Baby if you give it to me, I'll give it to you, I know what you want.

[raybear]

When you get home at 5:30 pm and you make good use of your time (i.e. don't watch tv or be online the whole time), it's possible to actually have two evenings worth of activities. The majority of my evening was chill and involved cooking dinner, playing with the dog, making a mix CD for Next-Door Coworker, talking on the phone with several folks, watching five minutes of the Elizabeth Berkeley Lifetime movie which was disappointing (I wanted trashy, not social-problem-of-the-week!), and reading. D'vil tempted me with going to see a showing of X-Men 2, which I really do want to see, but since it was a late night show in Evanston and I'm trying to pinch pennies, partly in anticipation of my roadtrip which is rapidly approaching, I passed. Instead, I went and got flogged. It was nice.

This was actually my first official time being flogged, at least in a real way that lasted more than a few hits, was done with nice equipment and wielded by someone with skill. While I was a bit of a lightweight, I'm still proud how much I sustained with relative ease. Had I been better-rested and in a more prepared headspace (I'm a better bottom if I know well in advance I'm going to be bottoming, though with certain people I don't need that much preparation), I feel confident I could have taken more and pushed not only my pain limits but also my stamina limitations, which sometimes present as much of an obstacle for me. Plus, it wasn't really a full scene but more of a test-run for both of us. Besides, bedtime beckoned so I gladly answered the call.

Last night I had bdsm dreams because of this, but mostly it involved floating accoutrements and not actual activities. Like my dreams had lots of costumes and props, though I can't remember any actual plots or characters.

I have a mix brewing in my head that started a few days ago. I wish I could go home and make it now. Work is always cramping my artistic style.

Comments

[raybear.livejournal.com]

No worries -- I had plenty of other entertaining activities to keep me occupied, and it's not like I wasn't planning on multi-tasking during the movie, even if it had been trashy and fun. When I called, I meant to have dommeyourass mention to not waste your time watching the movie during the multiple times I'm sure Lifetime will rerun it. I half-watched the first five minutes, then put it on mute and left the room. I tuned in at the end before switching over to The Simpsons. I would almost recommend watching the last two minutes, where there's a lame scene where some student confronts the rapist's parents and gives them their money (a payoff?) back, then the movie ends and EB does a very special public service announcement where she informed me that sexual assault is bad and it's not my fault if it happens. Gee, thanks, I didn't know. I'm so over lame "raising awareness" tips in lieu of actually doing something. Esp. coming from Jessie Spano.