Posted by cerrynn1 on Mon 12 Jan 04, 10:41 AM to cerrynn1's blog.
For various complicated reasons, I learned about Matou's recent visitation from Loki, God of Mischief, in the same way all of you learned about it: reading about it in his weblog. You can imagine my ... surprise?
As the realisation of what had happened, and what *could* have happened, sunk in, I first had a hysterical crying fit ... and those of you who read my weblog about crying know that this is *not* something I do very often. It was as much tears of relief as anything, though ... relief that Matou *was* all right. I then poured myself a rather large glass of brandy (for medicinal purposes only, you understand!) and started reflecting on Things in General. It occurred to me that the God of Mischief has enjoyed playing little tricks on us for most of our relationship ... although this latest gambit on Loki's part is among the more dramatic of his efforts. I thought that perhaps recalling one of his more benign tricks might appease him somewhat and persuade him to leave us alone for a bit!
Also, in light of recent events, I had been thinking of contributing something a bit lighter in tone. While Matou and I have both implied that we would probably not be posting any more scene descriptions, the following *is* a "scene description" of sorts, although not a typical one. It is, nevertheless, one of my happiest memories (perhaps "silliest memories" is more accurate), one I revisit from time to time when I feel the need to cheer myself up. So without further ado allow me to offer to Loki, God of Mischief, and to you, our illustrious readers ... The Tale Of The Runaway Vibrator.
Early in our acquaintance and play together, I had mentioned to Matou that a remote-controlled vibrator was something I would like to try sometime. Lovely and thoughtful dominant that he is, he went out and purchased one for me as a surprise. The next time we were getting ready to go out to a club (Rapture at Ceasar's, as it happens), he told me to drop my knickers and bend over. Ooh! In it went, with much anticipation on both our parts of amusing torments to come.
We had an excellent time at Rapture for the next couple of hours, with him zapping me at appropriate times (and more than a few inappropriate times as well!) None of the friends we were with knew what was going on. Yet, that is.
Then ... we got up to play. For those of you who have not yet been to Ceasars, the dungeon equipment is typically situated partly on a central wooden dance floor area which is one step below the floor level of the main room. Then there will be a few pieces on one side of the dance floor, *up* one step. Usually, we prefer benches or other pieces of kit which allow me to be partially or completely horizontal, but on this night the only piece available was a standing cross, located on the "one step up" area. Ok, that's fine. We went over, Matou bound me to the cross, and all was set for a splendid scene.
Just one little problem. I was at that time (spring 2002) in the habit of *not* wearing knickers when I knew there was a good chance of us playing. On this occasion, Matou had instructed me in advance that I *should* wear knickers that night (to hold the vibrator in place). I, not knowing the purpose when I chose my underwear, decided to wear a rather minimal thong secured by ribbons on the side ... a thong that did not exactly fit in a snug and secure fashion.
You can probably anticipate what happened next.
I was tied spread eagled. Matou was whispering evil sweet nothings in my ear. I was getting all excited, and kind of slippery, and ...
Suddenly there was this "THUD-thu-thudthud-rollllll" sound, as the vibrator dropped out, escaped from my cute little ribbon-secured thong, fell to the floor, rolled to the edge of the elevated area, dropped off the step onto the wooden dance floor, and from there rolled out about twenty feet to the precise center of the main play area. Where it stopped. Finally.
Thank goodness I don't embarrass easily. Both of us absolutely cracked up at this series of events -- and then had to keep our hysterical giggling under wraps as we didn't want to interrupt anyone else's play, but it wasn't easy. Especially when Matou had to go out to the middle of the dungeon/dance-floor to retrieve the runaway vibrator.
We then went on to have an incredibly good scene, amazingly enough. And no one watching ever said *a word* to us about this little performance! Hurray for diplomatic players and friends.
To Matou ... may our *happy* adventures soon continue. I can't wait. Ai shiteru, itsumo ... and I am *so* incredibly glad and relieved that you are all right!
your cerrynn{M}
Edited Mon 12 Jan 04, 11:01 AM by cerrynn1
