Pictorial Indulgence November 16, 2010

I’ve written previously about Club Indulgence, the bi-monthly fet-night that takes place in my little town. Normally we don’t allow photos as encouraging pic taking at this kind of event can lead to a world of pain, but we needed some shots for the website (that I’m mean to be working on…) so we got to have a little bit of fun!

In this first picture I’m demonstrating our groovy St. Andrews cross, a piece of apparatus that I think I road tested twice during the course of the evening (well you never know if it might stop working after a couple of hours!). The first time I got cained by Mac, a sadistic bugger if ever I’ve met one, who also kindly took the pictures – so I’d best watch what I say! I must admit I’m a bit of a wimp when it comes to caning and was yelping and rubbing my ass after only a couple of strokes.

People started to arrive after a little while but I still had half a chance to try out the dog cage which stood in the corner. I do like a little bit of quiet time! I still need to get some proper kitty ears though and maybe a tail. Anyone want to buy me prezzies for Kittymas?

The social butterfly that I am, I spent most of the night chatting to various groups of people. We had a good turn out although unfortunately many regulars were not able to make it. It was a good chance to get to know some other people better though and to chat to a few new people which is always fun.

We always have a House Dom/me at these events, a Master or Mistress who will pick up strays and make sure that everyone who wants to play gets a turn of the gear. A house subbie is less usual but I think that is quickly what I’m becoming at Indulgence due to my inability to say ‘no’ whenever anyone asks to hit me. In order to get the ball rolling due to the lack of an auction or raffle Christina our House Domme took me to one of the benches and proceed to give me a good working over with a flogger.

I do enjoy flogging. It’s certainly one of the easiest ways to send me into subspace and I obediently took it. One of my less wonderful attributes is that  I never ask anyone to stop when they’re hitting me. I have a masochistic tendency that means I’ll take whats being met out to me even if I can’t really take it. There have been few times I have tried to end a session and I have never to this day used a safe word. This is not because I’m hardcore or even because I love pain (which I don’t) but some deep masochism I guess. On this score though Christiana was wonderful, checking several times if I was ok and subtly asking if I wanted to you the safe word (which of course I didn’t).

After we were finished I dithered in sub-space for a few minutes before joining in the conversations in the club and even had another chance to get flogged on the St. Andrews. Much fun!

 

Can You Be Fooled? Test Your Power Of Deduction: Man Or Woman? October 16, 2010

I recently came across a link to an article called

Can You Be Fooled? Test Your Power Of Deduction: Man Or Woman?

I decided to take a look as I thought it would be interesting to see if they had some convincing girly boys who had got the power of female illusion down to a t.

I was a little disappointed then to discover that the article showed 14 pictures of attractive women, all (bar one) flaunting the breasts and looking down right gorgeous. At the end the article revealed that only four were “not Trannys”.

While this was a little disappointing it was sadly not all together surprising that the person who wrote the article worked from the equation transexual=tranny=male. I felt I should say something so made a comment asking him if calling the article “Spot the ts” might not have been better than “spot the man” because as far as I could see there was possibly only one person on there who hadn’t been on hormones.

To me it seems not only intolerent and somewhat backwards, but also a little lazy. If he had really wanted to “Test Your Power Of Deduction” surly he could have found pictures of convincing cross dressers who, while transgender, might still be classed as a “man”. (me being one).

Anyway, I aired my thoughts and I hope he’ll get back to me. It’s easy to talk that way if you don’t know anyone who is transgendered but hopefully the write will be open to educating himself as opposed to content to perpetuate bigoted cliches.