A quick recap for those who have known us for a while, and a further introduction for the many new friends we have recently made:
I and my sub ButterfliesAndCuffs met sometime in October, started flirting sometime in November, named it a dynamic sometime in December, got together in person for the first time on Valentines Day (😱) and have been inseperable ever since. Or at least as much as the distance between us and occasional visits would allow. Then last month I moved so now we are about an hour drive apart and are together every couple days.
Along the way there have been many milestones; lots of big steps, all the scary words, tons of new experiences, and much serious fucking. We can now add something else: Friday night was our first official "dungeon date" together. (When you're done you can read her post about it here.)
We went to KINK: First Contact at Baltimore Playhouse for their monthly welcome for all newcomers. We walked around, looked at everything, discussed all the different sorts of pain that I could inflict on her using this apparatus or that one. But before all the real fun began everyone sat together while the owner told us all about the Playhouse, went over the rules and standards, the no picture policy, introduced the DM's, and answered everyone's questions. Exactly the sort of thing you would expect.
Afterward, I and my filthy whore got to try out some toys we were very familiar with like floggers and other impact tools, and played with some new stuff. There was one item in particular, a 1/4 thick 20" x 2" slapper that I liked enough to purchase when we returned the next night. We were both very pleased with it, and I think from the pictures you can understand why. He was given a name (we name all our toys) and is currently our favorite.
Everywhere we went, every piece of equipment or furniture or wall or chair or space to stand was an excuse to stand her up or bend her over and beat her ass. A stock, a spider web, a spanking bench, a couch. Walking around or standing still. There was never a bad time or place or occasion. And she giggles! Pain makes her giggle.
There was a performance by a guy with a collection of implements, and a naked, young woman dangling by her wrists who he used them on. Floggers and whatevers and thingies. And needles. After he whipped her and flogged her for a while he lay her on the floor and stuck a bunch of needles and ribbons in her. Suddenly - he tore them all out! That was the climax of that part of the show and it was very impressive.
My little subby sat on the floor at my feet on her leash like a good dog and we enjoyed the show while we talked to some of the many new friends we made.
One thing we had been very excited to try is a violet wand, and now that we've experienced it we have established a dedicated VW Fund to purchase a beginner kit ASAP (all contributions are welcome hahah!)
And speaking of exciting new activities...
We were in the moment. The energy and atmosphere were right, and we found ourselves standing in the middle of an open area surrounded by several onlookers. My slut is a bit of an exhibitionist, and she is mine to use any way I choose, so I made her stand in front of the watchful eyes of the room as I fingered her until she was begging me to allow her to cum - then I made her face every single spectator and beg again, louder and louder each time. And then face the next person and beg, then the next, and so on. By then more people had noticed, and finally after I exposed her and made her beg for permission while facing everyone standing around us, I let her cum over and over while they all watched.
She was a spacy little slut by then so we slowly made our way to a nearby couch, but before I could even put my dog on her knees one of the guys who was looking on asked me if he could come even closer! There are rules against behavior like that so I told him to back off and watch from where he came from. Then he and the others watched her do her job and satisfy me right there on the couch in front of them.
When we went back to the club Saturday night there was a guy there expertly wielding a 4-ish ft long whip so I told my whore to take her shirt off and get up on the St Andrews Cross. The guy did his thing, lightly touching her, then a little snap to get her attention. The lighting was a bit low (which added a lot to the thrill of the whole whipping experience!) so I'm not certain but I think he was wearing something like a kilt, maybe made with leather and... I don't know what but it was very cool. It was like a dance, a trip to watch, and my whore loved the experience.
Not only were there a few other more specific events taking place (including a scene auction, and random pick-up play) we saw people of every identity, style, gender, dress, and combination - and everyone was comfortable and friendly and at home.
Fire, wax, needles, torture, bondage, impact, tickling, whips, electric, and sex all around us. We saw it all, participated in much of it, and perhaps the best part is that we got to meet a lot of great people and make some new lifestyle friends. We will be signing up as a couple for a contributorship (the Playhouse version of membership) for many future events and exciting times with our new friends at our new fun spot.
People we had never met before were giving us compliments about how romantic we were together. About how wonderful it is to see a couple like us. I don't know what that means, and neither of us really intended to make any huge impression on anyone, so those types of comments were very shocking. But we choose to take them as huge compliments. Thank you.
Those who know me will tell you that I am a man of few words 😆 but I can never say enough about how my filthy whore is so good to me. She was as amazing both nights as she is every day and night, gorgeous as always, and perfectly obedient. I love her and I think I will keep her forever.
