The dress code for Oubliette - unlike most of the party events in town - is pretty much left up to the individual. There is absolutely no pressure to wear latex or rubber - or any other form of fetwear. I wore a little black dress (W loves when I wear dresses and I really should buy more of them) I had in mind - to add a little zest to my outfit - to add the tack bra........ but being the good subbie I am, I asked W if it would amuse him or please him if I wore the tack bra. He got *such* a look in his eye that I knew immediately what the answer was..............
For those of you who haven't stumbled across a "tack" bra on line - or on my blog - a few years back kaya - over on "Under his Hand" posted directions and pictures of her tack bra....... and well - me being me - I wanted one too! I made it and have worn it from time to time to amuse and please.............
normal looking bra - from the outside - right??
pure evil on the inside
Saturday was no exception - by the time word got around that I needed lots and lots of "big hugs" everyone was either peering down my dress (and bra) or giving me bear hugs. The secret is - hugs hurt - but they don't really do any damage - and the hurt truthfully isn't THAT bad - just kinda makes me wince - then I readjust the bra - pulling the pointy tips out of the skin and continue on. Truth be told - the points don't even break the skin with a bear hug.
Miss M who is now classifying herself as "Sadist" (which always made me smile - notice the use of past tense !!) decided after a number of hugs and a couple of hand squeezes - to be more ........ shall we say "enthusiastic". She grabbed both breasts and squeezed and twisted and squeezed some more. Miss M very nearly brought me to my knees...... Her ministrations actually broke skin..........................
Then Miss M and Lady B decided that the whole area had to be cleaned immediately with alcohol to disinfect the affected area....... can I say "double OUCH"?
And the fun had begun!
A short while latter W cuffed me to a tree and and my whining about not having had a good session in 'foreverrrrrrr' was attended to. Between wooden paddles and leather straps and whips galore my ass was tenderized.
Somehow or other I managed to barbeque up our steaks and serve W his dinner without burning the steaks or dumping the potatoe salad in someone's lap.
W and I spent some nice quality time talking with a relatively new sub about BDSM - specifically whips and floggers and paddles oh my !! She is so cute - she watches W beat me - but covers her eyes and peaks through her fingers - BUT - she claims to "LOVE" watching us play !!
An hour or so after dinner - W cuffed me up to the tree again and brought out the whips and had another go at my ass. He commented a couple of times (in amazement) that he was pretty sure I would have a mark or two the next day. My mind barely registered his comments....... I was too busy fussing over my fairies and the bug lamp. They were dancing all around the light and every so often I would hear 'ZAP ZAP ZAP' and I was sure my dear fairies were being fried.
But we all survived and when W dumped me into a garden chair - my fairies danced around my head like a sparkling wreath of fire flies .......... and all was right with the world.
small post script: I did have a couple of marks on my ass on Sunday - the camera didn't do them all justice - but here's one shot of one welt that does show I earned my stripes on Saturday