Needless to say, I was both a little nervous and very excited about this. Nervous because I was afraid I would offend someone, giggle uncontrollably, or start shrieking, "turpentine!! TURPENTINE!!" when someone tried to shake my hand. Excited because it was something new and I'm a sucker for doing shit that makes me insanely uncomfortable.
Miss Tejota and I met up before the meeting for a little liquid courage and we discussed what we expected out of the evening, which really wasn't much of a discussion. I mean, I had a million scenarios running through my head but I really had no idea what expect. Would they be in head-to-toe leather? Assless chaps? Would I sneeze (accidentally giving consent) and suddenly find myself hog-tied with a cock in my mouth?
I knew, in the back of my mind, that 99% of these people are just like everyone else, but I still couldn't stop my imagine from running wild.
Despite all the various scenarios I had come up with, I can say the one thing that absolutely did NOT run through my head was that the meeting would be held in a, oh, I don't know, a motherfucking DINER, so imagine our shock and surprise when we found ourselves standing in front of one, address in hand, that night.
Massive bouts of oh-mah-gahd-what-do-we-DO-now?? giggling ensued. I mean, I figured this would be in a private room, or maybe a dungeon, but a diner? Really? It threw me off so completely that I almost wanted to bail out and run away. Eventually we stopped laughing, pulled up our big-girl panties and marched right in there, where we immediately made a beeline for the bathroom.
More massive bouts of giggling ensued. Except this time, all the BDSM people could hear our hysterics.
Thankfully, not many had arrived at that point so Miss Tejota and I positioned ourselves at the end of the table (easy escape route) and I grinned gassily at each person who showed up. And because I was already feeling really awkward and uncomfortable, my body decided to up the ante and I was sweating like a fucking whore in church.
The attendees ran the gamut of gender, size, race and age. Some folks were decidedly more S&M-y- looking while others looked like your stereotypical sweet little Grandma type (who has been into the scene for 35 years and likes to be tied up, by the way).
Needless to say, Fifty Shades did not attend the meeting.
We met up with a really lovely couple who were new to the scene and we spent a good deal of time just chatting and shooting the shit. Overall, everyone was extremely friendly and polite, though some were a little more stand offish than others. There was really only one guy who exuded a (major!) creep factor and he sat next to Miss Tejota. Afterward, she would point out that he looked like the Dom version of Billy Mays and I couldn't disagree.
The one thing we did not do, and what I WAS expecting, was actually talk about the BDSM lifestyle.
I was disappointed because that was pretty much the whole point of us going.
After about forty five minutes of mingling, Miss Tejota and I were getting a tad antsy so she went up to lady running the meeting and discovered that basically the meeting was a hey-what's-up-okay-let's-all-go-to-the-S&M-Club-down-the-street type thing.
S&M Club? Scenes? Um, what? This, I was not prepared for. Not monetarily OR mentally. Miss Tejota and I looked at each other, shook our heads slightly and bowed out.
Here's the thing. I would have gone if I had known about it (I clearly did NOT do my homework). I had not discussed the possibility of going to an actual S&M club with ML and didn't feel right about it. In general, we don't exactly ask each other permission to do things. Our conversation regarding the upcoming Foooorks trip went a little like this:
Me: Hey! Guess what I'm doing at the end of September?? I'm going to Foooorks with a bunch of readers and stuff.But there is something entirely different about going to a club where I would watch people being punished or dominated or... whatever happens in those clubs and I figured it wouldn't be right to go without discussing it first.
ML: Okay, have fun. Don't die. (He ends a lot of conversations this way, especially when it comes to my trips, plans or ideas.)
Also, it was twenty bucks to get in.
And there was no booze. Fuck that.
Miss Tejota and I retired to a local pub and mulled over the possibility of going again, and actually going to the club this time. I'll admit it - I'm insanely curious.
There are many of us who are really into the D/s fan fiction, myself included, that it's made me want to see what it's really about. Now, I know that there are a lot of you who aren't into that sort of thing and, frankly, I think I'd just rather keep the edginess of those kinds of stories to my fantasies, but... it's there nonetheless. I want to know why so many of us are interested in it. Or what "it" really is.
And the only way to figure this out is to do a little research, even if it results in me, red-faced, as I stutter a greeting to a bunch of strangers or cowering in a diner restroom, trying to stifle the maniacal giggling that only occurs when I'm really, really nervous.
I need to know. And I want to share what I learn with y'all.
Currently, ML is extremely uncomfortable with the prospect of me going to a legitimate S&M club. I'm working on him so he'll be okay with it.
I'll keep y'all posted.
[NOTE: To anyone who has stumbled upon this post that is part of the lifestyle - I'm in no way mocking you. I'm genuinely curious. However, we try to be as honest as we possibly can, whether it's positive or negative... and always include a laugh or two. Because that's important. Especially if you're about to get a spanking.]
[NOTE: To anyone who does not agree with this lifestyle - that's cool too. We just ask that everyone be respectful.]