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An Odd Little Fantasy

9 Nov
This odd little fantasy appeared in my head after your comments on my post about maintenance spankings.  It has nothing to do with real life, or with me or my friend ‘Nilla.  In fact, the characters in it are pure fantasy.  It is strictly coincidence that they’re named ‘Nella, Alisha, and Sir Z. {Also i’m having trouble with the line spacing – please forgive me.}

“Wait right here,” He says, smiling.  “I need to get my stuff out of the car.”

“Out of the ~” i start to ask, but He’s already turned away.  i exchange looks with my friend ‘Nella.  “i don’t know,” i say with a shrug.  “But the munch isn’t til 7, there’s plenty of time.”
We wait, i am still standing where He left me as He finished fastening my collar in place.  He had tugged it then, a gesture that made me gasp, filled me with pleasure and the thrill of submission.

So i wait for Him to come back.  

‘Nella, my friend and dear subsister, is sitting at the kitchen table, beaming at me. We are going to a munch tonight, her first.  Excitement dances in her eyes.

He returns then, my Sir, and i hear Him set something down in the living room.  Curious, i move to the doorway.

It’s His bag.  He’s brought in His bag ~~ and is opening it.  What is He ~~?

He looks up, sees me in the doorway.  “Yes, good, ” He says.  “Come on out here,”   He is pulling things out of His bag.

Cuffs.

Some rope.

“What ~ what are you ~” i stammer ~ i recognize these things.  He uses these to ~ when we ~ O.  O, my.

“What?” He says.  “What am I doing?  Just what it looks like.  You didn’t think I’d forget your spanking, did you?”  Smiling, so casual, so matter-of-fact,  i’m confused.

“But ~ but ~” i’m jerking my head toward the kitchen, but He’s not looking at me, so i say it, “But ‘Nella’s here!  You can’t ~ um, are you serious?”

He’s still smiling, but, “I can’t?” He says.  “Is that what you said?”

“Um, o ~ no, no, that’s not what i meant.  i meant, um, i meant,” and i’m totally flustered now.

“I thought,” He said, “That the agreement was that once you put the collar on, you do what I tell you to do.  Is that not right?”

“No ~ yes ~ yes, that’s right.  Yes, Sir.  It is.”

“So is there a problem?” and as He asks it, He holds out the cuff.  Without thinking, i offer my wrist, my right wrist, as He’s taught me.  

“No, Sir,” i say, “No problem, not exactly a problem, no, it’s just, um, you know, ‘Nella, Sir.  She’s here… and you know…”

“Oh, I see,” He says.  “You think ‘Nella might have a problem with it.  Well, let’s see.  ‘Nella, would you come here for a minute, please?”

She pops around the corner right away, and of course she’s been listening.  i think she’s blushing a little bit, but smiling.  “Yes, Sir Z?” she says.

“‘Nella, we seem to have a bit of a dilemma here.  Alisha needs to be spanked and she seems to think you’ll have a problem with that.” He pauses, having just fastened the second cuff on me.   Looks at ‘Nella, who’s grinning broadly.  “Do you not want her to get spanked? “

“O, I don’t mind at all,” she says.  “I’m sure Alisha needs to be spanked, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.  I can just go for a walk.  A long walk.”

He shrugs, intent on unbuttoning my shirt.  “You can, of course,” He says.  “If that’s what you want to do.  Or you can stay and watch.”

i’m stunned, i open my mouth, but nothing come out.  He has opened my shirt, now His hand goes to my mouth; He presses a finger to my lips.

Clearly, i am not to speak.  i bite back the words that had almost escaped me.

“Alisha won’t mind, I’m sure,” He says.  “After all, she’s played publicly before, other people have seen her naked, getting her lovely ass flogged.”  He looks at me, “Right, my sweet?”

And i realize of course He is right, and all i can do is nod.

“It’s a delicious sight,” He says.  “Watching her take it, she’s beautiful,” and His hands pinch my nipples, through my bra at first.

Then He grasps a breast, pulls it up so the nipple is exposed, the bra pushed tight under the breast. “Look,” He says.  “Already hard and waiting for me.”  He pinches it, tugs on it, making it harder.

