So, it’s finally happening. Sir and I are going out into the kinky world. We are going to spread our wings and join the world of the BDSM community. Can you tell I’m excited?
And possibly making this bigger than it is? It’s a slosh event. Not a play party. We’re going to a regular restaurant. I will probably wear ‘regular’ clothes (at Sir’s choosing, of course). But it is just drinks and bar food and conversation. And I don’t care one bit, I’m practically jumping up and down.
I love talking to you all. Talking at you is probably more accurate. But the idea of talking to others, in person, about our lifestyle and exchanging ideas sounds thrilling. Just the chance to meet others in our community. And the general enjoyment of a night off from the kids. They love their time with grandma, so I don’t have to feel guilty. But while I might mention them in passing, I don’t have to have endless conversations about poop and iPad games and whether or not the baby is touching you. Even my talks with vanilla moms tend to end in bathroom stories and bedtime tips.
Hell, even if we only meet a few nice people, it will be a chance to have a conversation about punishment and rope bondage without having to come up with code words so the kids can’t follow along. I just hope that I don’t come across as a needy teenager meeting my favorite band.
Is it a little more obvious now that I do better at writing than talking to people? Just writing about talking to people and I sound awkward and weird. Maybe I will just let Sir do most of the talking and I will just use this first meeting to take it all in.