Do you believe in love
at first sight? I did, for other people. I never dreamed I could ever be so
lucky. I often talk about the night I met Mark Sophia.
Even now, over 2 years
since she passed away that first meeting feels as incredible to me now as it did
then.
I’ve wanted to write
about what happened for a long time, but as those know me will appreciate, it
was a very emotional event and the time had to feel right to share it.
I opened the message, it was from someone I didn’t know and it was
an invitation to a party.
A fetish party at MUD, a club in Manchester.
I’d never been to anything like that before. Ok I’d visited the BBB
a couple of times and I’d been to SWAMP in Bristol once, including the
after party there, but I was with a Dom and it didn’t really feel like a fetish
party anyway. This was a completely different thing altogether.
I sent a reply politely declining and explaining I was very much a
private player and parties didn’t really interest me.
A friendly and persuasive response arrived suggesting I contact
someone else also on the invitation list, as he’d never been to anything like
that before either.
For a couple of weeks I chatted to the new guy, a Dom from Preston.
I still had no intentions of going to the party at all until 2
nights before, when he told me the person who was driving had let him down and
he now had no transport.
I thought about it for a few minutes. I’d be in Burnley that weekend staying
with my sub Sammie. It wasn’t too far to Preston and then a drive
straight down the motorway into Manchester. On impulse I offered
to take him.
Saturday arrived and I picked him up along with 2 other people he’d
promised a ride and the 5 of us headed off to MUD.
For the whole journey we talked about what it might be like. The
other 2 people had been before it transpired, so had some idea what to expect.
I felt quite excited and nervous, I knew I’d not be playing, but I’d be
observing what everyone else was doing that’s for sure.
I parked at the side of the road, it was a rather run down and
totally deserted area near the centre of Manchester. MUD was in a railway arch, just a small sign
on the wall to say it was there. I opened the door and stepped inside and as I
walked down the small flight of rickety steps my eyes were agog at the array of
sex toys and fetish wear that was all around the reception room.
There was a small glass counter filled with dildos and butt plugs,
the man waiting behind it took our money and directed us through the door,
pointing out the toilet in the room behind the counter as he did so.
Sammie was very nervous and shy; I clipped the chain dog lead I had
with me onto her collar so she’d feel safe and secure knowing I was close by.
Lee and the others followed behind.
I could already smell hot bodies and latex but when I opened that
door and stepped through the heat and the aroma assailed my nostrils, almost
overwhelming me.
Lots of people were dressed in black rubber catsuits. I wanted to
touch them, to find out what it felt like as it looked so erotic. I couldn’t
help myself, so asked a man standing by me if he minded me stroking him. He
laughed and said ok.
I ran my nails and fingertips gently over the black latex stretched
over his bottom. I couldn’t explain how it made me feel other than to say I
wanted to do a lot more touching.
The host came over to say hello and explain how everything worked
and said she hoped we’d enjoy ourselves.
There were probably 40 people there or so, some were playing already
on the spanking benches and other equipment. My eye was caught by a man wearing
a purple latex catsuit with a black latex skater skirt and a rubber corset. He
looked like a purple gladiator.
Something about him drew me and as we moved around the room I kept
looking for him so I knew exactly where he was.
Lee stood beside me drinking beer and looking extremely
uncomfortable. He muttered to me that it was a bunch of freaks and he didn’t
belong here. I told him I was loving it so we’d be staying.
As we watched the purple gladiator was strapped into a rubber
straitjacket, a rubber bondage hood and then hauled up by his ankles so he hung
upside down from the low vaulted ceiling.
A TV Domme stood with him stroking his latex clad thighs and
flicking him gently with a riding crop. I assumed he was her sub, but I wanted
so much to touch him too. I asked her permission to join in.
“Oh not a problem, it’s a free for all, anyone can touch him.” I was
a little confused as I’d not let anyone touch my sub, but I wasn’t going to
look a gift horse in the mouth.
I handed Sammie’s lead to Lee and asked him to look after her for a
few minutes then stepped forward and began running my fingernails up and down
the purple latex, revelling in the sensation of warm latex and the contact with
this unknown person.
Would it be an overstatement to say sparks flew from my fingertips
there was so much chemistry in the air? Possibly, but the feelings I
experienced were incredible. Huge amounts of energy coursed through my body and
it almost felt like some of my essence transferred from me to him and vice
versa.
I’d never known anything like this and I resolved right then that no
matter what, he was going to be mine.
For me that night I broke many of my own rules. I let someone else
look after my sub Sammie. I played in public and most of all, I was prepared to
go against everything I believed in to get to know the purple gladiator and
have him for myself.
