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An Night in Fetish Land
Mistress and I ventured out to Paddles over the weekend–for our monthly agreed upon fet-night and some time together where we can both do something we enjoy. I have to admit, from the trepidation the first time Mistress and I went to Paddles to last night my perspective has changed–and I now look forward to going (wish it were less than a $25/pp cover but that is a different story).
The night @ Paddles started out strangely–and kind of kept that theme going straight through.
Mistress likes to get there early so she can camp out in her favorite spot, so we left her place and got to Paddles around 915–the problem was that doors open at 10. So, we had some time to kill. Generally in NYC not a huge problem except Mistress was wearing her Prada’s and really could not do much NYC walking. So, I went up 26th St. and got Mistress a nice salad from .Chipolte
Man does that smell. It was torture sitting in the car with Mistress eating that salad. So chipolte became the running joke for a safe word for the night. A quick word about safe words–I have never used a safe word, and I truly believe at this point with Mistress its not really needed. I think she is so attuned to our dynamic she would know just how far to push.
Inside, Mistress and I ran into a friend and we spent some time catching up. Then came some play. Mistress was feeling a bit punchy I guess–because with my hands shackled over my head, Mistress spent more time spanking and punching then she did flogging and whipping–this is not to say there was none of that. Special attention was paid to breast torture–which meant Mistress was in front of me most of the time–so we got some intimate time in.
For anyone watching, it must have seemed strange–Mistress and I enjoy play time, and tend to laugh and giggle a lot. Not what anyone who watches D/s porn would expect to see.
It was also a slave auction night or something like it in Paddles–I am sure the event is generally better than what was displayed Saturday night (at least I hope it is).
I guess each person or couple who came in got some Paddles money–and at some point Goddess Lana ran an auction. Subs (and some dom/mes) signed up. Mistress threatend to put me up for auction–but then a Domme I had an on-line aquaintance with that ended badly showed up and Mistress cancled that plan.
So, Mistress had our Paddles money and did her thing during the auction. When she won someone, she went to go pay–and was talked into putting herself up for auction–with our Paddles money in hand. Now everyone got $1.16M Paddles dollars on entry, and Mistress had just spent $8k on someone. So, I had no money in hand, and started bidding on Mistress-then came the $1.16M bid-what could I do, I was done.
So Mistress was bought by one sub, and had mercy bought two others–so they were on the floor in the back as I watched things unfold. One was a little lost (best description I can come up with) and Mistress ended up releasing him–just could not follow even the simplest of orders.
The other two seemed more experienced, and Mistress did some whipping and flogging.
The one thing Mistress didn’t get to do was show off her signature whip flick–so we camped out on a couch for a bit and waited for the main stage at Paddles to open–except there was a fem-sub up there, with her owner working her over pretty good–an hour or so later–Mistress and I had spent a lot of quality cuddle time on the couch instead.
Fet Night Part Deux
So last night Mistress and I kept up our mutual promise to keep the kink in our relationship alive by doing our second fet night. For those who need a little reminder, Mistress and I committed to setting time aside at least monthly to feed our fetish side–and be able to be straight up Mistress/slave (and less BF/GF) at least for a few hours.
And a fun night it was indeed.
I arrived at Mistress’ place around eight, and she was dressed for the part–easily I fell to my knees and worshipped Mistress’ ass as she stood before me in a tight black top, stockings and her Prada boots. After some quality worship time it was off to Paddles.
it was a TES night at Paddles last night–some kind of Mardi Gras party–I didn’t quite get the difference in the night other than Goddess Coko walking around handing out beads (which was incredibly nice and both Mistress and I have plenty.
We got there at the tail end of a TES (I think) spanking discussion group. Mistress and I sat down for the end of that. Not sure overall what to think of the event, but like most of the scene type events I have gone to it seemed OK. What Mistress will likely admit was a huge coupe for her for the night, after the session ended, someone (I think a switch) who was at the seminar came to Mistress and introduced herself as a regular reader of Mistress’ blog.
The night had lot of fits and starts…first Mistress and I did a very playful scene on the rack bed in Paddles. Mistress had my hands up over my head (stretched out my back nicely) and we did some tickling and some bastinado foot bondage. This was a first for me. During this, while some pain was inflicted, Mistress was very sensuous, and we laughed a lot.
Mistress would later make up for that–as I spent a solid 45 minutes over the whipping post. Mistress can really dish during these times–and I am determined to not just take what Mistress administers, but to do so with the thought that I cam pleasing my Mistress.
This was an interesting session as well–because by this time, along with the Mardis Gras crew there was an additional group of TES newbies in the place–so there was quite the crowd, and quite the crowd who had never seen a beating like Mistress can administer.
Have I ever mentioned Mistress is always one to play to a crowd?
So, as soon as there was a nice gathering, she unfurled her signature Catwoman whip throw to the ooohs and ahhs of the audience. Along the way there was a lot of questions and Mistress (as she is apt to do) spent time answering others on technique and product.
I ended up with a nice hot ass, some marks on my back, and Mistress says a little blood was spilled.
Perhaps one of the moments right after though was truly a cap on the night. A couple of members from the newbie group came up to chit-chat. Now I just spent 45 minutes over the whipping post, was a little dehydrated and was kind of coming out of my little sub-space. And the reality is some of the questions were pretty dumb. So I didn’t say anything.
One of the newbies asked if I was allowed to speak–I did manage not to say, “Yeah. Just don’t see the need to speak with you.” Just keeping it real yo.
Mistress and I spent some time at the Paddles bar area–commenting on some of the folks we saw and scenes that played out–and yes Mistress there are others who like to show off all the moves–
Then tired, in love and feeling good it was off to bed to hold my Mistress’ naked body against mine.
