Sexuality Happens

This past Saturday night was the Victorian Fetish Ball in Denver. I’d been looking forward to going for a while…and two of my roller girls and a former hook up bailed. Then poor F had a giant 30 lb metal beam/bar dropped on her head last Thursday, and while she was feeling slightly better, she bowed out (and I totally forgive her for it) in favor of resting up.  Luckily, my best friend was up for going, so we stopped by the local Penthouse strip club to pick up tickets (free lunch and admission fridays 12-4pm apparently, in case you care).

We got all gussied up. My BFF decided to bust out the old French Maid costume (along with the sassy white/black ruffled underwear I’d given her), while I decided on…well.  It was more fetish than halloween costume.  You can see above (my nipples were covered most of the night…the tape was just in case…and was definitely used. It’s teal because apparently I have teal duct tape and no silver duct tape – who would have thunk?).

I was a little nervous. There is a cute local Domme who I had met briefly at the fetish party with M, and had then run into at a Denver Roller Dolls after party with F a week or two ago.  I chatted her up (including buying her a shot…look at me!), and she mentioned that she and some of the dommes she ran a dungeon with would be DMing and doing demos.  The next day, I texted her that I’d see her at the ball’s dungeons…IF I could find someone to play with.  She texted back that if I found her, she’d play.  I was giddy.

Well, I did find her. And she was doing an amazing fire play demo.  The dungeon wasn’t what I expected…while there was some dungeon furniture, it seemed that only the demonstrators were using them.  And there could be no sex, no penetration, no spanking, no asses, no breasts (even with nipples covered). Basically, it was like a nightclub and strip club got together, and decided to try a little kink, with a large helping of vanilla.  But anyways.  She was playing with fire beautifully on a sub’s back…and was quite good at it.

I waited until after she finished, and after their aftercare. I went up to say hi, and she gave me a big hug, and told me she was so glad I’d come.  She had to take her sub outside, so I watched her friend (and a myspace friend of mine) give another fire demo.  She was letting people try it on their hands, and one woman like it enough to have her play with it a little on her legs.  I let her try it on my hand, and then asked if she’d be willing to try it on my back.  After she assented, my top came off (bra on, but undone, to cover the breasts), and I lay down on her table.

At first, she did one or two lines, drawing on me first with a mix of instant hand sanitizer and rubbing alcohol, and then lighting it on fire for a moment before blowing it out.  Following that, she did some more complicated somethings – swirls? Circles perhaps? It felt amazing.  Nothing at all like what I had expected. I actually found it VERY relaxing.

She whispered in my ear “good girl” (I need to write a post on my reaction to the words “good girl” in the near future) and asked if I could handle one big one.  I nodded – I was loving this.  She took a spray bottle and sprayed down my ENTIRE back, nape to hips, with the flammable spray…and then…WOOSH!  Quickly, she and her assistant blew it out.

Ah. May. Zing.

K had told me he thought I’d like fire play. And while I thought it very scary, and intense, I thought he might be right. I liked piercing more than I thought I would, even though it was very intense, and left marks for weeks. But I am still not sure how much I like piercing because I like piercing, or because I had him doing it to me.

Regardless. He was right. I love fire play. It feels warm and relaxing and comforting, and this is definitely something I’d like to be doing more of in the future.

Who here has experience with fire play?  And more importantly, who wants to play with me at Thunder next year???

-Essin’ Em