In the Pink

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I have, of late, been lucky and privileged enough to meet and become friends with some of my fellow switchy colleagues on the scene.

We're a strange and rare species, us switchy types. Neither full-on Dom/me nor hard-core sub -- on any kind of permanent basis, anyway. The love of flogging and being flogged existing simultaneously in a fevered and excited soul is an experience that only a switch can truly understand.

And when we get together, worlds collide. Heh.

I stretched my switchy muscle yesterday, and it sent me into a kind of space, the likes of which I've not previously experienced. It was the floggee in question's first public session, and being impromptu (thank you Lace for the lend of the flogger and the riding crop) was a surprise, I think, to us both.The floggee was as happy to be flogged as I was to flog him, and loved every second of it -- as did I.

While coming down, I chatted with a friend (a sub also coming down from his space), while first his mistress and then my other switchy friend had a go at this first-time floggee's leather clad ass. Which soon became a bare ass. And soon thereafter, once לוןA had taken the liberty of proffering a new, custom designed leather slapper for me to help break in for him (thank you so much לוןA!!) a reddened and prettily marked ass.

Heh.

Spaced out, and both thrilled and surprised to discover the kind of space that can be achieved on the Dom side of things, i sat and chilled and watched S snap the riding crop over said ass. I'm still learning a lot about the less developed side of my BDSM needs, and while I've had some lovely tingly and enjoyable moments in the past, this time was the first where I'd felt myself hit a real high.

Each time i venture into a domme session of any description, I am struck anew by the power I hold, and my inherent need to curtail it as a result of wanting to protect and care for the person on the receiving end of the endeavours. I am so very aware that they are there as much because they have chosen to be, that the pain or sensation that they are experiencing is as much a need, want and desire for them as it is for me to provide it.

It amazes me anew each time that I can enjoy the giving as much as the receiving. I know the receiving end to a far deeper and substantial level, but I know that eventually it will all even out. "Give it time," I hear you cry. Yes, well. Patience is a virtue of which I have never had much to boast. In fact, if you'll allow me to elaborate for a moment here, I think it's fair to say that I'm one of these people for whom patience is pretty much anathema. Instant gratification just takes too damn fucking long -- know what I mean?

But the most fun was the talking. We sat, the three of us, switches all, and chatted about everything and anything. Right there, in the middle of a dark and atmospheric club, incredible music thumping in the background, we bonded.

It was fabulous. E and S -- thanks so much for making my night so special. And to L & L -- a night at Diva's is never the same without you }{.

Can't wait until next time. 😄


* I'm so tempted to write"/be" after sub, just to balance it -- but it would be wrong, so very, very wrong. Le sigh. The life of a grammar nazi is never easy.