I am on such a high from last Saturday. It was one of those
days that seemed magical, and wonderful and so very memorable, mostly. I had worked the night before and was going
on little sleep, but the adrenaline of the day was all that I needed!
On Saturday afternoon
I presented at PERV. This was a dream come true on many levels. First off I
love talking about Master and slave relationships that is my joy and my heart. There were about 15 people there to start and about
11 stayed for the actual talk. It was an advanced crowd that had a lot to offer
and I was so amazingly surprised that people were also very candid and open. At
the beginning of every PERV is an hour of going over general rules and
protocols of group and play etiquette.
Sera and I presented that together, I
enjoyed that part, and the one place that got really interesting was when the
issue of safe words came up. I listened as people talked about whether or not
they use safe words, and the same sort of story kept returning. People would
talk about how everyone should use safe words- but they personally don’t play
with safe words. At one point after someone talked about how they had just met
someone, didn’t negotiate and didn’t play with safe words- but it was the most
intense scene they ever had- I interrupted the conversation and said “the conversation
about safe words is the same every time- people will say you should use safe words because you are a pussy, I am a bad ass so I don’t use safe words. What safe
words really boil down to is how much communication you want during a
scene.” Honestly, my slave and I don’t negotiate
and we don’t use safe words, but they are always there if we need them and if
they are used we both know what they
are.
After the rules and protocols we had a break and I was given
the floor to present on M/s for the rest of U/us. I covered the 4 pillars of training the
slave, understanding punishment on an emotional, chemical and biological level,
the un- trainable slave and the un-trainable Master, and looking at the long
term. The people there were amazing; they all had so much to give and were
really engaged. As a group they were
open and comfortable enough to talk about those things that didn’t go well,
their histories/her stories, and their personal and emotional candor really was
something to experience.
Meanwhile, the whole time, my slave was there looking
beautiful, extraordinary and being her loving and supportive self. This was not an easy thing because I was
using her as the example of when things don’t always go right. That is never easy
for her, but she was gracious, and because was so wonderful and open to be used
as an example the crowd felt open. Her response to my talking about her allowed
people to feel safe about talking about themselves. That was really a gift.
After PERV people stayed and talked and there was much
excitement about July when the Masters group starts- but that is another blog
:) When we left PERV the plan was to go see a friend for their birthday and
then head up to the NMFL play party.
That was the plan.
My slave and I got to the party early, and had a blast helping in the kitchen and
talking smack and really enjoying ourselves. When people started to arrive they
were so festive and joyful. Then my leather family came and we had a blast over
by the grill. We were talking and laughing and interspacing that with deep
conversations about organizing and events, and race. It was one of those
conversations with just the right balance of love, support, and seriousness.
Then it happened- my first glass of wine. It was my weakness-
Moscato.
Ohh—as soon as I guzzled that first glass, I knew- game on.
At that point I turned to my slave and said "honey, I am drinking
tonight."
Now just to so that you know- I am not a drinker, we don’t keep it in the house, and overall I feel that the social emphasis on drinking is an American embarrassment. I also do not play or have sex
impaired. Ever. Ok wait- I used to have
sex impaired and I probably wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again, but as a general
rule, it is not my interest.
So, the wine was flowing and I was having a blast! I gave
out a lot of lap dances that night and a few nipple dances. I would take big plates of food around to the
crowd and offer it up with the luscious sway of my hips! I circled my hips
around WhipDaddys meat (we were working the grill!!) and had people reach for
my lady corn! But the real fun came in
the form of the labia vegetables. That
is…. in between lap dances…..
After wards I enjoyed very much so giving the birthday girl her
30 licks- with my tongue, and a little biting! Maybe a little hard on the
biting, but as a bottle and a half of Moscato and Riesling as a precursor- I
think I did pretty well. Hehehehe!!!
Then I flung myself onto people and made crude remakes about
how everyone is a little "het" when they drink, among I am sure other
things that somehow have faded into a drunken background. If I remember correctly there were multiple requests
for male strippers- I figured we had already seen some naked women- let’s even
the playing field. I was denied that though. Not even a shirt off, or a belly
button……
Whew!
I had a blast, even though my poor slave was on edge and
watching over my safety every minute. When I drink I get VERY amorous- I mean
I could fuck a bar stool, the
pool table, and the ID checker before hitting the bar doors, and then be ready for more when I get home- that kind of
amorous. So in between that and my already aggressive nature, it can make
for a pretty explosive combination. So
my slave watched to make sure that even though I was impaired that others
didn’t take advantage of that, or me. It was a hard job for her, stressed her
out a lot, but even she even admitted that she was having so much fun at the
party that she didn’t want to leave.
The next morning I woke up full of smiles and hang over
free.
What a day.
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