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.
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.
Re: deja vu
Date: 2003-05-06 12:49 pm (UTC)Now, you went and turned my question into a question about what types of services you can provide. Since I don't mind switching to a Bottom every once in a while I would say a nice shower is what I was alluding to, or perhaps some other things that I'm not sure I want to reveal on my LJ. ( my roomates Ghostmonkey and RedRider are watching!)I'll have to start writing you specific journal entries, since this line of questioning makes my workday go OH SO MUCH FASTER. Faster.
(sigh) Q
p.s. I'm not always on my knees but I could be.
Re: deja vu
Date: 2003-05-06 02:41 pm (UTC)I'm a major switch -- I used to be a top who would every-once-in-a-blue-moon-with-that-special-someone be a bottom. Nowadays I'm really getting in touch with my bottom self, though I still often "top from the bottom", so even though I might be bent over, I'm still in control of the action. ;) Basically I'm a top who loves to play with bottoms but really likes to be with people who can out-top me. Let me tell you, it's rare.
I would never try to compete with
Drrrty thoughts make the day fly by!
Re: deja vu
Date: 2003-05-06 02:52 pm (UTC)Yeah, Dommeyourass has set me STRAIGHT on that topic.
I wonder if there is a way to become a better Bottom. Bottoms always get the slack of just lying there and enjoying themselves, when that doesn't need to be the case as you explained yourself so well.
Re: deja vu
Date: 2003-05-06 03:03 pm (UTC)You should read "The Bottoming Book", written by the same two women who also wrote "the Ethical Slut". they talk about different ways of being bottom (like being a 'busy bottom' who does lots of the work, versus being the abosolute receptor of the sexual activity). That book helped me start to be a better bottom AND a better top because I have higher standards for my bottoms. There's definitely a way of being a good or a bad bottom just like one can be a good top or a bad top. I don't like to play with bottoms who can't articulate what they want -- if they won't take the time to figure it out for themselves, I'm not going to waste my time trying to play Pet Psychic and figure it out. They can call me when they're ready to be topped!
Mmmm, cold tiles and hot shower.....oh, and did I mention that last night I got some nice ice cube treatment on my ass and back and other parts last night after the flogging? I'm weak in the knees again thinking about it, and I'm sitting down. I love cold sensations. Last week I made a joke about how I'm hot for people with poor circulation -- put those cold fingers on my neck (and other places) for warming....
Re: deja vu
Date: 2003-05-06 03:09 pm (UTC)I've experimented with ice cubes before and I've had a lot of fun with oral sex and ice. Though my first attempts with icy hot were a little misguided.
Thanks for keeping me awake all day long at work. I have to leave for dinner now. *smootch*