or flogging to infinity
over the holidays this year,
we went to the Reindeer Munch at Tanith's. we parked the kids
at my cousins for the week and flew to SF, to stay with Leona
Joy and Toby.
Leona is voluptuous, vivacious,
and a wonderfully gracious hostess. Toby is cute, intelligent,
and a sweetie. we got to meet Chastity, his newly marked slave
(her tattoo is *just* awesome) and we also got to meet another
gorgeous lady we'd corresponded wit. unfortunately, we also missed
one of the folks who was waiting to meet us Saturday, because
we got back from Tanith's too late. bummers. (i'm avoiding naming
folks cuz i'm not sure of their mediaslut status.) we scratched
Levi's butt a lot (he really *is* the incredible u-shaped dog)
and Leona took us on the perv tour, where i spent way too much
money... Leona and Toby did a lot to make us feel welcome and
i appreciate their time and the use of their beautiful home.
(Martha Stewart eat your heart out, Leona's house could put yours
Sunday before we left, we got
to have breakfast with Verdant and Jay Wiseman. they're really
cool people. Verdant is kinda quiet but sez intelligent things
when she talks. Jay is more talkative but seems just as knowledgeable
in person as on the net. i'm hoping they can make it up here
sometime so we can spend more time.
we made all three nights of the
Reindeer Munch. the food was exquisite, the wines magnificent.
the group varied every night, but there were several people each
night who were wonderful to talk with and spend time with. we'd
love to have them visit; we were even plotting to kidnap a couple
of 'em. (again, i'm not sure of mediaslut status on these folks
so i'm leaving names out.) Tanith was quite busy, but we got
to chat a bit after folks left and enjoyed it. she'd be welcome
here anytime. heck, if she was a sub, we'd move her in tomorrow
to take over the cooking.
anyways, after dinner the first
night, we went to explore the dungeon. it was a back room with
an x-frame and a stocks, as well as a high bed/massage table
thing. Master decided to do a scene with me and sent me to fetch
the toybag. then he had me strip.
he pulled out his suspension
cuffs and attached me to the x-frame. he started with a nylon
flogger, which is thuddy and great for warmup. he moved to a
short leather flogger and later to a long suede flogger (dubbed
the cocktail, due to its wooden phallus handle).
then he pulled out the Masters
Hand. this is inspired by the Gor books, and is 5 two-inch leather
straps laid one on top of another. it's incredibly thuddy (one
unit of thud, per the DKF scale) but stings too. the thing can
easily crack ribs if the top isn't careful. he whomped on me
with that for a while - then switched back to the cocktail.
i started floating. i told him
"i'm starting to float" while i could still talk -
i knew i was about to go non-verbal. so here we were, three thousand
miles from the kids, at someone else's party where we *weren't*
the DMs... he went for it. he used the cocktail to its limit,
sending me higher and further while the energy built up. all
of a sudden it hit and everything exploded. i clenched the cuffs
and tried to climb the x-frame, growling and writhing. he stopped
flogging me and hugged me from behind. everything let go and
i was completely in his control (i was certainly out of my own
it wasn't sexual, in terms of
genital orgasm, it was more like the energy all built up and
then shot out all my chakras at once, kinda like in highlander,
when he beheads another immortal and gets hit with all the energy,
except that it wasn't energy coming in, it was exploding outward
eventually, i slowed down enough
for Master to take me down off the frame and sit me on the floor.
every so often, another spasm would hit and i would arch back
as he held me by the wrists. he held me securely and i knew it
was safe to be out of control. i knew he wasn't gonna freak or
let go of me, so it was safe for me to let go. god i love that.
i started giggling, much to the relief and amusement of the observer(s)
who'd been a bit concerned about my reaction. after a bit, he
told me it was time to start coming down. i didn't want to but
starting pulling myself back a little, as he called me.
about then, Tanith came in with
a seriously evil little mindfuck. you take a violet wand, hold
the thing that turns you into the conductor, then use a butter
knife on someone. it feels like you're being cut to the bone.
she did it on Dan'l so he could test it out, and i watched as
he stopped himself from attacking "the enemy". (it's
not often i see him in killmode.) then, they smiled at me and
he told me to lay down. he used the knife on me and i was screaming
to the point where they had to gag me. then, he pulled out the
wartenburg wheel and used that. if the knife had been sharp,
this was like a line of fire walking across my skin.
when he finally stopped, i was
actually much more alert than i'd been. it felt like the electrical
play had short circuited something in the energy flow, so i was
able to think and act coherently. kinda like the wide awake drunk
effect of giving coffee to someone who's intoxicated.
we went out and chatted for a
bit with folks. one person commented that "you really *do*
eep!". sie'd thought it was just an internet thing, and
hadn't realized it was pretty well descriptive of the sound i
make in scene.
anyways, we left and i navigated
home to Leona's (he was driving). we walked in the door and i
sat down on the couch. Master went off to the porch to smoke
a cigarette and all of a sudden, things hit again. the french
doors started breathing. my hands were mutating shape. i could
feel my body buzzing and colors started shifting. i was tripping,
just off the chemicals my body produced. Master came back in
and i sat and held on to him while i tripped. after a while,
i was back enough for us to stumble down to the guest room for
i slept well.
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