Another girl, another planet

Where to begin, even.

I have been through a whole lot of ups and downs lately. I started to believe I was being intentionally mindfucked over a job offer — it was “Yes!” “No!” “Yes!” “No!” “Maybe!”

and finally, definitively “Yes!” yesterday.

In the meantime, in between time, ain’t we got fun?

There had been very little fun in my life since all that rotten business back in September. But there comes a time in a boy’s life when he must pick himself up, dust himself off, and get on with the masochism. Which is exactly what I did last week.

Actually, it started a couple weeks before last week. It started with Miss Susie setting up her blog just before Christmas. I wrote to her; she wrote to me and things started to click. That “click” is the most important thing, and I realize that I have been extremely lucky in my pursuit of S&M happiness of late.

Back when I wasn’t sure what I really wanted out of this whole thing, I was lucky enough to find Miss Mitsu who introduced me to a whole new world of rope and electricity and needles and clips and on and on. Now that I have a much better sense of what I like, there’s a very different feeling about looking for a new playmate.

As fate would have it, I got lucky again. There’s so much more involved than a simple coordination of kinks. It’s not math, people. It’s not simply a matter of “do you like rope bondage? I like rope bondage!” but a more complex chemistry. I have read on the so-called internet about “McSessions” and other horror stories, and I can imagine what that experience must be like. Again, I feel very very lucky.

So last week I arrived at Pandora’s Box for my first session in months with a brand new Mistress in a brand new setting. Let’s back up to the moment when I was on the phone booking that session: it all came flooding back. I have fetishized the entire process of calling to book a session; extracting the cash from the ATM; and walking to the dungeon. I felt it in my stomach as the receptionist from Pandora’s told me to call back to confirm an hour before my session. That felt good.

Honestly, the trip from my house to Pandora’s is not nearly as erotic as my old walk through SoHo to Rapture. There just aren’t as many lingerie shops in the neighborhood. Nor is there a daunting staircase. How am I going to keep my buttocks firm and tight without three flights of stairs? But these are minor details; let’s get to the action.

I’m not much for protocol. Some people love it and need it, but I’m not one of them. I did as I was told, of course, and stripped and kneeled and waited.

Eventually the door opened and I heard Her enter the room. I did not lift my head but I saw a sweep of legs pass by out of the corner of my eye. I heard a cabinet open, music started, then a fingernail scratched me on the top of my head: “You can get up now.”

Go look up some pictures of Miss Susie to see how tall and lovely she is. Now bear in mind that she is MORE beautiful in person.

And so it began. We talked; she unpacked her rope and started working it around my body. The whole time I was simply reeling with delight at being back in that space. A different physical space than before, but the same mental space. A different guide than before, but she was taking me to familiar, but new, places.

As always, I am holding back some details. There was a hat, but I won’t say what kind of hat. That’s just between us.

I was restrained and then Miss Susie brought out her brand new electronic gadgetry — the Eros Tek ET-232. Oh that is a fine device! I was happy to serve as Miss Susie’s test dummy as we ran the ET-232 through it’s various settings. It had been so long since I felt anything like it that I just couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

One of the problems of being a masochist is that the more it hurts, the happier I get. More than once Miss Susie said “You’re having too much fun. I’ll have to turn it down.” But the real thrill of a session isn’t necessarily the voltage running from her device through my body; the real thrill is the connection between her eyes and mine. 

I think I’ll stop now.