The Gallerina Domain 2 is recognized nationally for their BDSM education efforts. One of those is a FREE monthly presentation on a topic. Speakers are brought in from all over the country to present. I first learned about these presentations in December, and Beloved and I attended 12/8 (sensual spanking by Dan & dawn ) and 1/12 (accepting service by Sarah Sloane ). Both were excellent presentations and resulting in a lot of talk between us, not to mention a night out without Boy. After the January event, Beloved mentioned that he would like to see the club in action...during the Socials, there are tours, but no play.
Trying to be a good slave, I contacted a member we'd met and asked if he'd be willing to sponsor us for the evening after the presentation. He agreed, and so Beloved and I made arrangements to play 2/9.
We dropped off Boy with my parents for an overnight...a huge scary move since it was the first time he'd EVER spent the night away from me...and went directly to the GD2. There, I changed into a black tank top, a silver vest, black skirt, my silver collar with the lock, and my bell-anklets. After changing, I curled up at Beloved feet for a while in the social lounge, fetched him water and tea, basically waited on him...we waited until the evening's presentation began, and sat and listened to that for about 90 minutes...it was a disappointment...neither of us got much insight out of it.
Afterwards, non-members were shooed out, and things were VERY quiet. Beloved and I decided to step out for a bit. There are a number of toy shops in the area, and since we are looking at acquiring a new car for me, I get to go hunting for new bumper stickers! This meant I had to change again (it is TOOO cold to go out without proper clothes on). We putzed until about
Things were still quiet, but there was a woman in a see-through pink negligee and a blindfold...the note taped on her said she'd been caught masturbating by her Master and was to be punished that night....first she had to hand out V-day candy, and would you please enjoy some sweets? She was the only one in a scene just yet, although something else was being set up. Beloved and I returned to the couch in the social lounge, I at his feet.
Not much after our arrival, the gal was relieved of her clothes and put into a leather harness and knelt for a while at her Master's feet across from us. I felt VERY shy...she was small and tan, and rather perfect compared to my own self-image. To make matters worse, Beloved inquired about her tattoos, and she was obliged to show them off...
I was nervous and kept my eyes down, mostly, glancing up once in a while...Before coming in, Beloved and I had discussed boundaries and limits, and I'd agreed to be undressed, should it be his pleasure. Now, however, I was rather hoping Beloved wouldn't ask me to strip. Beloved must have noticed my discomfort because he asked what I was thinking. I told him honestly, and was chastised for my thoughts. He said he finds me very beautiful, and I shouldn't forget it!
Maybe to reinforce the fact that he was Master, Beloved ordered me to fetch my leash. When the girl's punishment began, Beloved led me to the room and put me in the "bird cage"...imagine a human sized bird cage thing....and instructed me to WATCH. Being shy, that was kind of hard. Her Master cuffed her wrists and then hooked them to a wire suspension so that her arms were held above her head, but her feet were still firmly on the ground. He spoke to her softly for a bit, and laid out his toys...a leather crop, a leather flogger, and a bamboo cane. He started with the crop, telling her to count backwards from 100...I was wincing in empathy towards the end of them. I didn't know what else was going to happen, but at that point Beloved took me to the other room...
He had ordered some food for me, and left me to chat with the bar-gal for a bit...When I was finished, Beloved led me to the other scene that was playing out....a male sub...older, I'd guess early 50s?...and a young Domme. She'd brought in someone who specialized in fire-play, and was teaching her. That was pretty interesting...Beloved might some day like to explore that...but more as a trust thing rather than a sex thing. He didn't find it erotic as much as interesting.
We returned to the punishment scene, and the final 5 canings were being administered. She was welted and crying beneath the blindfold, but also obviously wet...*blush* I did notice that....
As soon as it was done, her Master lowered her, kissed her, wrapped her in a blanket, and carried her away to "come down"...that's the term that was used. Beloved asked about my thoughts on the scene...I wasn't sure how to answer. The welts, the pain, the tears were scary, but...I found it....I don't know. It was obvious her Master loved her a great deal and she was excited by the experience... Later, Beloved and I were in the lounge, and the couple re-appeared, she fully dressed and smiling...not at all a forced smile...but a true smile. She said that they don't usually come to the club, but sometimes she needs a very forceful reminder about who is her Master. There is...something...there for me... I can't put a name or word to it, but I think I get it.
