Hi tumblr.
I went to a play party last night for the first time in forever lookin’ cute as hell and did a few brave things I can’t wait to tell you about.
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Pup and I are headed to the first play-ish party I’ve been to since July. It’s at a friend’s house, which is definitely a more comfortable way to get back into this stuff than at a dungeon.
So wish me luck, buds!
Whipping Post, Part One
In mid-December, we all went to a play party. It was the first time I’d gone to a play party without Sir.
The evening started out pretty tame. Saltine, Pup, one of Saltine’s friends and I arrived at the party after hanging around at Pup’s place for a little bit, and a friend of mine who had previously said she was too shy to go showed up anyway.
I congratulated her for being super brave. In addition to just being an awesome thing for her to face her fears and show up at the party, it made me feel good about being there myself. I was a little anxious about being there without Sir, as well as being nervous about being there with Saltine. I am an absolute anxious perfectionist, so the idea of us not really wanting to play together and also not really knowing how to divvy up the time left me a little on edge. It’s the kind of thing were I just want everything to be perfect and everybody to be happy and Jesus nobody wants to make firm plans.
Pup came over and told me that he wanted to play with me. I was feeling a little bratty, so I spent a some time avoiding it by running off to grab a drink or talk to someone. But, somewhere in the middle of talking my friend, Pup came over, grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me off to the back of the party.
The back area was partitioned off into two rows of little semi-private play areas, separated by curtains through which one could easily see silhouettes of the people behind them. The area he took me to was right near the front of the row, such that the party could see us through the curtains. Inside was a small raised platform, and atop the platform was a long, wooden post. The entire apparatus faced a mirrored wall.
Pup moved me up onto the platform and guided my hands to hold onto the post. He slid my legs apart by easing his feet between mine. For a moment, he stood pressing his weight against me, pinning me against the post. It’s a move he’d pulled before, when we were out on our second date and we were playing pool. That time, it was under the auspices of helping me to play, but I understood the intention behind it both that time and this one. It’s a power play, a move to demonstrate the differences in both height and strength, a way to say that he can overpower me. It’s also more or less a way to grind his cock against me.
Gathering up a length of rope, he arranged my hands further up the post and tied them there by threading the rope through a loop at the top of the post.
“Am I in trouble?” I asked as he set to pushing my feet further apart. There were two more metal loops on the platform, and he was already tying two lengths of rope around my ankles.
He chuckled and shook his head. “What do you think, princess?” He’d been in the habit of calling me that then, always condescendingly, always in such a way that I protested being called it. He tied off the ropes and my legs were stuck spread almost uncomfortably wide.
I shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe.”
Pup rose up to his feet and sunk his fingers into my hair. He tugged back so hard, so suddenly that the memory of watching it happen in the mirror in front of me – of seeing it all too quickly before all the saw was the ceiling – is still as vivid as ever.
Also uh I tried firecupping at the party the other day with a really cool and experienced domme. You can see the circles kind of mingled with the scratch marks and marks from some really cool knifeplay. Basically I’m rushing to get myself caught up so I can write about this party because holy crap.
But yeah, Pup and I tried firecupping together and it was nuts (in a good way.) She went a little harder on him than she did on me, and now his back looks like a domino.
Sorry for the poor quality of the photo of my back. (I do like the sweep of my hair at the top, though.) I’ll make Pup or somebody take a better one in the next few days, because apparently I’ve got these marks for a while.
Well, I’ve decided (with your help) to wear this tonight.
Thanks, tumblr!
Sir, one of his partners and I are going to a play party later tonight. My outfit is 98% fringe and not much else. It’s gonna be awesome.
It’s the first time I’m meeting this partner and I’m a little nervous but also a little excited.
I’m going to my first official legit play party without Sir tomorrow night. It’s the first time I’m ever going to one without him. He took me to my very first one and I’m a little anxious to not have him there to watch out for me and take care of me.
Instead, Pup and one of his partners (I WILL GET YOU CAUGHT UP I FREAKING PROMISE) and I are going there together, and I’m talking to Sir about all the blushy stuff I’m allowed to do there. Naturally, the conversation is dipping into kind of Daddy/little territory.
