Weekend BDSM Report

Re: Jeebus Crow, y'all!

Quint!! :D

Aw! I'm so glad that most of your experiences were good ones this weekend. Look just knowing that what you had translated into reality is a *huge* thing. You should feel happy for having had that.

But what you said here below...


Quint said:
So this weekend I've lost my lover, as T went back to his college at noon, and my best friend. All the responsibilities that I've neatly sidestepped for the past two-and-a-half years of being part of a couple are now crashing in on me. I need to go totally self-sufficient, and that's pretty scary. And I have to do it alone. I don't know when I'll be able to see T again; I doubt it will be before Winter Break.

And so there was a great deal of good...and then we got kicked out of the Garden. I'm still trying to dwell on the happy memories, and the rest I'm taking one step at a time. I do believe that it was worth it. And that's really all that matters.

...I just want to give you a big hug for. You're so young and you've got such maturity! Really -- I'm 37 and I'm facing the same issues. Perhaps they're just human -- but still looking life square in the face, being brave enough to, to is something amazing. So many people never get there. You're trying to do it now at what really is a young age. You just have my admiration and respect for that. It's taken me a lot of years to face the idea of really being independent -- not be utterly imobilized by it. And I'm still not there.

In any case -- I'm glad you have such good memories. And I'm even more glad to hear you say you're going to focus on where this has left you now. Facing what you have to deal with in the present. That all takes guts -- all the experiences that you had. The good and the unsettling. Hey even with the good -- when it's a LDR -- it *is* hard.

I'm sending you all my best wishes. :)

(Oh yes -- and I'm *dying* to hear the school teacher/student story...for personally selfish reasons, lol ;) So how much private begging will I have to do?)

P. :rose:
 
Re: All our chicks are accounted for

Ebonyfire said:
I feel like a mother hen. So what have we learned?

That a lot of sh__ happens on a holiday weekend!

Eb

And that where it leaves you -- isn't exactly the most fun spot to be in! But it's all good experiences nonetheless. I believe in regretting nothing.

But yeah -- a heck of a lot happened, didn't it!
 
Re: All our chicks are accounted for

Ebonyfire said:
I feel like a mother hen. So what have we learned?

That a lot of sh__ happens on a holiday weekend!

Eb

Wait!

What did I miss?

Who did the scat thing?

:D
 
Okay, with everyone sharing their wonderful, interesting, and funny stories of this past weekend, I can't help but throw in mine.

I haven't shared much with anyone here, but there is a Dominant that I met about a month ago through bondage.com, and we seemed to hit it off. He told me we would go at my pace, when I decided the time was right for play, then we would see what would happen.

Well, I decided that time was this weekend. Although we didn't have the built up tension that folks here have when they start off online, we were both a little anxious and nervous. I did tell him that for the first time I did not want my hands, wrists, ankles, or legs restrained. Also, no gags. Because we live about 50 miles from each other, he set up a hotel room.

While I brought all of my toys, he brought a healthy sampling of his - the bigger stuff he left at home, which made me really curious! He did test out the ankle and wrist restraints, to see which ones I liked and which ones he preferred. He also put a posture collar on me, blindfold, and nipple clamps. His voice soothed me as he inserted a vibrating egg into me, then caressed my body with a flogger.

Basically, this was just a tease for me - to see if I would want more or if I would say "enough". He did do breast bondage - and I really like his work!

The physical part was basically 'nilla. I told him I wasn't yet at the 100% trust mark, but am approaching fast. So, he did not take advantage of the situation, knowing we will play again - VERY soon!

He did have a rubber flogger, something I'd not seen before, and I asked what it felt like. He gave a few light swings, and I could see were it would be "stingy", but he said he would leave it for another day. But he did give me a spanking - with his hand - before we left Sunday morning.

Although this pales in comparison to most here, M went a long way towards establishing trust with me. I knew that he really, really wanted to at least restrain me in some way. But he never pushed, never tried to talk me into it. Even when I suggested maybe trying something a little lighter weight, he pulled back, stating he could feel he didn't have my full trust yet.