They left, and Beloved and I returned to the fireplay demos...Beloved had me seated at his feet, and he began to rub out my shoulders... Now, I have to explain that I am something of a backrub slut. I adore backrubs and neckrubs! Hard and deep...the kind that most people cry out in pain. It's one area that I am clearly a masochist, and I'm not afraid or embarrassed by it!
Well, Beloved was doing just that. I was so tense and it felt so good....I was trying really hard to be quiet, but I kept gasping and moaning....
Beloved stood up and told me to follow him...we went to the semi-private room...one that people don't usually enter when a scene is going on, but they can stand in the doorway and look...
No one was there at the time, but Beloved instructed me to undress, offer my ankles and wrists, and he cuffed me. Then he told me to kneel on the spanking bench and he restrained me in the position. He'd asked that I bring a number of things, so I didn't know exactly what to expect. Part of me was excited and thrilled that we were going to PLAY...that it wasn't just a night of observation...
Very gently, he began to rub and caress my ass....and then told me to begin to count. And the spanking began.
At first, I was almost laughing...embarrassed, it was fun...but Beloved continued, and he got heavier with his hand...always moving so the hits were in different spots.
At 20, I was beginning to feel the sting, and at 30, I came very close to begging him to stop...
At 40, he selected one of the bamboo spoons....the flat side hurt and made me yelp, but the cupped side didn't hurt hardly at all, but made a terrific WHAP! I guess Beloved decided he wanted an audience at that point, because he did 10 of the loud WHAP!s I was stinging and only vaguely aware that some one(s) were peaking in, but my eyes were tight shut, hoping to make it to the end...
At 50, Beloved stopped for a moment, and danced a large silk tassel over my reddened skin...While it didn't hurt, I was shocked at how sensitive my skin was! He also lit the body candle that we'd brought, and returned, caressing my back, whispering that I was doing such a good job...that he was so proud of me.
I thought it was over...but he straightened up, and SMACK on my sore butt! I yelped, and he stood there...
"Count?" he asked sternly. In shock, I stuttered out "51" and he continued.
By 60, I was in tears...and Beloved stopped, rubbed my back, caressing me..."Good girl, let it out...let it go...."
He let me cry but when I started to master my tears, he began again...soon I was sobbing, oblivious to anything but the count, Beloved's hand, and the fire of my backside.
By 80, I was....I don't know...maybe the endorphins were kicking in...maybe I tasted sub-space. I don't know. I had regained my composure (as much as is possible when you are mostly naked and tied to a spanking bench). At 90, Beloved whispered that the last ten were going to be the hardest to bear, but I hardly felt them...I was feeling very dazed.
At 100, Beloved stopped and kissed my back...he picked up the candle and gave me a wonderful gift and poured the warm oil over me, rubbing it in...it felt wonderful, especially on the tender skin of my ass and thighs.
Then he released me...I knelt there for a minute, trying to get my bearings...Then got up, and helped Beloved by wiping down the bench while he put the toys away.
He told me to go get my cloak (we hadn't thought of a blanket, but my cloak worked fine) and meet him in the Catacombs...another respected "quiet" room.
We cuddled and he asked how I was... My butt was stinging, but...well, *soft sigh* I felt quiet inside...content. I didn't really want to talk much... The gal from the bar popped her head in and asked if we needed anything...water or cookies. At her mention of cookies, I guess I reacted, because Beloved laughed and asked if I wanted something sweet.
(Since then, I've learned that you burn a lot of energy during a scene and after you begin to come down, it helps to have something. The only thing you have to watch is if your sub has a diabetic condition, because the action has a stronger action sometimes than insulin. Makes sense, but all I knew was that grocery butter cream frosting had never tasted so good!)
I still didn’t feel much like talking, and it was nearing
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