Entry tags:

bondage, experiences, fetishwear, mummification, objectification, saran wrap, suspension

9/26/09 - Barn Party
This play party was unique for me, aside from just taking place in a barn, in that it was the first play party where I've actually been played with. I was tied up at a previous party, but there was no play, just chilling out while bound. This time there was play, and it was kinda different having an audience, it was pretty fun.

I arrived in plain clothes, partly because I knew driving in my knew boots would not be very realistic, and also because I wasn't actually sure what I felt like wearing exactly, or if I'd feel like wearing anything fetish at all. I brought a bag with me that had the black outfit, and the ragdoll and silver zentai outfits from awhile back.

The barn contained various rigs to tie people to for scene-ing. The most interesting-looking was a suspension rig hanging from the ceiling. It looked like an oversize trapeze, a large triangle that cuffs could be fixed to, attached to a pulley at the ceiling allowing the height to be adjustable. Several of us tried out swinging on it a little. A friend pointed also out to me a ladder that went to a second level area without walls, that he thinks would be perfect for a puppet scene if some pullies and things were set up over there. Perhaps at another barn party we'll figure out how to make that happen.

After chit-chatting and hanging out for several hours, I was starting to feel a little more comfortable and at ease (social gatherings always make me a little nervous), and decided I'd give the outfit with the new boots a go. When I mentioned I'd brought a corset I was thinking of wearing, two girls I'd been chatting with both offered to help tighten it for me.

I was kind of unsure if the boots were going to work in this setting. If the heels were more pointy, walking around on hay and uneven ground wouldn't have worked the greatest. But these heels are a bit chunky, so I decided to give it a try. Not only was the hay alright (other than this one potential trip spot that was hidden under the hay, but I luckily discovered before even putting the boots on), but I even managed to walk fine on the uneven dirt ground outside. One girl commented she couldn't get how I could walk so easily on this ground outside...I'm not entirely sure myself.

What I wasn't expecting was all the attention my shiny outfit got. I guess I didn't really think about it until I'd stepped out of the little dressing room, but not many people were wearing things in this sort of style. People were generally either wearing plain clothes, or less clothes. One girl had a very cool chainmail top that I thought was great. But I kinda stood out, I guess. It wasn't really what I was trying for -- I was really just looking for an excuse to wear the sort of fetish clothing I'm into -- but I suppose I didn't mind the attention, heh.

As I mentioned in that previous entry about the boots, it at times felt like all eyes were on me anytime I'd do something as minor as walk to the snack table to get more water or blow my nose, which made me feel a little bit like a walking object (in a fun, consensual way). At one point I needed to grab something from my bag, and rather than walk all the way around the line of corn bails we were using as seats in these boots, I decided to reach over an empty spot to get to the bag, sort of leaning over a bale while kneeling. I didn't really realize the view of my shiny rump I was giving to the people next to me, until I heard them commenting "oh yes, this is nice" and "yeah, so I'll probably say something dumb, so I'm just going to stop talking." I'm not sure if I was noticeably blushing.

I'm not always the most decisive, so it wasn't until very near the end of the night that I mentioned to one girl who I was pretty sure was interested in tying me up, that I wouldn't mind doing a scene, if she wanted. She'd brought saran wrap, and some different items to use for sensation play. A couple of these items were floggers, but of a lighter variety. One of them was a flogger that looked like it was just a group of thin string-like rope. Being "hit" with it felt lighter than even being hit by a pillow.

For the record, light flogging isn't a hard limit for me. Anytime someone who wants to play asks how I feel about floggers, I say that I don't mind it as long as it remains light and more massage-like, but it also does pretty much nothing for me on a kinky level. It's one of those things I allow partly out of this worry I sometimes have that the top might get bored. No toy wants you to get bored with it. ;-)

So, the scene went like this. I'm trying to keep it short, because I have a tendency to ramble on at times. My wrists were cuffed in suspension cuffs, which were attached to the oversize trapeze I mentioned earlier. I was tempted for them to adjust the height to wear i'd be just slightly unable to touch the ground, but then I realized all the weight would be on my wrists and I'd get tired too soon. So it was adjusted to where I could rest my feet on the ground somewhat, or could be off the ground depending on how I angled my ankles.

The suspension rig was especially nice for saran wrap bondage. One of the worries whenever saran wrap bondage is done is making sure the person doesn't fall over once they have lost a certain degree of mobility, since you generally need them standing while you wrap. Because my arms were over my head, the couldn't exactly be mummified with the rest of my body, but I did get wrapped up to my armpits. A towel was place over my chest and wrapped over, making it easier to cut a hole there for later access. Since I couldn't exactly hold the towel in place myself while it was wrapped, it was held by the girl who helped tighten my corset earlier, who was also helping out with the scene.