Then He turns His attention to the other breast.  Repeats the process.

And says to ‘Nella, who’s watching with interest, “It’s your call, of course.  Whatever you want to do.”

Blog Smorgasbord

6 Nov

As we’ve been talking about love, i’ve been thinking about the idea that we grow to love people by behaving lovingly towards them.  One of the mixed blessings of my first marriage is that it gave me lots of opportunity to learn this.

i would sometimes be so hurt and angry at my husband that i didn’t think i could stand it, i just wanted out, i felt like i hated him.  i’d weigh out my options, and each time, for many years, i’d end up sighing and staying.

But i wouldn’t stay and be miserable, and i couldn’t be happy and hate him at the same time.   So i’d make myself behave with love.

This was not what i felt like doing.  But it was the right thing to do.

Amazingly, in just a short time, my feelings would shift to align with my behavior.  As i did loving things for him, my heart would crack open, i’d be able to focus on the things that were positive about him, and eventually love would be in the room again.

For me, it was simply that i was not going to be an unloving person, or live in a household without love.  

In graduate school, i learned about cognitive dissonance.  i think that’s part of the psychological explanation for how that worked.   

So i’ve been thinking about that as i write about love.  Then i stumbled across this link on Facebook:

http://youarenotsosmart.com/2011/10/05/the-benjamin-franklin-effect/

The article says ~ in part ~

The Misconception: You do nice things for the people you like and bad things to the people you hate.

The Truth: You grow to like people for whom you do nice things and hate people you harm.

It’s a pretty cool article, and supports the idea that actions can drive our feelings.   Maybe we are what we do,  

In any case, i thought i’d throw the link into the mix for your consideration.

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On a different note, i really enjoyed the comments on the video “Cunt.”  It was nice hearing from some people i didn’t know before or don’t usually hear from too.  

If you enjoyed the video, you will probably also like this blog post.  {Also coming to you compliments of Donna…  thanks, Donna!}  The comments are particularly fun.

http://dodsonandross.com/blogs/kasini/2011/11/cunt-vs-pussy

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And last night, Sir X and i went to the munch.  He came over early so i didn’t miss getting my maintenance spanking.  In fact, my ass was still pink and a little stingy, a pleasant reminder of my time bent over the arm of the couch.

He brought me the new collar He made for me.  Here it is:

It’s very simple, just a few strands knotted at intervals.  i love it.  He says He may do it in a color too.  i’m hoping for purple.

The munch was fun.  Great food, more room to get up and socialize than there has been at some other venues.  We both enjoyed it.

Of course, Ms. Constance and Drew were there.  Ms. Constance was beautiful in a multi-colored silky top with full, flowing sleeves, and a skirt with fringe around the bottom.  She was wearing a lovely necklace that Drew,had brought her from his trip to Alaska.

She’s spearheading our local “I *HEART* it in The Can” drive, collecting canned goods and pet supplies.   Of course, she was getting an overwhelming response.

My friend from England, H, was there, and it was fun talking to her.  BTW, she says i’m still glowing.  Just for the record, in case you were wondering.  Apparently it hasn’t worn off at all.

There were a couple of raffles  too.  One of them was to raise money for the regional title holders of Master/slave, so they can go to the international level of the contest.  

i wasn’t going to buy one, but then i felt bad for not supporting jackie and Sir Charles, especially when jackie was selling the tickets.  i never win anything, but that’s no reason not to make a donation, right?

AND ~ guess what!!!

YES~~

i won!!

The prize was a set of the Anne Rice trilogy “Sleeping Beauty,” which i haven’t read, and a flogger.

We left right after the drawing ~ with me blushing, as Sir X slapped the flogger against His hand, and H laughingly chanted, “O, you’re in so much trouble!  You’re gonna be in so much trouble when you get home…”

But the flogger will have to wait for another day, because when we got home there was a time of tenderness and gentle caresses.  i will draw the veil of privacy here.

Notes from Kinky Kollege

2 Nov

Yesterday’s comments were so interesting – i love the perspective each of you brings.  Really, really we need to have a kinky bloggers convention ~ think how cool it would be if we could sit around drinking coffee – or wine, or whatever – chatting about this stuff!

