Big Night Out

Wow, it's been such a busy week that I'm still trying to catch up with everything that's happened. In my last blog I shared my first BDSM experience which was a pretty big event, but that wasn't all that I've been involved with in the last ten days.

As I'm sure many people who'll read this already know, there is a big TG event once a month at a club just outside of Milton Keynes known as Big Night Out (BNO). For anyone wanting to get out and get dressed this is probably one of the easiest ways to do it. The hotel over the road from the club becomes a variable tranny colony with t-gurl (and t-bois) from a diverse spectrum.

I've been very fortunate of late to get to know some really cool people of late online and one of them, a girl called Lucy, had invited me to join her and a few others to all meet up at one of the forthcoming BNOs.

I came down on the train and met up with Lucy, her girlfriend Angarad, and another t-gurl called Faith who I hadn't spoken to before. The night was nearly ruined when I opened my suitcase. I'd ended up packing three or four times as I initially over packed and tried to take only what I knew I'd need. However....somewhere in the middle of the repacking I took out the skirt I had intended to wear! Fortunately Angharad had a spare skirt but with me not having her shapely hips I had to keep the skirt on by using a belt. The only one I had was white and black checked which didn't go with the black and white outfit I'd been planning...panic! Fortunately, in all my over packing I'd still brought a pair of my black and white stripey Japanese knee socks so thankfully I was able to salvage the outfit just about!

After getting ready, (Lucy did an awesome job on my eyes and I never got around to getting her to teach me how to do it sadly) drinking a couple of bottles of wine, and taking several pictures we were ready to stumble across the road to the club.

I'd been out dressed twice before, once in Tokyo with someone I'd met online but didn't know too well, and once in Sheffield, when I'd got so annoyed at wanting to go out and not doing it that I took the plunge and went to a similar trans-night myself. Both were worthwhile experiences, but not knowing the people I was with very well made it a little nerve wracking. This time was different as I got to know the person I was going down to meet reasonably well in the preceding weeks and felt like I was going down to hang out with a friend rather then just as an excuse to get dressed up.

I think this way of thinking made a big difference, as really the whole point of dressing (at least from my perspective) is to be yourself and not play the part of someone else. So actually going down to have a night out with people who I had things in common and would have been friends with if we didn't have the trans thing in common was probably a good way to have it. I'd really enjoyed talking with Lucy in the weeks running up to the BNO and had let her do most of the hard work booking rooms and trying to organise other people who were interested in going.

We hung out in the bar, chatting amongst ourselves mainly, although there were a few people who each of use knew there as well so we got to say hi to a few different people. I didn't really do much mingling to be honest as I was just happy to get to know the people we were with, although I did get chatting to a cool photographer and get my piccie taken *beams happily*.

Around half past two/ three we were all getting a bit tired. That time of the night is usually my limit anyway so I was more then happy to head back to the hotel room, although I did have a pang of sadness as I cleaned my make up off in the bathroom. Ah well....they'll be other times....

Cuffs and Collars, Chains and Cains

The cuffs felt soft and strangely reassuring around my ankles and wrists. I tensed experimentally against the bonds, feeling the restrains constraining the separation between each cuff to a matter of inches.

Standing vulnerable in the corner of an unfamiliar room I had time to consider my thoughts and feelings. The strangest sensation I had to come to terms with was how right and comfortable I currently felt.

I had spoken to the couple, a Master and a slave who lived locally, for a couple of weeks on the Internet and had met the slave for a coffee in person previously before arranging a meet. They had been very genuine at all times before and after my arrival at the house, and had made sure I had a safe call in place for security. Even having this as a a safety net, it still surprised me that I was so happy to be bound, constrained and vulnerable to another without any sense of fear or worry. Had they done a good job in assuaging my fears by being so genuine, or was I a touch naive?

I had arrived that afternoon, the slave had greeted me at the door and we chatted over a glass of red wine as I got ready, slipping into what is still my only cute outfit. After putting on my make up we moved to her front room until a knock on the door signalled her Master's arrival.

