FurryFury
Addict of Sensation
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Netzach said:After hour 1 of a 3 hour session with the sweetest thing.
I could take him home. I'd beat him for free, but I don't have to. I'd eat him up. Shhh. Don't tell him.
I've finished up a nice medium corporal warmup and I've had him crawl from room 1 to room 2. I'm about to put him into black latex, leather straitjacket and leather hood for the mummification and bondage portion of the evening, our mutual favorite.... And then I do it. I tap my head on the metal suspension bar hanging from the ceiling. Lightly.
But heavily enough to create a giant goose egg contusion immediately because I am on coumadin. I am on coumadin and trying to ignore a head bump could = death so I have to inform my client I am on coumadin and have to call the hospital.
Much to his credit the sweet thing stays put and waits to see what they tell me and assures me shit happens and he'll come back around. What a fucking cold shower that has to be for him. While I'm open and straightforward with clients I like to remain a professional in the positive sense of the word and it's something a possible trip to the ER really fucks with.
They tell me I have to ice it and make sure it stays the same size or I have to come in. So, I have to let this client I really really like go 1/3 of the way through what would have been a really fun friday night.
I am pissed. But I am the friday night princess.
I don't blame you for being pissed. I hate it when an evening is ruined much less by something that requires an emergency room visit.
*HUG*
I'm glad the man was a gentleman about it though.
Fury
