In the Pink

You know what was one of the most fun things about last Friday?

Working up to my Domme-time, I spent some quality time regarding the antics of my friends Lace and Leather.

The Lady Lace is one of the most controlled and effective Dommes I have ever had the pleasure to watch in action. Her timing is bang-on accurate, her flog and whip strokes always hit the mark, and like me, she enjoys inflicting pain for the purpose of the pleasure it brings the inflicted -- she's not a sadist.

I do not criticize, I merely remark. Domme-wise, in that respect at least, she and I are on the same page.

SO that was fun. But then, at the end of a protracted flogging, she reached into her little black bag -- like the BBC's, it's also neither little nor black -- and fished out a large silver dog bowl. Handing it to me, she indicated with her head towards the door.

"Can you fill that up for him?"

("Him" of course, being Leather, her puppy.)

So did i run to the bathroom and fill it from the tap over the sink? I most certainly did not. I did what any self-respecting "Dommie's little helper" does at a BDSM club and went to the bar, and asked for water to fill up the doggie-bowl.

And god bless that man, he didn't even double-take, before extracting a liter bottle of mineral water and handing it to me.

Only at a play party. Unique fun indeed.