hmmm well, thanks, gloombunny I will transcribe some of what I wrote in my journal about this...

Mostly I was scared, because I am very new to the life style. Essentially, back in April I started seeing a certain Man and with gentle questions (I basically didnt even know what he was asking, or where he was going with the questions, we were just talking) he figured out within half an hour that I had submissive tendencies. Slowly he introduced me to a few ideas, and showed me a glimpse into his world. (He is a very experienced Dom, ran fetish clubs, published a magazine, etc) We began to play very gently over the next few weeks, but his job entailed travelling. Soooo, then he left, but he surprised me by calling that night, and the next day, and basically we have never gone more than a day without speaking ever since. After a few visits back, he returned to live with me in September. Our sex life has been pretty vanilla though since his return, but theres an adjustment factor, plus he has been busy starting a new job and getting his own small business off the ground.

Suddenly he tells me he's met some kinky people on line and theres a dungeon party on Friday night. WTF??? I did not feel ready at all for this, was flipping out... a WHAT kind of party. Hell, we havent done much more than an occasional slap on the butt or a bite here and there (oh and there, and there and yummmy ..there) since he has been back, and now he wants to take me to a dungeon?

But, a few days before the party, I discover the host is an old friend of mine, we were roommates about 12 years ago. We've been out of touch as friends for years, but from time to time we pass each other and have some brief conversation. He's very gay, but I know him enough to know that no one will be abused or pushed past their limits under his watch. So, cool, Ive got an old friend back and I will not feel so alone at this party. I think I can manage this...

I get dudded up... its halloween right, in what I could make into fetish type wear, black platform shoes, fishnet stockings, a little black dress, feather boa and morticia adams style wig. I wore my makeup ultra pale, blood red lips, kinda gothy but not too much. It helped putting on a costume, didnt feel so much like my vanilla self.

So we get to the party, his makeshift dungeon with stocks, a St Andrews cross, some eyehooks and chains, a rack (never got used...well as a table...) lots of candle light, red lightbulbs, people of varying sexualities, women Dommes, women subs, gay subs, straight male subs, a couple we brought along (they were sort of duds), Maybe about 15 people all together...

It was all kind of quite chit chat and show off the toys and things at first...but then a submissive male opted for the cross, and the flogging began. My friend is a bit of a control freak, (and quite the campy queen...)and my boyfriend is well used to running the show, so there was a bit of tension there, but once things got hopping stuff started to run smoother. But watching someone get flogged did nothing for me, (not a turn on or off) and I stuck pretty close to my b/f's side

Eventually the boyfriend decided to do some sensation play with me, which we had done before. Problem was, I could see the cigarette and it made me flinch, so into the stocks I went! My head was in the hole, my arms held up beside me and the feet secured shoulder width apart. It wasnt locked but it was snapped shut with a suitcase type closure. I realized this was a test of trust, but so far no one had been hurt or pushed past their limits. There was a bit of fire and ice on my back and then my boyfriend started biting me all over...

When he finished, he kissed me tenderly and removed me from the stocks. Im not really a smoker, but I found all I could do was sit and wilt in a chair for a while, chainsmoking. Eventually I went upstairs to get another glass of wine......

(to be continued)