Saturday, November 27, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Beth and I met via my blog. She’d left some sassy comments, then, out of the blue, emailed me to say sorry for being a bit too sassy. I said no worries. I’m not one to take things like that seriously, to say the least. Because we both are on gmail, suddenly I could “see” her on my IM. So I IM’d her.
Eventually, we met up at Shadow Lane in Vegas in September (in my blog entry I refer to her as "B"). She said she’d be easy to spot, she would be the only Asian girl there. I corrected her. I told her Carolyn was Asian and she would be there, too. We were to spot one another at the vendor event Friday night, but I never saw her. Plus, I was pacing for my takedown scene with Lizzie, so I was a bit distracted. Eventually, we got to play at SL. Beth was nervous then, too. I don’t think I realized it at the time, but it was the first time she’d played in five years. She didn’t quite say it this way, but I think she wasn’t confident it would be like riding a bicycle.
After Vegas we chatted a few times online and came to the conclusion we both would like to play again—and Beth was interested in exploring more than just OTK. She was curious to experiment with other implements, experiencing things beyond the bottom and discovering new things like sensation play. She was coming to L.A. and we agreed to meet at the Lair.
Saturday night came quickly and Beth was running behind schedule, which I told her was going to earn her some trouble. I’d been keeping a tally of her “infractions” since Vegas and with running late she’d accumulated 17. Which she vehemently argued. Finally I got a text: “I’m here.” I walked across the street to escort her in. First of all, the neighborhood around the dungeon is a bit sketch, but also because she’d never been to a dungeon I wanted to make her feel as comfortable as possible, under the circumstances.
I gave her a tour of the place, showing her each of the rooms so she could get a feel for each space to see which one she might want to play in. Still nervous, I sat her down in the main room. It was early and there was only one real scene going on, which she tuned out as I calmed her nerves and talked quietly.
The night wound on. It was time to play. We walked into the next room and I hugged her, telling her it was going to be fine—I would never do anything she didn’t like and we would be in constant contact throughout. We walked around the place again, settling on the room off the kitchen, the same room I always played with Erica. Beth liked it because it was somewhat quiet without a lot of traffic. A scene or two were going on in there, but we found a padded table to play on. I set up my implements and showed them to Beth. “Those are for me?” she asked, alarm in her voice. “Yes,” I said. “And I’ll use them all.”
Soon, Beth was across my lap and I was spanking her bottom, switching for a thin leather paddle and a thuddy glove. I could sense her relaxing and beginning to get into it. I ramped it up a bit and we continued, a few spectators coming in to watch as other scenes ebbed and flowed around us.
I stood her up and had her put her elbows on the table and got out my dragon’s tongue, which cracked like a signal tail over and over on her bottom. The sound was terrifying and the sting was surprising to her. I moved to a cane, a crop and moved off her bottom and onto her legs, back and shoulders.
To be honest, I was nervous before the scene. I hadn’t played at the Lair since Erica and I last played back in April. I hadn’t played with Beth before and I didn’t know what to expect. This was an experiment. What if she didn’t like something I used? What if her tolerance was low? What if I accidently hurt her—for real? But once we were into it, all that melted away and the scene was my total focus.
Eventually, I laid her down on the table, my fur blanket there for her to relax on. I caned her further, all over, then moved to sensation play. My finger claws really took her over the edge, as did the vampire gloves and my strangely unique “bottle brush” Wartenberg wheel combo. She liked it all. She screamed, moaned, whimpered. It was delicious.
I was able to really wallop on her with her urging via sassy comments using a few particular implements, most notably a leather strap, a leather strip and my antique razor strop.
I sensed she was nearing her max, and so I really ramped up to a few final implements—a wood paddle and my customary scene-ender, my thick leather paddle that looks like it was cut from a hunk of plywood. Beth was panting, absorbing the pain. I took pauses to let her take it in, comforting her and whispering words of comfort.
Finally, it was time to deliver her 17 swats. It took a long time. Each blow yielded near-screams and she would put her hands back on her bottom to rub the spot. I’d yank her hands away, scold her, and continue. We finally reached 17 and we were done.
I held her as she came back. “I lost track of time and everyone around me but you, Craig,” she said. “What was that?” I smiled at her. “I think you’re first time in subspace, Beth.” We marveled at the scene. I was impressed at her willingness to test herself and explore new sensations. I had cropped and caned her arms, shoulders, back, legs and it went fine. She was pleased she was able to try things without shutting down or stopping and that I’d pushed her to go beyond her usual comfort zone, pain-wise. “I never stopped trusting you,” she said later in a text as we reconnected Sunday to check in and see how she was doing. That was very rewarding to hear.
Beth: thanks for that trust. I’ll play with you again anytime and I look forward to trying new things that we can explore together.