Loving fet nights, and loving my Mistress.
Back in the Saddle Again
Oh what a night.
And I am not really sure why I am making arcane song references other than I feel really good about the night Mistress and I had last night. I think it may have been what we both needed to “clear our heads” some of the issues and kind of go back to basics of our relationship.
As I mentioned yesterday (at my suggestion), Mistress and I began instituting a ‘fetish night” into our relationship. Its a chance to step out of GF/BF and just be Mistress and sub.
So, all through the day, Mistress would taunt me text messages to be ready. I was told to be on highest of protocol and arrive at Mistress’ house fully cleaned inside and out. This would mean I could expect some anal play. As I was heading to Mistress’ house she further taunted me by telling me she had some stuff in mind.
When I arrived, Mistress was stunning (she always is, but last night in particular), with her leather corset, leather panties, black sheer stockings and prada boots. I stopped the drool long enough to bow before her and present her the roses I bought for her and the hair spray she instructed me to arrive with.
After some greetings and boot worship, Mistress had me get a towel out and assume a doggie position to “remind me who the bitch is” in our relationship. This was a prolonged anal session that included my taking her cock in my ass, and stretching me out. One of the nice things about how Mistress and I can play is that its not necessarily what you would call straight forward. For some reason, I found it kind of funny that as Mistress would push her cock into me, I could not keep my balance. Deeper went the cock, and the further forward I would go.
I can tell you, my ass is still hurting on the inside from this.
After a clean up, it was off to Paddles. I was carrying Mistress’ bag of canes and floggers and a second bag. In that was my collar and leash, some sections of rope, a whip and Mistress’ still with tags on London Tanners collection.
I could only guess what was in store.
Upon arrival at Paddles Mistress staked out her favorite place–a throne in a corner of one of the side rooms. There we spent some time chatting, some cuddling as Mistress let me hold her in her corset and just bask in her presence. There was a small following of subbies around–Mistress kind of likes the attention, so its OK.
After a cup of coffee, it was time to get down to business.
Out came the London Tanners tools, down went my pants and over a spanking bench I went. Admittedly, I am not much of a public player-but this was for Mistress and for us so eagerly I awaited what was coming.
So, here is where I have to admit perhaps I finally found my way to sub-space (or at least my little version of it). I can’t really tell you what order the implements were used. I know the Rats Tail was in the middle and the Tawse (I think) was last.
The way the bench and the mirror was lined up, I really could not see what was coming at me. I could only see the crowd that had gathered. And in what was an incredibly weird event during all of this, one of the would be males who was asking Mistress to serve her was doing a play by play and color commentary.
I am not sure how long all of this went on-I think north of 20 minutes though, and I have the bruises outside my ass to prove it (combined with the fucking I got last night my ass really hurts). The full arsenal though was unloaded. And yes, the Rats Tail still hurts like a MoFo.
Mistress is great during this though-she has just the right read of my mood, and knows when I can use a little kiss, or a whisper of encouragement. One thing I can say, it was incredibly easy to concentrate on Mistress even with a swelling crowd and the chatter going on.
Then out came the whip. Now I know Mistress has been working on her catwoman throw, and with the audience, I was kind of expecting it–although not necessarily while I was on the spanking bench. But with her usual skill, the whip began kissing my skin. Again, I could not see immediately behind me but go abut :40 in on this, and you can see the throw–
Mistress says she did 4 of them–my back has the bruises to prove that.
Then out came the cane. Mistress likes to mark my ass, as a not so gentle reminder of who it belongs to, and a constant reminder to me of her presence in my life.
Again, as the lashes came I could here the gasps of some of the audience-they must have been hard. I know they hurt. Then came a newer touch-the rapid fire caning. Easily 15-20 lashes in rapid fire over a 30-45 second period, focused in a single spot. That drove me right into the mirror in front of me, but I kept my ass out for Mistress to manipulate.
After a quick drink and snack at the bar and a tour around Paddles we went back into the side room. There a Domme in training was working on a tranny slaves ass and a couple of other scenes were being played out. While Mistress was talking to a tranny Top friend of hers, I watched a not-so elegant flogging session and a Mistress kicking her subs balls.
The tranny Top and bottom were an interesting couple, as I like to say the nice thing about the scene is there is room for everyone.
I think things went well, because back at Mistress’ we easily fell naked into one-anothers arms for what was the perfect ending to a great night out.
Thank you Mistress for having me, for putting up with me and for loving me.
Out in the real world, from behind a keyboard
there are probably a thousand plus reasons why i should not write this blog in the least bit–however there is one good one that i will write it-i can.
among the things Mistress and i have been working on together is getting out more–into the scene, with scene people etc. for Mistress, its kind of a return for Her. She is a former pro-Domme and is somewhat well connected. She retired though and had been off circuit for awhile (certainly for the nearly a year we have been together).
i am a very private, quiet, reserved person by nature. i am not one you will find out and about. hell, i get nominate for national awards at work and i refuse to go to the award ceremony-even when they tell me i have won.
but we have managed to get out some over the last few weeks. i’ve met some interesting folks along the way-some who are “iconic” figures in the nyc scene. some who want to be iconic, and some who are just kind of testing the waters. nothing too unexpected there.
much of the chatter both on message boards and at these events is the perceived clamp down on D/s in NYC. i am not convinved there is a concerted effort by NYPD to take down houses of domination. i kind of think in most of these cases, police were responding to nuisance complaints by neighbors, and these places did themselves in-but that is a different blog.
what is interesting though–and i admit i don’t know any of these people all that well–is the vitrolic nature of the posts. yeah, there is safety in hiding behind a type-writer. but get out, D/s is about experience in real time. have that experience–then spew your venom.
