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First Times 
Ok, I’ve been ordered to become a literary genius and write an account of my first experience of the nutters that inhabit the #london_based_bdsm chat channel. And what an experience it was too, I couldn’t have picked a better week to take my first real life step over the BDSM threshold, or in this case, thrashold.
I left work early on the Friday, got the train to London with my mate
Chameleon and we landed on poor Sir^Peter’s doorstep complete with baggage
and nerves (or rather he had to come and find us as we’d gone to the wrong
station, but hey
). We
set off not having much idea of either where we were going, or what we would
find when we got there. We found the Princess Louise pub easily and as soon as
we opened the door, at least 50% of my worries melted away; an immediate,
friendly atmosphere and that was just the pub downstairs.
I’d heard and read about the monthly munches, and had been made to
feel very welcome and at home in the channel; so I was pretty sure I
wasn’t walking into a lions den. However, being greeted by Ganesha[a] was
indeed like lunch being greeted by a hungry lion. I have to mention at this
point that I had in fact been a very naughty girl in channel and had done my
utmost to be a thorn in Ganesha[a]’s side, so was expecting the worst
(hehehe). Picture it: big bloke, mane of white hair, giving me "the look" that
said "my bite can be soooooooo much worse than my bark" and then... he grinned.
PHEW, got away with that one
.
Anyway, there then ensued a whole evening of cuddles, kisses, chatting, more cuddles, a few more kisses… well I think you can gather, it was the friendliest warmest evening I’ve had in a long time.
Saturday - Sadly I didn’t make it to MRK’s roping workshop, but arrived just in time for Ganesha[a]’s flogging workshop. Now this was fortuitous as it kinda prepared me in stages for the rest of the evening. Believe it or not I’ve actually reached the age of 41 without having sat and been faced with another woman’s virtually naked bum. Although at first I wasn’t sure where to look, I soon realised, that this was exactly what I’d come to look at and as the workshop progressed and the ease in the room became contagious, I relaxed and was able to learn some very useful and interesting stuff.
As I said, it was handy that I’d had the gentle introduction in the afternoon because by the time we had got very shakily ready for the play party in the evening I was a complete bag of nerves. When we arrived at the hall the party had been going on for about an hour and we did the girlie thing and dived straight for the loos. I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous but there were cuddles galore again as we bumped into dear moodstone (Isis), ayeesha[G] and of course, a friendly scowl from Ganesha[a]. Now into the party itself...
There were only a couple of people playing at first, which gave us a chance to properly take in our surroundings, see the equipment and get a few more cuddles into the bargain. The size and complexity of the equipment in the hall surprised me, I’d envisaged something akin to the kind of equipment in my local gym but this stuff meant business (eeeeeeeek). It added to the atmosphere that had already begun to build; adventurous and exciting but friendly. There were people there that I hadn’t previously seen but at no time did I feel threatened or uncomfortable. Throughout the evening the activity picked up as more and more people joined in and made use of the equipment. We watched and learned and it was ok to do just that.
After the play party, we decided to go along to Whacko’s, a fetish night held at a club called Sibills. WOW, talk about your starters and main course. This was the most delightful dessert I could have wished for: a veritable feast for the eyes, fantastic music, outfits to die for and again, the friendliest atmosphere that I ever could have imagined. I felt safer during this whole evening than I ever have on a night out in my hometown of Southend. "No" meant no, wherever we were. No one pestered us, everyone was friendly and we felt totally comfortable and at home.
Now I have to mention the next day... talk about culture shock! To be absolutely honest, coming down from this whole weekend of new sensations and visual stimulation was like coming down off a drug. It took a couple of days to get back on my feet mentally. It was such an all-round new experience for me but then I’d gone from the sublime to the ridiculous; not having been out much for years, to this wonderful riot of sense-blowing experience, it’s not surprising I was somewhat stunned by it all.
Would I go again??? At the drop of a hat mate. I’m going to the
next munch, as many London Fetish Fairs as I can get to, and if there’s
another play party... hmmm, yeah I reckon I’ll go along. Who knows? I
might even play
. As
for the fet clubs, look out TG here I come and anywhere else that’ll let
me in
(I’ll be in the play room probably)<weg>.
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