Bondage Weekend

It's been almost a month.

Almost a month since I was tied up and spanked in front of my boss and cameras.

Almost a month since I was suspended and got to feel like I was 12 again swinging on a suspension rig.

Almost a month since the best weekend I've had since I moved to California.

A few weeks ago, Broken Door Fetish co-hosted a Bondage Gala where I work and live. I worked for 6 1/2 hours answering phones, handling coat check, and lost & found. While taking the coat of Jay Lassiter, he brought a collar from his pocket. When I pulled my hair back, he told me that if he collared me, he'd have to take me home.

I sat back down.

I was also asked by someone new to the company, who was VERY drunk, if she could eat me out. It took forever to get her away from my desk.

Once my time was up, I was immediately escorted by Snake to a seat near the bar, where I would wait to be tied up. While waiting, I met someone who messaged us on Fetlife. He seemed really nice.

After being put in my rope corset (over my purple Frederick's corset.. CORSET ON CORSET ACTION!) & my crotch rope, I was told to straddle a horse, owned by Broken Door, and was situated right in front of Master D.

Oy ve.

Snake tied my wrists to the legs of the horse, and spanked me with a riding crop. I remember being a little scared of Giacomo's riding crop during a photo shoot with him. It's a testament to how much I've grown in just the last 2 months.

Once I was properly warmed up, Snake switched to floggers. Master D's giggles at my moans of pain were fun.

"Oh how I love that sound!"

Jesse was there too taking photos. Just like he does at every single event. How crazy is it being beaten by the one you love in front of a man you lust for? He asked me to look up at him in a paparazzi like manner, which, before I could hold my tongue, prompted me to snap, "You'll only get a silly ugly face from me if you ask for a shot. Don't interrupt my scene!" I explained more about it afterward, but damn.. Can't a girl get her ass beaten in peace?

After a while, the pain from the knot Snake placed in the middle of my breasts began to really hurt. So we switched to a beautiful cross/web. It was here that our scene got even more intense. I was going farther than I've ever gone, and it was worrying Snake. Yet, it wasn't until Snake missed my bum, and wrapped the flogger around my left thigh that he stopped the scene for me. We cuddled afterward, and I was completely at peace.

The next night, this little Cinderella got all dressed up for her ball. =] We were on the Broken Door guest list for the quarterly Bondage Ball. I wore my red/black Frederick's corset, and red Frederick's lacy boyshorts underneath my favorite cocktail dress. I didn't know how to dress, so I dressed formally as well as for play. The play came quickly as Snake experimented with a piece of pigskin owned by The Other Rigger from Snake's birthday. It makes more sound than it hurts, but after a while, it can hurt quite a bit. The Rope Artist was also there. We felt as if we were amongst friends.

I remember, on Snake's birthday, leaving the club we were at yearning to be suspended by rope. At the Bondage Ball, I did it! It was a team effort between The Other Rigger and Skip, and they got me all the way up right as Jesse and The Boss Lady arrived. I had rope around each thigh, as well as above my breasts and below my breasts. Once I was pushed backward, I was able to use that momentum to swing myself back and forth. It was truly a blast.


Photo taken by Jesse

Another friend that we were happy to see was The Count. On his belt, was a wooden dowel. On that dowel were Jack & Sally plushies from The Nightmare Before Christmas. After being let down from the rig, I bent over the side and was beaten by characters from one of my favorite childhood movies. Pure bliss.

A little bit later, Snake found a girl that was interested in knife play. That's something that I'm not into, so I jumped at the opportunity to really dance with Jesse, since I didn't really dance a few months ago when we went to a warehouse party across the street. I had a Long Island Iced Tea, and was working on my vodka+redbull (both were gifted by him), so the industrial dance music just made me go nuts. That man is a brilliant kisser. While dancing, he blurts,

"You know, it's never going to work out between us with you being in a relationship, right?"

*sighs*

I took a deep breath, thanked him for his honesty, and continued to makeout with him. Whoever said that I couldn't take rejection can suck my ass at this point.

We made our way back upstairs after the most intense wedding I've ever seen in my life, and Snake had just finished cutting up this girl's back. Everyone's happy, everything's cool.

Later on, we were talking to a couple people who come over to where we live often for events, when I started to get cold. I'm still in a corset, lacy underwear, and heels. Where's my dress? I want to put it on. I go down to where my dress and purse were, and EVERYTHING is gone. The suspension rig, and all of our friends left. My dress & purse included.

[Commence Minor Kitten Freakout Mode]

After checking downstairs, and standing around Jesse a little bit more, we figure out that we're not going to be able to find it without calling The Rope Artist. With my phone in my purse, and Snake's battery dead, we had to leave and go to the car.

I never, in my entire life, thought that I would EVER walk down Hollywood Blvd, right in front of the Henry Fonda Theater, in nothing but my underwear.

Halfway to the car, Snake's phone reboots, and we see a text from The Rope Artist saying that he has my purse and dress. We plug the phone in, and meet up with them at Denny's. Called Jesse to let him know the good news, and got him to come out with us. It was really nice introducing him to my new kinky friends. I think him and The Rope Artist will make a good photography team. =]

On the way home, I started crying while explaining the concept of compersion to Snake. I was so happy that he was happy getting something that I couldn't give him from someone else. I didn't care that it was another girl. I didn't care that she was cute. I cared that he was satisfied and happy.

Baby steps to getting him to understand how I feel about polyamory.

We stumbled into bed, and slept very soundly.

That Monday, the next day, was Rope Class day with The Rope Artist. Both Snake and The Rope Artist learned new knots and lashings. It was very fun to watch.

And there, you pretty much have it. It took me almost a month, but that's another post in itself. =p