Had it all planned out. The three of us ride in together, set up, Bratting as Service class, scene with Him, scene with new partner, then DM, tear down and home. Then came a really rough week, and the storms. It became just the two of us riding in, while He made work calls. Outside the calls, it was nice to spend time and chat.
There were lots of volunteers for set up, so that went about normal. I was asked to help with one of the Bratting demos, which was amusing. It involved kneeling to a non-partner, so I warned them both. Cuz that always feels a little weird.
Through class, he was fiddling with some of the lights, and when it ended, I went to claim a high point. But he was still working on the lights. They wouldn’t turn on the spotlight for our flogging station, and they really need light over there.
I eventually abandon the hard point and it is scooped up. Trying to help with the lights, but mostly just staying out of the way. Lights don’t quite get where He wants them, but he lets it go and pulls out the new rope.
We both have new synthetic from Twisted Monk anf I wanted to give it a try. He’s been working on His single column knot for ages, and so starts up a chest harness and then waist-thigh harness with that. It is not behaving, twisting and rolling strangely. But he keeps retying until it behaves. Rope tight and comfy on my body, holding me securely and happy.
Then one of the event runners arrived to say the electric boxes are on the fritz. They are 80 year old antiques, so this is not unusual, but he is stressing over it and it sounds like there aren’t enough working to finish the night. Scene it paused as we go to investigate. Pulling out fresh boxes for them and taking the malfunctioning two to the bar to fix.
New partner and wife come to check on me, and he sticks around to learn. He and I spend the better part of the hour working on those boxes, showing new partner how they work. One, that was pristine with an original capacitor, has had too much wax melt out, and needs it replaced. The other’s plates are out of alignment and the knob’s screw is too corroded to function properly. Neither one can be fully fixed on site.
It is now 11, we have missed our window, and the suspension rigs are all still packed. He takes off the rope and sends me off with my new partner bidding him to beat the stress out of me. A kiss and love you are exchanged, we will try again another time.
New partner and I wander to the back, but everywhere is packed. So, he wraps me up in his arms while I let out the frustration for a little while. We head back to the main room, also packed, but the bondage table scene looks like it is wrapping up. So, he holds me tight while we wait. It isn’t what we had planned, but it will work for what is needed. They finished up and head out and we head over.
Undresses me and lays me down on my blanket. One I have from long since past days with GP at the goth club. Pulls out a variety of implements and he sets to work getting me out of my head. A paddle with fluffy fuzz on one side and woven scratchy fibers on the other, it is delicious. A heavy foam bat that gives a nice thud. Gloves with 3D printed poky pads for a lovely extra tight grip. A couple leather slappers for sting to make me squirm. And his teeth, digging hard into flesh to make me moan. Turns me face up for a few more bites, and some kissing. Running my fingers in his hair, looking into his eyes. Safe and wanted.
Then it is midnight and time for my shift. A change of shoes and din the vest. I’ve been so wrapped up that this is also when I see my other friends, chatting here and there while the club empties out.
Lights on and tear down and pack up. I have to get one of the guys into the trailer with me to set things right after I start the pack too far back. But, I do ask for help and that’s progress. It’s been a strange night, so we actually end up going to breakfast with everyone. The extra time with Him is nice, able to talk out the night and have some tasty pancakes. I don’t get home til 5am, but that’s alright and feels almost normal, like old times.
Not a perfect night, but a nice one nonetheless.
