With all my health issues, and both our new jobs, we’ve been struggling to make kink connection. Not always, but often. We’ve worked on finding harnesses that work for me. And he gave me a splendid birthday spanking/paddling last month. But I’ve also been missing the big events this past year+, too, due to funds and family and such.
This past weekend was our final double header for the year (yay!). Friday was crazy busy, more people in the door than we’ve had all but one other time, and it only missed that mark by four, I believe. If we’d had full staff, we’d have hit it. Saturday, however, and possibly because of this, was pretty quiet and slow. Which means, he and I got to actually play.
We started with a boot blacking. A friend (and play-partner to him) had questions, so I invited her to watch. His other girlfriend popped in about half-way through, too. So we had a nice little group together for it. Learning, sharing, and boot blacking.
As that scene broke up, he pulled me over his knee for a quick OTK bare-handed spanking. Which was nice, if awkwardly balanced. Warmed me up and got my blood flowing after sitting still for the boots.
Shortly after, he dragged me up to the little stage for a suspension. Excitement spiking, and curiosity. It has been so long. He quickly puts a no-arm chest harness on me. Very solid and tight. My ribs and shoulders start out a bit cranky, but as I remember to breathe, it sinks in quite nicely. Slipping nicely into the edge of space.
Then he starts working on the Moco hip harness we learned all those years ago at Snowbound. This one doesn’t come back quite as cleanly. Being at the club, we’re not allowed to reference the photos we took at the time out in the open. We struggle to remember, and try a few different ways, eventually settling on close-enough. It feels solid to me, though he seems disappointed.
Then we start rigging up to the ring. Gods, I dislike the first part, when me chest is being pulled at such an awkward angle. Then he rigs my waist and I’m up in the air. We adjust, getting my legs up high enough to put the weight on my chest. I drop pretty quickly, my hands curled up by my check. It’s still a bit painful on my thighs, so he puts my ankles up, too. Now, I just want to sleep in the ropes.
Suspended there, so deep in rope space, more comfortable in ropes than I’ve been in a long while. He wraps my head and runs a line up to the ring. It’s a little awkward, but we make it work. He rocks me a bit, and a slight spin. Gods, this is so comfortable, I just want to hang forever.
But eventually, reality sets in, and I ask him to take me down before my ribs start screaming. I almost time it right, the lower ribs just begin to scream by the time my feet hit the floor.
Once I’m standing, we chat a bit about how it was, while he takes the tie off, hip-harness first, then chest. We wrap up the ropes, and after a few, he heads off to the DJ booth to check the Snowbound photos.
He returns as I finish up the wrapping and grabs a bundle. He’s reminded himself how it works. And quickly goes through the tie, reminding me, too, so we’ll both remember next time. Nice and solid and easy, once we’ve remembered.
He comments on the time, only half-way through the night, he says time is dragging. For me though, we’ve just spent half the night focused on each other, and I couldn’t be happier. I thank him again, with hugs and kisses and clean up the rope once more.
I’m on a high the rest of the night, watching his other scenes, and the others around the room.