Ok, i know, i’m relentless.  Yes.  And youall are shy.  Whatever.

Sigh.

That’s ok, when the time’s right, we’ll make it happen.

But i was flipping through my notes on Kinky Kollege ~ i went to see Tammy Jo Eckhart talk on Writing Erotica to Communicate.  It was an excellent presentation, she’s smart and interesting, and read us a short story she’d done, which was fun.  Here’s her website:  http://www.thetammyjo.com/

But you know, i already write erotica to communicate, and so do most of you all.  So when she talks about the six goals, i’m mentally checking them off ~ yep, that, and that….

Which is exciting in its own way ~ being in synch with the expert.   You know, it’s a workshop thing.  When you start going to workshops on a particular topic, it’s all new and eye-opening.  

Then there’s a phase where you know a lot and you’re checking to see if they’re approaching it differently or if you’re missing something.  That’s kind of where i am now, at least with this particular workshop.

Here, you’ll see what i mean ~  look at the six goals she identifies for using erotica to communicate:

1.  To express desires define what you want, not necessarily what you need.

2.  To create a safe place to have dialogue about it.

3.  It gives you a chance to explore possibilities with little chance of failure.  Start with the fantasy and go from there.

4.  To help you investigate your feelings.

5.  To help you clarify your opinions.

6.  To identify role models.  {i think she was referring here to using other people’s erotica to communicate… but i could be wrong.}

Anyhow, those are things that we already do, whether we write our own blogs, read other people’s, comment, or just lurk.  It’s nice to see it kind of laid out like that though…

And tomorrow, Sir and i have a date.  Which makes me tingle just thinking about it.  i have no idea what we’re going to do ~ and don’t care.  

i started to say “anything would be ok with me,”  but that might be pushing my luck.  Let me stick to “i don’t care what He has planned.” 

And Saturday, we’re going to the munch, which will be fun.  It would be even more fun if there were a play party afterwards… but a sub can’t have everything.  

Hopefully, Sir and i will stage our own play party…  visions of canes and collars, cuffs and clamps dance in my head.

 

A Moment

8 Oct

Last night, at the munch, there is a moment when i look around the room and realize i am perfectly happy.

‘Nilla is on one side of me, Sir X on the other.  ‘Nilla is deep in conversation with Ms. Constance on the other side of her, and her laughter rings out above the horrendous noise level in the room.  

Sir X is laughing too, at something Drew is saying on the other side of Him.  He ~ Sir X, not Drew ~ has His hand on my thigh, and my hand is on His knee.

Across from me are F and T, two of my favorite people, who have just gotten through explaining how the decision making process works when both people in the household are switches.   

And when i put my hand to my throat, i can feel the collar Sir X has brought with Him for me to wear tonight.   Just for tonight ~ it will leave with Him when we get back home.  

Here is what it looks like:

The last time i wore that collar, He’d put a padlock on the rings.  Tonight, he knots the cord to hold it in place, as secure a fastening in its way as the padlock.

And at that moment, at the munch, when i look around the room, i am perfectly happy.

Purring…

2 Oct

Having been stroked

         and petted

                  and caressed beyond pleasure

i fell asleep purring…

And slept way too long.


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Wednesday, ‘Nilla will be here.  i’ m so excited, i can hardly stand it.  i’m beginning to build some structure to our time.

Thursday afternoon, lunch with Ms. Constance.

Thursday evening, dinner with Donna and Bill, who’ll be coming in after a business meeting on Wednesday with their employers and the rest of the staff over at Under Contract to My Wife.  

Friday morning, breakfast with Donna and Bill.

Friday night, the munch with me and Sir X and 50 or so other kinksters (still wishing we could talk Donna and Bill into staying for it!)

So much to look forward to ~ but for now, i need to take my still tingling body and start my day.

Writing Fast

29 Aug

First of all ~ hoping that all my friends on the northeast coast came through the storms ok.  MoR had some damage to his new house, from the earthquake, which kinda breaks my heart for him, but i’m glad he’s ok.  

