A fine weekend
I should point out that despite the interesting new insight in how I deal with different types of pain, this was in no way a bad weekend.
It isn’ t even as if that ruined the scene. It was delicious up until then. And these things happen, something doesn’t work and snaps a headspace and then you take a breather and do something else. And after that there was a more restrictive tie, and some more knives which were fine since I had been… reset by then.
And the weekend included getting to cane someone (and it is always flattering for a masochist to tell you that you have more of a mean streak than she expected) and having someone give me a blowjob with my knife at her throat. (Which is more logistically difficult than one might expect, but still better than the cake I baked.)
And, interestingly enough, of all the bites I received, the one that remains most noted by my body, and provokes a small smile of endorphin-fueled grinning whenever it gets bumped by something in my pocket, is the one I have on my thigh. Thus the one that "broke" me lingers the most sweetly.
All in all, I am not TOO torn up I missed the Flea (although there are reasons I am disappointed).
“Thus the one that “broke” me lingers the most sweetly.
I do so love how you write…
Comment by misskitty_79 — January 16, 2008 @ 3:05 pm
Flattery will get you everywhere.
Comment by Victor — January 17, 2008 @ 12:38 pm