed by the arrival of more munchers, followed by the arrival of our meals, got me out of my head, for a bit.
After I finished eating, which I tend to do, quite quickly, all that remained for me to do was stare at my empty plate.
And I felt it happening again: elevated pulse, tightness in my chest, shallow breathing.
So, I excused myself, and went outside.
While outside, I heard the alert on my phone of an incoming text or e-mail.
I took a look; it was a text from SC (who was seated at the table to the immediate left of the person across from me), asking "Would you like to come over this evening?"
God bless her.
If she had asked me this at the table, I might have gone into shock.
I replied, "Your call, if I can survive this."
SC: "Awww, that bad?"
Me: "Yeah, and battery at 5%"
SC: "Well, I invited you, so its YOUR call. YES or NO?"
Me: "Y"
Me: "E"
ME: "S".
Then Me: "Sure it's okay?"
I received no response to that one, but I guessed that it was (okay).
I went back inside.
Dinner plates were taken away: dessert was being served to those who ordered it.
Checks were brought by the server, and dealt with.
People started to get up and say their so-long-and-thanks-for-all-the-fishes,
and SC came up to me, and said, "So, you're going to follow us?"
I nodded, and said goodbye to CM and MS, and a number of names-forgotten others, and went outside with SC and BDL.
BDL gave me some quick and dirty directions in case I got lost following their truck, and off we went.
I might as well have left my car in the restaurant parking lot; it would have been closer to their place than where I did find parking, but I don't mind walking most of the time (like, when my ankle isn't all tweaked, which happened three days prior to this).
So, I walked-limped back to their place, and BDL met me outside their building, to help me NOT get lost inside their complex.
Once inside ...
Well, that's a story for another time, but there are a few pictures on my profile that illustrate it.
I give a HUGE heartfelt thanks to ContraryMerry, and later, Mr_Stitch, for tolerating my company throughout the day, and bearing with my insanity during the munch,
and equally HUGE thanks to BDLsSweetCandee and BigDaddyLou for their delightful hospitality after the munch!

Diary June 8 Video: learning the hard way

Diary June 3 Home session, after Moonburn

Diary June 3 a BoD party

So, a party at the BoD on May 25th, a Saturday, a work night for me.
While being completely wishy-washy about it (go, don't go, go, don't go), I eventually go out of work two hours early, and arrived there around midnight.  (The party was scheduled for 9 pm to 3 a.m.)
The issue for me is, if there's nobody there I already know, it's unlikely I'm gonna get to know anybody else.
I just don't ... mingle...well.
This was a 'play' party, where people go, often with the intention of doing things they might not be able to do at home, or doing 'em with people they don't otherwise see, or using equipment/furniture not otherwise available to them.
Usually requires a partner, or two or three.
Which I'm in very short supply of.
Once, I went to a party there with a prearranged meeting, and had a painfully good time.
The other parties I went to there, I could ... only watch, while trying not to stare.
So, when I have no meetings prearranged, I've learned to go with zero expectations of getting in some playtime.
So, first surprise, I went in, and was immediately met by someone I knew, well enough to remember my name!  and gave me a hug.
Then I went on down into the basement, and saw somebody else I knew... couldn't remember his name, but he didn't remember mine either... and we chatted a minute about upcoming Munches and the like.
Then I went back upstairs, and outside, to the circle of chairs around the open fire, and sat down for a quadruple-cigarette break.
The chair to my left was vacant, and the chair next to that was occupied by, as he describes himself in his profile which I read later, a draq queen Dominatrix.
He was speaking to the person to his left:  "I was really looking forward to beating some ass tonight..."
That kinda got my attention
A minute later, he said, ".... just no people that are willing to be tied up and beaten...."
Hmmm.
The person he was speaking to excused himself to go get a drink.
It looked like he was looking around, like he was going to get up and go somewhere else, and I finally took my heart in my hands...  I mean, seriously, I really don't like putting myself 'out there' or risking rejection...  and said, "Excuse me...?"
He looked at me, "Oh hi."
"Hi...  sorry, I overheard you saying,  no people that are willing to be tied up and beaten, so are you gender-choosy?"
"Noooo," he said, "Are you submissive?"
"Totally."
"Well....  I am  <>, and you are?"
"I am <>."
"And, your limits?"
"None that I've found yet."
"Ooooh. Well, let's find a playspace."
And off we went, and made our way to the basement dungeon.
He had me kneel, and put his Dominating shoes on his fishnet-nylon-covered feet.
And I stood up, and he took my shirt off of me, and gently pushed me back against the ... I do not know what it's called, so I'll call it a gate,  an upright mostly metal thing, the width and height of a good sized gate, with a padded middle insert, so it's relatively comfortable to lean against, front or back, and lots of bars and things to tie ropes on, and attach cuffs to.
He produced rope, and started tying it up and down and all around me,  so that my hands were behind my back, and I was tightly restrained against and to the gate.
Then the action began.
He tweaked and twisted and pulled my nipples.
With an open hand, he slapped ...hard...my ribs and breasts.
He slapped my thighs (still covered by my thin running/cycle tights).
He slapped my groin.  Not really hard, but nonetheless, owch.
After going back and forth like this, up and down, he untied me...enough that I could turn around, then he retied me up.
With my back turned, I can only guess what he was using...floggers on my back...  paddles on my buttocks and hips...  and he reached around to twist and tweak my nipples even more.
He untied me, turned me around, retied me, and continued the frontal assault.
He untied me, turned me around, and leaving me unfettered, continued.
And he stopped.
"Need to go see if my ride home is still here..."
I helped him pack up, cleaned up the play space, and followed him upstairs.
We sat outside, by the fire, a bit,  until his ride appeared, and he said 'Goodnight," and he left.

Well, I knew my nipples still hurt.
It wasn't until I got home, and stripped off, and looked in the mirror.....
Red blotches on both breasts...  still present, 24 hours later.
Red blotching on left buttock just below the hip (still showing); red blotching and bruising, similar place right hip (still showing), blotching on my back (less visible now).
And my nipples are still tender to the touch, but at least they don't ache.

Well, that WAS fun.



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