Last Saturday
was Valentine’s Day and the AEL play party. My slave and I wanted to do
something different so we contacted another couple and asked if they would like
to play. One of them was male and the other was female. When they said “yes” we
were so excited!!
My slave and I started planning right away, so when we got to
the party we were more then ready!! We
started by me tying them up back to back in very loose bondage. I don’t know them
very well, so I kept the bondage loose- to make it more of a suggestion then an
actual holding. My slave, who is a powerful Top in her own right, and incredibly
empathic, picked the female “toy”. While I choose the male “toy” and before long
it was GAME ON!
I don’t play
with men as a rule. It isn’t my interest.
But something about that night, those people, that experience and within
minutes I was riding the wild pony of Top Space. It was hot, exciting, and I
was caught up in the energy and the intensity of me on one side and my slave on
the other. All of the moans and sounds and responses that were happening created intoxication.
DEEPLY.
At one point I stopped a second and looked on
the floor. I saw blood. I looked again- it didn't register right away what it
was. Two blood spots- on the floor.
I don’t make
people bleed unless I intent to. I have NEVER made someone bleed
unintentionally, and I have NEVER made someone bleed at a public play party
where there was a no body fluids rule. So I stared at the floor stupidly.
Trying to get my head together without taking him out of his head space.
It was then
that I realized that we must have had people watching because all of the sudden
I had tons of help. The beautiful and amazing Tops pointed out where the blood
was coming from my “toys” body, the DMs were handing me paper towels and cleaning
solution, and the graceful doe eyed helper took
my cane and cleaned it while I tried to come out of Top Space enough
to get my head together.
I was
concerned, embarrassed and flying all at the same time.
I told the toy right
away in case we needed to stop, or there was something that he needed to tell
me. He was still a go, so we continued the scene as I used the paper towels to
put pressure on the open area while I grabbed and pulled his junk. I sprayed
and wiped the blood at his feet without him stepping on it.
Then a wonderful
three piece suit man said “how about ice?” and I said “GREAT IDEA!” Within
seconds I had ice in my hand wrapped in a paper towel. Which I held to the area
as it closed up right away. It also oddly created a great part to the
scene. After the area was wiped down and
the skin tear was closed we continued to play. At this point I was brought some
water, thanks again to the amazing Tops.
I took it into my mouth, but I could feel
him coming out of his head space- so I spit it on him. It was a gut move and it
worked. His head tilted back and his mouth opened- he was right back where I
wanted him.
It wasn’t much
longer before we were finishing up.
That is to
say we were toast. All four of us.
As my slave
and I took the toys out of bondage, we had tons of help. People brought us
water, food; they took my toy, my slave and her toy into the living room for aftercare.
I guarded the play space from others coming into it until I could get it
properly cleaned.
The host
came through and I told them what had happened and they got some different
cleaning solution. We wiped down the area. The lovely doe eyed assistant was a
HUGE help as she packed all the toys so that I could go and concentrate on
aftercare.
That experience
was so intense for me and my slave. We were flying high, both of us. For two
days we slept and relaxed and enjoyed coming down off of the scene.
Later on I asked
for pictures of his junk because I wanted to make sure that everything was OK- when
he sent them I saw that that damage was from the clothespins and not the
caning. This relieved me some.
But I still
shake my head. I have been a nurse for 20 years. I have seen people bleed out; I
have held a dialysis shunt closed to stop someone from dying. I have held surgical wounds closed with my
hands until the surgeon could get there and staple them shut. I have experience
with wounds, and trauma, and blood. But all it took was one skin tear on my toys
nuts and all that experience went right out the window.
I am so
deeply grateful to my toy- who was a joy to play with. To Tops for her kindness
and lovely voluptuous self, to the DMs for their quick and vital assistance. For the lovely
doe eyed assistant who was so eager to help. To The amazing three piece suit
man who took my toy afterwards while I cleaned up, to the hosts where were gracious
about the whole thing, and to everyone who offered food and water.
Lesson learned.
On this
bottom- no clothespins AND caning-
DON’T BE GREEDY!!!!!
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