So I went to my first BDSM party...
The wife and I have been checking out this local kink group.
Basically my wife wants me to domme her so we are exploring that avenue. I'm like, ok, I'm cool with kink. Whatever works for you.
I'm pretty vanilla. Standard horn-dog, red blooded male. But if you want to be flogged I can go that rout.
Anyway, these people are crazy.
Actually they are much less slimey than I presupposed. I assumed it would be filled with a lot of creepers and people of objectional morality.
It's not like that at all. They're all pretty calm and mature, relaxed.
So we went to this party, halloween type, on Saturday, and this guy's house is like a castle from the outside. On the inside it's like something from Silence of the Lambs.
There's chains everywhere, the walls consist of boards. I mean freaking boards, unpainted, unvarnished boards.
There's a cross in one room (not like the cross you think, basically two heavy, polished boards in an X shape with a base and chains. In other rooms there's a metal table like a surgical room, another room where there is a massage table and some "Master Fire Play" guy lighting people up. Like burning liquids on their skin even though no apparent damage seems to happen, people getting flogged, welts everywhere, people laid out (a minority), recovering from getting flogged, etc.
Just like, holy crap, what the heck is going on.
In the middle of this is my wife and myself. Dressed up in costume, a person right over there shackled to the cross, getting whipped, and this very prim and proper, wholesome looking young lady, dressed up like a girl from the 50's just hanging out and speaking so sweetly to us about very normal topics.
But then occasionally she starts speaking about things and using words that you don't say in polite company. But she says it just as innocently as the polite things.
I'm going insane, none of this makes sense compared to anything I've experienced before.
And this couple comes in, one is a dude who is dressed up like catwoman. Eww, ok. Good costume, you disturb me. Wearing your lipstick and high heels.
But his chik, wow was she amazing. She's dressed up like a female Joker of batman fame. Top hat, face painted white, deep, dark, blood red lips, a green and black corset with thick vertical stripes, pink and black hose with horizontal strips, a frilly short skirt, and a huge smile.
She just pranced around everywhere and we were all gushing over her. I could have stared at her all night long.
Meanwhile girl number 4 is getting flogged by the host. This 6'8" dude, completely bald, probably about 300 lbs, late 40's, wearing military style pants.
Really nice guy. Really laid back. Flogging the crap out of yet another chik.
Another dude walking around with a shirt that says, "Ow is not a safe word."
It was a trip.
"I am an atheist, thank God." -Oriana Fallaci