tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33821576.post-41540568122057934502007-04-29T04:08:00.000-07:002007-04-29T04:23:06.445-07:00Never Trust the Girly Little GimpCan't sleep, coming down. I had the most amazing time tonight at a BDSM party. The theme was play piercing. For those of you who don't know what that is, play piercing is the art of temporarily piercing the skin with medical needles. It's not for the faint of heart, for sure. I am interested in play piercing as a top and a bottom, but primarily as a top. After all, I stick myself with Enbrel twice a week, and have had thousands of needles in my life. I can handle it.<br /><br />I carpooled with friends to the party location, which was an hour's drive from Vancouver. When we got there, the workshop began with <a href="http://allaboutelwood.com/body_piercing.htm">Elwood</a>, one of the most noted tattoo/piercing artists in North America. The workshop was most informative, and cleared up some misconceptions I had about play piercing. <br /><br />After the workshop, Elwood did a number of temporary piercings while people mingled and played in the dungeon. The dungeon took up the entire basement of the host's home, and had a myriad of equipment and toys. I chatted with some friends and made the acquaintance of several adorable boys. Having the urge to beat someone, I sought a friend of mine and agreed to co-top him with another lady of my acquaintance. We flogged, paddled, caned, whipped, poked, clawed, and even hit him with a rubber dragon's tongue and single tail whip, like the one's used on horses. If you don't know what either of those implements are, just know that they are very stingy and very fierce. His ass will have welts for days.<br /><br />Scratchdaddy did not go with me to the party. It's funny, when we're apart for a little while, I don't miss him...but when I come home and snuggle in his arms, I realized I've subconsciously missed him all along! It's a conundrum, all right. I've also noticed another interesting phenomenon. When he's with me at events, his presence is very calming and grounding, and I'm much more mellow. That's fine, but when I'm not with him, I'm more chattable and effervescent. This tends to make me more charming and charismatic. I wish I could be super-charming and mellow at the same time! I mean, people still like me, but I enjoy being a social butterfly. It's odd. But either way, I love having Scratch at my side.<br /><br />I know that I will be very sore tomorrow. I really worked up a sweat, and swinging a flogger is a very aerobic activity for me. The sweat was pouring off me while I beat the bottom's ass. Heh, our scene drew quite the crowd. The bottom had no idea I could hit so hard! Mwuhahahaha! No one ever does. At one point I looked at him and said, "Not bad for sweet little cripple, eh?" It's a very misleading disguise. Who'd expect a cute little gimp to be so mean and vicious? :D<br /><br />Ah, I feel so satisfied.<div class="blogger-post-footer">This is my footer.<img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33821576-4154056812205793450?l=arthriticyoungthing.blogspot.com'/></div>Zephyrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020297752831113924noreply@blogger.com2