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9:23PM - Sunday December 14, 2003 I went to the Christmas munch and play party of one of the groups I belong to last night and had a ball. Durga was there, resisting the urge to lay low and let the shitstorm that she helped create pass. I haven't mentioned anything about that here because as one of the local club managers, I've been having to deal with it very circumspectly. Let's just say, where Durga goes, drama follows on her heels. *sigh* I'm so tired of drama. Anyway, I had the incredibly artery-clogging poutine for supper, and got lots of hugs and chatting in. And I was very happy to note when Sailor came in! Unfortunately he had just flown in from out of town and so did not have his gear with him. I was hoping for a cathartic flogging and another close encounter with his TENS unit. Yum. BJ remembered to bring my lost wrist restraint down with him so my set of four shackles is complete again. That made me joyful. The party was great fun--everybody brought they're favourite kinky implement that they found at a dollar and we dumped them in a bag. My contribution was a bag of those nasty mini wooden clothespins, and when I reached in the bag to grab a giftie, I snagged a set of three wooden spoons. Heh. No bottom or sub of my acquaintance has any fondness for wooden implements at all. Heh. The spoons might actually get used for cooking or something weird like that. BJ got a nice clothespin zipper as his dollar store present, and then proceeded to give us a demonstration of its effective ness on Durga's breasts. Oh man, the squeals! He did it again later, and then later still he zippered her inner thighs--the screech was beautiful. Heh. There was a small awards presentation for the year's best Top/Dom, sub/bottom, couple that have contributed and demonstrated safe sane consensual play, and best newbie. The prize for best Top/Dom was a beautiful handmade leather teddy bear. God it was gorgeous. Very deserving people won the prizes. I asked Sailor for a flogging, so he wrangled a bench for me to sit on with a back that tilted up for me to lean forward on. It was very comfy and put no stress on my leg. I figured I had to take advantage of the fact that I wasn't teaching bellydance to get some nice marks on my body. Also, my shoulders were really tense, and I've been holding a lot of my shit together with duct tape and string recently and just need to be taken care of. God, it was gorgeous. Lovely warmup, some playful swiitching of implements... I have to say I enjoy the plumber's tub chain flogger for it's coolness as it's run over my back. As the flogging got heavier and heavier, I relaxed more and more. Sometimes I cried out, sometimes I breathed with the strokes--he sent me flying and it was so good. When my breathing started to get ragged again, and the strokes were making me whimper he reminded me that I had my safe words and I acknowledged. I wasn't quite ready then, but a short time later I cried yellow and he stopped and held me and I shuddered and eventually cried as he squeezed me really tight. He's really good at that--I felt so relaxed. The sensitivity in my back was great, and after I finished weeping on him and wiped my eyes he held me a little more gently and dragged his finger around and tickled my back. It was intensely erotic and sensual and I leaned into him and told him I wished his TENS unit was here. Mmm... And then a some more tickling with the tub chain flogger and he asked if he could play with my breast a bit and I was feeling so good I acquiesced. I totally forgot about my PMS nipple sensitivity, so ouch. He used his new dollar store clamps on my poor tits. I foolishly allowed him to try to smack them off with a crop like he likes to do with clothespins, but man, those clamps were not going anywhere. And ow. And no. He was all, "So that's a red then?" and I replied, "That's frigging scarlet, man!" Jeebus. So, a little more breast flogging and then my poor PMS nipples and I caved. He got me one really good last swat rigth on the tip of my right nipple and that clinched it for me. E-fucking-nough. I think my nipples still hurt from last night. I've got some beautiful marks on my upper back--in fact they still feel warm to the touch. I'm going to have a spectacular set of bruises, and boy does that feel great. I got a ride home from a new club member, Butch helped me up the stairs and I showed her my marks and we chatted a bit, and then to bed to sleep the restful sleep of the nicely naughty.
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