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That munch yesterday was a big ol’ bust. The people there weren’t super chill, kind of were a little up their own asses. Some girl tried to accuse me of being a confused bottom when I tried to express that I am not super service-oriented as a submissive. Which like, okay, girlie.

So Pup and I booked it when we could to go home, have a Sunday afternoon beer and watch some Grace & Frankie. Because it’s an endless relief to have an amazing companion in this kind of stuff. (And now that we’ve broken the seal on going to munches in our new city, the next few will be easier!)

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Pup and I are headed to our first munch in our new city today. It’s been over six months and we feel about ready to branch out into the kink community here.

I’m so, so happy to be going with him. I had to do this by myself in the last new city I moved to, and it’s amazing to be able to have him by my side for this situation.

But I’m still so flipping nervous.

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Last night, I brought one of my best friends in my “vanilla” circle to a munch.

I was super nervous about the whole thing. I’d never truly mixed those two friend groups before besides bringing Pup to a party once. So, I wasn’t sure what she’d make of my kinky friends, and I wasn’t sure if this was too much throwing her into the fire after she’d admitted to me that she might be a switch and wanted to see the community.

However, she held her own wonderfully. I did my best to sort of shield her from some of the creepier dudes, so she ended up hitting it off with (what I consider to be) some of the best people I know in that community.

She was also super, super tolerant of the more relaxed attitudes towards overt sexuality that the group has. She didn’t flinch when worthlessrapemeat showed off some of her photographs, and even offered some of her own (!!!!) up to the group.

But the highlight of the evening was probably when we were talking to some people about preferences (I had to cutely remind her that the word she was looking for was “switch”) and I identified as, “about 99% submissive.” Her jaw dropped and she exclaimed rather loudly, “YOU’RE the sub? With him?” He pointed to Pup and I nodded. Suddenly, her eyes got even wider. “With…with CRAFTSMATE?!”

“You know,” I teased Pup, “she thought you’re my sub. Maybe she’s onto something.”

Later on, Pup ended up showing her (with my permission) a photo of me tied up on my bed. (Yeah I know I’ve got to catch you guys up on him and I. Patience!) I was clothed, curled up and my face was covered by my hair, so it wasn’t quite blushy enough to make me die on the spot. She smiled and looked over at me, “it’s so different to see you like that. It’s kind of nice.”

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I was super nervous about introducing Sir to Pup when he visited back at the end of August. 

First, there’s always some awkwardness about being like “hello person I’m in a relationship with meet this person I’ve started dating a little.” Not to mention the fact that in the past there’s been a little awkwardness about authority and whatnot.

Second, Pup and I had just come off of a really awesome second date. I mean, probably the second best second date I’ve ever had besides the one I had with Sir (which was stellar). It was just one of those really crazy nights whose elements sort of fell together almost eerily perfectly. We decided to go to an arcade and play around like children, and on the way we found a twenty on the ground. While playing a few rounds of pool, we discovered we had really good chemistry. Afterwards, as we took a walk and were just talking, we passed what looked like the most comfortable couch ever that had just been left out on the sidewalk. I was looking for a new couch, and this one matched my freaking living room. So, we ran back to my place, I kicked off my heels and threw on sneakers, and we ended up carrying the couch to my apartment. Then, we made out on the couch, which ended up being super comfy even if it was missing one of its back legs (oh well, I’ve got it up against a wall.)

So, yeah, I’d just had this really great night with him and I didn’t want to make things weird by bringing my boyfriend/owner into that situation. But, I wanted to bring Sir to the munch to introduce him to my friends in the kink community there. And Pup was going to be there with his girlfriend. 

When Sir and I walked in, Pup and his girlfriend were hanging out right by the entrance. I got a little sidetracked because of course someone in my freaking graduate cohort had to be there (GAH) so I cleared up that situation as quickly as possible (it’s cool, guys.) And, when I turned around, I saw Sir talking to Pup and his girlfriend. They were all smiling and everything seemed at ease. I was so relieved. 

Of course, I immediately started blushing when Sir told me to tell them about how he’d taught me how to ride a bike just a year ago and I got all embarrassed and went to soft-shoe it out of there and then accidentally almost knocked over Pup’s drink because I’m the most awkward person on the entire planet.

