San Francisco, the Folsom Street Fair & My Big Mouth
We are back from San Francisco and the Folsom Street Fair.
I am so sore that I’m having trouble walking and I’m absolutely exhausted.
What a great trip!
First of all, seeing Megan was incredible. She is the second person that I have met after becoming friends on-line (Richard being the first) and she is exactly the person that she seemed to be on-line. Only more 3D, of course. I am batting a thousand - I met both my husband and my best friend on-line. Talk about lucky.
We spent the first day with her and her Master, not doing much of anything, mainly recovering from the looooong drive up (mainly long because we drove a large part of the journey on the Pacific Coast Highway and Richard wanted to stop every five miles to take pictures of seascapes and seals and rocks and…).
It was eye-opening to watch another D/s couple interact. He is much, much stricter than Richard. She was in chains when we got there, and she never sat on the furniture (so I didn’t either, to keep her company) and when she left the room she would walk backwards out of it, so as not to turn her back on him.
I was very bad and teased her about things that I knew she didn’t like. This back-fired occasionally, unfortunately. She brought out this GIANT buttplug that he’d just bought and I said “How could you even fit that in your MOUTH, much less your ass?”
She looked at me with big eyes and said “I can’t believe you just said that.”
Her Master said “Yes, Megan, let’s see if you can fit that in your mouth.”
Which she could.
And then she said “Now let’s see if you could fit it in YOUR mouth, Miss Amy.”
And Richard said “Yes, let’s see.”
It kinda freaked me out to be putting someone else’s buttplug in my mouth (understatement) and I tried three or four times but couldn’t get it all in without gagging horribly.
But there is no way something that size could fit in my ass. No way. I don’t know how people do that.
After a couple of interactions like that, Richard pointed out that I probably should try filtering a bit more when I’m around other D/s couples. Which I tried to do, with mixed success.
On our last day, when we were at the Folsom Street Fair (will post later about this, and Richard has some awesome photos), Richard was off photographing people and Megan, her Master and I were walking along. Actually, he was leading, holding onto Megan’s hand, and I was trailing along with my fingers hooked into the belt of Megan’s schoolgirl skirt.
I saw a tattoo and piercing tent and said “Look Megan! We can get clit piercings!”
Her Master turned around and said “That’s a great idea. Have you and Richard talked about that?”
Megan said “Way to go Amy!”
Hooboy. I was scared. I said “Weeeellll. We’ve talked about it a little bit.”
He said “Maybe we could get a deal if we got two done at the same time.”
I said “Weeeellll. I dunno.”
He said “Why am I talking to you about this? I need to talk to the boss.” And he headed off to find Richard, with us in tow.
Richard came striding toward us, grinning, with his camera in his hand. He was so happy that day. I don’t think he stopped for even one second. It was really, really hard to keep track of him and stay with Megan and her Master. I got scolded by him a couple of times for being bossy, when I tried to get him to move along when they were waiting for us.
Richard said “Not today” to my relief. Later he told me that he did not think that piercings or tattoos were appropriate for me at all. Whew.
We walked over to the tent and Megan’s Master talked to the piercing people and they took her into a back tent and pierced her clit while he took photos.
I got really shaken up while we were waiting for them because I felt like it was my fault that Megan was going to be in pain now. Me and my big mouth. I started crying.
Richard reminded me *again* that I needed to be more careful what I said when we were with D/s couples, but said that her clit-piercing wasn’t my fault. They have a different dynamic than we do, and most importantly Megan is a big-time pain slut. She probably wanted this.
She came out from the tent and was a bit shaky, so we went and had Indian food and watched the fair-goers for a while. I kept my sunglasses on even though we were inside because I was afraid I would start crying again. I felt like she wasn’t going to want to be my friend if I kept saying stupid stuff that got her into trouble.
Megan realized I was upset when I tried to answer a question and my voice was wobbly. They were both really sweet to me then, and explained that they had been talking about this for a few weeks, and 30 minutes before she had asked if they were going to do it that day. So I felt like a newbie idjit but also relieved.
We got home yesterday, and today I asked Richard if we could please order a ballgag, which we did. I hope it helps.
Gosh, I have so much to post about - a wild new club, the Folsom Street Fair, a bunch of leather shops, and spending several days with another D/s couple and my sweet Megan! I’ve had several new realizations about myself and about us as a D/s couple that will take some time to write about. More later!
