Oh man, I hope I can do last week's play party justice. It was Wow-o-Rama stuff, even more than usual and deserves a ton of time and attention to write about--things I don't currently have since I attended another event last night and am now groggy as hell. Happily so mind you, but groggily so.
Sooo, I'll set the stage briefly. Harbor held a social at a local restaurant; the food was good and the conversation was wonderful. Lots of folks new to the group showed up as well as members of Ardent. After the social, everyone headed to the party which was held in the cozy dungeon I've mentioned before. I stopped off to get some wine and by the time I got there, a huge chunk of the group was already downstairs in the dungeon!!! They were ready and raring to go.
Throughout the week, Rowan had been making comments about 'things that go sticky in the butt.' Then he asked me if I liked needles. My idea of needles is those cool kind of designs folks have--spirals around their tits or wings of some kind. Rowan's idea of needles---blow darts.
WTF?!?
I was not impressed. I was even scared. It's one thing to have a needle carefully inserted into you and an entirely different thing to have one shot at and into you, at least in my mind it is. And my mind, was not fond of this scenario at all!
But, Rowan has done so much for me on so many different levels that I felt I owed it to him to at least try it. Grudgingly I had agreed to try it.
Being the nice sadistic Dom that he is, Rowan first used the blow dart on me outside of scene with my jeans on. Ok, it didn't hurt that bad, but the element of surprise thing--as in 'when the hell is that dart going to hit my ass already?!?'--still sucked and I can honestly say, I still hated the damned shit.
But, it's Rowan, who I owe much to, so as we were starting our scene I told him he could use it on me; he responded that he had intended to anyway.
We hadn't scened in a month and both of us really needed to. Maeve in the form of her cycles even began her visit on the day of this party, but I was on board anyway; my mind, body, and spirit were needing the intense bonding and release that I experience with Rowan in a scene.
It was fucking incredible. I think all of my scenes with Rowan have been fucking incredible for one reason or another--it's just a huge blessing. This one felt like we were joined and in sync with each other perfectly; I lost myself in everything that was occurring--the usual sadistic stuff combined with healthy doses of tit torture, biting, and asphyxiation. Who knew that being hooded by a Dom's shirt and choked with a chain could be so damn sexy? I think Willow even stepped in at one point and was covering my mouth to choke me; it's amazing to me that this used to squick me out.
By the time Rowan used the blow darts I was feeling fine. I took six in my ass and then asked for darts in my back so I could know how that felt--I took 4 there. The only time it hurt was when 1 of the darts was being removed--I think Rowan was trying to do so slowly and that just feels like all sorts of ick to me. Blow 'em in quickly and take 'em out just as fast if you please! It really doesn't hurt much at all but I have a big, fleshy ass, so a thinner person may have more problems.
I eventually came through tit torture, but only after Rowan had told me to come and then told me not to come a split second later. He kept this up until I thumped my fist on the cross in frustration--and called him Mr. Fucker more than once. Then he finally let me come--and I had some lovely orgasms thank you very much.
The night ended with my service needs being met by massaging Rowan. Turns out I was using some lotion called Lickety Stiff on his back which had all of us giggling. I can only hope that this stuff really works on a cock because it smells horrible--the worst french vanilla scent ever.
And then!!!! Willow cut me!!!!! Woo Hoo!!! I'd told Willow that I wanted her to cut me at some point. Though cutting and blood-play in general seriously squicked me out early on, I found myself wanting to experience this shadow-scene and knew that I could trust Willow. It was impromptu and happened at the very end of the party, while Rowan was snoring as he had fallen asleep during my massage.
This was an amazing experience for lots of reasons; at that late hour many of the folks I feel closest to were there which really enhanced things for me. Willow was all-sorts-of-wow, walking me through the steps, telling me what she was doing and how she was going to do it, checking in with me.
A razor-blade was used this time and I can honestly say, it doesn't hurt...much; not nearly as much as I thought it would. I barely even felt the initial cuts but as Willow became familiar with my skin she applied more pressure which hurt a bit.
I suspect that cutting would feel differently on other parts of the body, but the back was a nice place to start. She free-handed a lovely set of wings on my right-shoulder. I was hoping to get another picture of my wings healed but my nilla friend is completely squicked out about this--and I'm so sick of my web cam. So, all I have are the initial pics of the cutting.
There is nothing like kicking the ass out of something that has squicked you. The feeling is incredibly powerful and empowering. So, Willow's gift of my wings was a tremendous blessing for me. It was an amazing incredible night spent with amazing and incredible people.