Thursday, 28 April 2011

was at the launch party for 'secret garden' last night. had a great time, caught up with some old friends and met some lovely new people. was sorry to have to leave early, don't you just hate it when work gets in the way of having fun! t-girls in dublin have a very promising new resource - and no i'm not saying that just because the organiser happens to be a friend! :)

check it out: http://sites.google.com/site/gssecretgarden/home

Sunday, 10 April 2011

well that wasn't the smartest thing i ever did. i should have known better. i did know better. i let my desire for play override my caution, and i'm lucky there were no serious consequences.

i met a guy at a party who told me he was into rubber-band bondage and cbt, and i let him do it to me.

the session started with me being ordered to strip naked - always fun when everyone else is fully clothed! the bondage consisted of a chain of rubber bands tied around my wrists and ankles, over my shoulders and under my crotch. this was quite enjoyable, although i would have enjoyed it just as much, perhaps more, with some nice rope. the tightly-stretched chain of rubber bands did afford my play-partner lots of opportunities for twanging them against my skin, though, which he seemed to relish, and which left some impressive and long-lasting marks on my skin.

the cbt consisted of wrapping rubber bands tightly around my scrotum and penis.

in fairness to myself, i did ask the question: "you can get those off quickly if you need to, can't you?" my mistake lay in accepting his assurance that he could. he could not. it took far too long to remove the tightly-wrapped bands, and all the while i was in significant pain, and not the good kind.

eventually, all the bands were removed - or so i thought. i dressed and continued to party. i suggested to my play partner that if he was going to continue with this kind of play, having safety sheers at hand might be a good idea. thinking about it now, i'm not sure how easy it would be to remove tightly-wrapped rubber bands even with safety shears, but to anyone who might be thinking of trying this, i'd say have some means of getting the rubber bands off quickly or don't do it.

time passed. my play-partner left the party. i was still feeling quite sore, but put it down to the after effects of the play. i thought i'd got twanged a bit down there or perhaps scratched a bit during the removal of the bands. it was only when i went to urinate that i discovered two rubber bands still tightly wrapped around my penis, just behind the glans!

stop laughing! it's not funny! ok maybe it is now, but it wasn't at the time. i was not laughing while i spent a painful, embarrassing, and scary couple of minutes struggling to remove the two tightly-wrapped bands, while i worried about the potential effects of long-term restriction of blood to the glans, and wondered how i would explain this if i ended up in a & e.

Saturday, 9 April 2011

a little while ago i cleared my list of fetishes on fetlife. i didn't like being reminded of things that me and a certain someone had done together, and would never do again, or had planned to do, and now never would. but life, as they say, goes on, and a good slut doesn't stay unowned for long!

i'm now 'under consideration' by the very wonderful DominaCat and She has expressed an interest in learning what makes me tick, so i am busily going through fetlife's list of popular fetishes, adding the ones that appeal to me. i'm so far either into or curious about all but three of the top forty. i'm a little surprised and slightly disappointed to find myself so conventional in my unconventionality! and there was me thinking i was special!

anyway, the three that i'm not into are fisting, voyeurism, and role play. fisting ... um, let's just not go there, ok? voyeurism ... i'd rather play than watch others play, thank you very much! role play ... i had to stop and think about this one. there is undoubtedly an element of role play about what i do. but it's implicit, spontaneous, unscripted. i don't enjoy formal, explicit, planned role play, the kind where i'm supposed to invent a character, and a back story, and a setting, which is probably what most people understand by the term.

i am very much enjoying the process of opening up, of revealing to Domina what makes me tick, what pushes my buttons. submission is, for me, fundamentally about trust, about surrendering control, about allowing oneself to be vulnerable. and that applies at least as much, perhaps more so, to emotional and psychological vulnerability as it does to physical vulnerability.