‘Nilla’s ok.  Sky, over at Desire to Yield,  is ok and has power back.  And some of you are probably in that area and I don’t even know it so i hope all is well with you too.

i have to be at work at 7:00 today and tomorrow ~ yes, that’s BE there, and 7:00 A.M.  So i’ll have to write fast.

i wish i could do like ‘Nilla and write my posts ahead of time, but i’ve only managed to do that once.   Maybe twice.  Out of four hundred and something posts.  Getting ahead of the game just doesn’t seem to be my style.

So this is a real life, practically vanilla post.  i went to the Fourth Sunday munch last night.  Just two months after my not-quite-bordering-on-whiny post about not being comfortable there, and i really am comfortable, and glad to see a bunch of people, and started ~and sustained ~conversations like a big girl.  Yay me!

Cool things going on ~ i am {once again} talking to someone on collarme.  Which ~ i’m always talking to people from collarme, but often they’re people who are friends rather than um, prospects.  Or candidates.  Or whatever you want to call it.  

Not wanting to jinx myself, i’ll just say i am exchanging messages with someone who seems solid.  He’s actually local too, how cool is that?  However, just say under your breath, “Very cool,” and let it go ~ no premature celebrations, ok?  

i have not heard anything else from the guy i was talking about a while back who just suddenly disappeared.  And that’s ok.  i may send him a message someday and just say hi, or not.

Two weeks til COPE.  Two weeks.  i’m pretty excited.  This time last year, i was going with Sir D, and had never been to an event before.  i can’t believe how much my life has changed in a year.

O – this was cool ~ there’s a Dom i know ~ who i actually went out with years ago when i met him on a vanilla dating site, when i was just beginning to explore kink.  I re-met him on Collarme a while back, and we had coffee one morning.  We’re still not a match, but he’s a nice guy.  

So he messages me this weekend and wants to know if i know this particular sub.  He was supposed to meet her and was wondering what she was like.

And ~ I do know her, and could tell him that she’s terrific.  Which i thought was pretty cool.  There’s something about the idea of community that always delights me.

In the same way, it tickled me to read on Sbf’s blog about the discussion she started on fetlife, and then go to fet and comment on it.  Like a “behind-the-scenes’ thrill.  

It makes me think of Sfp, and how much i enjoyed her visit here.  How much i’m looking forward to ‘Nilla’s visit.   i’m hoping that Mick and Molly, and maybe Donna and Bill, will come hang out with us too.  

And it reminds me how immeasurably much blogging and the blogging community has enriched my life.  And that just makes me smile.

Ok, i’ve babbled long enough.  That’s pretty much a view of my ~ well, my everyday life.  Not quite vanilla, not quite kink.   Lots of fun.

Gender

7 Aug

i went shopping yesterday, which turned out to be very exciting.  i found two dresses and two skirts ~ the dresses are the kind of casual elegance that i was looking for about this time last year and not finding.  They flatter my figure, making me look a bit slimmer than i am, so i was delighted.  The skirts are short and flippy and perfect for COPE, which is coming soon.

Last night i went out for dinner with Ms Constance, her slave Drew, and some other people from the community.  Went to the munch, and went to this bar, where i saw my first professional drag queen show.  Very different from the amateur benefit i went to last week, in some ways.

Watching people who are cross-dressing stirs some kind of odd feelings in me.  Whether it’s the professionals with their wigs and fancy outfits, or a couple of young female friends of mine, who have cut all their hair and dress to appear male, who practice gestures and mannerisms that are stereotypically male.    

Gender bending.  They talk about sexual identity not being binary, that it’s on a continuum.  i have some trouble wrapping my mind around that idea.  i don’t know why.

For sure, i was raised with the idea of binary sexes.  You “are” either male or female, not something in between.   In fact, gender roles were pretty binary, back in the dark ages of the late 50’s and early 60’s.

You acted like a girl, or you acted like a boy, and while one could act like the opposite sex, it was seen as ~ wrong.  Against nature, really.

And really, i guess there are people who still think that way.  When i think about the toy store aisles ~ the rows of toys that are pink, and the rows that are brown and green, maybe blue, or bright primary colors.  Clearly, clearly the pink are girl toys and the rest are boy toys.

