Sunday Night Part II: Electric Boogaloo
Breathe deeply now. Remember where you are, you are in a fetish club, with a girl who you aren’t allowed to touch – if you are at all a good person, you will not sleep with your fuck buddies friend. I pointed my eyes at the ground and fixed them there for lack of a better place to look. The door to the club swung open and I walked in ahead of my ‘non-date’. In order to enter this club, I have to sign a disclaimer. A disclaimer that reads a little like a survival horror manual. After skimming through what I was signing, I quickly decided it was probably for the better if I didn’t read it and just signed my name at the bottom. My pen flicked the last few letters of my name announcing that I would not pursue legal action in the event of my injury. I remember this moment, because that is when the screaming started. A blood curdling yelp of pain echoed into the hallway where I stood, thinking, “Is it too late to take my signature back?” As Ms.X shuffled me along inside of the club my eyes still decidedly fixated on the ground in front of me.
As we approached the end of the end of the hallway and I lifted my head to take in exactly what I had gotten myself into, I was shocked and relieved all at once. Yes, there were people tied up. Yes, there was flogging going on. Yes, there genderqueer people fucking and sucking in all corners of the room. However, I realized that this is what I was expecting. It made it a bit easier to breathe. After all, I had other things to worry about. I stayed close to Ms.X’s back, not knowing anyone there and without any real desire to be separated from her. She made conversation with people she knew, I listened, interjected and watched the events of the club with intrigue out of the corner of my eye. Ms.X’s friend Andy was particularly sweet and we ended up having some pretty decent geek chatter. There were a few folks I recognized from the local lezzer bar, but other than that I was pretty much there alone with Ms.X. One familiar face was Wendall – the leather daddy from The Cuff who was fitting me with collars, cuffs and leash. He recognized me and approached me, probably to tease about the permanent blush I had sustained since then. To which Ms.X joined him in by touching me suggestively and implying acts of deviance. Which for the second time in a row turned into the running theme for the evening.
As kind of a segue – I wanted to talk about some of the interesting sites I saw while there. I’m not saying that to be sardonic either. Aside from the standard flogging and fucking you might expect at an even such as this there was also some really interesting rope bondage, which I have always found to be both beautiful and tempting. Although, I think Ms.X was a bit more tempted by the woman performing the bonding. I had a brief run in with learning Japanese Rope Bondage but it never panned out. A pity. Besides that, there was a bit of fire play. Being the pyromaniac I am, of course I was fascinated by this. The subject, unfortunately, was someone I knew from a much more clothed universe. Who, I preferred to never see naked. C’est la via. I really wanted to ask the person performing the fire play what chemical compound she was using, but for fear of looking like a further nerd than I had already proven myself to be earlier in the evening. I mostly kept my mouth shut. The only thing there that bothered me was someone doing a bit of knife play. Not flaying anyone, mind you. Just pushing it to their jaw, dragging the tip across his back. However, given my experience with knives, let’s just say I get a little nervous around them. For this portion of the evening, I had to stand with my back to the floor.
After all was said and seen, roughly 2AM, Ms.X was showing signs of tiring. We left the party and she offered me a ride home. Remember when I said I was going to do something bad? I recognized this as the part of the evening to walk away a good person. But I am weak, and my will is not that strong. I climbed into the passengers seat of her vehicle and nervously bounced my leg as we traveled speedily towards my apartment. Ms.X had discussed with me in a previous, more casual encounter, taking my hedgehog off my hands (no, that’s not an innuendo. I own a hedgehog. I’ve been trying to give him away to a good home.) It was at this point I remembered that interaction and without thinking about it spouted, “Hey, would you like to meet my hedgehog.” She said, “Yes”, and I had the realization that I had just invited her into my apartment at 2AM after going to a play party. For the record, I am not normally this naive.
I stood at the entrance of Apt. #2 unlocking the door and maintaining my resolve. Repeat after me, “I am strong, like an oak. I am a beckon of morality. I will not be lead astray by temptation.” This practice is also known as ‘lying to yourself’. I turned the key and allowed for ladies first. I did exactly what I had planned to do. I introduced her to my hedgehog. Cthulhu, this is Ms.X. Ms.X, Cthulhu. He self-anointed and burrowed, and I laughed. So far everything was fine. I was not a bad person. After giving the nickel tour of my apartment I sat on the couch in my living room, and pondering the night, I just had to know one thing. I turned to Ms.X and with curiosity in my voice I asked, “Are you into me? Or is it just that you like teasing me and making me blush?” Even as I spoke, I tried to reel the words back in.
The look on her face was obvious at this point, I knew I had just opened a can of worms. “I do like you, but you are Ms.Y’s property.” Slightly offended, I replied that I was no one’s property, then pouted. Her response went something like this: That sleeping with me was not worth ruining her friendship over, and where as she really liked me she maintained a steadfast resolve to stick to her guns on this one. Furthermore, we all know that Ms.Y is moving at the end of the month. I nodded with understanding, glad that someone had some will power, because lord knows it wasn’t me. With that thought, I felt hands press against my shoulder shoving me back on the couch Ms.X pressing her lips to me, as I sat astonished. “But, after she leaves town, I make no promises.” She brushed past me and began gathering her coat and shoes.
“You are leaving now aren’t you?” I called to her still facing straight forward, knowing it was probably better not to look.
“Yes I am, and it’s a good god damn thing they don’t serve alcohol at that club.” She left my apartment without turning around. Probably for the best.
-Cole
