It’s not even 10pm and I am about ready to pass out.  My entire body aches, my finger is out of its splint tape simply because I don’t have enough brain power to reapply it.  My butt itches from tons of little tiny scratches.  My forehead is tender, my side is tender, parts of my scalp.  There are bruises already on my shins and many more that are still forming.  I can’t seem to drink enough Gatorade to catch up with the dehydration and sore throat from screaming too much and smoking too many cigarettes. We had an amazing night.

The energy at the party was fantastic.  While we waited for my domination scene we saw a beautiful knife play scene.  I’ve never seen a submissive giggle so much while being poked with sharps.  Our first scene was great, and I’m feeling competent with caning at this point.  Towards the end of our scene our close friends were getting started across the dungeon.  For awhile my partner and my friend were screaming in sync, it was really nice.

We of course had to fight, it is the basis of our entire relationship.   It took a little doing to clear enough space on the dungeon floor.  Though after the first few slaps, grabs, and kicks we had all the space we needed.  The highlights of the first fight scene was me being dragged around the carpet in circles by my ankles with him yelling, “How about that rug burn?”  Can’t tell you how many other people asked me that question as the evening progressed.  Our first scene ended after my head was shoved in a trashcan.  It was beautiful energy and ending on a humiliation point just made it.

Since my top was off, and difficult to retie, I decided to do a duct tape bustier.  Somehow we got the wrapping done while I was smoking a cigarette in the garage.  We toured the party engaging in some good conversation, but by the time we made it back to the dungeon area we were ready to go again.  This time the duct tape was the target.  We struggled, he tried to grab me up and I’d throw my weight so that he couldn’t lift me.  I was screaming, and insults were flying through the air, until he finally managed to grab me by the tape on my back.  I ended up hovering above the ground by my duct tape bustier as I struggled to get free and he was trying to rip it open.

The tape finally gave out and I went straight down, landing in perfect break-fall upright in fetal position with a loud thud and fits of laughter.  I felt the impact through my whole body, but it didn’t stop the cackling.  He had trouble ripping the tape off through my laughing more than me putting up any sort of fight.  Though as the tape really started coming off this largely switched to screaming.  By the end I’m back to kicking and fighting dirty as usual.  Though he gets the roll of tape, and preps to start binding me with it.

Amidst clawing, kicking, slapping, struggling, insults, screaming and writhing I end up with my fingers taped shut.  During this part I start cursing about how he stole that trick from a story I had told him about a prior scene.  Taped my arms together, somewhat unsuccessfully taped my eyes and mouth closed.  My hair got involved as well, this consent was so amusingly obtained while in roll.  He said your hair is going to end up in the tape if you don’t move it out of the way, and I continued to curse and say I didn’t give a shit.

Due to the large amount of struggling, ripped tape, and other mayhem in this part of the scene my right pointer finger got badly jammed and sprained during the taping.  We both saw the finger as a warning sign, but both consented to ignoring it.  It has been a point of hilarity throughout the day today as I can’t do things like open cereal boxes and have spent most of the day with a mutant double finger, since I chose the cheapest splint option available: paper tape and my middle finger.

I get tortured a bit while bound and am given enough air to get out of the tape in-between long blood curdling screams.  After getting out of it we start fighting again.  I start hitting him with the ripped off tape, and he picks up our rattan cane.  Due to the scuffling and confusion we actually switched weapons several times.  Eventually we’re both so overtaken with the sting, and so tired, we came to a truce.

A little bit later the dungeon mostly cleared out, and we had a quiet scene with me subbing for the “paint roller of doom”, a paint roller covered in carpet nails.  It was nice being in good ole subspace for a bit.  I had missed the lovely floaty nature of it all these past few months.

It was a great time even through the commute home.  We stopped at a Starbucks and enjoyed ridiculous fast food cafe drinks sitting outside as the sun rose.  After a four hour nap we went out to get burritos in the inner harbor and were amused at how we are tourists in the city’s tourist trap.  As we had difficulty finding parking and the restaurant.  We came home and napped while watching Fight Club.  Can’t think of a better way to have spent the weekend.

We both remain continually in awe of how we grow together, and how fun our lives remain.  The intensity and seamlessness of our scenes gets better every time.  A physical measure of our work on communication, and our personal soul searching.  We remain amazed at the response we often get from the community.  We’ve heard a lot of neat things about what others get out of our play, and we look forward to many more fights in the future.

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