My nemesis.

I got my ass kicked by a thin rod, thinner and about as a long, as a standard No.2 pencil. Some masochist I turned out to be.

I absolutely cannot conquer the misery stick. I hate that I can’t find a way to gracefully make it through the pain that stupid skinny stick causes. He tells me to be still, to take it – and I want to, I really really do – yet one snap makes me flop about like a fish out of water. All I can think when He starts snapping me with that thing is Danger, Will Robinson! Abandon ship! Enemy attack imminent!

It started out well enough. Trussed and masked and completely exposed – a masochist’s wet dream!

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Best. Play party. Ever.

Hands down, the best party we’ve ever been to. What a wonderful group these folks are! I’m normally pretty reserved with new people but I felt so at ease and so accepted. Very cool.

We got to meet Carrie and Taylor, which was freaking awesome. I love them so much. God, is she ever beautiful.

We watched a pretty intense scene between the two of them that had me turned on, enthralled and cowering against Master’s leg all at the same time. I won’t spill any details cuz I’m sure she’ll have something to say about it, but wow. Wow. It’s not very often that you get to see that type of mindfuckery and it was just amazing to watch the two of them together.

At one point in the midst of their scene, Master leaned down and asked me if I was crying. I wasn’t, but I easily could have been. Even though I engage in and understand the s&m process, I am not a sadist in any way, shape, or form. My inclination upon seeing someone I like “suffering” is to console and comfort. I have to remind myself that they want this treatment. I would seriously suck at being a “helper” in a scene.

Anyhow, I’m still all giddy about it and I can’t get the image of her out of my head. I can’t wait until she posts about it.

We played for a real quick bit at the end of the night. Master was sick and getting sicker as the night wore on, so it was a short bit of whacking. It was enough. I was pretty stoked just by the whole night in general so I didn’t need much. Couple of bruises, I’m good to go!

After the last few weeks of feeling like a square peg trying to fit into a round hole, the acceptance that these people offered was really comforting. But I’ll have more on that in another post.

In the meantime, have some pictures! Master had to show off the evils of the misery stick (which I generously offered to give to anyone who wanted it but there were no-takers) and the whip and the lexan cane (which I also hate and would like to “accidentally” lose). It was all of maybe 15 minutes of scene time but I still felt like I’d been through the wringer.

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