I'm struck by how surreal today has been. This is, no doubt, part of the lasting after-effect of a play party last evening.
I will confess to being a little nervous and excited as the event approached. While Pet and I have played together for almost a year, this was our first play party. During his last visit we had discussed a possible game plan for the evening. Of course, nothing ever goes as planned. In this case; however, the results were far better than expected. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I sent a text message to Pet as I was close to arriving in the city to coordinate where we would meet. He had personal business that took him to a shopping mall so we agreed to meet in the food court. When I arrived, he was already seated nursing a coffee. Across the table sat a coffee and muffin for me. Such a simple act of courtesy and regard, yet utterly heartwarming as well. I think the evening started for me at that moment.
We chatted a while, had our coffee and ran another errand before leaving the mall and heading over to his place. By the conversation in the car, it was clear we were both pretty excited about the evening ahead. On our way we talked about a "safe phrase" (as opposed to a safe word) that either of us was free to use if for any reason the dynamic in our immediate area became uncomfortable. I wanted us to have one as this was an open play party and we would not likely have met everyone who would ultimately be in attendance. In a city as small as ours, there is always the chance of running into someone you know unexpectedly (i.e. someone who doesn't know your kink and you don't know theirs).
We were one of the first few to arrive and as luck should have it, we knew everyone there thus far. We changed out of our street clothes and into something more conducive for play. Pet shed his shirt for a chest harness, collar and leash. When we reappeared in the living room of the rental suite booked for the evening's event, he took his place on a sheepskin at my feet. I was so very proud to be there with him. It didn't take long before I was itching to play. The organizers of the event had set up several bedrooms for different types of play. We chose to head to the impact play space first.
I had packed a bag of some of our toys, so we had some old favorites with us: my leather belt, crop, clover clamps, and rope flogger; Pet's flogger, zipper and wooden spoon. We worked our way through each of these and I added in a little bare handed spanking, tickling, ball squeezing, ball busting and trampling. We hadn't been playing long when I felt Pet's energy shift and he started his flight. I found myself really getting into it as well. The thrill of being watched, even by just a few people, was a wonderful addition to the great interplay and chemistry we always enjoy. By the time we wound this first session down, we were both vibrating and cruising on endorphins.
We retreated to the social area and found our snacks. Pet resumed his place on the floor next to me and I fed us both some fruit. We agreed that strawberries and melon taste much better when consumed immediately following a session. Since we had left the common area, a number of other folks had arrived, so our focus shifted to all things social as we renewed some acquaintances and met a few new people.
A short while later, we decided to try another play area. Feeling buoyed by our first session, I was interested in pushing a little further. I knew Pet just needed a little nudge to help him get to where he wanted to go, so when I introduced the activity (which would involve him shedding more clothes), I also offered him a blind fold. He smiled, accepted and thanked me for it.
It was in the second session that I really started to fly. My awareness of others all but disappeared. I couldn't see past Pet and what was happening between us. Everything else sort of dissolved away. Each intake of breath, shiver, giggle and growl Pet made washed over and through me. Afterwards, I shed my boots and socks and chose to walk barefoot. I found myself driven to maintain almost constant skin contact with Pet. My personal space boundaries (the very few I have) melted away and my awareness of the energy of others increased.
Eventually I was invited to try several toys belonging to another Domme at the party. I opted for the electrical device as Pet is quite fond of this sort of play. I bound him face-up on the bed before removing his pants and attaching the two contacts. I had placed his sheep skin beneath him and a towel close by. Lastly I offered him a blindfold as the door would be open during the session.
This third session was the least active for me physically, but the most intense emotionally. I can't say how long it lasted as time had been blurring for a while. I have never seen Pet react quite this way before. Part way through, I removed his blindfold as I had to see his eyes. They were incredible - he was incredible! The look on his face was euphoric. He was on a very different path and took me with him: his bound hands straining to touch me, to have contact with me; the pronounced eye contact and the blissful surrender therein; words of gratitude spilling from his mouth; his body responding under my hands with each and every caress.
Afterwards we were both utterly spent. We snuggled close, our limbs wrapped around each other, whispering the few words each of us could still muster. We listened to the sounds of others in the room next to us. We chatted briefly with a couple of guests who stepped into the room. Eventually this turned into a cuddle pile with two other participants. It was wonderful!
A short while later and realizing I was played out (no pun intended), I found myself suddenly eager to watch what was happening with other participants. Still cruising high, I slipped into the impact play area to watch another Domme at work administering a vigorous beating to another party guest. Voyeurism while still on such a high myself was a wild experience, one I hope to repeat again.
When we finally retreated to Pet's place, we had revived to the point where conversation was now possible. It was only then that my high started to ebb. It had been a long day and exciting evening and fatigue was starting to set in. Despite that, I wasn't sleepy as my brain struggled to process all that it had been experiencing. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep at all until I had debriefed a little. Pet was still pretty wired so we embarked upon another round of aftercare, this time more focused on me than him.
We spoke softly and sometimes laughed. Eventually I began to drop and the tears flowed. Pet did what he always does when this happens. He checks in to make sure I'm really okay and once I've reassured him I'm fine, he holds me until I've spoken aloud what I need to and the wave passes over me.
Today, I'm still not fully back to earth. I'm home again but I've barely slept four hours in total since I left the party last night. It's as if I can't rest yet. My mind is still churning over all that I experienced and the resulting epiphanies. It's a lot to process and no doubt some of this will eventually find its way into other blog posts in the coming days. One thing I do know for sure is that I am thriving in my role as Pet's Keeper and slowly developing my own "style".
Play parties offer an amazing and very different theater for exploration of my chosen role. And I can hardly wait for the next opportunity.