Now with a soundtrack!

Let me just say, in case I somehow failed to, I LOVE our kinky friends.
Last night Boy and I reunited after a week apart. We'd left eachother on a fabulous note, and we returned to eachother on a pretty good one, as well. A bit of low-level grumpiness, but nothing a quickie couldn't fix. And as soon as that was done, it was off to spend time with our fabulous kinky group.
Everytime we walk out the door just as our college friends are settling down to a night of drinking, smoking and hilarity, I wonder if it's the right thing to do. It always, always is.
Highlights of the night:
We learned florentine flogging! Boy knows enough about poi from firespinning that he picked it up almost immediately. It took me much longer, and I definitely need to get in a lot of practice, but I got the hang of it in the end. It is SO much fun. For me, though this may be just because it's new, it's alot more enjoyable to do than normal flogging. I really like having both hands involved. Really alot. I also qutie enjoy the faster, double-beat sensation of being flogged like that.
We also learned alot about sensual boot blacking. I've been doing Boy's boots for a few months now, but I didn't know much more than how to polish them, which does not a scene make. I didnt know, for instance, about washing them first. DUH! And Boy's boots tend to need it, friends. What's more, if you get a buffing brush and some wax, though, you can do coat after coat. Also, there's no reason not to use your hands, which makes it much more sensual, both for the bootblack and the booted. So that will be experimented with more fully soon.
And I did a, um, suspension demo. I didn't know I was doing a demo. I just wanted to suspend him properly, because last time I did it at the group the job was abominable. But then the lovely Dominant lady who was organizing the get-together proclaimed loudly that there would be a rope demo, and that was that. With a better knowledge of how to do it, excellent advice and two strong men (thanks guys!) to hold him up during the process, I got Boy into the air in record time, and from then on it was funsville. He tells me he was into subspace deeper and faster than almost ever before. We discovered, or I suppose reinforced, that we both love, as submissives, to have the dominant's hand on our throat. Not hard enough to cut off or even restrict breathing, but there. That came into play alot. And a few lovely ladies had fun with ice and tickling and, one of them being a single-tail enthusiast, scaring the shit out of him without actually hardly touching him.
The best part of all of this was that, at said get-together, there was live music, in the form of a lovely gentleman (and sometimes our lovely TV friend) with guitars. And as I put him up, he played the tune of "Free Falling", but the words were all his own. They included something along the lines of "She's a good girl, but she'd better not drop him".

At other points in the night, Boy and I recieved foot-soaks and massages, sitting side by side on a couch like a couple's day at a spa, I got my eyebrows waxed, and Boy florentined me within an inch of my life as "Amy" played in the background and everybody sang. Well, I didn't sing. Or Boy. But everybody else did.

We smoked with a few folks, enjoyed their company and hillarity, talked about the group we run and how to make sure the NextGen is as communicative, inclusive, educational and all-around fabulous as the last one is.

It was an excellent and educational night. We left late and happy, having learned and talked and played and smoked and spent a bit of time with this group of peoplel that, nearly a year ago, opened their arms to us as total with little in the way of knowledge in the scene and less in the way of skills. We have learned, and taught, and will continue to do both.

And we will never forget the people who first taught us.

The Census Lady

So the Boy and I have been busy, but not so much in the post-able way. More in the midterms job interviews show-going-up-soon sort of way. We did manage to slip away for a few days, which was mostly necessaray because it gave us room to have one of those discussions we have in place of fights, which was a long time coming and made us both feel much better afterwards. What precipitated it, in some ways, was the scene with the Census Lady.
We were doing a scene. We were out in the little cottage we go to sometimes, and the Boy and realized that with proper one could hang somebody from the rafters. The previous night we had made use of that on friends, but I really wanted to go up. So he put me up, and took me down, and as soon as that was getting done there came a knock upon the door. The scene had not reached it's organic end, yet, but it occured to both of us that if it was the caretaker we had better meet him in the hall so he didn't walk into our rope draped living room, so out we went.
It was not the care-taker.
It was a woman from the U.S. Census Beureau.
The little cottage in the woods had been randomly selected to be part of the census.
That's right people, the U.S. Census Beureau interrupted our scene.
I can officially blame the Government for almost everything, including extremely specifically messing up my sex life.

Still, we give thanks. If that scene had continued tolerably well, than the yechy discussion would not have happened and we would not have been able to come out the other side.
On the other side, fun things happen. For instance, I put Boy up into full suspension for the first time ever in my life. It's amazing how going slowly, without a huge crowd of people, and having just a few very important pointers can help. That was lots of fun.

