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).
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