Yesterday gave us our first taste of the fall to come. I dug through my new socks and pulled on an argyle pair. Then I giggled my ass off as I realized they were the same colors as my ass.
I was in a shitty mood Saturday when a friend who is living with us convinced me to attend one of the monthly parties with her. She was working it, and she was also in a crappy mood. After a walk with her, I agreed. Why not. My mood can't get worse, right?
My friend who we are helping is transexual - male to female, if you must know. The girls are funny. To quote DJ, "oh, so she used to be a he. I don't care - be who you are. That's all that matters." There are times as a parent you are like "wow, how did I do that?" Yeah that was one of them for me.
Anyway, she was hoping to get roughed up or some rope. The latter is limited to only a few people as some rope tops refuse to tie men or transpeople. She got tied. I respect the guy who did it. Like G, he's pretty much up to tie anyone of any gender and sexual orientation. And he does it no differently than if he was tying a woman. But I digress.
I went to the party, was talking to a few people when a sadist I am friends with came up behind me and pulled me into a hug. It was great seeing him. We are friends, as I mentioned, so our energy is a bit different than most. He gave me a big hug. Then decided that we were playing.
The scene was exactly what I needed. Full of giggles and laughter and heavy play. The first hour of the party is full of tastings. Want to experience a flogging? There is someone there to give you a taste. Single tail? Rope? Caning? Yep. Easy intros to the kinky item of your choice.
And in the middle? Me and the sadist in a very heavy scene. Him smiling as he hit me hard - the sound of a heavy flogger hitting my body - a stark contrast to the other sounds which were quite gentle. We laughed. We giggled. I got myself in trouble a few times. I welt easily, so if the right (or wrong toy depending on the perspective of the top) can cause the welts to open. I bled. And we laughed about it.
Five swingers who wandered in left during our scene - deer-in-headlights - freaked out - couldn't leave fast enough. It was quite funny and sad at the same time.
"Your ass is a mess" was what he told me. I concur. Grey, black, purple and red bruises - matching my socks. And can I say "ouch". Holy shit. He left marks in spots that are in the wrong spots. The place where a chair sits. I stood most of today. Youch.
Oh, and can I just say that my mood afterward was fabulous. I so needed that heavy heavy scene. And he needed it too from what I discovered after when he approached me - glassy eyed and on his own high. I helped him come down. Hugged him, rubbed his back, and gave him kisses. He grabbed my hand, and we walked around that way until we found his partner. Who drove him home.
It was quite a sweet change of events.
DJ showered 3 times last week without us having to pester her. This is a big deal. Minimal smelly tween - for the win! And no fights! Bonus!
I no longer work for the crazy boss. So today I made her look like an idiot. Granted, she does a great job herself. I simply helped make sure she kept the crazy light shining on her. I laughed. It made me happy. I like making her look like an idiot.
My little bro after I celebrated the fact the wife left. Today I saw he posted a photo of her. Does this mean they are back together? I have no fucking idea. I'll be over here. ------->
Elderly cat #1 is having issues. He is limping around. He came over to my cat the other night, and she gave him a bath. Poor guy.
I got a Nike Fuel a week ago. It tells you how active you are - how many fuel points you have earned, how many calories, and how many steps you have taken. While I know the accuracy of such things, I am pretty amaze to see how active I am during the week - and lazy I was over the weekend. Interesting little gadget. Instant feedback. Not for the serious person, but good for someone who needs that feedback. It also has a watch which helps.
I can't find my card reader again. I put it in a safe place. Too bad I can't remember it.
Laughter IS the best medicine.
Just in case you don't think so.