Sexuality Happens

Remember my nice little sexy write up (with pictures!) about playing in the airport with the really hot Domme from Philly?  And the piercing scene in the handicapped stalled?  Well, I was looking at her profile on CollarMe.com, and she had written her own entry about it. I asked her if she wouldn’t mind me posting it on here, and she gave it the A-OK.  Ergo:

So how does one get away with BDSM in an airport?

This was a dilema while packing My carry-on. I felt having anything blatant in My bag was going to attract attention that would make it harder to get away with using whatever implement it might be. I decided on play piercing, since it’s quiet. Our interests and boundaries had already been made clear online when we set this up. I never told her My plan though. She had no idea what would happen. I got through security no problem. We met, as arranged, at the bar on a quieter level with a little-used bathroom. I opened My bag and showed her the needles. she grinned.

she went to the handicap stall as instructed. I went to the one next to it. I stocked what I needed in My pockets and slid my bag under to her stall. We waited. I slipped into her stall when the coast was clear. she had her shirt & bra off already, ready, excited. she turned around and put her hands on the wall over the toilet, winking over her shoulder at Me as I put on the gloves as quietly as possible. Ever notice how the more excited you are the harder it is to be quiet?

I put My arm around her breathing deeply against her neck. she synced her breath with Mine. In, out, in, out, so ready. I love an experienced sub, one who knows without having to be told. I sterilized her skin and pinched it, waiting for her breathing rythm to steady. Steady. she inhaled; I pushed the needle through as she exhaled. Again. Again. Again. It is hard to find people who love needles. Again, Again, Again. Inhale, pierce the flesh, exhale. Again, Again, Again. Quiet gasps and trying not to draw attention to ourselves.

What would homeland security have to say upon discovering a half naked woman looking like a pin-cushion? Again, Again, Again. How I love it: the pace of the ramping up, the importance of the breath, the way you can feel the endorphins build, the way a sub steadies, solidifies, as you push the new energy in. Again, Again, Again. These needles have been sitting, waiting, a long time, waiting for her, waiting for the extra thrill of getting caught, waiting for the high. Again, Again, Again…  and then time to remove them.  

I recapped the needles and cleaned her up. she didn’t bleed much, at all actually, until I took them out, and even then just a little. Our flights were soon, get dressed, go. I walked out and waited at the sink to make sure she wasn’t about to faint or too high to know where she was going. I walked her part-way, we hugged, we were soon in the sky en route to opposite coasts…omg I love My life! 

Yup.  I got to relive it all over again as I read this. Was I wet and excited all over again? Oh, you betcha! I highly recommend her, airport scenes, and play piercing.  Even all at once :)

-Essin’ Em