The scientific toys, the problem solving games ~ those are in the “boy toys” aisles.  

Of course girls can play with them, and theoretically boys can play with the pink toys.  But they know at a very early age that they’re crossing the gender line.

There is a series of books for children – The Chronicles of Prydain ~ that i dearly love.  When my kids were little, the covers were white with multi-colored, fairly pastel, pictures.  When i went to buy them for my granddaughter, they’d changed the covers.  Now they’re dark colors, browns and greens.

i bought them for her, and when she opened them, of course she did the obligatory thank-you’s – she was maybe 5 at the time, and raised properly, of course, so she thanked me nicely.  And then she said, “But – why did you get me boy books?”

Sigh.  

Not just boy toys, but boy books?

When i think about all that, i think that maybe my ideas about male/female are just as antiquated and wrong thinking as people who believe in girl toys and boy toys.

My friends who practice “gender bending” in its most interesting form shift from “male-presenting” to “female-presenting” and back again, apparently at whim.    A couple of them prefer that you not use male or female pronouns when referring to them, which makes talking about them a challenge.  

It seems artificial to me, i don’t quite get it.  i think i am very much at the female end of the continuum, if there is one, and truly can’t imagine myself male.  

But i have traits that are masculine, at least in the Jungian sense.  And i was raised with the idea, and totally believe, that i’m capable of everything that a man is, unless it requires physical strength.  And notice the way that idea is presented – the assumption that i am measured by and need to live up to the male standard.

When i think about these things, i’m grateful to my gender bending friends, and hope that they are pushing the pocket of what’s normal and accepted to the point that we’ll be more open to accepting the strength and beauty of everyone.

i had a client once who was a drag queen, lost her insurance in mid sex-change process, and was caught betwixt and between sexes.  She was an amazing person, and i learned so much from her.  And still i’m clueless to really understand how this all works. 

You know, i was raised, as most of us are, with the idea of God as “He.”  My mother taught me that God was spirit, not male or female.  But all the images of God i knew were male.  

The church i go to now includes feminine images of God in our worship, like the nun who recently came under scrutiny for writing about the feminine aspects of divinity.  Before i started going to church where i do,that wouldn’t have meant anything to me, i would have told you it didn’t matter if God was presented as male.

But the idea of God as our Father and Mother shocked me and opened me to ways of relating to God that i had never known before.  Allowed me to see God and connect spiritually in ways i had not known were possible.  

So i’m watching the drag show last night, and all these thoughts are there, not clearly formulated, but just floating in my mind.    The show was beautiful and the performers are ~ powerful, i think, and poignant.  i watch the audience, fascinated by our fascination with the show.

And maybe that’s all i can really do ~ watch and learn.  

 

Sitting with the Cool Kids

25 Jul

i’ll tell this story because i think i need to say it, but i’m not proud of it.  i went to the munch last night – it’s a small munch usually, but there were maybe 25 people there last night.  

When i got there, Mr. Michael greeted me, as He always does.  He pulled a chair up to the table, and was actually going to seat me with a flourish when ~~

the woman on the other side of the table gasps and says, “Oh!  No, I’m actually saving that seat for…” and i don’t catch who she’s saving it for because the world tilts, all the blood drains out of my face, the bottom drops out of my stomach and  i want to sink through the floor.

Conversation stops, it seems like everyone is focused on me and the seat i can’t have.  i want to disappear.

Yes, that’s an overreaction.   Good heavens, of course it is.  It’s pure grade school, middle school stuff.  

i’m 55 years old.  

i don’t think she’s really rejecting me, she’s just wanting to include someone else.  Even at that moment i know it.

And i still feel this rush of ~ humiliation?  shame?  

i think they pull up another table at that end of the seating arrangement, but when someone at the far other end of the table says, “There’s a seat up here,”  i quickly and gratefully move up there, and sit down.  

It’s a U-shaped table arrangement, so i’m sitting at the short piece, on the corner, the three seats on my left are empty.  Two women and a man are to my right, one of whom had pointed out the empty seat.  They introduce themselves, which i appreciate, and start some conversation.

