I don’t think I’ve been this battered and bruised since last year’s Frolicon.
Friday, after she got home from work, my fantastic Owner
took me into our studio/play room, stuck needles in my pecks, bit me, beat me,
edged me (I hadn’t cum in a week), and held a vibrator to the needles (which
felt sooooo good). So that was scene
number one.
Saturday I dropped Shdwkitten off at her boyfriend’s place
and drove on down to Sir Loki’s… where I found a hot tub full of puppies! So after I sent my first text message (over
Loki’s phone b/c only I had dry paws… Have I mentioned that I’m a bit of a Luddite?) I stripped and joined my packmates in the hot tub. And that’s where we spent the next 2
hours. And that’s where Sir got inspired
to create the Olympic rings logo on my shoulder out of bight marks (and did an
amazingly good job), bight me on the back of my calf (Ow!), use my penis as a
chewtoy (no comment). We’ll call that
scene number two.
Next came dinner w/ Atlantarubber and his family. I forget what I said, but I made some snarky
comment that caused Sir to hit me… while I had a taco in my hand… which caused
ground beef to fly everywhere, but mostly, I think, all over the beagle. That doesn’t count as a scene. We don’t count food play… unless it’s “eating
something spicy w/ your ass.”
(Apparently something beagles do, I don’t know…)
So we went to 1763 where Atlantarubber had a private room
which he invited us to come chill in… quickly resulting in a puppy pile on the
bed! (Well, three pups and a Cajun.) Things quickly moved to “adult content.” I soon found that I had one Top flogging me
while I was laying on top of Tebow… and yet it was Tebow who red-ed out, b/c
apparently I was crushing his junk.
*rolls eyes* Eh… we’ll call that
scene number two and half.
So it was time for Decadence to start at 1763… but nobody was
playing, so I was volun-told to be the ice-breaker. The party ice-breaker, as it were, was me
being hung upside down by my feet (suspension cuffs) and used as a piñata. I LOVED this!
I’ve never been beaten upside-down before. It was soooooo cool! Scene count = 3.5.
(Side note: While all that was going on, somebody managed to
spill the soda I stashed under a bench… thus continuing last Dominion’s
spilled-drink theme. NOT my fault!)
Next, I was volun-told to participate in balls-vs-balls
tug-a-war. I did not love this quite so
enthusiastically as the piñata scene.
You take two bottoms, put parachutes on each of their nut sacks, chain
the parachutes together, and have them slowly crawl away from one-another. Now I’m a pretty all-around masochist, but
CBT – especially heavy CBT – isn’t really my favorite thing… so I was just a
little apprehensive (i.e. shaking in mortal terror) at this whole
situation. The Tops tried to encourage
me to crawl/pull by hitting me w/ paddles and dragon-tails. Now, I know I can take paddles and
dragon-tails all night, so I was like, “Fuck it; I’m not moving; I’m staying
right here, and you keep hitting me.”
LOL. I don’t think the chain ever
got fully un-slack to tell the truth… but I was still quite grateful when Sir came
over be close to me during this particular ordeal. Scene count = 4.5.
That pretty much wrapped it up for Decadence. After Sir enjoyed a cigar – which I would not
let him blow smoke in my face (I’d rather go back to the f-ing tug-a-war) – and
then we called it a night, because…
Sunday was the Dominion party at 1763! Sir got himself warmed-up by beating the new
puppy (we don’t have a name or a breed for him yet… he still has the new puppy
smell!)… and apparently either Tebow or I managed to spill a cup of coffee Sir
left in the corner before this scene. I
don’t know what’s going on w/ the spilled-drink-karma!? I’m going to restrict everyone around me to
sippy-cups. Anyway… properly warmed up
(and annoyed at the loss of his coffee) Loki more-or-less ambushed me and
pinned me in the corner. What followed
was, I think, one of our more intense primal-play scenes. Tooth and claw! And tongue… and throat… and cock. An old friend of mine whom I haven’t seen in
a year was there doing a spanking-scene on the far end of the dungeon, and just
hearing my barking and growling, was like, “Hey,
I know that puppy!” LOL.
And when our primal play climaxed, so did I. ;-)
(There’s just something extra-extra submissively hot about
cleaning your cum of your Dominant’s boots.
Just putting that out there.)
Scene count = 5.5 + an orgasm.
And so it was time to get on the road home. Besides, I was
tore-up-from-the-floor-up! Today I still
feel like a walking bruise.
(But a happy one.)
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