Writing fast this morning – overslept a little, not surprising if you knew how little sleep i got over the weekend. Wish i’d been able to take off work today, but it didn’t work out. Anyhow.
Classes. We went to classes first. Miraculously, none of the classes i really wanted to go to were held during my volunteer time, which made me very happy.
So first we went to Mistress Jenn on impact play. She demonstrated how to use hands and other body parts effectively. It’s a type of play that i’ve never done ~ other than spanking, of course.
She spent some time on spanking, and ways to do it to get the best effect ~ which is both painful and erotic for the bottom ~ um for the bottom’s bottom.
But than she demonstrated how to kick in ways that are apparently erotic, and did some wrestling kinds of moves. That’s not my cup of tea ~ i’m too small, i think, and too old for sure, to be trying to fight any Doms. But her sub, who was my size and maybe close to my age, appeared to enjoy it all.
i had seen a workshop on this kind of play once before, but it was more intense and seemed less designed for eroticism. Mistress Jenn did demonstrate face slapping in a way that made it seem it could theoretically be not awful and traumatic, which is kind of cool.
She had lots of interaction and demonstrations with people in the audience, and that’s always fun.
i did my volunteer shift next, and Sir brought us back lunch just as i was finishing. It was nice eating together, talking about the class and people we’d seen, and just enjoying each other’s company.
Then we went to a class on Formal Training for submissives and slaves. Sargent Major and slave riches taught that one, and it was a very old-school presentation.
Sir and i both enjoyed it, although i don’t know that it has a lot of practical application for us. He has no boots for me to black, and i don’t think He wants to teach me domestic skills. i am already respectful ~ at least i think i am.
i can’t seem to remember to let Him open my car door, but that’s lack of habit, not lack of respect, or lack of desire to obey.
Anyhow, there was some good energy between Sargent Major and slave riches, and that was fun to experience. It left a pleasant feeling between Sir and me, and reminded me that submission goes beyond play and beyond kink in some ways that we have not yet defined for us.
Then Sir went to meditate and i suppose do some yoga, and i went to a class on self-care ~ ways to enhance your own emotional well-being after the scene. That was good, and i’ll write more on it later.
Finally, Sir and i went to a class on rope. The class focused on making rope a sensual and erotic experience rather than a practical exercise in knots. Sir is already adept at this, but it was fun to watch.
Dinner at a Mexican restaurant, then closing remarks and the auction, which was fun. Followed by time to primp for the play party.
i already posted pictures of what i wore around my neck and wrists… Here are my very cute stockings
Except you can barely see the very cute bows on the back. BUT my phone camera was not very cooperative, and it took us forever to even get a picture i could use.
i wore a simple, strapless black dress, in a silky material, with a bit of a flounce at the bottom of the skirt, but i took my black cape for when it got cold in the dungeon. Sir was strikingly handsome in black dress pants and a dress shirt that was a deep purple with narrow white stripes.
It was lovely just to be with Him, and i felt proud that He’s my Sir.
Got to go shower NOW. Stay tuned for tales of the dungeon tomorrow…