Friday, May 22, 2009

5229 Entry

Saturday night Suki and I attended a play party for a group who's munches she has been attending. The party was held in a space where we helped to throw a large NYE party at the beginning of the year. This is no coincidence as she had suggested the space for the play party and introduced the proper contacts to the proper people. I remember her telling me last year in prep for the NYE party that it was a really cool space and would be an awesome place to do suspensions. That seems to be one of our things, really cool spaces with large beams and pillars that would have a dramatic atmosphere for suspensions. This particular room of the building is brick and block walls with about a 20' ceiling. Through the middle of the room there is a very large I-beam with a couple of concrete columns holding up the beam. Its this beam with its columns that really drew our attention. The rest of the room is closer to what I feel a 'dungeon' would be with its block walls. Fortunately, this is the warmest room in the space. This was also the socialization area for the party and not the 'dungeon' proper.

After socializing and sitting through the stapling demo, we decided that it was time to play. The 'dungeon' area was cold and a little clammy, and not totally to my preference. There were a few pieces of furniture in there, pretty standard fare for a play party. The person that was supposed to bring a suspension rig didn't show up so I was a bit disappointed as I had thought that we may do a partial that night. The style of bondage that I like to do doesn't really suit most furniture, and thinking about the party earlier in the day I had come to the conclusion that we may have to do a standing scene or switch over to high protocol. I figured I would play it by ear. We stayed in the 'dungeon' for a few minutes as I contemplated where I wanted to do a scene. It was loud from all the other players and could have been somewhat distracting. When I'm in head space, it can be hard for me to tell if other people around are going to be distraction to me or not. At times the room melts away, and at others every noise can become a distraction. It's all internal and based on what/how I'm feeling in the moment. Most of the time people are easy to block out, but I can have a bitch of a time with music when I'm in head space.

We went back into the socializing are and decided to do a scene based around one of the columns in the middle of the room. There was a lot of chatter and people milling about, but it felt pretty comfortable. At least, it felt more comfortable than the 'dungeon' did at the time. As I was tying the Ushiro Tasuki on Suki, J asked if we could move the scene over a little bit. This was very much at the beginning of it and I was no where near head space. I was a tad self conscience as there were a few people from a group I'm heavily involved in there that had not seen us play before. This makes getting into head space take a little longer. At first I was somewhat put off by having to move the scene, until I realized that J had a ladder and was hooking a shibari ring to that massive I-beam. "Maybe a partial will happen yet", I thought to myself.

Having completed the harness and a Matanawa on Suki, J had the ring installed and the ladder moved out of the way. I remember overhearing someone say that it looked like Suki was ready for the ring. Was this some sort of weird manifestation of a fantasy that we had upon initially seeing this space?

The ring was a little high for my liking as I had go up on my toes to feed the ropes up and through it. I knew I had to keep myself alert and careful due to its height, and alas another deterrent to me slipping into head space. Well, I keep myself out of it with suspensions anyway because I need to be alert and very conscience of every little thing that is happening when I do them. A modicum of slipping in is alright with partials, but even that wasn't going to happen during this scene. I was focused enough on what I was doing during the suspension that the goings on about me fell out of conscienceness. At least if they weren't going to go away due to head space, the concentration would do it. At this point any self conscienceness also fell away. It became me, Suki, and the ropes in an elaborate dance of balance on both our parts.

I lovingly lifted the one leg that grounded her to the building, holding it against both her body and mine. Gently swaying her in a small circle like a light swing on a breezy spring afternoon, I imagined floating in space and time. The swirling movements becoming a calm meditation of emptiness. These few brief moments were the closest I got to head space. As I put her right leg back down on the ground and checked in with her, she whispered: "Master, my right hand is starting to go numb", I asked if it tingled yet. Glancing at the harness I guessed that the first layers of the Tasuki were responsible for this as they had a number of wraps across her wrist. "Time to take her down", I thought, "It'll be a few minutes to get to those wraps". Getting her off the suspension ring was enough to clear up the problem. I love the Tasuki harness, but it has always given us a problem here and there in suspensions. Worked great for MP, but every body is a different piece of clay.

5229 Note...

After taking some time off from blogging and completely erasing this one, I've decided that I would like to start writing publicly again. There's just one condition for this: I still need to do it for myself. I am.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

5219 Entry

I went to Lowes tonight to buy supplies for a John Willie inspired whipping post. Suki and I are hosting the local area Play Party in just under a week and I want to have some new furniture for the party. Right now all that I have is my suspension frame and the bondage rigging (minimal) in the bedroom. It suffices for my own personal use as rope is a very versatile toy, and I don't tend to play on kinky furniture so much in private.

This will be my 3rd party to host and the local group here in town is on the lookout for a public venue. With that we are going to need some kinky furniture anyway. I've had ideas in my head for a while of some of the things that I want to build and this provides a perfect opportunity to kick my ass in gear a little. Now, I'm going to refer to it as kinky furniture as opposed to 'dungeon equipment' because I don't really connect with the idea of playing in a 'dungeon'. I would much prefer to play in a 'play space'. Some posh, cozy area that has really nicely built furniture, well done erotic art on the walls, and decked out in rich colors and sensually textured fabrics. Throw in an element modern minimalism and you are starting to key in on my ideal play space, not to mention living space. The idea of a dungeon just conjures up images of cold steel that is on the verge of rusting with dripping wet stone walls and a cold clammy atmosphere. Not the kind of place I want to explore the lines of sensuality, pleasure and pain. I like my sensuality, and I like it comfortable where my surroundings and climate are concerned.

I gathered up my supplies of lag bolts, eye hooks, washers, post, and post-holder over the course of 40 minutes and proceeded to the checkout line just a bit before the store closed. The older lady cashing me out casually asks me: "what are you going to hang on your post?" Images of scantily clad or near naked women flash thru my head quickly as I tell her: "It's going to be a decorative post." All the while with a completely straight face. I know how to remain serious when the time calls for the need. I glanced over the cashier quickly looking for any signs. After all I have met older ladies at the parties and events here in town. I stopped at the celtic cross hanging around her neck and added: "I'll probably hang some plants on it". Both of these statements were half truths. I'm fine with that, I didn't straight out lie to the lady. I really do hope this will end up being decorative and somewhat attractive as its going to live in my living room when I'm finished with it.

My vision for kinky furniture tends to be on the minimal side. That's probably of no surprise by now. The idea is that it will blend into my Arts and Crafts house with some modicum of inconspicuousness. I hope more so than the suspension frame that takes up the whole of my dining room.

This is not the first time, nor will it be the last time that a stranger will ask what I'm using something for while shopping for things to fulfill my kinky side. I'm just glad the really cute girl at the tack shop that I went to earlier in the day didn't ask me what kind of horse the bridle I was buying was for. It would have been very hard for me not to tell her that she'd make a damn cute pony girl.