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Tapas – Things i’ve Never Seen Before

22 Oct

The “tapas” at Kinky Kollege were stations set up around the dungeon ~ 14 of them ~ with different kinds of play that people could try.

Sir and i texted back and forth for a while about whether or not i had permission to try anything.  i wasn’t pushing hard for permission, and He didn’t say no.   He ended up telling me to be careful, think before i leaped, and that He trusted my judgement.

There were some things i’d never seen before ~ a vacuum bed.  The person lies down in it ~ naked, or panties only.  It’s like a ~ well, it’s a lot like the body bags that SirTop and slavebonnie had at COPE, except it’s latex.  It has a hole for a tube that goes in the person’s mouth so they can breathe.

Once the person is settled in, lying on the floor, zipped into the bag, breathing steadily, they suck all the air out of the bag.  It’s on the person like a second skin.  Then about three people caress them.

The people who did it seemed to like it a lot.  They said being caressed through the bag was really sensual.

Then i saw needle play.  Master Z, who’s an expert, was pushing needles through one woman’s back ~ you know, they do it like you’d do if you were pinning a hem.  Like this:

 

Later, he was doing it above a woman’s breast.  i was going to show you a picture of what it was like, but all the images were too extreme.  He just did about four needles, in a straight row, and she looked very sub-spacy and pleased.

i saw some flogging, some rope bondage, single tail whips, fire play and violet wands, but wasn’t tempted  by any of that.  In fact, i was feeling kind of off-in-subspace just walking around watching and decided that since i’m by myself, that’s probably quite enough thrill.

But i’ve talked to a bunch of people, been to three classes, bought four books, and tried on a corset.  The corset was half price, but it didn’t fit right.  🙁

Time to change clothes for dinner…

Ms. Constance and Edge Play

3 Apr

So there we are, G and i, at the munch, sitting with Ms. Constance and some other people.  Ms. Constance is the matriarch of the community here, and an impressive person.   i’ve blogged about her before.

Her slave, Drew, is away on a trip and she has someone else with her, also named G, apparently as a fill-in of sorts{?}  i don’t ask.  But, when she commens that she needs another soft drink, he jumps up to get her one pretty quickly.

But then, anyone would.  

G and i have both already eaten – me at the fish fry, of course.  So we just chat – O, and he buys a paddle with a heart cut-out.  It was a pretty blue paddle. 

No, {laughing}he doesn’t end up using it on me.

Anyhow – cutting to the chase here – Ms. Constance did a class on Edge Play, which was interesting and a lot of fun.  i didn’t learn a whole lot brand new, but it’s good to hear it laid out so nicely.  And she has some stories. 

There are probably 40 of us in the class, maybe more.  That’s nice too cause it gives the community a frame of reference.

She makes several points. 

1.  Edge play can be anything that makes us uncomfortable, or makes people watching uncomfortable ~ on edge.  General categories of edge play are:  breath play, fire play, and knives.  Humiliation can be edge play. 

Some people would consider golden showers, or brown showers, or rainbow showers  edge play.  Age play has been considered edge-y, although that’s changing. 

2.  Edge play for me may not look like a big deal to you, but you may not understand what’s happening.  Don’t judge.

3.  Edge play for me may look gross and disgusting to you.   {Rainbow showers, for example = throwing up.  Yikes.}  Don’t judge.   If you want to feel less judgmental, take a class in it or talk to someone who likes it and try to open your mind to the concept.  It still may not be your cup of tea {so to speak} but it may make it less ~ um, icky.

4.  There’s a difference between pushing someone’s limits or edge play and confronting a phobia.  Leave people’s phobias alone, unless you’re working on it together in some consensual way. 

5.  “Safe, Sane, and Consensual” is, to quote Ms. Constance, “something the gay guys came up with to make the vanillas go away and leave them alone.  They never thought anyone in the community would take it seriously.”

RACK ~ Risk Aware Consensual Kink ~ is the approach Ms. Constance takes, which is what Sir D used to talk about too.  It actually makes more sense.  After all, if someone’s going to be setting fires on my body, can that really be considered safe or sane?

Of course, my list of the points she made is dreadfully dry and boring compared to the stories Ms. Constance tells as illustration.  For example, she tells one about a guy who was tied up and blindfolded  ~ actually, many of her stories start this way.  But this particular one involved wax play and a wick that ran the length of his cock…

And i can’t do her stories justice.

She engages the audience a lot too, which always makes it fun.  You can imagine my shock when she’s talking about humiliation and says,  “For example, I might say,” and she looks at me, “aisha, you’re really quite the little slut, aren’t you?”

So i giggle, you know, i can’t help it. 

And she says, still watching me, “So then if I get that reaction, i think, O, she’s reacting to that, I think I’ll do that some more.”   

i can feel myself grinning, and my face is getting hot.  i half-cover my face.

She says, “And if she keeps reacting, then I’m going to keep doing it.” 

By which time I’m pretty sure i’m bright red, and Ms. Constance concludes with, “And if i can make her blush, then that’s really good!” 

