Corner
By Gray Lily | November 17, 2009
I learned several months ago that Michael kept me off the guest list of one particular monthly play party for at least a year. He went to the party, with Susan and later with Susan and Jennifer, but he never invited me and surely never went so far as to suggest the host add me to the invitation list. I suspect he wanted to keep that small venue to himself and have at least one place where I could not interfere with his little game of chess.
Just because nobody puts Baby (or Gray, as the case may be) in a corner, I got myself invited last week. I approached the host, with whom I have shared several conversations over the last two months, and asked sweetly if I could be included in his event. He fairly leapt at the chance and chided me playfully for not having asked earlier. Michael and Susan were removed from the list shortly after this whole thing erupted and I have taken their place with gleeful abandon.
Jennifer is a regular attendee of these parties, as are Chris and Elliot and Frank and Heather and just about everyone else with whom I associate at other parties. I felt right at home. The host and hostess were glad to see me, the other guests swarmed when they sensed new blood, and I realized I have lost that wide-eyed, wandering uncertainty I used to feel when I was alone in new surroundings. Now I feel confident, comfortable in making my own decisions, and satisfied that I am able to make the right choices. If I want to play, I find someone to play with. If I want to sit and watch, I sit and watch. The stiffness has gone out of my spine along with the fear and frustration in my heart.
I spent the first hour at the party getting a feel for the atmosphere, talking to Jennifer, cursing Michael, and eating. I was in a mood to play but my “play date” for the evening was running late. Zach and I had made plans two days prior, at the last party, and I was curious what he might do without the availability of hardpoints and plenty of room to suspend me.
Zach is the rigger who has recently been treating me to the wonders of flying. He is an experienced and skilled rope top best known for his careful attention to detail, his unflagging work ethic, and his devil-may-care social attitude. I’ve known him for a couple years but I had no idea his skills also extended as far as canes, spanking, and aftercare. Fortunately he was more than willing to show me. Show as in demonstrate on my backside.
I spent a blissful hour laid out on a massage table while Zach made excellent use of three of his canes, then snuggled into him on the couch for the next hour as I drifted back to reality and watched Jennifer get teased, spanked, and caned. All in all, a lovely, satisfying, and happy evening. I could really, really get used to this “being single” and “being in charge of myself” thing.
Topics: others, play party |
November 18th, 2009 at 2:20 am
lovely
particularly your confidence
November 18th, 2009 at 6:16 am
Gray Lily, now this makes me very happy for you.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
November 18th, 2009 at 6:31 am
Sounds wonderful!
I’m so glad you had such a good time.
There is fun to be had “being single” and in charge of yourself!
November 18th, 2009 at 8:09 am
I’m very proud of you…
November 19th, 2009 at 1:38 pm
whoop! good for you xxx