Sexuality Happens

Last Friday, F and I were invited to a Beat and Greet in the VIP section of a local night club…of course, a few hours before the event, it was cancelled…once they realized it was a “fetish” oriented thing. Instead, they decided to turn it into more of a play party, at a local play space.  F and I decided we still wanted to go, and I dressed her up in some of my clothes, and I put on my corset and derby skinz.  We both looked pretty hot, if I do say so myself.

We went to the play space, signed our waiver, and paid our fee.  After a little snack and some water, a friend of mine, who works as a pro-domme showed up.  We’d spoken about playing together, and it was good to go.  She asked F if she wanted to play, or participate at all, but she decided she’d rather watch instead.

Miss D took me to a hemp mat in the corner, and forced me to the floor (watching out for my knees of course).  She is one of the tops that likes to wrestle, to try and break people.  While I’m not really that kind of bottom, I was will to play, and we wrestled a bit (not the best plan – I have hemp burn and cuts like woahfuck) before she was able to get me pinned, suffocating me with her breasts. This was the point where I figured out that while I like some breath play (like F’s hand on my throat), I do NOT like suffocation play. Not a yellow, but definitely not a fan.

Finally, she had me bent over her lap as she sat cross legged, and used my corset strings to tie around my heels, pulling my legs back.  She scratched and almost clawed me, she spanked me, we wrestled so more, and she pinned me, and bit me.  At one point, I called yellow because she had me pinned in a way I really couldn’t breathe, and I felt my shoulder beginning to pop out of place.  After reminding me to breathe, she had me back in her lap, spanking me and hitting me until the tears started.  I cried for a bit, she continued, and finally let up.  As I resumed breathing, she asked if I had a last push in me, or if I was done.  At this point, I was exhausted, and really hurting, so I told her I was done for the night.  She told me I was a good girl, loosened my corset (she had pulled it very tight in order to tie me up), and held me.  Shortly, she gestured F over with a cup of water, and did some good aftercare.  Eventually, she got up, and left me and F alone.

It was hard for me, playing with someone in front of another partner. It was really hard for me too, because I was facing away from F most of the time, and when I could see that general direction, I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I wanted her to be there, to reassure me.  And afterwards, it really helped to have her there.

We met some other dommes, and then watched Miss D get tied up in a really cool suspension.  F made out with another domme.  We watched a few more scenes, and then eventually took off, back to my place.

I was sore, and in a lot of pain. I crawled into bed, F wrapping her arms around me.  I could barely move. Everything hurt…but in the way it does when you’ve played good and hard.  The next morning, F went to the kitchen, getting me some advil and water.  I went back to bed, and woke up feeling a bit better.

All and all, it was a fun and interesting adventure.  F told me I should have used my safe word sooner and more often.  Maybe she’s right.  4 days later, I still am covered in bruises, cuts and other marks. I also have discovered I am not a big fan of being made to cry.  And I don’t think I would ever want that from someone I was in a relationship with.

F is spending more and more time on Fetlife, meeting people, reading through the forums…I’m glad that she’s getting so into this.  God, I love her, and am so happy that she’s willing to learn and grow, and that we’re so kink compatible. I can’t wait to see where this is headed.

-Essin’ Em