And then I blushed again when I realized that Pup and Sir were kind of both flanking me while we were talking to other people and, after I’d pointed it out, they both put an arm around me. My cheeks were actually burning.

“Aw, look at you,” Sir teased. “How’s that make you feel?”

“Shut up,” I pouted.

Pup squeezed my hip, “no, I think you should tell us how that makes you feel.”

On the way out, Sir mentioned that he really liked Pup and his girlfriend, and as we said our goodbyes, we made plans for a double date before Sir headed back home.

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I have to finish grading some of my students’ papers.

But instead I’m going to a munch first and having a stiff drink.

Because priorities.

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Current status.

I am feeling well enough so I am off to a munch (as always, running late) to hang with the eternally gorgeous WRM and hopefully other cute girls.

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A very special little Topless Tuesday with a very special little story.

When I showed up at the munch last night, I was overwhelmingly nervous. I was worried because the only person I knew was the guy from that super awkward situation and I’m just generally petrified of entering new situations like that. I’d planned to show up like twenty minutes late so I wouldn’t be too early and staring at my feet, but when I showed up, people were already deep in conversations. 

Still, I managed to get into some good talks and meet some cool people. I was getting very comfortable when suddenly a man I was speaking to earlier brought over this super cute girl with curly blond hair and big, gorgeous eyes and introduced her to the group I was talking to. 

Somehow, photography came up and she pulled up a picture of herself in the middle of a scene on her phone and showed it to me. It was enviably brave. 

We got on the subject of tumblr and realized we both were operating kinky blogs. Nervously, she showed me the name of her blog. I recognized it as a blog Sir showed me stuff from rather often. So, there I was, talking to worthlessrapemeat, in the flesh. Someone who talked to my boyfriend and who followed up my introduction with, “oh, yeah, you post a lot of pictures of your butt.”

Her tumblr name’s worthlessrapemeat, but don’t let that fool you. She’s super interesting and adorable and intelligent and articulate. We hit it off and soon found ourselves flirting and holding hands under the table and giggling. 

Oh, yeah, and making out in her car.

Which is where she took this photograph, which to me serves as a testament to a night where I was super brave and that courage totally paid off. 

So, here’s to many more where that came from and new friends.

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I’m trying to be a brave girl, so I’m going to a munch on Monday.

Naturally, I’ve already picked out my outfit.

Like a Brisket, Part Thirteen

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When everything was cleared away and everyone was untied, we all just sat around and talked and goofed off. It was strangely comfortable. I felt as if I had known these people for a while, even though I had only met two out of the three that day. It was so nice I didn’t want to leave. 

As I was on my way to get my shoes, Craftsmate gave me a hug. “See?” He said, “sometimes things like this work out well.”

He was referencing my previous paranoia that doing munches and stuff like that would just end horribly. I admit, despite some moments of anxiety, I was incredibly pleasantly surprised. So, let it be known that Ivy’s first munch went well and the freak-outs were kept to a pretty fair minimum, all things considered.

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Like a Brisket, Part Eight

Penthouse came back with the riding crop. I had never been hit with it before and jumped a bit in the hogtie when he thwacked it right against my back near my shoulder blade.

“Ow, sheesh,” I muttered as he rubbed where he had hit.

“See,” Penthouse explained in the little official demonstration tone he seemed to put on whenever he just wanted to jerk me around. Sure, he checked in and asked permission like a champ, but he wasn’t above being a little cheeky. “The problem with a hogtie is that even though she can’t move, your access is kind of limited." 

He punctuated his little lecture with a few more hits to my back.

"But, see, you’ve got the back just fine,” he continued as he kept whacking me with the crop. 

I groaned and buried my face in the carpet. But, I liked the sting and I’ve never been opposed to a little condescension.

Penthouse moved down to my legs. “And, you can get the legs, too. This all right, Ivy?”

“Just fine,” I muttered into the rug just as The Prodigy got herself free. My hands had started to turn red from the cinched rope around my wrists and so I was let out as well to swallow down the rest of my cocktail after that ordeal.

“Go check in the bathroom, see if I left any marks,” Penthouse said with a smirk. “They’re all probably under your dress. I’d like to know.”

For the record and for all my whining, there were none.