TNG invasion night at the Society

Gonna start out with some explanation: I've had a tendency, lately, to get triggered to shit if I try and make "let's play at five o'clock on tuesday" plans, so I haven't been doing that. I've been telling people "I'm not sure if I'm gonna want to play" "don't have any expectations" "maybe maybe maybe." it feels safer, to me. This is a little different for me-- I'm usually really into planning out my time; I'm very big on Making Plans With People. As a result, I've become a lot more intuitive and spontaneous, even, about sex. I kind of like it. It's probably really good for me, too, or something.

So, due to not really being able to fill my dance card, I showed up at the Society not expecting to play, just planning to hang out, reconnect with old friends, and maybe watch some sexy scenes. I ended up getting flogged briefly by one person, and tied up and dragged around somewhat more substantially by another! People I hadn't met before! I wasn't expecting that! XD It was totally awesome.

Consistent with previous experiences at play parties, I remember moments, not so much a story:

The tying. Shit, man, I fucking love rope. The way it looks, the way it sounds, the way it feels, the way it is so fucking hot to watch someone who is good at rope do what they do.

I am really great at open-ended "describe yourself!" on paper, but when he was like "so tell me about your experiences subbing" I was like "uhhhhh, I've done hypnosis a lot? and I had a chest harness this one time? it was hot?" and other dubiously-useful statements. when I mean, now I can think of a ton of things to say to that. In my defense, though, at the time I had half a chest harness on. And a mostly-naked guy doing the tying. :p

I mentioned to him that I was a fan of being dragged around by my hair. We were kind of making the whole scene up as we went, which I, uh, had never done before, but I was totally rolling with it. We'd discussed tying me to a chair or something beforehand, after I had a harness on. He'd finished tying and was standing behind me. He grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me backward. I gasped, heard a chair scrape across the carpet, and felt him forcibly sit me down in it. I squirmed a little, feeling gloriously disoriented.


A while later, he lazily said, "you know, I'm feeling hungry. how are you doing?" and I mentioned that I was kind of thirsty. "Let's go get something to eat," he said, and started dragging me backwards by my hair/harness out into the main room and into the kitchen. Fucking, aah, jesus, the struggle to keep up with someone when they've got me like that, the way everything is unbalanced, the way I am no clearly not in control here-- hot hot hot. I heard people in the main room chuckling as I went by, and I'm sure I grinned myself. Kink is fun.

Hehehe

So, I work at a grocery store as a cashier. We're pretty much chained to our registers all day (haha, I wish that was literal >.>), so when there're no customers in our lines, we just kind of sit there, or talk to the other cashiers.

The other day I had no customers and no other cashiers in my booth. I was spacing out, daydreaming about something-or-other, when a customer comes up to my register with his groceries. "You looked like you were in a trance!" he said, enthusiastically joking.

I very nearly spittaked. "Yeah, I was off somewhere..."

"Where'd you go? Bermuda or someplace? It looked like it was nice, wherever you were."

I smirked as I started to ring him up. "Oh, yeah, when I go off in a trance, it's almost always pretty nice!"

Flipping pages mindlessly

I'm flipping through a cookbook in a store, kind of quickly but lazily. Nauzy comes up behind me and leans in, starts talking quietly in a particular velvety tone of voice. Something about how I might just start flipping the pages mindlessly... without even noticing what's on them... just drifting...

Then I came to, and flipped back a few pages to read a particularly tasty-looking sandwich recipe. I have decided that this in public stuff can be rather hot!

Time for a new post

(sorry that I've been so long between posts. I am finding that college is, in fact, more work that high school.)

So I'll admit, I'm an emotional person. I get frustrated rather easily, especially when it comes to trance. Some nights I'm just not in the right headspace, or my trigger hits me at the wrong angle, and when I come up I'll be angry and start ranting. Nauzy, who hates to see me in anything but orgasmic distress, likes to whisper "shhh, relaaax..." and I completely melt... I go under a bit, sometimes more effectively than when he uses my trigger when I'm ready for it.

I think it's a matter of how relatively relaxed I am. When I'm lying down, waiting for the order to go under, I'm pretty comfy and on the edge of trance anyways. When I'm agitated, it's entirely the opposite, so when I do go under, it feels deeper and easier.

I'm really not trying to psychoanalyze myself; it just feels good. :)

On to more things he can do in public, oh yes. You know, it's funny, I have never ever been an exhibitionist. I don't even like excessive PDA. But trance in public? Why yes, sign me right up.

Last night we were at Whole Foods, grabbing dinner together. We'd finished eating and were just talking, and inevitably it turned to how I love it when he does stuff that nobody else can see. And he switched on his Voice and down I went, sitting up, leaning on my hand. Beautiful. Restful too, though this time it was green-grey instead of blue. But deep enough to just drift.

What I love about playing in public is the... raciness of it. Nauzy said it himself one time: "I like doing things in public; I feel like I've gotten away with something." And so it is. Nobody notices, nobody cares, but we've done it. And it makes me squirm so.

It also helps that hypnosis is often more subtle than good old-fashioned exhibitionistic sex in public. ;p