whirlwind
Whirlwind is a good word to describe TESfest2008. Constant activity and motion, a desire to see everything. It overwhelms you.
I can’t even begin to talk about the myriad of things I learned and saw and felt. What stands out to me, right now, was the impromptu scene Sir and I did the first night we were there.
Now, being in dungeons makes me nervous. Combine that with the intense nature of BDSM events (people who wait months to be able to play intense, hardcore scenes that they don’t usually play) and just the sheer overwhelming number of people, it makes me fidget and be nervous.
Sir and I got dressed and went down to the dungeon. Even though Sir was at my side, I was still nervous. Being in the dungeon made me downright uneasy, because I just kept hearing women screaming and crying, and even though deep down I KNEW they were safe and okay, I still felt on edge. Sir could tell I was anxious. As we walked around the dungeon, we spotted an empty padded table. He sat me on the table, lifted my skirt, and started to spank me.
I started laughing.
I didn’t know why I was laughing, I just started. He swatted me harder. I kept laughing. Loudly. Unabashedly. There we were, women and men grunting, crying, screaming in various levels of pain, and I’m hysterically laughing. He keeps spanking, spanking, spanking me. He actually has to stop because His hand started throbbing. He was absolutely hitting my ass much harder than normal. I almost couldn’t breathe it was so funny.
