December Munch/Service Switch? December 17, 2010

Still feeling a little hung over from the excretions of last night, but having had today off work and spending the entire morning curled up in my warm bed has made me start to feel a little better. I think I’ll update this blog while it’s still fresh as I have a terrible way of putting these things off and off. Not a good habit for an aspiring blogger!

Last night was the regular munch in my little town and as I’d taken the Friday off work I decided not only that would would go to Town House (a local venue that I’ll explain more about later) but I also decided that I might allow myself to get a little drunk too. Although, as I later realised I’d got a little drunk month and had forgotten about it. Wine will do that to me, and really, when they’re selling it for £5 a bottle how can you say no?

Perhaps the alcohol gave me the opportunity to play up a little bit and and made several comments that perhaps in a more sober frame of mind I would have kept to myself but I was happy for them to come out as I do like it when people have a bit of an idea about how slutty I can be. I’m almost nervous about admitting it on my blog but I guess it’s part of the process to accept these things within myself.

There were quite a lot of new people at the munch which was really cool. Normally I’m quite good at working my way around the table talking to new people, especially if there a similar age to myself, but I was a little reticent last night as one of my old school friends made his first apperence!

Fortunately I was expecting this familiar face as I’d seen him mention his interest on Fetlife, and had heard somewhere he was kinky previously, but I still spent most of the evening at the far side of the room trying to keep someones face or body between the two of us. At one point I was down his end of the room as some cake (for somone’s birthday) was passed out and he commented on my boots. I rattled off a quick thank you with a half turn before dashing down to the other end of the room!

Although it’s be the first cross over between my ‘other’ lives, I’m actually not overly concerned. I’m not going to stop going or try and similarly avoid him next time. In fact I’ve already dropped him a bit of an ice breaker on Fetlife to see if he can guess who I am. I think it was just a bit of a shock to jump out at someone and wasn’t sure how he would respond either. Still no answer from the Fetlife note but will see soon enough.

One of the other newbies was an American girl who was now living just around the corner from me. She’d been owned (and currently is owned) online but this was her first forey into the scene ‘IRL’. She was very cool and, as it turned out, was pretty much exactly the same size feet to me and damn close in dress size! In fact, I still have her boots as we did a swap and will have to return them next time we see each other.

I also lent her a skirt as after the munch we went across with a group to Town House International (or THI), a venue up the Wirral which is mostly a swingers club but has a weekly (or maybe monthly, not sure) fetish night. It was their Christmas party so the place was pretty full and it was a good chance to get some play.

I had managed to talk my new American friend into jumping in the deep end and although she was a little nervous she could tell that our little group were trust worthy and would look after her. We got chatting about roles and being submissive and I admitted that, while not Domme in anyway, I did like the idea of doing a bit of spanking knowing that the other person enjoyed the experience.

Without saying much more we soon found ourselves in one of the many upstairs rooms of the venue which had been converted into a play room with bed and St. Andrews cross. I had borrowed a small cricket bat (a toy really) and tried it out, my first time spanking anyone. I think I went a little too hard too soon and it was a learning experience of both of us. I wasn’t too sure if she was really enjoying the experience or if she was on edge. I made sure to check her regularly though and establishes a safe word which she used after about five minutes.

I felt a little bad, especially once I realised that I hadn’t warmed her up properly and had been going for pretty thumping smacks but she assured me I did ok and the main reason for wanting to stop was that the door had been open. As the venue is normally a swingers club many rooms have either windows or open doors and people will watch scenes going on. We’d picked up a couple of voyers which had possibly made her a little uncomfortable.

Any worries I had about having made her experience a bad one went before the end of the night however as we had another session later (this time with my bare hands) and I made sure to warm her up and to try and focus a little more on sensation place then actually causing pain. The fact that I was spanking her with my hand meant it was hurting me quite a bit too! After about 15 minutes or so I chose to end the session but it was clear that she enjoyed it and so I was very pleased. It was actually a very awesome session for my part too as she made some delightful little noises.

When we were talking later about how I felt completely sub but at the same time liked to give pleasure to others my friend said she’d head that kind of thing refereed to as a ‘service switch’ which I kind of liked. I think to call myself a Domme would be a little silly but a service switch I could live with.

I also got to have some play myself that night too, but on that one, sadly the door was closed and I don’t think I would wish to share that kind of thing publically just yet.

You can always try and mail me though.

Lulz FTW

Aimee

P.S Sorry that there are again no pics. I will try and take some for documentation next time but if you want pictures of me you’re always welcome to check out my Flickr (vanilla) page or my section on The Gentleman’s Relish (adult).

Christmas Meal December 12, 2010

A month or so back the people from the local munch mooted the idea of going for a Christmas meal in one of the restaurants of my little town. I think they had done something similar previously but I had decided to sit it out as, while I don’t mind being out in public in places removed from home, I wasn’t too sure about going out on my own doorstep and running the risk of being recognised. Previously I’d passed reasonably well although I had caught a few telling comments (normally after I had spoken) but the idea of being told in a close environment  was a very different preposition.

I allowed myself however to be talked into going and told myself that it was an important step that I needed to take especially if I was wanting to be comfortable enough as a girl where I could go out without fear, or at least without care, of people outing me. The last couple of munches had seen us change venues from the private (and freezing) upstairs room of one pub to another which was a little more open (and a little more warmer) so I guess I was getting more used to being seen out and about in my little town.

The fact that we were going with a large group was also reassuring in that if anything did go wrong there were at least a dozen intimidating Dom/mes who would make sure I was looked after. Six also went out and bought an outfit for me to wear which looked really pretty. I do try and buy my own clothes and event bought a lovely coat at Primark recently (Christmas is such a good time for buying ‘presents’!) but I do have a habit of buying things I wished suited me or that fit my alternative look then what would blend in with mainstream.

Six picked out a very cute top for me that was sexy while at the same time working well to cover the less wonderful aspects of my figure. These worked very well with a pair of leggings and my everything boots (the boots I wear with everything!)  and the top was long enough that it covered my bottom but not the tops of my legs which looked really sexy.

When we arrived at the restaurant the place was really busy with lots of other people having chosen to have their Christmas meals there. Our table was on the far side of a crowded bar and I was very shy about pushing my way past people at such close quarters but one of the guys kindly took me by the hand and led me through. I was able to find a corner at the bottom of the table a little out of the way which suited me well.

The meal itself was a bit of a rip off but it was enjoyable enough and as far as I’m aware I didn’t get told dispute having to push my way past many people at close quarters.  All my friends were very encouraging and I think I need to start believing them. Part of my problem is I always think that any time someone looks at me they’re telling me and so I imidiately look away and avoid eye contact so that this doesn’t happen. However, people always look at people, and then they look away and my evasiveness only draws attention to any perceived differences.

Anyway, the part was a definite step forward and I am certainly gaining confidence little be little. After the meal we went back to six’s for the afterparty. That, however, I think will have to wait for another blog.