Last Tuesday (told you I was behind in my posts!) Master and I had the pleasure of having dinner at a new acquaintance’s apartment. A few other girls were there as well. Dinner was delicious, despite the fact that it was a very hot day and a hot kitchen made us all sweaty (the host, in fact, never got around to putting pants on; a move that would not be acceptable at any vanilla get-together, but no one batted an eye at this casual kink gathering).
Master and I had seen the host at a few parties, which is how we were originally introduced to him, but probably the main reason we wanted to spend an evening with him is because he is a very experienced rope master. After we had digested a bit, I stripped to my panties and was tied up (he had a sort of mini-rig set up in his apartment— I wasn’t very high off the ground, but it was still fun nonetheless). Since I’ve now been tied up by three different (though very experienced and fabulous) people, I’ve noticed definite differences not only in their rope styles, but in how they approach the experience. With this rope incident, as soon as I was suspended (pretty much upside down), the position of my feet, legs, and torso were altered a few times. Eventually, I was brought down, though he left the rope tying my legs and arms in tact (my arms were tied above and behind my head).
Then I was handed over to my Master. At this point, the other girls were naked or near-naked, and the host had brought out a few boxes of his toys (clothespins, paddles, gags, clamps, etc.) and we were all playing. Master beat my ass a bit with a very nice wooden paddle the host had actually made (we seriously need to get one or two!!). Once my arms were starting to feel tingly, my arms were untied, but then the host used rope to tie my hands in front, attached the rope (gently) to my neck and head, and finished by (again, gently) covering my eyes with the rope, so I was blindfolded.
For the rest of the evening, Master and I played with the paddle as well as some other fun implements. My ass and thighs were quite bruised (I believe I still have a few bruises right now, nearly a week later). The night yet again confirmed that kink parties/get togethers are insanely more entertaining and more fun than vanilla gatherings.