oops, i lost my virginity
I lost my ‘public nudity’ virginity at TESfest without a single thought, it seems.
I didn’t even really give it a second thought until I thought about Folsom and the possibility of MORE public nudity. It seems I shed my clothes without too much hesitation. I think it was just that I was so excited about… well… being suspended for the first time.
I met a guy named Josh during a foot massage I got on the first night at TESfest. We made chitchat about TESfest and what we liked, and I talked about how this was my first time at a fetish event. We would run into each other throughout the event, and one of the things I expressed to him was a longing to be suspended. Josh said he would ask around discreetly and see what could happen. A day later, Josh came up to Sir and I in the bar and asked the question, “Are you still interested in being suspended?”
Uh, heck yes!
I actually don’t remember too much about the negotiation beforehand. The man who suspended me, Richard Cordage, was very patient and respectful and asked Sir if I was allowed to be naked in front of people. We sat around a table in the bar and him and Sir discussed all the aspects of my suspension.
I was just SO excited about the prospect of it. Looking back, I feel like that has to be the only reason why I didn’t hesitate more in taking all of my clothes off in front of a group of people. There was a small crowd gathered. However, most people just walked on by. We hovered near a piece of equipment and pounced when a couple was done with their aftercare and cleaning up the space.
Sir was present the entire time, to observe how a suspension happens and make sure I was okay. As Richard was laying down the foundation ropes, Sir looked warily at the equipment.
“What’s wrong, Sir?” I asked, feeling myself getting giddy.
“This is supposed to hold you up?” Sir asked as He tugged on the apparatus. But after a while, He relaxed, and Sir was intently watching as the ropes began to criss cross my body.
I was suspended horizontally. I never realized how MUCH rope is used. I felt giddy and excited and I could NOT stop giggling. I had pigtails on. I wasn’t suspended very high. When my feet left the ground, all the thoughts drained from my mind. I was just… floating. Happy. I wish this could be more detailed and descriptive, but the truth is, I don’t remember much.
I remember a general happy and content feeling as I was suspended, naked, from the apparatus. Sir gently pushed me and I twirled slowly. I giggled. To my disappointment, I was only suspended for a few minutes before things started tingling and falling asleep so I had to be untied.
When my feet hit the floor, I was even more giggly and floaty and incredibly horny than I was in the air.
“Uh oh, maybe we should go sit down and talk about how this made you feel.” Richard said as he and Sir led me over to a couch. I was so out of it and incredibly horny. We talked and Richard had to slowly tease out of me my feelings about the suspension, because I was too out of it to articulate anything meaningful. Richard scribbled down his email address on the back of my name tag. I was giggly between the two of them as I cuddled with Sir.
I’m still really surprised with myself and how easily I agreed to basically peel off my clothes in front of strangers. I think that’s one of the beautiful things about BDSM, what it shows you about yourself. That experience taught me about my spontaneity! I think I would still be pretty comfortable undressing in public. Who knows what could happen at Folsom Fringe.
What sticks out the most, for me, is that it’s a true sign of how much I’ve grown and changed since I first acknowledged the fact I had an interest in BDSM. I’ve grown A LOT. The “old me” would never have gotten undressed in a room full of people.
It makes me excited for what else I can learn about myself.
