A New Group

Last night i went to a new kinky group here in Where-i-Live.  A Meet-n-Greet,  focused on getting to know each other and exploring what we want the group to be.

About 25 people were there {i’m totally guessing, but that’s what i think.}  It was in the restaurant that Ms. Constance and ‘nilla and i went to, back when ‘nilla visited forever-ago.  

The place is closed on Sunday evening, but they opened just for us.  They serve an interesting selection of food.  The polar opposite of traditional cuisine ~ i had the mushroom burger, which was made from ground mushroom, and a side of smoked collard.   No bread, no sweet potatoes, no tomato jam ’cause i’m on the stupid 17 day diet.

{If Sir heard me say that, He’d say, “The stupid 17 day diet?  Why don’t you go on the smart 17 day diet?” Don’t you hate love the way you start to hear them in your head?}

Anyhow.  They had us fill out a questionnaire ~ things like:

• 3 favorite fetishes?  (don’t be shy)
• 3 things you would like learn more about
• What super hero (or villain) do you most identify with?
• Favorite play implement?
• What makes a power exchange important for you?
• What sort of play do you most enjoy?

They told us ahead of time that we’d be exchanging them with someone else, and collected them.  Once we’d all settled in with food and drinks, they re-distributed them, and we took turns reading each one aloud.

It was fun.  Mildly embarrassing, but fun, and an effective icebreaker.

Then we talked about the kinds of activities, discussions, and demos that we’d like to have, agreed that we’d hold these at people’s houses.  i was quiet, busy listening and watching.  i’m can be such an introvert.

i don’t want to learn a lot about different kinds of play right now, i really want understand more about how kink and past trauma connect.  You know, someday, i want to do classes on Trauma Informed Kink.  

But that’s down the road somewhere.  In the meantime, it looks like it will be a fun group, and i hope Sir  enjoys it too.

When i came home, Sir was already here.  He had watched some football with friends, and gotten home about 20 minutes ahead of me.  We hugged, chatted for a bit, and i was starting to get sleepy when i realized ~

He was trying to pull up some videos of caning on His computer.  i quit feeling sleepy.  

But His computer won’t cooperate, so He decides to skip the video.    In moments, i find myself standing in the corner, hands behind my back, while He pulls out the toys He wants to use.

The collar goes on from behind.  He tugs it tight, a reminder of what i am, then lets it settle comfortably.  It is not the training collar, but the padlock.  The weight anchors me.

Cuffs.  The leather stiff against my wrists.

i can hear Him behind me.  The corner is still a new sensation for me, and i like the way i feel contained there.

Then i’m out of the corner, sweater off, pants down, bent over the bed.

He uses His hand, stinging sharply, but just for a minute.  Then the wooden strip, pounding  a rhythm on my ass and thighs.

i love the wooden strip.

It feels wonderful.  Sure, it hurts, and my ass gets nicely pink {at least He says it does} and after a while i’m squirming, but i love the way it feels.

After i’m nicely warmed up, He moves to TIFKA.  (The Items Formerly Known as Antenna.}  They hurt, hurt, hurt ~ and leave me hot.  

Longing to be fucked, eager to please, ready to be used.

And He does.  Uses me as He pleases, and when He is finished, and we are both sated with pleasure, He  puts me to bed.    

A lovely ending to the day.