Back on May 3rd, 2005, a bit after 4 AM in the morning, I came home from an evening out at one of TES‘s “College Night” parties at New York City’s local BDSM club, Paddles. A little over a month earlier, I had first met Eileen at Conversio Virium, but it had been significantly less than a month since we really began getting to know one another. This night, this College Night party, was the first time we played in public. It’s the first time I’d ever felt the beginnings of submission towards another person.
This night was one of the nights when I fell in love with her. Below, a protected entry from my personal journal is republished in full. With the end of my time in New York City fast approaching, I feel like the beginning deserves another look.
In chronological order:
- Saying hello to more people than I can remember. Giving out hugs.
- Pledging, hazing. Eating “live goldfish,” immitating a duck (badly), playing Simon Says, and ass paddling.
- Electric touches everywhere, different on the scalp, on the body, on the genitals. (The ones on the genitals made me squirm to get away—never thought that’d happen when hands and my genitals were involved.) Also laughter, much of it.
Knives on steroids, the sound of sizzling, the feel of them burning my skin, forceful like lightning.- Caged by the electrified metal, trapped and cornered and struggling.
- Cowering, hands bound behind my back, slapped and scared and being held, rocked, and petted.
He looks like a slave boy.Also a title, but not entirely transferrable from the titles given to a top.- Face slapping, breath play. Being broken, defeated, knocked off my feet by the power of her hits; no weapon, no threats, because none was needed—I was her’s.
Is this submission?Cavernous, dark, frightening, paralyzing and blurred, treasured.- Flinching at the gentle caresses, clutching her arms like they were a tether back up and out of the darkness.
- A straight-edge blade and a curved blade both at my neck, held by two different people. Cornered in a booth almost kissing one of them, the other pushing my chin up with her knife, forcing the kiss.
- Grilled chicken, pancakes, and stories at a diner. No coffee for me, though—this was a group outing.
In addition to all of the above, some reminders from an IM conversation for more things to write about:
The main difference between every single other time I’ve been in pain and these times was that every other time, my body extended itself towards the pain, again and again and again. Not just willingly—lustfully. But that didn’t happen with this.
And this time you weren’t smiling anymore. I also remember looking into your eyes when you were suffocating me, actually. But, strange, I don’t remember your eyes.
by Wendy
07 Feb 2008 at 04:51
Aaaw!
by axe
07 Feb 2008 at 07:15
What Wendy said.
Very sweet….and sexy.
by Tyler
09 Feb 2008 at 12:54
:) I was there that night. Not for these events of course, but at that party. It was maybe 2 weeks after the first time I met either of you. And two weeks after Jen and I had a similar experience – we expressed our love for each other for the first time after that CV meeting.
Even though I’m sure we probably left way before you began your scene, it makes me feel all warm and tingly thinking that time period was the beginning of a lot of things, for a lot of us. It makes me feel even more connected. Thanks for sharing this night with us.
by MissMarguerite
06 Jun 2010 at 17:55
Now that I have to say is a very sweet blog post especially making it very amusing at the end with the pancakes and grilled chicken.
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