A First Time In Public

A First Time In Public
This was originally posted to a mail list. The names have been changed to nicknames, but all people named have given their permission to reprint this here as well as as on the mail list.

August, 1998

As Jay mentioned earlier, he attended a Phoenix Society meeting here in Baltimore. I accompanied Jay as his submissive. And yes, he is as nice and sweet and gentle and Domly in real life as he is here. I had only been to one Phoenix meeting before, myself, and I did not stay for the play afterwards, so I knew that this was going to be a first for both of us...the novice Dom and the neverdoneanythingbeforeinpublic submissive. Well, thanks to the kindness of Lady Arien and tilion and the other fine people there at Phoenix, it was a wonderful and enlightening experience.

We got there early enough to look around the clubhouse, check out the wonderful items shown by a vendor, The Toy Bag (http://www.toybag.com/)..i want one of everything!..and even talk to some of the other people there. I will tell you that, even though I felt very safe and comfortable with Jay, and even knew a few others there, I was still nervous.

Tilion gave the presentation, about BDSM resources on the Internet, and a fine job he did, too! One thing it did bring home to me is that, those of us who have met or spend a lot of time here tend to forget that there is a whole kinky world out there that has nothing to do with computers or the Internet or IRC or any of that. I know that I need to be reminded that there are probably a lot of people new to IRC or mIRC or chat who are long-time, experienced lifestyle dominants or submissives and that I should not confuse experience in one area with experience in another.

Anyway, after the presentation, the two play rooms were opened up for public play. Now, mind you, this is a support group that sponsors these programs and you must pay to join or attend an event. Further, safety and fire codes state that no more than 50 can be in the clubhouse at any one time, it being one of Baltimore's famous rowhouses, so it was not the same, I am sure, as a large play party or club. In addition, club members act as monitors and are careful to make sure that club rules are obeyed (for instance, no penetration or blood sport) and that all activities are done in a safe, sane and consentual manner.

Both rooms are equipped with lots of hooks and rings and chains on the walls and ceiling, many of which are sturdy enough for suspension play. I noticed a medical table, spanking horse (I think that's what it was) and tables too. I did notice that people brought their own toys...everyone had a sport-type bag...mine is an Oriole bag. However, where ropes were used, the subject got to keep the rope and new rope was used each time. The lights came down, many candles were lit, and approprite music filled the air.

Being so new to all of this, Jay and I had just planned on watching, but, while talking to Lady Arien, she told us about something called a zipper and we just had to see how it worked. She was very sweet to offer to show Jay and I held out my arm at first..but that did not work too well. Now, this is where I first shocked myself. Looking into his eyes and knowing this was what he wanted, I opened the top buttons on my dress and offered Jay the use of my breasts to practice on. I was aware that there were other men standing around and watching, but somehow, it did not matter, because this was for Jay. It took a bit of practice...and I hope to do more, but we were able, with Lady Arien's wonderful assistance, to leave some lovely zipper marks on my breasts. Next time...initials?

The slapping sounds of a flogger on bare flesh, and concurrnent moans came to us from the other room, so we wandered in there, quietly, to watch a naked woman being flogged by someone who was obviously a master at it. We watched some others being flogged, both with many tails and single tails, paddles and other things, too, while their arms were cuffed to chains over their heads. I think that the most interesting....and arresting thing we watched was the wax play.

A naked woman was laying on drop cloth on the carpeted floor of one room, her arms and legs bound in an wonderful system of ropes and small pulleys. As she lay there, on her back, the dominant dropped candle wax on her from a plain white candle. I am not sure I could tell the moans of pain from the moans of pleasure. She "yellowed" at one point and the dominant stopped immediately to make sure she was alright. I believe that he was also using ice on her body as well. As her writhing and moaning increased, it looked like the dominant was either stroking her or at least pulling on the rope that must have run right over her clit, but it was pretty obvious that the combination of pain and pleasure brought her to climax. I think that both Jay and were holding our breath. I know what I want to do next time!

The thing that really struck me about watching all of the play was the evident and obvious care the dominants showed towards their submissives. Floggings always ended with soft, gentle furs or cloth, then hugs and holding. The dominants often stopped to check on the submissives, making sure it was ok to continue. The woman who was laying naked and spent on the floor after the wax play was stroked, conmforted and protected as she returned to the here and now.

It was that obvious caring and real feeling for the submissives that really struck me and made me want all the more to give the way they had. I am not an exhibitionist myself, but I also felt, for the first time, how it felt to really give of one's self for one's dominant, no matter where you are. For the first time I really knew how it felt to have one's conciousness directed ONLY towards pleasing one's dominant, without regard to how it felt to me. Baring my breasts like that was, in light of what we saw, a small thing, perhaps, but it was a big step for me, and one which only makes me want to take many, many more. I would also like to say that, for a novice like me, and a cowardly one at that, a place like Phoenix is a wonderful place to go to learn and meet people. It was a safe and caring environment and the people were friendly and helpful. Check out your own local support groups!

I'll try here to explain the zipper. It takes clothespins and rope, though not as thick as the cotton rope we used. Basically, it is as if you are clipping the rope to the subject...most often breast or ass. Put a knot in one end of the rope and place the first clothespin there, clipping to the body part of choice. Continue on up, down, around the body, clipping the rope to the body in whatever pattern you choose. Standard safety procedures say to not leave the clothespins on any longer than 15 minutes. At the end of the time period, the dominant pulls sharply on the end of the rope, pulling all the clothespins off and causing a most exquisite pain/pleaure. leaving a lovely set of marks that look like...tadaaa!...a zipper!