I'm not certain when we will get a chance to play again, but when we do, I am now fully looking forward to it!



Quint, I share in your mixed feelings! A wonderful weekend, followed by such devastating news! I can only hope you will be okay and that this will ultimately prove to be the best move for you!
 
Chele, it sounds like you had a wonderful time. I hope it is the start of something really special!
 
I'm so glad things went well for all of you.

If new relationships going well is in the water, could someone please pass me a couple glasses.


:)
 
Chele...

Thanks for sharing your weekend here with us. It sounds like what could be the beginning of something new for you. And of course being the eternal optimist I want the best for all....


And MG.... you are next girl!
 
morninggirl5 said:
I'm so glad things went well for all of you.

If new relationships going well is in the water, could someone please pass me a couple glasses.


:)

I want some too!

My weekend was pretty tame, comparatively speaking, but I had a good time. I spent the night with Georgia Girl.
 
cellis said:

And MG.... you are next girl!

I'm really hoping you're right, Cellis. There's a conversation that was supposed to happen tonight that will tell me if you are.

I was late getting back home from teh weekend, had a flat tire, so the conversation probably won't happen until Wednesday.


The waiting is killing me.
 
I kind of left out the most important part, because I wasn't quite ready to look at it yet. Still a little fragile. We effortlessly transitioned from the most raw, brutal, complete D/s I've ever experienced to tender, considerate love over and over again. He would frequently step back momentarily to check on my mental state (the physical one being easier to gauge) without ever losing the intensity of the moment. That's what makes me sure that this is more than one weekend.

Okay...on to the schoolgirl fantasy! He's going to be a teacher, actually, and he's referred to his Teacher Voice several times. Of course I wanted to try it out! So I put on my classic (but definitely not classy) schoolgirl outfit...tight white collared shirt, no bra, gray miniskirt, no panties, white garter belt and stockings, and cute little black heels. Pigtails. A cross necklace. Oh yeah.

What was really neat for him was that he got to seduce me and turn me from a girl who was very confused about all these shameful, dirty thoughts, into his personal slut. Custom-made, as it were. It was very natural for both of us; my hesitation and fear were genuine (although I faked the "I don't know how exactly to give a blowjob" part, heh heh heh) and his assertion and command were definitely very very real. It was extremely fun and worth the build-up. Plus, hey, got to wear a miniskirt and garters! :D
 
Quint said:
I kind of left out the most important part, because I wasn't quite ready to look at it yet. Still a little fragile. We effortlessly transitioned from the most raw, brutal, complete D/s I've ever experienced to tender, considerate love over and over again. He would frequently step back momentarily to check on my mental state (the physical one being easier to gauge) without ever losing the intensity of the moment. That's what makes me sure that this is more than one weekend.

Okay...on to the schoolgirl fantasy! He's going to be a teacher, actually, and he's referred to his Teacher Voice several times. Of course I wanted to try it out! So I put on my classic (but definitely not classy) schoolgirl outfit...tight white collared shirt, no bra, gray miniskirt, no panties, white garter belt and stockings, and cute little black heels. Pigtails. A cross necklace. Oh yeah.

What was really neat for him was that he got to seduce me and turn me from a girl who was very confused about all these shameful, dirty thoughts, into his personal slut. Custom-made, as it were. It was very natural for both of us; my hesitation and fear were genuine (although I faked the "I don't know how exactly to give a blowjob" part, heh heh heh) and his assertion and command were definitely very very real. It was extremely fun and worth the build-up. Plus, hey, got to wear a miniskirt and garters! :D

Thanks for sharing, Quint!
Eb
 
Re: Re: Weekend BDSM Report

Mr. Dork said:
I took more implements, i dont know which ones, because, well, you fellow painsluts know that floaty feeling, and how can i tell one crop from another? I also ended up with "SLUT" and "SLAVE" drawn on my back with chopsticks, and a number of round hickeys from those verdamnt snake bite removal sucker things.....Damn, those mark up a body good.
<snip>
Next weekend: Munch and a "field trip" to the nudie bar!
Who are you? When did you get here? I...i...i think i love you already! I thnk we're a hell of a lot a like, too, judging on your vivid description. Welcome, Mr.D, welcome!