I can't really tell you about what all was done to me, because I was blindfolded. My entire face was covered with vet wrap, with cotton balls over my eyes so I couldn't see through it, as well as over my ears. It didn't completely block sound, but it did muffle it quite a bit. It probably helped relax me, too, that I couldn't actually hear many of the comments from the people watching, I could only hear the "dungeon music," and whatever was being said by someone standing next to me.

While wrapping, there were some funny moments once I no longer had full mobility, where the process of wrapping me was causing me to spin with it. The pulley at the ceiling isn't currently meant to be spun like that, so after spinning almost 360 degrees in one direction, they stopped and spun me quick the other way, then tried to keep me in place. All of this was completely out of my control, which was very amusing. I wasn't even entirely sure which way I was facing, only had a guess.

I could talk through the vet wrap, though it was a little awkward. The more I talked, the more it kind of wrapped itself around my lips, like it was going in my mouth ever so slightly (but not really inside it). Looking at pictures of the scene are funny because you can see the basic shape of my open mouth imprinted in this "mask." I'm sure it looked kind of funny/strange when I would talk.

A hole was cut into the wrap at my chest, and the towel removed (the towel is used to keep from cutting the skin, and the catsuit). The unfortunate thing about the catsuit is that it slightly mutes any sensation play items you're trying to use, and you can't use anything that might be slightly poke-y on it. And because of the corset, the zipper in the front doesn't zip down very far. This leaves the breasts as pretty much the main area of focus then. Not that I consider this a bad thing. ;-)

The girl leading the scene commented that she was loving my reactions, and how I'd kind of try to lean away even though I clearly wasn't going anywhere. The interesting thing was that the second girl would sometimes join in on the touching, and then wander off or I don't know what for awhile. So I'd be feeling just one or two hands doing things, and then at completely random times I'd suddenly feel three or four hands. It really played with my head sometimes, in a fun kind of way. There was one point in particular where I felt hands all over me, two hands rubbing my arms and shoulders while hands played with my breasts, and that was feeling very very nice.

By this point, I could barely comment intelligibly. As things progressed, I sort of slowly drifted off into la-la land, no longer entirely there. I was aware that I was wiggling about quite a bit when things were feeling particularly good. I can only imagine how it looked to the people watching. But by this point, I was no longer there enough to really care. My internal monologue had shut down to the point where the only thoughts that were registering were "ooo, that feels nice" or "oh, that doesn't feel so nice."

And not everything felt nice, as it happens. She tried a little flogging, which was okay, but seemed to notice it wasn't really getting any reaction from me. She also asked permission of she could try kneeing me in the butt, lol, I guess like a variation of spanking. But spanking likewise doesn't really do anything for me, and her knee actually hurt more than I was expecting it to. It wasn't super painful or anything, but it was more than I was comfortable with. Didn't really dig that part.

About the only thing I'm into that could be placed in the category of "S&M" would be light nipple torture. Though I prefer it to remain fairly light. Perhaps you'd call it nipple frustration, lol. But there gets to be a point where they've had too much torture, and then no variety of touch feels fun anymore. And at the very end of the scene, it did get to that point unfortunately. I'm not sure if it was noticeable enough that she picked up on it, but not longer after that point she'd asked if I was ready to be done. Thing is, by this point I was off in la-la land, right? She was looking for a simple yes or no answer, but all I could mumble is I dunno. After more internal deliberation, I decided that if my nipples no longer "feel nice," it's probably best I be done.

Before she took the vet wrap off, she let me know that things were going to seem a little bright, but I still wasn't it expecting it to be *that* bright. Took a full minute or so before my eyes adjusted. Or maybe it just seemed that long. Everything sounded louder, too...having had been able to hear somewhat, I hadn't really realized until that moment just how muffled the sound around me had been. I also recall feeling a little disoriented until I had been able to sit down on one of the bales...which I think I actually needed to be pointed in the direction of, heh. And I mostly just sat quietly, in contemplation, while I regained my senses.

I'm not really sure how long I was bound for. I can tell you that once I sat down, there was only a half hour until the scheduled end of the party, but no idea what time the scene started. It might've been around an hour maybe? How much more or less, I couldn't tell you. But after 30 minutes of rest (which flew by way faster than it seemed), I was feeling a lot more with it and chattative again (or about as chattative as I get).

Though I have to say, one of the biggest surprises is that my feet were not sore at all by the end of the night. Surprisingly comfortable platform heels.

GALLERY

A boot shot:



A bewb shot:


(They're not petite, they're fun size. Yeah?)