after the party…

It’s taken me a week to get back here – for once I missed a posting. He got home so late from the party, and then little B was around all day – so we only got to talk Sun, in my usual posting time. So that was that. Well. Here it is. And yes, it’s had a week for it all to sink in and help me get philosophical and positive about it. It wasn’quite so wobble-free as it seems now, looking at what I’ve written, ready to hit the ‘publish’ button. Whatever. As I said, here it is.

 

He loved it. In the end he just wore some black jeans and a leather jacket, in spite of the heat. Conservative but acceptable. He didn’t touch, but he looked and he listened, and even chatted – but just a little.

 

He said it was mostly social, just a bit of play that was more performance art really. Most of what he saw was a bit foreign to him and out of his erogenous depth – like a woman with a LOT of skin to offer having needles rather clinically stuck through it at precise points and then ribbon patterns woven through. Sounds like a combo of acupuncture and hairdressing if you ask me. Too weird. I can’t see the point, no pun intended. Reminds me of the Hindu Kavedi festival but without the trance or the redemption. Or maybe I’m making assumptions again. Maybe the big girl got both! Maybe some of this is a Western way to do the same thing?

 

But somebody did do a ‘suspension’ – a woman tied up and hanging from a scaffold – not a hog-tie, though, he said. Apparently you need to learn a lot and preferably be a seasoned climber to do suspensions. (I get the feeling we may take up climbing soon. At least that would be a way to explain to my mother why we suddenly have lots of rope in the house, and bolts in the walls if he gets his way!) And somebody did get a caning, but it was a woman caning a man, so that didn’t rev his engine as much as the other way round – but yes, he still liked it.

 

Overall he loved what he heard, as people chatted and discussed over their assorted non-alcoholic beverages. It all made sense. He felt at home.

 

I feel a wonderful sense of anti-climax. I am relieved to have him home and so matter-of-fact and I believe every word and suspect nothing. And yet I was also hoping he’d be disappointed in the reality of things. But he’s more inspired than ever.

 

I guess that’s better found out like this, now than some time in the future in another way.

 

I asked him to tell me about everything he saw, as I searched and searched for some kind of common ground. He suggested that instead, I join the site and do the checklist of interests – that should take me through all the main stuff and I’d have to think about how the idea of it made me feel.

 

I reckon if we are going to do this, we are in it together. So I guess that it’s time to sign up.

 

I can hardly believe I’m saying that. Me. Putting up a profile on a BDSM site.

Whatever next?