She goes on with the lecture, and there are questions and answers and she makes a final point that i think is really important.  She talks about the responsibility of Doms to be careful and take care of the sub.  And she talks about our responsiblity too, to take care of ourselves.

So if someone wants to do knife play with me, i may like the idea, AND i need to ask them what experience they have with knife play.   If they don’t have any, it doesn’t mean we can’t still play, but i might want to take it more slowly. 

We need to be aware of the risks.

We have a responsiblity to let a Dom we’re playing with know if we have any medical or physical conditions.  i’m bad about this.  i’ll tell you i don’t have any health problems ~ well, i don’t really!

O, um, well, i do take meds for my blood pressure.  But it’s a really low dose!

O, and i might have some knee issues… 

…and shoulder problems, sometimes. 

Yeah. 

Probably better not to wait til i’m in the middle of some suspension bondage to admit that.

Beyond that even, subs have a responsibility to make good choices, just like we do in every other part of our lives.  As trust builds, we may take more risks of course.  We may exchange more power.  But if we hand our well-being over to someone else from the beginning, we may end up in trouble.  We need to ~ you know, be aware of risks and aware of what we’re consenting to.

Anyhow, G and i left after the class.  i saw three or four people i know and really like, so that was cool.  i’m going back next month for sure.

AND –

starting next month, on Fridays, they’re going to do some kind of organized thing to encourage people {like me} to play.  So they’re talking about letting tops set up areas, like stations, where they can demonstrate their skills and subs can walk around and look and negotiate to play if they want to.

Doesn’t that sound fabulous?

Sigh… of contentment, i think.

i’m back to loving this community, and ready to get more involved.

 

Fire Play (Part II)

8 Sep

So i am lying on the raised platform that’s like a stage in the huge dungeon at the play party.  All around me, Doms and Dommes, subs and slaves, are playing out their own scenes.  Or watching the players.

Some of them are watching Sir D. play with the violet wand, touching me with it, while i try not to squirm.  All my attention is on Sir D.  He has told me to lie still, and that’s what I’m trying to do.  Even while He shocks me, over and over.  

Then He uses His own body as an electric conductor –  when He touches me, the electricity runs through Him and shocks me.  i am fascinated.  i feel a fierce connection between us – the current just as  strong when He isn’t touching me as when He is.

And then.  The wand again.  And a little spray bottle.

i watch.  He touches me with the wand, testing.  It makes a little noise – ttck – a little staticky noise – ttck.

“Lie still,’ He says, “That’s your job now, just lie still.  Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Sir,” i say, a little anxious,  “i will.”

He starts on my arm.  The “Whhft,” of a tiny spray bottle, a cold sensation on my skin.  Then the wand, sparking, sparking – ttck – ttck

 Whoosh – flames! 

Flames on my body!  Growing warm…

“Poof,” His hand slaps down on the flames, and they are out.

O, my.

He does it over and over.  Sometimes i can see the flames.  On my chest, my breasts.   On my nipples, my nipples on fire. 

Sometimes i can only feel it – i know the rhythm. 

Whhft – the cold wet

– ttck – ttck  – tingling shock

–          Whoosh!  The light, the flame

Pause – pause – growing warmer – almost toooooo

Poof!!  The slap of His hand again…

Whhft – ttck –ttck – and Whoosh!  Pause, pause – Poof!  And the flames are gone again. 

Over and over. 

i watch Him with pleasure. 

i am not afraid. 

i lie still. 

Except once – once when the warmth grows half a second longer – and i squirm – and Poof!  Just in time, but –

“Don’t,”  He says.  “If you move, I might not be able to put it out.” 

O.

Lying very still.

It is a new kind of subspace – i have no words for it.  i can feel Him, feel His energy.  He feeds me His energy.  He holds me in a new way.

Like the rope.  The rope is an embrace, a connection, a web he weaves between us even as it leaves His hands. 

Now the electricity sparks between us, holds me to Him.   my body is alive, i sparkle and tingle; and i am very still.  i am very His. 

“Let’s do your back,” He says.  “Do you want me to do your back?” 

“O, yes, yes, Sir,” i say, as He helps me roll over.  my face in the blanket now, the blanket that smells like Him.  i can’t see Him now, but i can smell His scent, bury my face in the blanket, breathing in His presence. 

And i can feel Him.  O, i can feel Him.

Whhft – ttck –ttck – and Whoosh!  Pause, pause – Poof! 

Over and over.

 And then He is done. 

Sigh. 

i might have wanted Him to go on forever.     

He holds me.  Holds me, whispers to me.  Says the things i need to hear.  The words I crave, sweet and gentle, whispered close. 

“Good girl.  You did so good.  Good girl.”  i curl into Him.

Mmmmm.  i could stay like this forever too.

He helps me up.  i feel dazed, a little weak.  Not bad at all, just not fully there.  Well, of course not, i am deep in subspace.  i wrap myself in the blanket, so warm, that smells like Him.  i stay close to Him.

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Not then, but now, I think about early man.  I think about lightning and fire.  Lightning bolts, huge jagged streaks, landing – sparks – and fire.  Elements so basic, so much power.   

I know there is more, but I don’t have the words.    Not today.  Not yet.