After my wonderful ride on the bondage and sex highway, we acquired a blue raccoon, and got some Chinese food sent up to our room.
(Admit it… that’s the best opening line since the first sentence of 100 Years of Solitude.)
The raccoon was a furry named
Sparks, who joined us for the evening. There was some debate about whether to even
bother going downstairs or just wait for the men-only party to open on the 15th
floor. It was a given that none of us
wanted to see the beauty pageant thing going on in the main ballroom… but I
waned to scope-out the main dungeon and maybe see some more of my CAPEX peeps
before we wound-up at the men-only party on the 15th floor. So Sparks
put his tail on, and I put my tail in, and we headed downstairs, and waited in
the hall for the contest to warp-up so they could open the dungeon… and waited…
and waited… and waited… (One of my
regrets from SELF is that I never got to spend time in pup-mode… and it only
later occurred to me that I should have asked Sir for permission to pup-out
during our interminable wait for the dungeon to open. At the time I was just too focused on waiting
and waiting, and it didn’t occur to me until later that it would have been a
great opportunity to pup-out.)
Eventually the show let out and the dungeon opened. Pepper had arranged to have a wish of his fulfilled: suspension. However, in order to get suspended, somebody had to take his DM shift up at the men-only party. Sir wanted to watch the suspension, so he assigned the DM shift to Tebow. Meanwhile, my plan was to hang w/ my fellow CAPEXians in the main dungeon before heading upstairs. That turned-out to be a bust b/c none of them were there… which was surprising, b/c CAPEX had a very strong showing at SELF – more, I think, than any other club. I counted up 18 CAPEXians there including myself. But… we were in the dungeon pretty early, so I guess they all showed-up later. I did have a nice conversation w/ a pup that was in Sir’s class Friday and had questions about my experiences w/ pup play. Wish I got his name… but I’m crap w/ names & faces anyway, so it probably wouldn’t have mattered…
After Pepper’s suspension scene (which was pretty cool) we went upstairs… to find a very angry beagle pup waiting for us...
The poor kid had been sitting up there by himself for over an hour. Nobody had yet showed-up for the men-only party… including the hosts! Tebow was pissed… and I can’t say I blame him. In retrospect, I wish I had taken the DM shift, so he could have stayed and watched Pepper… especially given that none of my peeps were in the dungeon downstairs anyway. (I'm sorry, kid.) :(
Sir went ahead and got the party started by taking his violet wand to the aptly named
Sparks. It was the raccoon’s first S/m scene of any
sort… and Sparks
turned out to be a giggler. I mean, giggling like a schoolgirl. This
provided lots of fun for those of us watching.
More folks finally started coming in.
Sir at last got a chance to practice using his brand new whip on me. I think he did pretty well – he didn’t wrap
at all. (But Sir, I still think you
should practice on me a lot more… you know, just to hone your skill.)
I randomly ran across this sentence on the web today. I don’t know what t means, but it’s cracking me up: “Developing a romantic relationship with your electrical power animal is a requirement [sic] it takes time and strength.” Um… My mind went so many places… I’m not sure what to add to that… LOL