Next weekend for me: very exclusive daytime play party that i had to beg shamelessly and drop every name i had to drop to get an invite for and, afterwards, a plane trip to Las Vegas to spend a few days with my away-on-work dominant. I *should* be able to report a brush with "that floaty feeling"...next weekend.
:D
 
CarolineOh said:
Quint, we have all been anxiously waiting to hear your report.
I am glad your experience with T lived up to your expectations. It is too bad you had to face the downside of your situation so starkly, but in the long run, this moment was bound to come and perhaps getting it over with now will turn out to be the best scenario.
 
Re: Jeebus Crow, y'all!

Quint said:
Saturday was pretty straightforward D/s.
~snickersnort~
ONLY in here would we see these words!
Although our toy/activity list is nothing as impressive as MissT's
Who's counting!
Bring on the kink lists, i say!
The more crazy wild sexy cool kinky stuff we get to run our eyes over today, the better we'll all feel. And you, darlin', are most assuredly adding to the list.

Besides, when you get all grown up like MissT is all grown up - like when you can check into a hotel on your own - then you'll get to play with all the stuff in the toybox, too. Honest.
:D
Schoolgirl/teacher scenario. Details on THIS upon request...and a little begging wouldn't hurt ya either. Trust me...it's worth it.
Oh please Quint, please regale us all with the sordid details of your little foray into schoolgirl/teacher debauchery. We want to hear all about it! We need to hear all about it! Please oh please!

(Good enough on the begging or should i continue?)
That's why more weekends are on the way, although not anytime within the next couple of months.
Yeh, but you know how he tastes now and that's worth a lot when you're squirming around on your back in bed at night, all alone, thinking things over, remembering, embroidering, one hand doing that crawling-down-your-body thing...
Sunday I checked back at the apartment to let Hunny know that I'm still alive (upon his request). He pulls me into our bedroom and tells me that I have to move out because he can't take this anymore.
<snip>
And so there was a great deal of good...and then we got kicked out of the Garden.[/B]
Oh darlin', i'm sorry. But i know that you understand it. Whether or not you were able to make the switch to Hunny = Just A Friend, he obviously could not - and your moving on, especially in such an obvious and delighted manner, had to be really painful for him.

In truth, darlin', you can't move on, either, until you actually move out. Living there with Hunny while trying to walk past What Was with him would be painful and awkward - often. Though this is no doubt shocking and hart and hurtful and terribly insecure-making, it's probably for the best for you, too. Now get out there and grow, girl! Um, after you find another place to live, of course.

I'm truly sorry for your angst around all this, Quint. "It'll be okay" is such a platitude but that doesn't make it any less right.

It'll be okay, Quint.
It will.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
One little baby step at a time.
:rose:
 
Cym!

...you missed it! Back up a page -- and you'll see Quint did regale us with her School teacher/student scene. :D

You don't want to skip this. ;)

P. :rose:
 
Ooops...I mean....

Yes, thanks for sharing.

Lance "Feeling My Inner Oprah" Castor
 
Re: Ooops...I mean....

Lancecastor said:
Yes, thanks for sharing.

Lance "Feeling My Inner Oprah" Castor

That ain't what you have your hand on!

Eb
 
I keep remembering little details that somehow I was too excited to mention in the previous posts!

