I am a queer femme woman who is in a 24/7 Dominant/submissive, Owner/slave, and Daddy/girl relationship with my queer butch Wife, Owner, Daddy, and Syr. She owns me: body, mind, heart, and soul. I am Her little girl and I belong to Her now and forever. This is my journey.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Public Play Party on Friday
Last Friday night, Syr took me to a local kinky queer women's play party. We went with our friends t & R.
I had been looking forward to it SO much! We don't often get the opportunity to play in a way that makes *noise* so I was really excited! I could tell Syr was too. It was absolutely thrilling watching Her pack our bag for the items we'd need for the evening. She brought the clothes-clips, the flogger, rope, collar, cuffs, leash, crop..... *swoon*
At the last moment I thought to bring a couple thick, fuzzy towels because I remembered the floor from the hall where the party was taking place was hard, with no soft spots suitable for kneeling.
Once we got there, the first thing I did was lay out those towels and kneel at my Syr's feet. Words can't even begin to describe how completely incredible that felt. Doing that publically is a rare treat and I was loving it. Syr locked Her collar around my neck and put my wrist cuffs on. She put the ankle cuffs on at first but took them off again so I could kneel more comfortably.
We watched the play for a while, and I enjoyed chatting a bit with t while Syr and R chatted a bit as well. It was interesting to see the Dom/sub dynamics at work in that way.
At one point, 'Closer' by NIN came on, and I just melted. Syr put my blindfold on and whispered terribly naughty things in my ear while I listened to the music thumping.
Almost immediately after we'd arrived at the hall, Syr had noticed a rack, but instead of a St. Andrew's Cross or grid/rack style, it was in the shape of a pentagram, a 5 pointed star. We both loved the look/feel of it and She was dying to get me onto it. But, the people using it were playing for a LONG time...
After a bit, Syr got impatient, and removed my top. She pulled out the clothes-clips then and I knew what She had in mind.
The twist was sitting very still and handing her the clips, one at a time while She placed them all over my breasts. When She was done, I was sinking and sinking, feeling all mellow and quiet and as usually happens when I drop into subspace, I got tunnel vision and there was only Her with me there. Everyone else just falls away.
She walked me around a bit on my leash, topless except the clothes-clips that covered my breasts...
But mostly I knelt at Her feet and felt Her knees at my back, or faced Her, letting my hands rest on Her strong denim-clad thighs, or I laid my cheek on Her knee.
When the equipment became available, Syr led me to it, and we quickly discovered that my clothes-clipped breasts fit perfectly into a gap in the frame at the center of the pentagram. She was thrilled She didn't have to take them off yet and promptly went to work on my back.
As usually happens within a scene, the actual details are fuzzy. I was shaky from the clothes clips before Syr even delivered the first blow to my back and shoulders. I remember She started with Her hands, and used Her belt and the crop a little. But mostly She used the flogger... and it was absolutely amazing.
We 'created' a system on the fly last night for communicating where I am at pain wise as playing in public is not something We do often. We always use Red as a default safeword but there are all those inbetweens...
She put my hands way above my head and told me to drop them if I need Her to stop. What I found myself doing was lowering them a little when it got a little too intense, and She'd lighten up, and then raise them when I was in a 'green' place pain-wise.
It worked SO well and because of that silent communication, She got me to that 'sweet zone' so easily and quickly, part of which I attribute to the prior warm-up of sorts with the clothes clips but hey.. it was still awesome!
Halfway through, She took off the clothes clips... I always forget how much they hurt coming off! Yeowch! But a good yeowch!
At the end, my legs were so shaky I could barely support myself. She led me back to the kneeling place to come down with some gentle, loving after-care.
My sub-space bled into the next couple of days. I was soft and floaty and happy and melty for several days. And Syr ...definitely enjoyed that.
All in all, it was a delicious experience and we took from it several more ideas and cravings for quiet private play.
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2 comments:
It sounds like you and Syr had a wonderful time at the party. Yes, pegs always seem to hurt more coming off!
Never heard of a rack shaped like that, but it sounds like it worked well.
xx Dee
i'm just noticing that you updated again. :) sounds like a wonderful time... there is such a powerful feeling to be able to submit publicly.
i hope you write for us again soon!
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