Munches

I finally went to my first munch last night! Captain brought me. I never had the courage to go alone so it was nice having someone I could be with if I got uncomfortable or got out of the socializing mood. The munch surpassed my expectations. I met a lot of nice people and had conversations that didn’t revolve around kink. Obviously it was brought up sometimes, especially as the night wore on, but it wasn’t the focus. I’m excited to go to my next one!

After the munch I asked Captain over for the night. My roommates are gone for the week and I wanted Him to see the apartment. I hadn’t even considered the fact that I would be able to get a spanking without fear of being overheard. That’s been the problem at His place with His roommates. When He brought this up, my heart leaped into my throat and it was all I could do to not pull down my panties and throw myself across His lap. I haven’t been spanked that hard in a while and so each blow was more intense than I remembered. Captain is the first man to spank the backs of my thighs. That stings a lot more than my sit spot but I like when He goes back and forth. The pleasure of having my ass spanked and the sharp slaps to my thighs are a nice contrast. When my spanking was done, He had me kneel. I knelt for longer than I have before. After a while my ankles started to hurt and I had to keep shifting my weight. I became a little agitated when my mind honed in on how uncomfortable I was. As I continued kneeling, my legs became numb, my arms ached, and I started to drift and get away from the sensations radiating from my calves and upper arms. Unfortunately, Captain kept asking me questions and pulling me back from wherever I was going. My frustration grew as I had a hard time formulating responses to His questions. Even now I’m only vaguely aware of how I answered.

Finally He called me to His side. As soon as I let my arms down and got out of the kneeling position, I felt the soreness in my arms and my legs and feet started tingling. I was still a little hazy so all I was capable of doing was curling up next to Him and staring at the wall until I could hear my own thoughts again. I’m curious about that feeling of being disconnected from myself. Could I go into subspace during a scene? I know some submissives don’t like to or have never been able to. Maybe it will happen some day, although I’m not sure I like the idea of not being present during a flogging or a more intense bondage session. I want to be there and react to everything my Dom does. But perhaps I’ll like being able to drift when I want to.


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