Unfortunately, i can barely talk because i’m trying not to cry.  i know ~ even in that moment, i know that this reaction is extreme and unnecessary.  

At the same time, i’m wondering if i should just go ahead to the bathroom and cry.  Or, i could pretend there’s an emergency and just frigging go home.  i’m five minutes away.   Just as i’m thinking that really, i don’t even have to pretend anything, i could just leave and no one would notice ~~

just then, Drew is beside me.  Drew is Ms. Constance’s slave, and a gentle soul.  He says, “Come sit with us,” ~ magic words.

So i do, of course, and he is so sweet, he moves down a seat and puts me between him and Ms. Constance.  i feel safely tucked in, and the rest of the evening is a blast.  

Ms. Constance is funny and interesting and just dramatic enough to be entertaining.   i even have some conversation with Drew, who is quiet and intense and interesting.

But, o, goodness, those first few minutes were painful.   It’s amazing how near to the surface the child is in me sometimes.  Such an emotional flashback, really to grade school and middle school for me, and not one i want to experience often.

i was telling Sfp when she was here, it’s an interesting experience for me ~ it has been ~ going to munches because it’s the only place i go where i don’t feel like people {in general} are just glad to see me.

It’s an odd feeling, but probably good for me.  i think i’m spoiled, probably,  i think that it’s a form of privilege, really, my expectation that people will immediately make an effort to welcome me.

So it’s good for me to recognize that’s not an entitlement ~ or if it is, if being warmly welcomed is an entitlement for me, then it is for everyone else too.

Sitting with Ms. Constance and Drew, with Tammy and John, is definitely sitting with the cool kids.  And i’m used to being one of the cool kids, in my own right.

Spoiled. Definitely spoiled.

So i need to remember, it’s not so much about me as i think it is.  Maybe i need to project more welcome myself, maybe i’m not putting out energy that says i’m glad to be there.  Probably i’m not.

And i need to remember, in the places where i am a cool kid, i need to remember to welcome others.

“ There can be no vulnerability without risk; there can be no community without vulnerability; there can be no peace, and ultimately no life, without community.”
~~ M. Scott Peck
 

 

Here She Is (Part XVIX) and Some Real Life Too

24 Jul

Just as He begins to get heavy, He rolls off me, His cock slips out of my pussy, leaving me empty and bereft.  i sigh, expecting Him to get up.  Instead He curls against me, pulls me to Him so we lie spooned together.

My back is securely pressed to His chest, my butt snuggled into His groin.  The floor is a little hard, but the carpet is soft.  i can feel His cock, half hard, pressing against me, and i wiggle a little, but just for a second.  His arm lying over me, the heat from His body, keeps me warm.

i listen to His breathing, smiling to myself as the breaths gets slower and slower… feeling myself breathing in rhythm with Him…

…i wonder if we’re going to fall asleep…  if He’ll stay here with me on the floor all night…

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 i hear a woman’s voice.  i’m not sure where i am, and i don’t open my eyes, not wanting whoever it is to know that i’m awake.

“Jeezuz, she could apparently sleep through anything,” the voice says. It sounds like ~ like someone i know ~ who ~

“Well, just spread her legs and let’s get the lipstick off her.” this voice is female too, and i know that voice ~ O!

Of course.

Memory comes flooding back, the night before, My Major, My Master of Darkness…  falling asleep on the floor and~

O, my.  What are they do ~~ O, the lipstick.  Between my legs.  That’s what ~

“I know you’re awake.”  i don’t know, i’m not sure if that’s Diana or Selena, but it’s one of the two.  “I can tell.”

i open my eyes a slit, trying to see without opening them all the way.  i’m on my back, my legs spread wide, and i try to pull them together, but her body – someone’s body – is between my legs, kneeling between my legs, i see then, rocked back on her heels, there is a sheet beneath us and she’s smearing something cold on my pussy.  It’s Diana, i see.  Diana of the brown hair.

“Ahhh.”  i want her to stop, but i’m so groggy, and with her between my legs, i can’t exactly move easily.