She went to greet her Master at the door and I loitered in the front room till the door slid open. It was the first time that I had met the Master in flesh, although we had chatted extensively online, he came in to the front room now and we spoke for a few minutes. It was an odd position to be in, dressed up as I was, a table full of cuffs and chains between us, making small talk over a cup of tea.

After a five minutes or so the Master turned to a bag which he'd brought with him and pulled out a cute pink collar with white polka dots. My eye's widened as I saw the pretty leather object and positively purred inside as he slit it around my neck, a matching leash dangling down. He then slide the cuffs around my wrists and ankles and, after checking that I'd made my safe call, attached my hands behind my back with a carrabina through the cuffs.

Tugging on the leash He brought my to my feet and then led me around the table on the leash. I loved the feeling of being led around like a pretty pet, especially after the Master cuffed my ankles together restricting my movement to a hobble. The experience made me glow happily inside. After asking me to kneel the Master picked up a camera and kindly took some pictures of me, some of which you can see on my blog. I only wish I'd fixed my hair better!

He also took me through to the bedroom where on the wall was a rack of different floggers, whips and other implements to which the Master gave me a guided tour. The Master went trough several of the objects, demonstrating the finer nuances of each on my arm or other parts of my body. The one that I enjoyed the most was what he referred to as a pizza cutter (although I was told since that that was just his joke and its real name was a "wartenberg wheel") This he used on my back and chest, the tiny teeth biting my soft flesh was strangely exhilarating and I found my eye closing and my breath shallowing as I let the sensation was over me.

Shorty after that I was getting better acquainted with some of the other items. The Master had me bending over a chair, my head down and my backside pointed up in the air as a riding crop explored my intimate areas. Then with a crack the crop came down and hit me. Six times, three on each cheek. I'm still trying to work out how I felt about the experience, did I enjoy the pain, or was it more a sense of wanting to be pleasing and take the punishment that excited me.

Time was getting on, and after having me bend over her knee and pointing out the location of the painsubs "sweet spot" by use of spanking, it was time for me to leave :( . The Master undid the restraints, the thought of undoing them myself even with my hands free seemed strangely foreign, and the slid the collar off from around my neck. I felt a sense of sadness knowing that the experience -for now- was over. The Master kindly handed my the collar and said that I could keep it if I wish. I was so happy as I looked down at the pretty pink object in my hand, noticing a small name tag in the shape of a heart I turned it over and read my own name written there. I nearly cried.

Getting the Munchies

Well it's been over a week since my last entry so I thought I'd write a quick not to let you all know how things are going. Things are still on for going to the BNO on the 13th, I've had to tell my folks it's a "friend's birthday" and hopefully that'll avoid too many questions. I hate lying to my folks but I'm also not ready to tell them that I'm heading down to Milton Keynes to dress up in girl's clothes and hang out with a bunch of trannies. I'm still hoping that a job will come up and I'll be able to move out so that the next time I decide to go out in MK or Mancs I won't need to say anything.

The other news is that I've been talking to a very nice local D/s couple recently and this week met the slave half in person for a coffee. She's involved with the local Munch and it seems that getting involved with something like that is the best way to explore BDSM. For those who don't know what a Munch is, its basically a bunch of people with an interest in BDSM getting together for a drink essentially. So is deffinatly the safest way to meet up with genuine people which should be cool. Hopefully I'd be able to go down and meet up with the munch crew in the next week or so and start moving forward with exploring BDSM, so yay! :D

I'm still playing with the idea of doing some modeling as well. Am talking to a few tog's at the moment but unfortunatly the ones who I seem to get on the best with are the other end of the country while the photogrophers who I have the most oppertunity to meet up with don't seem quite as easy to talk with. It's deffinatly something I'll hopefully do at some point but like the rest of my exploration, it's best not to rush into these things. Anyone, until I do here are some kinky pics that somone photo shopped for me, hehe. Hope you like!