Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part One

Yeah, you read it right. And while getting ready was not nearly as glamorous as this gif and mostly took place in a public restroom, it happened.

Craftsmate and I picked pseudonyms, practiced all of yesterday calling each other them and headed out that evening to a BDSM club. Naturally, I was completely nervous heading in and just about panicked when Craftsmate left me alone within the first fifteen minutes to find the men’s room.

This was for a number of reasons, some being:

I was severely underdressed and was starting to realize it. Or maybe overdressed. It’s hard to tell. Because people were wearing significantly less clothing than I but it was significantly more ornate. I had on a blouse, a skirt, stockings, boots. I don’t really own any fetish wear and agh I don’t know but yeah.
I had no idea where to look because literally everywhere I turned there was some crazy stuff happening. And so I kind of stood alone fiddling with my skirt and trying not to die on the spot after going face-to-face with literally one of the biggest penises I have ever seen in my life.
Some guy came up and tried to be social. Apparently “so, what do you do?” is not an appropriate or specific-enough question for a BDSM club.
Then this girl ran over to me and was like “OH! I know you!” And I just about peed my pants and I was like, “NO THERE IS NO WAY YOU COULD KNOW ME NO I HAVE NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE I HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU IN MY LIFE BEFORE.” And then she’s all, “oh, nevermind, you just look like someone” and some nearby woman was like, “don’t mind her, she’s trying to hit on you.” Cue the blushing.
And then, right before Craftsmate finally finds me, there’s some guy literally screaming on another floor. So, ah. There’s that.

We wind up sitting with the girl who had just approached me while she emptied out this huge bag she was carrying to show us the absurd plethora of toys she was lugging around. After watching her explain her hoard to us for a while, Craftsmate and I decided to slip away to one of the more secluded areas to mess around for a bit.

(Oh, and happy 2000th post to meeee.)

This week, I have been committing several small acts of bravery. I am moving past that which I have been anxious about and denied about myself. Tonight, I’m going to take a big step.

Wish me luck.

robotcosmonaut:

Love Me, I’m Trying

Don’t let them tease you Ivy, I hear your housebreaking is going very well. <3

(Above submitted by herdirtylittleheart.)

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Hmph. You all are a bunch of meanies.

“You haven’t updated your tumblr since Wednesday?” Craftsmate asked.

I shrugged, “I’ve been busy.”

“Well, I think it’s something you should be doing every day,” he said. “Or I’ll punish you.” By the way he was smiling, I wasn’t sure if this was an excuse to just punish me or a way to motivate me to write about some of the really blushy stuff that has happened lately.

But, ah, that’s a thing now. So keep your eyes peeled: I’ll be giving some fun updates now that I’ve caught a little bit of a break from work.

Once, I played a game with someone where it was in my interest to hit red lights. Until, of course, his touch grew so distracting that I almost prematurely took my foot off of the gas.

Oops.

A little something to thank you all for the kind messages regarding the recent mountain of stress I’m climbing.

As you can see, I’ve been…destressing.

And giving in to a certain boyfriend’s promise of cookies if I posted this.

Yes, the plug is turned sideways. Yes, there’s some super humiliating stuff written on my body. Yes, I am blushing right now.

(Had Craftsmate photoshop the background to tears because I’m a moron who thinks somebody is going to recognize my bedsheets.)

I want to be told to crawl to her, with no assurance of when I’ll be returned.

herverdantass:

Caledonian Antisyzgy.

And she’d better not dream of hopping up on that bed.

Even if it is disheveled,

rules only survive if they are consistent.

“Sweetheart, sometimes I think you just want to be found. You aren’t trying very hard at all.”

Yeah, yeah, I’ll get to it.

nanking-decade:

Fifth appendage.