Friday at COPE

15 Sep

It was lovely.

Despite the fact that we got started later than i wanted to, mostly because i had to get my stupid hair done before we could leave and then i still had to pack and so did Sir. But we were making great time, and i was feeling pretty good ~ until we run into traffic .

Sir is driving then and we need gas.  He takes an exit right into tons of traffic.   Then he gets off the expressway altogether.  We’re really close, and i’m so anxious i can barely keep from letting loose with a whole stream of cranky thoughts.

i don’t.  But here’s the thing.

When you’re the kind of person who doesn’t do a lot of verbal bitching, the person you’re with learns to tell from little, subtle body language cues that you’re frustrated and annoyed.

So we’re on the road to the place, but about 9 miles away going through the city.  And city traffic.  And mapquest says to get back on the expressway.  Which i tell Sir.

Sir says, “No, we’re not going that way.”

i quietly gnash my teeth and sweat through every single frigging red light and car turning left for 9 miles.

Sir ignores that, thank goodness.

We finally get there, and we still have to check in and register, and change clothes for the Meet ‘n’ Greet.  And then Sir decides we need to get food right away, so He goes out to bring back some fast food.

Which is great, and i’m glad to have my salad, but then He still has to get ready.   i’m about to lose my mind, ’cause i think we’re going to miss the whole Meet ‘n’ Greet, which only lasts an hour, and we’re already 20 minutes into it.

He’s ignoring my silent angst, although He does say, “The party doesn’t start until we get there.”  He says it more than once.

But when He starts talking about some new refinements to His outfit, and maybe adding something to mine, i think my head is going to explode.

“Sir,” i say, trying not to sound like a nagging fishwife, “The party will be over before we get there.”

He looks up in surprise.  “It doesn’t start ’til 7,” He says.

“Noooooo,” i say, “It’s over at 7 ~ the Meet ‘n’ Greet is, it starts at 6.”

“O,” He says, in tones of mild surprise.  “So I guess you don’t want me to spend a lot of time thinking of things to add.”

“No, Sir,” i say, “i’d rather you didn’t.”

And He didn’t, and we finish getting ready.  He is handsome and dashing, and i’m not half bad either, if i do say so myself.  i thought about posting a picture of us without heads, but the hats are half the costume, so that wouldn’t work.

Anyhow,  that’s all good, and we get there in time.  It’s fun to see how other people were rigged out, and we have coffee and chocolate, and a pretty good time.  But my head is just not in the right space ~ not where i want it to be.  i apparently can’t go straight from cranky to feeling sweetly submissive.  Or hotly submissive.

After the opening remarks, we go back to the room and change clothes for the play party.  My steampunk outfit is not nearly kinky enough to wear to the party.

i keep the party outfit simple ~ black, thigh-hi stockings, heels, new black bra and panty set, and a black, button down the front shirt that hits the top of my thighs, that Sir likes a lot.   And the tether.

Here we are, me and my tether:

Sir carries the tether, i carry the slack in that big coil of rope so there isn’t any chance of Him going too fast and  pulling my leg out from under me.

Here’s another picture ~ you can see my cute shoes ~ well, shoe ~ better in this one, i think.  He can untether me at the silver link ~ He just unhooks it ~ when i need the bathroom, or when i stand in line to get us snacks.  i just put the excess rope around my shoulders, like a feather boa, or a boa constrictor or some such thing.

But despite all that ~ despite the tether, and my new collar, which is purple, and  pretty, and the huge padlock, and all the activity around us ~ people naked, being beaten, figged, tied up and suspended, punched and sexually penetrated ~ i don’t feel that submissive head space that we all long for.

You know the one i mean.

Don’t feel it until i say something about not feeling it, say something about wanting to be submissive, and Sir looks at me,a little puzzled, and says, in a calm, matter-of-fact tone, “Well, you’re always submissive.”

And i’m taken aback, just a touch, but i feel the warmth spreading through me, and He says, with a little chuckle, “You don’t think it comes and goes, do you?  You’re always submissive.”

And that does it.  That allows me to slip into that head space of submission.  And gives me something to think about later.

Gotta go.  Classes await us.  Having fun ~ WISH YOU WERE ALL HERE!!

17 Responses to “Friday at COPE”

  1. abby September 15, 2012 at 10:28 am #

    Thanks for the update. Master has pretty much said the same thing to me a couple times…funny we need that AHHH moment! Enjoy…as I am sure you will…
    hugs abby

    • aisha September 18, 2012 at 9:44 am #

      Hi, Abby,

      Yes, we do need to hear it ~ and it’s funny, isn’t it, how universal some things seem to be.

      hugs,

      aisha

  2. sin September 15, 2012 at 12:33 pm #

    He does sound like a nice man you know.

    Hey, maybe you can post a photo of just the hats?

    And yes, we wish we were there too!

    -sin

    • aisha September 18, 2012 at 9:45 am #

      Hey, Sin,

      He really is. It’s kind of magical, that He’s the right Dom for me, and the right person. Amazing.

      Kinky bloggers’ convention, right???

      aisha

  3. faerie September 15, 2012 at 2:44 pm #

    Isn’t it just the coolest thing that a few words from them can take us to that place we love so much? Have tons of fun, can’t wait to read all about it 🙂

    • aisha September 18, 2012 at 9:46 am #

      It is cool, faerie, downright amazing!

      Thanks for the good wishes!

      aisha

  4. SirQsmlb September 15, 2012 at 2:45 pm #

    That head space thing is tricky. I’m glad you found it. It does amaze me that with the timber of His voice or a single word or look or tug…we’re there.
    Love the tether. He really is a skilled ropesman – the knotting/pattern is beautiful.

    • aisha September 18, 2012 at 9:47 am #

      Hi, Sir Qsmlb,

      It is kind of magical, for sure, the way He does it.

      And thanks for the kind words on his craftsmanship. {Happy sigh…} He is really good, i think.

      🙂

      aisha

  5. striving for peace September 15, 2012 at 10:05 pm #

    thank you for taking us to COPE too.

    • aisha September 18, 2012 at 9:48 am #

      Hi, sfp,

      You’re more than welcome ~ i would never have gotten there myself without you all!

      aisha

  6. nancy September 16, 2012 at 10:28 am #

    So glad you got there in every sense of the word.
    Nothing like a few words or a look to help get where you need and want to be. Enjoy every moment.

    • aisha September 18, 2012 at 9:49 am #

      Thanks, Nancy!

      i know – it’s true, the brain really is the most intense sex organ…

      Thanks for the good wishes!

      aisha

  7. vanillamom September 16, 2012 at 11:16 am #

    really big goofy smile.

    love,
    nilla

    • aisha September 18, 2012 at 9:49 am #

      Hey, ‘Nilla,

      Just smiling back…

      aisha

  8. Wordwytch September 16, 2012 at 12:05 pm #

    I understand the frustration… Love Wolf, but some times life exists on his timeframe and not mine. awwwgh! And no, venting does no good. However, I’m so glad that you Got to the party, found your headspace and had a good time. As for the pics… Do a next down shot and then just the hats. 🙂

    • aisha September 18, 2012 at 9:51 am #

      Hey, Wordwytch,

      i hear you! Except this time, except for the very end, it wasn’t even Sir’s fault! So i had nothing to bitch about for real.

      And yep, figured out how to do some pics! Thanks for the suggestion.

      aisha

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