Anticipation

I have been invited by a friend to join for a play party tomorrow night. She is a very active organiser of events, head of a politically active special interest group for BDSM, a well educated scholar and a visually stunning lady. She is also a bisexual switch and painslut, who is already fantasizing about Me and My leather strap coming to stay with her for a long week-end.

I am frantically doing laundry, trying to prepare for three days of being "on", as I suspect she'll keep Me engaged, physically and intellectually, until I fall asleep on the train to the airport. The last time we shared a room, we spent half the night chatting. It's that kind of chemistry. So you can imagine, I really don't want to disappoint her.

So, how does a Dominant Bitch prepare to go visit one of the few who have made an impact in the last year?

First, I have been shopping. Not for toys, but for underwear. It's a lot more important with another woman than with a man. A man will not notice what I wear the moment his dick starts getting hard. She'll appreciate it, envy it, touch it and realise the effort I put into it. To dress beautifully with another woman is a language in itself, she will know I have dressed for her, and she'll understand what it says.

Second comes the toys. I know she is a slut for thuddy. Now I happen to love canes, and she does not like them at all. Being a switch and a masochist rather than a submissive, she's pretty clear on what she likes. But I know what I like too, and I like canes. Quandry, isn't it? I am going to try to get around that by bringing some very special canes. I have two heavy, thuddy ones. I'll try to find a piece of luggage that will take a cane, but not leave Me travelling with a giant suitcase for a week-end. The leather strap she loves is easy to pack, luckily. The heavy, thuddy flogger isn't here, it's staying with My collared male pet, and I won't be able to get it before I leave.

She doesn't like to be tied. She wants to be told to hold still. That's the biggest mental challenge for Me. The process of applying ropes puts Me into a state of mind where I am in control. I love the actual helplessness, the restrictions that underline My absolute control. When I just tell them to stand still it's their choice, not Mine. How do I process that into control for Me, rather than her whim?

I'll still bring some ropes though. We will be going out twice while I am there, to play. We may play with others - she's one of My favourite co-tops, wonderfully inventive and cruel, and she laughs all the time while she hits. Quite likely I'll give her a thorough beating before we go, then we pick on some of the victims there together. Then I'll let her thank Me for being such a good Domme afterwards.

That's one of the things I love about her. She tells Me and shows Me that she appreciates what I do. No floating subspace where she needs loads of aftercare - she does get cuddly and stays very, very close after a good spanking - but she is absolutely there, and makes it clear she's there for Me. It makes My belly tingle to think about what she can do to demonstrate her appreciation. And that brings Me to: Do I bring the dildo? I think I do. Who knows what may come up? And it's not like the cane, a dildo and a harness is easy to pack.

And I need the needles. And a knife. I want to scratch angel wings into somebody's back before this is over. It's almost Christmas, after all. So some kind of desinfectant, preferably alcohol based, for increased sensation. Angel wings. Knife. Pain.

I am wet.