Lash II

Well I've finally managed to get a pick up after all these weeks of promising. Ok, admittedly it's not the best pic, it’s a little small and my eyes are closed (not that you could really tell from the size of the file) but at least it is a picture all the same.

The picture was taken at Lash, a fetish night that happens in Manchester once a month and which I have blogged about once before previously. A larger version can be seen on Lash's website http://www.clublash.com/imgs/photos/2010/June/slides/DSC07202.html.

I wasn't sure if I was going until quite late. My friend six, who I know from the Chester munch, asked me if I was going and as I had nothing planned and she (it turned out) had two free tickets I thought that I might as well go.

I was busy during the day so we didn't get into Manchester until the early evening. We checked into our hotel, the place where I'll be staying for Sparkle, and I went upstairs to get changed before going out that evening. I had been a bit rushed in getting packed and so I just had a very basic outfit, a short red checked skirt which I wore with my red corset, shug and the boots I'd recently bought from BBB. It's an outfit I've worn a lot before and I defiantly know I need to get some new clothes.

After a drink or two in the bar we went across to the club which is only around the corner. We had met a couple in the hotel bar and there were another couple in the club who we knew, but for the most part I didn't know anyone in the club. A club night is quite different to a private party like some of the ones I have been to at the barn. The music is good and there is always at least a couple of people on the dance floor but it's always a little bit more difficult to strike up a conversation.

After a couple of hours (and a couple of drinks) I ended up talking to a tgirl called Si. At least I think she was a t-girl but it was a little difficult to tell. Si had a wonderful figure, a really cute skirt and some killer heels. But at the same time s/he wasn't wearing any make up that I could notice and had no bra or padding to give the impression of breasts. You get a whole range of people dressing, some want to be seen a blokes in skirts and others hope to be seen a girls. Si was somewhere in between so I wasn't sure how to refer to her.

Si mentioned that she was into shibari so I was quick as always to leap at any opportunity to get tied up. Lash has a play room which was empty for the most part of the night so we went through and played with an A-Frame. Si gave me a top tie, a loop of rope that bound the breasts nice and tight. After that though things get a little blurry and I'm not sure how many glasses of wine I had. I know that we did some CP too because my bottom is still aching a little bit and i think it was with some kind of cane or crop. It felt nice at the time whatever it was.

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.

The Rest of the Story

Ok, so I felt a bit of a tease the other day by starting to tell you all about my visit to see Rachel. But I did feel that the blog was getting a bit long and I like to keep these posts short and pithy so as not to bore you all to death. So where did I get up to...

I'd managed to navigate myself past the hazardous school kids, slipped on my wig and found my way to Rachel's door. To be honest I hadn't given too much thought to this moment over the last 24 hours. I think part of the reason I suggested meeting up with such short notice is that I knew if we planned to meet the next week or later that we both might have second thoughts or something else might have come up. This way I had no chance to back out as I knocked on the door.

I'd spoken to Rachel on the phone and seen her on web cam before we met and both helped to make me feel reassured. When she opened the door I knew I'd made the right choice to meet. Rachel was older then me but she had a very sexy and classy look and defiantly knew how to put an outfit together. She invited me in, and being a good English host, offered me a cup of tea.

We sat in her front room and chatted for a while. I was still in my andro outfit -boi jean and jacket with a girl tee and bra on under- and so soon switched to my new dress. It was the first chance I'd gotten to wear it properly. I've put a picture up so that you can see. It's a very pretty classy dress i think although a little figure hugging. That's fine of course if you have a nice figure but mine needs a little bit of work.

I did feel a little over dressed and so I changed into something a little more natural, my girl tee with a blue denim skirt. I looked similar to how I looked in this picture. Unfortunately I didn't have room to take my camera in my bag and I felt it would have been a little rude to have asked Rachel to take some pictures of me, so all pics here were taken after the event.

Before we met I had told Rachel a bit about my sub side and she had admitted to having a Domme side. So after chatting for a little while she suggested that maybe we could play for a little bit. My heart nearly skipped a beat as although I have long dreamed of participating in some D/s play I had never had the opportunity to try anything in real life.

Rachel took me through to her back room and instructed me to kneel down facing the corner. This I did while she disappeared out of the room. The sensation of kneeling felt good to me and I enjoyed holding a submissive position with my hands on the back of my head. After a few minutes Rachel returned, but now with her legs clad in a pair of black knee high boots.

Before we began Rachel had asked what kind of fantasies I had and I had confessed having a puppy girl fantasy. It was in this direction that she now guided me. She forbade me from making eye contact and instructed me to speak only when permitted. These restrictions made me feel even more submissive and at her whim. Not being able to look up at someone but to stare at a fixed spot on the floor made me feel very isolated and on the edge.

Miss Rachel, as I began to think of her, instructed me how to kneeling pleasingly with my hands forward like a puppy and had me crawl across the floor. She instructed me to come to heel and punished me if I was not quick enough or pleasing enough. She spanked me as punishment and although I'd never really thought of being spanked as being a turn on I really enjoyed it as i felt i was being disciplined and trained to be more pleasing and obedient.

She also had me kiss and lick her boots...I feel a bit shy about going into detail here but the whole point of this blog is to talk about my exploration of my femininity and submission so it would be unfair not to go into details. At the same time though I don't want to descend into anything too smutty...just yet...

I leaned down to kiss the toes of her boots and found at once that my hair fell down in the way. Miss Rachel told me to lick her boots and so I did, forced as I was to hold my hair back as I busied myself. I thought I might have felt shame or something doing this but I just felt so happy to obey and I wanted to please Miss Rachel. She instructed me to lick higher and clean all of the boot. The leather felt good under my tongue. Miss Rachel told me that she wanted to feel my tongue through the leather and so I licked harder, forcing my tongue against the leather as I licked up and down.

We finished shortly after that and returned to the front room. Miss Rachel told me just to call her Rachel again and we were back to how things had been before. We talked a little while longer and then I had to leave. I was sad to go and wish we had had longer to play. All in all it was only about 20 mins, but when your a subbie you can't really ask to go on longer then the Domme wishes. I for one loved the experience of D/s play and can't wait to do it again in the future. I hope Miss Rachel enjoyed it also and that we can meet up again soon. Even if it's just for another chat I'll be happy. It felt right to be myself and talk naturally without hiding my "dark secret".