“i know you’re awake,” she says again,.  “And that’s fine.  We’re just gonna get this lipstick off your pussy, let you pee and brush your teeth, and put you to bed.”  She’s rubbing me like i’m a floor she’s cleaning, and the cool feeling lotion she’s put on me is warming up under her touch.  i sigh and relax, the rhythm of her touch is more soothing now.

i could go back to sleep.

“Come on,” she says, before i can get too relaxed, “Up.  We’ll get the rest of this off in the bidet.  Careful now.”  She stands easily and she and Selena help me to my feet, make sure i’m steady on them.

“Come on,” she says again, “Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed.  You didn’t finish your inventory with Him yet, did you?’

i shake my head, no, wondering what she and Selena know about that.

“Well, we won’t start your instruction in the morning then, but He’ll be back early to continue, i can promise you that.”

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In real life, i went to one of Ms. Constance’s classes yesterday afternoon, which was lots of fun.  The topic was “play.”  There were just a few people there, me and several couples, which made it nice, since it was part lecture, part discussion.  Lots of laughter.

It helped me tease out some of the things i’ve been thinking about, about casual play as opposed to a “submit to you all the time, and we’ll play sometimes” kind of relationship.  i’m just working on being comfortable with more casual play, and i think Bob and i are working on figuring out how it works.  If that makes any sense.

And public play is different from private play, although since we’re not having play parties after the munches at this point, i suppose the next time i’ll get a chance at public play will be at COPE.  

i think i came to this backwards, experiencing public play with Sir D first, i think i’m half-spoiled for anything else.

i think i have so many random thoughts floating around my head when i think about “play” that i can’t write a decent post about it yet.  i need to let it settle a bit and sort it out.  Maybe i’ll write about that tomorrow and wait to start ” The Major’s Discipline,” til Tuesday or Wednesday. 

And i’m going to the Fourth Sunday munch tonight, maybe i’ll have things to say about that too.  

The Munch and Zombies

2 Jul

After a tough day getting our nails done and taking a nap, Sfp and i headed out for the munch last night.  Due to issues with the fire marshal, we can’t use our fabulous new venue these days, so we were back in our old digs, a private area of a family restaurant.

Really, Sfp’s account of the evening will be more interesting than mine, since she brings fresh eyes to it.  But it was fun being there with her, and nice to see a bunch of people i know.  

Bob showed up toward the end, and that was particularly nice, even if it’s just a wee bit awkward for me, knowing this product review is coming up with him next weekend.  He purposely played on that – saying something about coming for the last of it to meet Sfp, adding that he “already know aisha, but” and he looks meaningfully at me,  “but not as well as i’m going too.”  

And laughing when i blushed.  

There wasn’t a play party after the munch, but there was an event that Mr. Michael and some of the other folks were going to.  Sfp and i decided to go to.

We found it, with a little bit of “help” from Sfp’s GPS ~ only it wasn’t dreadfully helpful since the directions it gave were only right about half the time.  Really.  i pretty much knew where i was going, so i knew when it was sending me wrong, and was able to navigate the trip (laughing…maybe 5 miles) successfully.

It was a Zombie festival, with music and art and all kinds of other stuff.  i’d heard of them, but really ~ i had no idea what it would be like.

Imagine a bunch of people in the usual fet-wear ~ corsets, short skirts, high heels ~ throw in a fuzzy with an adorable rabbit tail ~ and add a bunch of the walking dead, complete with the most extreme gore.  Loud head-banging music {which i didn’t mind as much as you might think.  i love percussion.}  And booths with jewelry and art and much more.

Sheesh.

i felt very boring in my jeans and top.  There were plenty of other people equally un-dressed-up ~ i figured we were just future zombie victims… {laughing}

We didn’t stay very long, but it was definitely interesting.  Like kinksters on parade – and dead.

These people weren’t there, but they would have felt right at home.

 

 


 


Going to a zombie fest wasn’t actually on my bucket list, but if it had been?  Check.  Done.

i did buy a bumper sticker – it says:

“It’s only kinky the first time you do it.”

Not that i’m going to put it on my car ~ don’t ask me what i’m going to do with it.  But i’m sure the “Pagan Community Ministries” will make good use of my dollar donation!