Sounds like a beautiful, confusing, and exciting trip. You’re such a sweetheart.
Comment by Sulpicia — October 3, 2007 @ 1:50 am
I’ve been on the receiving end of an openly curious submissive. I can say that for me, while some of what resulted wasn’t quite what I had in mind to show off, participate in, or explain, I still took it in stride and my Master was proud as a result.
It’s not a bad thing to be curious or make comments you wouldn’t think would be acted on and then they were. Some of it does tend to feed the dominant’s desire to see said curiosity appeased.
I understand where you were coming from too. I’ve been there and I’m sure a lot of others have as well. My most shocking experience (like the clit piercing) dealt with a tack bra. I had made a comment that I couldn’t imagine being able to tolerate that at all. The dominant swiftly told his girl to show me how it works and she was ‘forced’ to wear it the rest of the day — with several jabs and gropes by her Master thrown in for his pleasure.
Comment by luna — October 3, 2007 @ 6:37 am
Thanks for the archives. A rainy day off in London, Uk! You both write well and obv. love and respect each other. Do you want kids together at some point? Will your’Vanilla’ side re-emerge then? Just curious. I wondered whether experimentation or lifestyle choice was going on…..
Comment by Wotcha — October 3, 2007 @ 7:48 am
Oh Amy- while I should be writing a review of the Altantic slave trade and its relationship to capitalism and modernity I am reading about your exploits! Exploits- i should say- are a bit comical only because comments can have unintended consequences in D/s relationships. Nothing but sympathy for you and the awkwardness that these kinds of events can have as a result and I’m glad you took it as much in stride as possible.
I imagine you were excited about this weekend and were worried about how you would make an online frienship transplant into a real-time physical friendship but it sounds like you made it run as smoothly as possible with only a few minor bumps. Kudos to you!
Comment by Elizabeth — October 3, 2007 @ 9:11 am
Awww Sulpicia - kisses.
Luna OMG a TACK bra??? And your comment was *exactly* the kind of thing I kept saying. Thanks for making me feel better about it!
Wotcha - Welcome to the site! We have kids (his and hers) and would like more (ours). Check out the archives for discussion of kink and families. One of the things I realized this weekend (later post) is that no way could I go back to vanilla now
Elizabeth - Get to work on that paper! *domly voice* hehe Yes, I was a bit nervous about going from online to physical. Luckily Megan is the sweetest, most thoughtful person in the world and she made it easy.
Comment by Amy — October 3, 2007 @ 9:38 am
Wow. I’d have been upset too. Glad the clit-piercing thing was cleared up satisfactorily. I don’t think I’d want someone else’s butt plug in my mouth either - lol.
Comment by Bunny — October 3, 2007 @ 9:39 am
Oh dear dear Amy,
Master and i couldn’t help but chuckle at your experiences. It brings to mind a well known phrase… “Open mouth insert butt plug … oops I mean foot”. LOL.
Its great as always to see the growing process that you are going through in your ongoing quest. Although I would enjoy seeing a ball gag photo of you *sorry Amy* lol.
I am glad that the transition between online and real time went smoothly for your friendship. Its wonderful to retain those bonds and push them into a more different and rewarding level. I am glad you have found that confidante and friendship that we all need in this lifestyle. Even slave girls need a sounding board with those of like mind.
Hugs… Master and I look forward to reading more about your visit.
His lil pet
Comment by His lil pet — October 3, 2007 @ 10:02 am
Thanks as always for sharing your thoughts and feelings about each new experience. You are so lucky to have a sub friend to talk to along the way. I am excited for you to experience a ball gag as well! You have NO idea what it’s like to wear one that blocks your voice, that blocks all but throat sounds, especially when your Master is teasing and pushing and doing all kinds physical things! Put it together with a blindfold and being tied down? Sensory deprivation just adds a whole new wrinkle to the entire scene!
Comment by jdslove — October 3, 2007 @ 2:40 pm
Hi Amy,
It sounds like you and Richard really had an eventful visit! I could never be comfortable around a d/s couple like Megan and her Master because my mouth would cause problems too. I’m glad you didn’t have to get any piercings!
Comment by Southern Angel — October 3, 2007 @ 7:37 pm