So I finally made it down to Choice. For those lacking enough curiosity to follow the link, Choice Nightclubs is a swingers club. They also have a dungeon in the club, and some nights, it's a BDSM oriented club (Paraphilia). I joined both at the same time.
So am I a swinger? A man whore? A slut? A polyamorist? A bastard? Sure.
Show me your source for value judgements on my life, and I'll show you my contempt for your obvious lack of insight into norms, ethics and the origins of our species and culture.
But I digress.
I went to the club with my dear J, and friends J and M. We were the only four in the dungeon space and we had a fair number of spectators. One of them commented on the scene and the bag I had brought. 'Wow, you guys were intense.", "Brought your full set of gear?!" No.... not a full set of gear. A small gym bag was what I brought. A favored flogger, a handful of ropes, a hood and some shiny things.
But it was enough. The spanking bench..... starting with the hand. Making that connection, feeling the warmth rising, seeing the fleshtones change. Then changing textures and ridgidity. Watching the breathing, the flexing of muscles, hearing the changes.
Several times that night, I looked in her eyes, and saw exhaustion. And she rallied each time. After the spanking bench, the wall. The chair. The floor. I know her limits, and I was skirting along them for a long evening.
I truly was impressed by her. I can only hope to be able to keep pushing her like that. It was a beautiful thing to see.
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To say that You are and were incredible that night seems pitifully inadequate. No one who hasn't experienced it firsthand could possibly appreciate the sheer beauty of surrendering to You.
And to hear You say that You are impressed... impressed by me... have You any idea what it means to hear those words from You?
You truly are everything I could never have imagined and all I could have ever wanted. Thank You...
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