Well my hopes to bring my blog up to date in one quick stroke didn't seem to work so I'd better make as least one more (if not two more) posts before even more exciting things happen!
So after attending a big t-gurl event in February and the local Munch the week after I decided I wanted to go to BDSM event and see if I could explore things further. I'd heard a few people mention Club Lash, a fetish event that takes place once a month in Manchester.
I asked around if anyone for the local munch were thinking of going, a couple were and six very kindly offered to make a weekend of it and share a room with me. So on the Friday we hopped on a train and spent the afternoon doing one of my favorite things....shopping!
The theme for the even was Carnival and six decided that we were to have themed outfits. She would wear a black and purple ensamble and I would go for one in pink and black, which of course, matched perfectly with my collar :)
A number of hours later and beset by sore feet we made it made it back to our hotel room and have the luxury of a little over an hour to get ready before we met some others at a bar -supposedly- nearby.
Well here is my outfit more or less. I normally have to take a dozen photos before I get a good one and unfortunately we didn't have time to take that many. But at least you see that I'm not always the svelte seductress that I sometimes appear in my immaculately staged pictures.
Before going to the club we had to meet a few friends, and so, for the first time I ventured out dressed in public. Thankfully it was dark and considering the side of Manchester we were on no one seemed to look to closely at me. Anyway, I was more than happy to walk down the road although given my lack of heel-walking experience I wish the bar had been closer. Not to mention somewhat nicer....but anyway, this isn't a bar review and the important thing is that we made it to the club.
I always find it helps to not allow your expectations to get too carried away, and although the place was really nice and I had a great time it wasn't the nocturnal debauch fest that I might have been forgiven for expecting. There was a small bar area, a decent sized dance floor, a couple of corridors, and then of course the dungeon. All together it was more than enough to keep me entertained. *grins*
I also a knew a few other people who were going there, so I felt I knew enough people there that I wasn't standing in a corner by myself. Not that that would have ever happened with six with me of course. I was still quite shy though and so didn't really approach anyone that I didn't already know. Something to work on next time perhaps. One of the people who I knew there was Rachel who, if you've read some of my previous blogs you will know, I had played a bit with previously...more on that later though...
After having a few double voddies and coke my confidence appeared to creep up a little and when someone observed that it was a pity my collar did not have a leash I promptly pulled one out of my purse which I had been saving for such an occasion...
The next hour or two seemed to get a little blurred. With different people holding my leash I felt myself grow increasingly submissive and suggestible. I say it was down to the leash but perhaps the voddies and coke helped also. Then somehow I ended up being flogged for, what I'm told, was around an hour.
I remember little of it save someone taking me by my leash and leading me to a wall, sticking my ass out and moving it to the music. There was the repetitive feeling of a flogger hitting me although I don't think I was ever in any real pain, and the occasional intercession by six as she checked if I was alright.
I hope that Rachel enjoyed herself as much as I did. Everything seemed to evaporate into a blissful state that six calls "sub space". Apparently its quite a common experience for submissive's and certainly seems to be one of the perks of the position. The only worrying thing perhaps is that while I was in that state I think I would have allowed anyone to do almost anything to me. Very strange but not the less enjoyable.
So after attending a big t-gurl event in February and the local Munch the week after I decided I wanted to go to BDSM event and see if I could explore things further. I'd heard a few people mention Club Lash, a fetish event that takes place once a month in Manchester.
I asked around if anyone for the local munch were thinking of going, a couple were and six very kindly offered to make a weekend of it and share a room with me. So on the Friday we hopped on a train and spent the afternoon doing one of my favorite things....shopping!
The theme for the even was Carnival and six decided that we were to have themed outfits. She would wear a black and purple ensamble and I would go for one in pink and black, which of course, matched perfectly with my collar :)
A number of hours later and beset by sore feet we made it made it back to our hotel room and have the luxury of a little over an hour to get ready before we met some others at a bar -supposedly- nearby.
Well here is my outfit more or less. I normally have to take a dozen photos before I get a good one and unfortunately we didn't have time to take that many. But at least you see that I'm not always the svelte seductress that I sometimes appear in my immaculately staged pictures.
Before going to the club we had to meet a few friends, and so, for the first time I ventured out dressed in public. Thankfully it was dark and considering the side of Manchester we were on no one seemed to look to closely at me. Anyway, I was more than happy to walk down the road although given my lack of heel-walking experience I wish the bar had been closer. Not to mention somewhat nicer....but anyway, this isn't a bar review and the important thing is that we made it to the club.
I always find it helps to not allow your expectations to get too carried away, and although the place was really nice and I had a great time it wasn't the nocturnal debauch fest that I might have been forgiven for expecting. There was a small bar area, a decent sized dance floor, a couple of corridors, and then of course the dungeon. All together it was more than enough to keep me entertained. *grins*
I also a knew a few other people who were going there, so I felt I knew enough people there that I wasn't standing in a corner by myself. Not that that would have ever happened with six with me of course. I was still quite shy though and so didn't really approach anyone that I didn't already know. Something to work on next time perhaps. One of the people who I knew there was Rachel who, if you've read some of my previous blogs you will know, I had played a bit with previously...more on that later though...
After having a few double voddies and coke my confidence appeared to creep up a little and when someone observed that it was a pity my collar did not have a leash I promptly pulled one out of my purse which I had been saving for such an occasion...
The next hour or two seemed to get a little blurred. With different people holding my leash I felt myself grow increasingly submissive and suggestible. I say it was down to the leash but perhaps the voddies and coke helped also. Then somehow I ended up being flogged for, what I'm told, was around an hour.
I remember little of it save someone taking me by my leash and leading me to a wall, sticking my ass out and moving it to the music. There was the repetitive feeling of a flogger hitting me although I don't think I was ever in any real pain, and the occasional intercession by six as she checked if I was alright.
I hope that Rachel enjoyed herself as much as I did. Everything seemed to evaporate into a blissful state that six calls "sub space". Apparently its quite a common experience for submissive's and certainly seems to be one of the perks of the position. The only worrying thing perhaps is that while I was in that state I think I would have allowed anyone to do almost anything to me. Very strange but not the less enjoyable.
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