I've got a feeling I'm going to get a really epic drop tomorrow - as much a result of actually *having fun* and *seeing people* as of having played, so maybe it's better if I write about my playtime now!
I had a lovely play at Subversion with two very nice people - my sadistic friend of previous blog fame, and somebody newish, someone I've played with before but who I'm still getting to know. Between them they gave me just about everything I wanted and didn't know I wanted out of my evening!
It started with some really lovely nipple play with my new friend. He built it up very slowly from careful, gentle teasing to both my nipples and a reasonable portion of both my breasts being covered in clothes pegs and other assorted squeezy things. I love nipple play - it's completely hard wired to my groin. Especially when started slowly, I find it very hard to perceive the pain as anything except pleasure, even if it gets quite heavy. I think I go from feeling just pleasure to feeling it as pain and pleasure. I've come that way a couple of times. I was drifting off into a lovely hazy place when sadistic friend arrived. 'We should flog them off her.'
I was torn between loving the sound of that and being scared out of my skin by that. Went with loving it, and didn't make too much fuss about having my hands secured over my head and winched up. I haven't played very much in clubs, and I think I've played almost exclusively face down over a bench. I really liked being able to see people - I felt attractive, and desirable, and loved that people were interested in watching us. The arrival of exhibitionist me brought me fully out of my slightly dozy state, and into a very playful mood. I wouldn't go quite as far as bratty, but I was kind of spoiling for a fight.
Getting the clothes pegs off hurt a lot. They did it between them, to the accompaniment of much stamping of feet and yelling. It's funny how much stamping one's feet helps to process the pain. And also how much more vulnerable it felt to be standing, able to move fairly freely. It's a bitch of a head fuck to be able to move away from the strikes, but know that it's better to stand still because it'll probably hurt more if they miss whatever they were aiming for! Sadistic friend took great pleasure in teasing me by playing with my extremely sore nipples - I was grateful to him for giving me a chance to let some anger out and have a go at kicking him in retaliation. The kicking resulted in some lovely punching, which I think I should probably hate, but just can't. He then handed me back to my new friend.
Who had thus far been relatively nice to me. I was even starting to wonder if he had a nasty side. I now know that he does a very good line in 'sadistic but sympathetic' which I think I've talked about previously (or maybe not), as one of my favourite ways to play. I got flogged right around my midriff, back, thighs and bum, interspersed with some hair pulling, which I love. The intensity and pace was just right to set my pleasure/pain wires crossed again. Most were just painful, but some of the strokes definitely didn't hurt, and definitely felt good. This doesn't happen to me very often at all, so I was a very happy bunny. I really wanted to finish off with some pure pain, and what I got was perfect. He counted to five; on each number giving me that many strokes in quick succession. So, one and two were fine. Three was screamy and stampy, as was four. Five was silent and triumphant. I more than half wanted to try to go to ten, but I was a bit worried we would break me. Maybe next time...
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