There was a belt involved quite frequently, although solely on breath control. Details because this gets me way fucking hot: he'd very calmly let me know that he wanted me to go down on him. I was more than happy to do so and so I started, expecting him to sit back and enjoy himself. He did for awhile...and then the hand would creep up to my head. Lightly stroking, letting me know he was definitely with me--and then shoving me down further on his cock, pushing both my Panic Limit and my Gagging Limit. The other hand was retrieving the belt from beside the bed and wrapping it around my throat, pulling it through the buckle, and tightening. And tightening. Still fucking my face. Paying very very close attention to my hands and if they were just clawing desperately at his thighs--they were--or tapping my safe signal--they weren't. And tightening.

*pauses to regain composure*

Strangely (and somewhat disappointingly) enough, the only leftovers I have today are a very sore right shoulder. I don't even know why; if it is from having both arms pinned over my head for long periods of time, shouldn't the other shoulder be sore too? And all the delicious redness on my ass is faded. *sighs forlornly*

cym, I sensed a great deal of Snide in that age reference. :D Then again, I also got comfort, wisdom, and perhaps a teensy bit of jealousy (after all, how many First Meetings really go that perfectly for both parties?) and so I'll just let it slide. This time. You'd better either watch yerself, or dig up my "Uppity, mouthy, and fun-loving subs, right this way!" thread.

T said that he'd be posting HIS version of the weekend sometime soon, which I for one am looking forward to reading. (Silly Quint, so sure that there will be nothing but ego stroking in his post.) Thanks to all of you for your best wishes and appreciation of a very nice story, if I say so myself.

Incidentally, you're all very correct on the fact that it IS best for everyone that I'm moving out. I talked to my mom about it yesterday and she offered the most amazing insight: when this is over, I will be so much happier and better-off. I was totally not seeing the goal through the obstacles, and that was what was generating all the angst. But I'm definitely going to do this, and I will be infinitely better afterwards. Thanks again for the encouragement.

(Now go back and reread the belt scene! HOT!)
 
Quint said:
(after all, how many First Meetings really go that perfectly for both parties?)

Ahh youth!

Quint, it is easy to talk about "perfect" first meetings. But remember it is a beginning. Let's see how "perfect" things are in 6 months! Growth can be painful in more than one way!

Enjoy it all. I don't mean to be a wet blanket, but the hard work is just to begin. Good luck and best wishes to you both.

Ebony
 
Midweek special?

Do you think it would be ok to tack my mid-week special on this thread?
 
Okay then!

Well ... Robuck booked us a room in the same hotel where we spent our wedding night ... only this time, we had a four poster bed!

We were only having one night away ... but the bag we took looked as if we were there for a week - toys nestling between layers of towels so they didn't clank :eek:

Before leaving home, Master inserted a butt plug and held it in place with a rope thingy-do ... off we set. Every little bup in the road reminding me that I was plugged - a taste of what was to come. Master then decided to call in at a shop for some cans of drink and some fruit and chocolate ... I was beginning to get wet. Half way round the shop I had to stop abruptly ... I could feel it slipping. A couple of quick pats to the arse solved the problem for a while ... but I had to beg him to allow me to use the ladies to avoid total loss of the plug in a busy shop. (Which reminds me ... I must take it out of the bottom of my handbag!

The room had an en-suite bathroom - so my first order of the day was to run Master a bath and then bathe him. I was then ordered to bathe myself ... this may sound a simple task - but it was hard for me as I do not find a bath an easy thing (arthritis) - but I achieved it.

Whilst I was drying, Master had been busy with rope and things. When I entered the bedroom again, He simply pointed to my cuffs and then placed the play collar around my neck.

Within a short space of time I was blindfolded and gagged ... then found myself with my arms and feet connected to ropes that were connected to one end of the bed. Master used both floggers and the paddle to check that I was totally dry ... ouchie .. no, and boy did he find the slightly damp patches fast! :p


I was flying in no time ... then Master held a vibe up to my ear (mind games) and ran it down my body before inserting it and then continued with the flogging. Ummmmmmmm it didn't stay in that long ...


Short break for a drink and a light snack.

(More later as I ought to be cooking dinner right now!:eek:
 
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