The next night I hog tied him and tied his feet to his hair. The scene wound up awesome, but there was some difficulty in the middle because the idea for the position was his, and so I hadn't given it as much thought as when I think of them on my own. I tried to work around this by asking him about it before I put him in the tie, but we were already sort of in scene, so he went from taciturn to flat out reticent, and my plan more or less failed.
Which meant the position I put him in was less comfortable than it could be, and I of course got frustrated, but I didn't stop, and I'm glad. There was use of an inflatable butt-plug. There was use of this device as punishment/relief, as I desperately tried to remember every infantesimal little thing he had done during the day to punish or reward him for.
Later on, of course, I pegged him.
Whatever I may have said in other posts, the Boy can be loud.
Definitely.

I'm still waiting on the other side of this, though. I've had alot of fun putting him up in the air or down in the mattress, but as readers may have noticed (and I think I've explicitly said) there's been a trend away from equality-of-switching and more towards me domming. It'll be a while till I'm satisified that we've moved back to center, and I'm certainly ready to be dommed. It's hard, because you can't really demand it of somebody and I'm unsure how to inspire it in them. What I want out of a scene is the attention. We lead very busy lives, and had wierd and difficult origins, all of which make scening terribly important. When I'm submitting to him, it should be my time when nobody exists but us, and all his attention, even when difficult to take, is focused on me.
I want real scenes. We forgot that they take work. We need to get back into the habit of clear and careful negotiations, and of planned for and remembered aftercare. And I want it focused on me. But, I know, that has to happen in him. I have faith, mostly, that it will.

Aside from that, between a friend of mine visiting and the theater keeping him busy, there wasn't time for sex yesterday. And the day before that was pegging. And I'm just coming off my period. And, basically, I want sex. I'm leaving in two days and we won't be able to have sex for a week. I want sexsexsex. And also a scene, but one can be forced and still enjoyable (and I really need to word that so it doesn't sound like rape), and the other really can't.

Pictures soon. And a huge mondo up-date post about where we are and what we have and what we're doing now, to mirror a much earlier post of the same nature.

Um. More suspension, actually.

It looks like we're kind of turning into a one-trick-pony.
But oh, man, it's such an awesome trick.
I put boy into partial suspension for the second time. I actually didn't do a very good job of it: not enough rope on the orgional chest harness, so it was uncomfortable the whole time. The best part was that this time I lifted his other leg so that he was fully in the air. I just held it in my arms, and slowly walked in a circle, spinning him.
This was at a play part, and by the time I had him all the way up we were litterally surrounded. HUGE crowd of people.
I think that girls doing rope is sort of a rarity, and girls doing rope on boys is even more so. Plus we are probably the youngest couple in that set by maybe a decade (a few of them were happily chatting away about their our-age kids), and I flatter myself and Boy to say that we are both relatively attractive. On top of that, I'm an attention whore. If people choose to look at me, especially when I'm domming, I do my best to give them something to look at.
So we tend to attract a bit of attention when we play, but this time was ridiculous.
When I took him down I got lots of comments and congratulations. Which was nice-ish, but I really hadn't done a fabulous job, so it felt a little wierd.
Oh, well. He and other ropetops there gave me alot of helpful advice, so with luck the third time will be the charm.

He put me up once that night, as well.
It was a face-up suspension, but something about it meant that unless my head was being supported, I was very uncomfortable. So ou beautiful TV friend came by and held my head for me during the scene, while the Boy took an evil stick to my feet and a paddle to my bottom. It was really really intense: having someone hold my head immediately sent me deep into subspace. It makes me feel taken care off and safe, but the knowledge remained that if she hadn't been there I would have been vulnerable and aching. That feeling combined with the Boy's ministrations made for an incredibly intense scene that I still have't quite figured out.

When I came down I was wobbly and had to sit down, and then discovered I couldn't get up again for quite a while.
So I talked about dentists with various folks, and it was lovely, and eventually I came down.
It's funny how long the lag was between when he took me down and when I finally got back to earth.

We drove home refreshed and happy, and ate MacDonalds, which will kill you dead but is very tasty on rare occasions, and watched the best porn EVER, with a charming Brittish Dom doing horrible things to a little Asian sub, and then to top it off we had amazing sex.
I stumbled up to my bed at 5:00 AM, very pleased with the events of the night.

Soon pictures, and a post about something other than suspension.

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