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Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Dungeon New Year’s Eve

I spent a good swath of yesterday wrestling with the internet, registration/payment processes (damn you, conflicting cookies!) so I could listen to 3 hours of online webinars that had to be done by midnight. They turned out better than expected and the last one gave Me ideas for a kind of work I’d only dimly considered before. So I decided Princess had earned a reward and registered us for last night’s New Year’s event at the dungeon.

The DJ was predictably too loud and the food was not what you might wish for, but we were OUT AND ABOUT and that’s what mattered.  There were intermittently people being spotlighted doing notable stuff, I had missed the burlesque but caught the naked chubby man dancing like nobody’s watching, plus intermittent people pole dancing, and a guy doing liquid nitrogen play, including hitting someone with a deep frozen rose that shatters on impact. Great party trick. Saw a few friends and generally just hung about feeling slightly at loose ends and despite Myself, picturing My recent ex crossing My path.  I also got to participate in a human smores event and well, there’s just nothing that can improve a marshmallow toasted on someone’s flaming torso.

A group of friends, Lady M, her cute cross dressing hubby J, another top I’ve known a long time S, and a girl who is friends of the couple had a scene planned.  M and S planned to suspend J and girl from a support beam using pallet wrap.  I’ve seen a scene like this before, it’s not for beginners. S seemed to have the technical skills, Lady M seems to have conceived the idea and contributed the bodies and supplies and Her labor. I love them all, and went to J’s birthday party at their house this year. Lady M sent an envoy across the dungeon inviting Me to come over and watch the scene. She even kindly put a folded blanket on the metal folding chair so My back would be more comfortable during the long scene. 

Lady M’s partner was dressed to kill as his alter ego female side, and wearing a well boned corset. The girl being suspended was considerable shorter and more slight. I watched S and M (heeheehee), wrap them with a commercial roll of pallet wrap from chest to knee, put them standing on chairs, then wrap the support truss, and wrap the two people facing each other, then wrap diagnonally from truss top to opposite thigh and around the body. This happened many times and I was satisfied they were doing a good job with the enginnering and construction.

Admittedly I am a Safety Domme, so of course as I watched the scene I saw a few thinga that made a worst case scenario movie play in My mind’s eye. I offered some suggestions to Lady M who agreed and implemented them, and with her permission I stepped into the scene as a spotter, and stood where a slightly surprised S directed. It was so loud and there was so much happening that he didn’t realize Lady M had agreed; he seemed just a smidge miffed but it was ok. So I lent a hand where asked, stood ready to pounce in case the pair being suspended should flip backward, etc.   When the chairs were taken away, I helped get the safety mat under them quickly. When the rig had stretched enough their feet could almost touch the floor, their feet were bound up, so I suggested an extra mat was needed to protect their kneecaps from the concrete in the event of a sudden failure. Once they were rigged up, I participated in some whacky-whacky pokey-pokey fun as they gently swung suspended. It was cool and interesting enough that for a while we had the dungeon spotlight trained on us. They were up a long time so I stuck close but eventually turned My attention to the advanced rope scene next to us. 

When I looked back through the screen of wanderers a bit later, I realized they had just cut down the rig and J was sitting limply on the mat. I popped over to find him of course altered, but not feeling great. He had coded due to sudden sharp pain (possibly a corset stay digging due to the pressure of the pallet wrap), so they had cut it down and now he was overheating.

To be clear, this is a 40 year old man, very energetic and fit, maybe 6’2”, wearing a hot pink wig, tights, double layer skirt, and corset. And he looked great, for the record. I didn’t know it yet but he was actually wearing TWO corsets on top of each other. And he had been encased in plastic wrap for an hour.  No wonder he was hot. The common tool in these situations is to grab cans and bottles of cold water and soda from the bar; they had one on his neck but it wasn’t helping fast enough and he was really in some distress.  Removing his outfit was obviously a last resort and really up to Lady M to decide. So I told him to spread his legs and I stuck an icy bottle of water firmly
against his taint. Then I got an icy bottle on his sternum, pulled off his socks, and rubbed another icy bottle on his feet and ankles. S happened to be there at the moment a bit concerned and attentive, saw what I was doing, smiled just a little and said:  “Not Your first rodeo”.  Then apparently comfortable all was reasonably ok now, he turned his attention to other matters.  In time, J turned the corner and began shivering. We got a blanket on him and Lady M and I agreed that I’d take over the rest of aftercare so that She could wrangle taking down the rig and freeing the equipment. So the girl and I slightly carried a wobbly J to the social area, and cuddled him on the big poof cushion, one on each side, which he shivered and twitched and snuggled. Not exactly hardship duty though it was a bit chilly by the exterior door. And there we still were when the 5 minute warning was made. We got J up, and got a glass of champagne or cider in everyone’s hands, and toasted the New Year with a balloon drop (Princess HAD to stomp ONE of them).

With the scene over, I hung a bit longer, as Lady M told Me of another scene she might want a hand with. Then instead she handed me a nice young man who she felt was a good match, and we negotiated a thuddy scene. It was getting late and neither of us had thuddy toys adequate to his needs, plus he was having some reflux that interfered a bit, but we improvised. He got hit with. A roll of saran wrap in box, knotted hanks of rope, handles of wimpy floggers; elbows, fists; and oh year, he really liked being hit with the silicone dildo wrapped in a knitted Christmas stocking.  J popped over at one point to lend some toys. It was not a great scene but it was solid under the challenging circumstances, and I was gratified that as we did aftercare, he expressed thanks and said it was exactly what he had needed.

