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| tiggerGlasgow |
on Mon 14 Feb 11, 1:16 PM to tiggerGlasgow's blog.
Well I've still not landed from a fabulous weekend. Friday night was an odd mix of nilla and kinky, going to the pub and to a nilla club type thing with rope on under my clothes made for a very bouncy tigger rather than a tired sleepy tigger, even by 3am. When I go out roped up under clothes, it's done because I like the feeling of rope, the smell of rope (when it's hemp) and not through any desire to be discovered or to shock unsuspecting members of the public. It's like being hugged all night even when SP isn't sitting on the opposite side of the table to me.
Saturday rolled around and dinner at a local carvery with some fellow kinkies pre-Rebound made for a very civilised start to the evening. Two escapology bunnies later a hide tanning from SP and thing got interesting.
I had ropes around the wrists of my accomplice in mischief, she was knelt on a spanking bench and I'd just secured one of the ropes to the bench when disaster struck. The fire alarm went off.
I have never been more grateful that I'd placed a quick release on the line securing somebody to a bench. I'd also never been more grateful for the timing of a fire alarm. If it'd gone off earlier during either of the escapology sessions it'd have meant EMT shears time. I suppose it brought home to me how important it is to have my shears to hand, despite not having to use them.
Thankfully after a few minutes of milling around outside the Fire Brigade gave us the all clear to go back into the the building. It'd had been a false alarm in one of other parts of the building. Back to the bench for the accomplice and I and I got to be vicious. Really vicious. And I got to crack myself up at the same time. It's an odd sensation cracking up laughing whilst laying full force with a flogger. MY accomplice was laughing too which just made me worse which made her worse. By the time I'd finished, I was soaked in sweat and wasn't far off of panting. But damned I'd had fun and, more importantly, so had the accomplice.
My sides were still ok at this point, but then it was my turn again. A combination of SP and an assistant meant that I was yelping and laughing, laughing and yelping until my sides and my face hurt.
Well yes my bum hurt too.
All topped off with a nice wind down on Sunday with SP and a house guest. Damned life is good.
Edited Mon 14 Feb 11, 6:31 PM by tiggerGlasgow
| 15 Feb 11, 6:30 PM MissLioness UK(LS), 5 yrs |
Sounds like you had a fabulous time hugsssss  |
