Master got me a present today.
I’m in so much trouble…. ;-)
Master and I went to a semi-private-ish party last night (I only say that because it wasn’t open to the “public” and you had to register beforehand). It was run by some people we knew from the scene, and we’ve been wanting to hit up some new parties and meet new people, instead of going to the same parties over and over.
Here’s what was AWESOME about it:
-sex, sex, and more sex was allowed and encouraged (there were little boxes of condoms and lube everywhere you turned!!)
-the space was pretty damn cool— a labyrinth of small rooms of various sizes (some fit a bed, some were no bigger than a bathroom stall). There were so many rooms, and so many little niches to “hide” in.
-stripper pole, sex swing, huge cages… You name it, it was there!
-it was BYOB, which I put as a “plus” because then you know what you’re getting, and you don’t have to pay for expensive drinks
-it was fairly cheap to get in (compared to other BDSM parties)
Here’s why Master and I left early:
-it was INSANELY too crowded
-there was music playing so loudly, you pretty much had to shout in order to hear
-Master and I tried to play some (he chained me to a wall and used the flogger on me for about half an hour or so), but because the music was so damn loud, we couldn’t hear each other so he was hitting me much harder than he normally did, and that caused me to “break” (aka, cry) pretty much within the first 5 minutes of the flogging. And that’s VERY unusual for us.
-there was karaoke, which was fun for people, but let me just say that it REALLY takes you out of subspace and out of the scene you’re playing when all of a sudden someone singing an awful rendition of “Mack the Knife” comes on the loud, booming speaker above your head.
Now, I know it took A LOT of effort to change that space into the amazing S&M labyrinth it was last night. And I think the party was certainly a success— just not for Master and me.
In our escapades of being in the public scene for only about 4 months (not even that), we’ve quickly realized there are two kinds of parties— play parties and social parties.
Play parties are my favorite because you get to, well, play. Places such as Paddles and some of the very private parties Master and I have attended really are my favorites because there’s SPACE to play, no LOUD obnoxious music booming, and they never get too crowded.
Social parties can be fun too, but you really don’t go there to play for hours. You go there to drink, mingle, meet other people, and basically peacock your fantastic outfit (btw, last night I was a rainbow of colors: blue heels, fuchsia fishnet thigh highs, lime green panties, my green corset, and a blue bra). There may be some small play going on (spanking is often a favorite, as it only requires enough room to bend someone over your knee) but it’s generally a social event.
I’ve never been a big party person. So, while (as I said) the social parties can be fun, most of the time when Master and I go out, we want to PLAY. And we want to have ROOM to play. And we want to be able to HEAR each other so we’re both safe.
It’s really hard for us to play at home since we have thin walls/ceilings/floors and neighbors would probably freak out if they heard a whip going off. Also, we don’t have the space for Master to fully use a whip.
Anyway. Master and I left the party early last night because we weren’t interested in fucking at the party (it really was more of a sex party than an S&M party— which is great, but not what we were prepared for) and there was no space to play. It was a great party and I know A LOT of people loved it and had a great time, but it just wasn’t the right kind of party for Master and me. Not every party can be for everyone.
Master and I went to a party tonight, but ended up leaving early. Will post more on it tomorrow…
Last night was a lot of fun, though a bit crowded, but fun nonetheless. We saw a lot of familiar faces and there was even a surprise burlesque show! (And everyone thoroughly enjoyed my all green ensemble- I received many compliments which was, duh, the whole point of not wearing black.)
The best part of the night was the fact that it was free. Free entry and an open bar. Not to mention fabulous people, and the opportunity to dress up like a whore who lost her clothes. (I spent about half the party topless, which, of course, meant my nipples and breasts were tortured quite a lot by Master with the help of nipple clamps, clothespins, and a brief flogging session. For the next few days I’ll have to wear clothes that cover me up to my collar bone, as I have a few delicious bruises…)
At one point during the evening, Master placed probably two dozen clothespins all over my arms and breasts. I’ve been instructed to make a few zippers for us to use.
There wasn’t much room to play, but it was still a lot of fun. And these parties always get Master and me riled up, so when we come home, the sex is fantastic. I seriously don’t understand why anyone would want to go to a regular party when you can go to a fetish/kinky one.