We parted happily and it was off to home in the thick fog.  When I recounted the evening to Unkey, he commented that it was a wild night. Funny, to Me it didn’t seem wild, it was just a night at the dungeon. I’ve missed it, I need to go there more and get back into the swing of pickup play. It’s fun, it’s exercise, it’s energy and movement, it’s social, it’s what I enjoy.

Princess says:  That’s RIGHT!

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Going First

I paid more than I wanted - MasterMe did - but it was the best fare I could get home for Christmas the way I massively prefer: on a direct flight from the airport near My house. When it came time to check in, I groused a little about it. $500, no seat assignment, lowest boarding priority for back of the bus, AND $30 to check a bag. They’ve really managed to take all the fun out of flying.  I decided to push My luck and try to carryon/ gate check the bag, then was annoyed I still couldn’t get a seat assignment on the early outbound flight. I generally sleep little and poorly before a morning flight, up late packing and shutting down the house, afraid to catastrophically oversleep a non-refundable ticket. A few hours before checking in, I had asked Princess why she hadn’t packed yet and she replied she didn’t really want to go, mom and dad’s isn’t really very much FUN. That surprised MasterMe.  

So halfway through the flight checkin process, when the software asked Me if I wanted to upgrade to first class for an additional $85, Princess said YES and pretty loudly.  I gave her that. 

I’m sitting in American first class on an Embraer 170 now, in a leather seat, no one next to Me. I check two bags, which itself almost pays for the upgrade. And saves Me screwing up My back dragging heavy luggage up and down long hallways. I got priority curbside bag check; TSA precheck sped Me through security; both of those meant I got a little extra sleep. I was third on the plane; I have both seats in this row of first class. I boarded with one of My injury headaches but am feeling markedly better after half an hour with an ice pack filled by the flight attendant; coffee provided by the floght attendant; now sipping a bloody mary provided by the flight attendant; a much needed ice pack wedged against the right spot on My head; and feeling enduringly good that she told us she is sorry for our pain. A little compassion goes a long way.  

Also I saw a really adorably cute and pink faced baby, wearing a matching pale rosy pink onesie and smiling. That’ll make your day every time.

I forget sometimes that living alone means there is almost never anyone around to keep an eye on Me, help Me out, nurture Me.  It means fewer inputs to the system overall and not as many positive, very few that I do not have to generate Myself. God knows work does nothing of the sort.  My boys fulfill that function sometimes but since boy t left, there’s a lot less of that and I have to ask for it quite definitely, with many times it not being possible for good reason.  This morning boy m provided the requested wakeup call to ensure I did not oversleep, and I could tell he had woken himself up to provide that service (God bless can-do military men).  It made Me feel good and loved and cared for, but it was not physical touch. 

Today we needed someone to be nice to us, to touch us in a more physical
way, and we found it in the form of an upgrade.  Princess is happy, I can feel her happiness is Me, she just needs someone to pay attention and care how she is. MasterMe still learning to do that, though I’ve made enough progress that a few days ago someone commented unprompted that I know how to care for Myself (because of the pink sheepskin cover on My car steering wheel that helps My painfully cold hands when I cannot find My gloves in cold weather).  That made Master feel good.

Really, first class is about the perfect environment for Me. Comfortable, minimal distractions that can be blocked with earplugs, someone to help and slightly pamper Me, time and space to think and read and reflect.

I’m feeling markedly better than I did an hour ago when I boarded, and after feeling like crap for a day already, that’s no small accomplishment. Maybe it’s the six sips of Bloody Mary talking, but mostly it’s the icepack and the feeling that the feeling of stress has lifted for a while.  I’m also pleased to be travelling dressed in some of the new clothes I’ve acquired this year, wearing the new look: leggings, a knee length linen duster coat in a fun color over a long sleeved nice Tshirt for warmth, fun earrings, fun scarf.  Princess feels pretty and FLOOFY, Master feels comfortable and put together in an age appropriate way.

I’ve been kicking around what to do for My big birthday next month and nothing has really seized My imagination.  Then a week ago I asked Princess point blank what she wanted for her birthday and of course, she had an immediate answer.


Princess wants a diamond ring, one little stone for each decade of her Big Birthday. Diamonds have come up before, a decade ago in the form of earrings, but back then  we were still paying the giant student loan and being done with it was still so far away MasterMe felt we would never get there. I’d forgotten about that. Now with a year of space since paying it off in a blaze of glory, it’s a conversation I can have.  I spent 27 years paying that loan, getting Myself out of indentured servitude. I can allow Myself to spend a few months-worth of student loan payments on something beautiful, esp. since the annual bonus at work arrives in April.  

Princess wants a ring so that when Master is working hard in the office, Proncess can look down at her hand and thrill to the shiny-sparkley.  She just loves shiny-sparkley. That seems like a fair trade.  Princess puts up with a lot from Master and this job.  Sure it might be better spent on improving the house. But there is something here.  I’m gonna be fifty FFS and no one has seen fit to put a diamond ring on My finger. I can do it for Myself now.

Master took princess to the mall to do research for the ring and it was nice for maybe the first time to walk around and feel like yes, I could buy this ring on My finger right now. I choose not to because of other reasons at this moment, I am just researching.  It was nice to notice that the feeling of “I shouldn’t” and “I can’t” and “I mustn’t” in response to everything I want in a mall has lifted.  It no longer feels like a choice between nice hand lotion and survival.

Cake or death.

Um... yeah.  Cake.  Definitely cake.

We are going to have our cake, and next month, we will eat it too.