A highlight I’m squirming like crazy over is: “Fine, you can cum twice but only in public and if you suck that boy’s dick in front of everyone.”
Eep.
Back to School, Part Three
As part of a means of breaking the ice, we all had little sheets of stickers. If you liked someone’s outfit, you could give them a sticker. If somebody said something clever, you could give them a sticker. If you were too shy to flirt: sticker.
The Librarian had started up with hitting people with a ruler over some matter with the stickers, and it was clear that she was going to get her just deserts. Flint had twisted one of her arms up her back and was hitting her with a threatening-looking flap of rubber. Bruises were darkening on her skin already, but she was taking it like a champ.
“Hey,” Lida said. She and I and one of Flint’s other partners were sharing an armchair. She’d snatched a whole book of stickers from somewhere and started applying them to my cleavage.
A little earlier, she’d been shy about talking to a pretty girl I know and I’d pretty smoothly introduced them before dipping seamlessly out of the conversation. I figured maybe the chest full of stickers was partially a thank you for that and partially a demonstration that she wasn’t upset over how hard I’d spanked her.
“Where’d you get those?” I asked.
Lida shrugged, “just took ‘em.”
One day, I’m going to be brave enough to spend most of a play party like this. Just crawling after Sir, keeping quiet while he socializes and flirts, letting other people play with me to demonstrate how obedient I am.
OMG those boots! *droool*
Back To School, Part One
A couple in the poly/kink community in my city threw a back-to-school themed party for their non-monogamous and kinky friends. It was totally just supposed to be a meet and mingle kind of thing, but let me preface by saying all the wooden spoons and rulers in their house ended up broken, and I left with a massive bruise.
(Yeah, this is how behind I am. I’m finally writing about something that happened TWO months ago.)
I’d opted to channel a little “Baby One More Time”-type look, complete with pigtails, and carpooled over with The Librarian, who had gone for a teacher-type look. The ride over was, confessedly, a little awkward. She and I shared two partners (Flint and Nilla) and she’s the ex of my pizza friend, and we basically only knew each other vis-a-vis these people. So, while we tried to sort of get to know each other in the car, things were wholly pretty awkward. This is what happens when you live in a relatively small city with a poly/kink community, I guess.
When we arrived, I noticed that several other girls had (predictably) picked up on the whole Britney Spears schoolgirl thing and were wearing similar outfits, including Lida. But, while I’d chosen to wear little oxfords, she’d opted for these absurdly tall heels that made her already tall frame sway and teeter whenever she walked.
I ended up sticking with Flint and Lida and one of their other partners I hadn’t met before at first, feeling a little shy and not really knowing a whole lot of people at the party. Flint was dressed like a teacher as well, down to a tweed jacket with patches on the elbows.
As an icebreaker, the hostess had us write two truths and a lie on an index card and then walk around, trading cards and trying to guess lies. While this was going on, The Librarian had started wandering around with a ruler and was playfully tapping people on the ass. Eventually, other people had joined in, hitting each other with everything from metal rulers to wooden spoons from the hosts’ kitchen.
“Wow, she’s out of control,” a guy joked to me, pointing to the Librarian as she was whaling the now bare-assed host (who’d been dressed like a lunch lady, and his partner as the headmistress/principal figure) with a ruler.
I smiled. “Yeah, that’s why I’ve been taking certain measures.” I gestured behind me. To protect myself, I’d been standing with my ass against the table with the refreshments.
The guy tapped the wooden spoon against his hand. “That’s cheating.”
I shrugged.
“Oh, do you want to hit her?” Flint asked, coming over and pulling me away from the table. He looped one arm around my waist, while he went to tug the back of my skirt up.
“Stop!” I squealed, my hands flailing behind me to try to catch the fabric of my skirt and tug it back down. Flint moved the arm around my waist up my back, forcing me to bend over. “Flint, you’re going to show everyone my-”
“Hey Ivy,” the hostess said. “Maybe your lie should’ve been ‘I’m wearing underwear.’”