Before he was lowered on the hoist I stepped away to think about how
I could achieve my aim.
I smiled as he removed the rubber bondage hood and stood grinning
sweaty and happy at everyone standing around watching.
He explained to us that this was his first event in 6 months. He’d
taken time out after an unfortunate incident in solo play where he’d almost
died.
Speaking out I told him he was very silly and should be punished for
it. A spanking was called for and then as he laughed I changed my mind and told
him he should be promised a spanking and then denied it. That should be his
punishment.
The small group of observers broke up and everyone went back to
their own activities. I took charge of Sammie again and made sure she was
feeling ok. Her eyes were huge as she stood looking around shyly, but she was
obviously as fascinated as I was by everything we saw. I gave her a reassuring
hug and looked around again for my purple gladiator.
Across the room from us was a large bondage wheel fixed to the wall.
Four or five people were busy strapping the object of my lustfulness onto it
and then slowly started to spin him around. This time instead of a bondage hood
he wore a gas mask with a long breathing pipe on it. I’d never seen one of
these wheels before, it looked interesting but I wasn’t sure what the purpose
of it was.
I kept a watchful eye on him until a few minutes later he was left there
alone. Handing Sammie’s lead back to Lee I made my way over to the wheel.
I stood there for a moment contemplating, then looking at his face I
began to touch him again in the same way as before. His eyes shot open and he looked me straight
in the eye. I asked if it was ok to continue, he nodded.
My fingers stroked everywhere I could reach, I tweaked his nipples
gently and scratched them through the latex with my nails. I put the palm of my
hand over the end of the breathing pipe for a few seconds at a time and
breathed into it gently.
I’d never done any breath play before, but it just seemed the right
thing to do at the time.
His eyes kept closing in pleasure, but when we made eye contact
again sparks flew between us. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face, watching
and feeling the reactions I invoked by touching him made me feel incredibly
happy.
The connection I felt was incredible, the chemistry was so powerful,
it reinforced my earlier feeling of wanting to be with this man.
A little time passed and I noticed he was looking uncomfortable, so
I asked if he needed to be released, he grimaced and nodded yes. I went off in
search of his friends to take him down as there was no way I could safely
manage it on my own, then I went back to Sammie again and pondered my next
step.
I’d been chatting to various people for a while and watching others
play and realised my purple gladiator was missing. I handed Sammie back to a
now rather inebriated Lee and went off on a mission to find him.
There was a small area I’d not been into, a long narrow room at the
back called the tunnel. I stepped up and peeked around the doorway, to my
delight my purple gladiator was there and shackled to the white painted brick
wall. His eyes were closed and he was away in his own little world.
I stood in front of him oblivious to everything around me, he was my
complete focus and this was my real chance.
I ran my fingertips over him slowly and watched as a slow smile
spread across his face. I didn’t know it then, but he recognised my touch and
was happy I’d found him again.
As I touched him I began to whisper things that I could do to him in
his ear, sensual erotic things, wild and wicked things, painful and pleasurable
things. After a little while he was so far gone into sub space, anything I
suggested felt real to him, so when I reminded him of my earlier threat, that
he should be promised a spanking and denied it…..and that now was that time, he
began to cry.
I turned and walked away, went back to my sub and the people I’d
travelled to the party with. It was almost time to go home and the party was
winding down, quite a few people had left or were gathering their things
together in preparation to leave.
My eyes didn’t leave the doorway into the tunnel, it had been a
gamble to walk away like that, but I was hoping he felt at least a part of what
I had in our play together. I needn’t have worried.
A few minutes later he emerged from the tunnel and came over to me
to ask for my phone number. He was smiling and laughing, talking about the enormous
effect I’d had on him. He’d never asked a woman for her phone number before and
couldn’t remember his to give me, but not to be deterred, he waited till he was
in the car and then dialled my mobile from his so I’d have his number too.
And that is how I met my purple gladiator, fell in love at first
sight and began the biggest, most intense adventure of my life. A 14 month
period where I learned much about myself, about life and about how much love a
person can give.
I posted this on my informed consent blog a few days later.
From Mud With Love
Posted by DanesWood
on Wed 17 Sep 08, 9:23 PM to DanesWood's blog.
I met a very special person at a private party
at Mud in Manchester on the 6th of
September.
Some may think this is all a bit fast and it's
another velcro collar, but those who really know me understand how serious I am
about the lifestyle and giving my collar to a submissive, it took sammie 18
months to earn that right.
Strange then that after only a few short days
I've taken amha181067 as mine, but I knew the moment I
touched him as he hung upside down in suspension bondage at Mud that he should
and would be mine.
I really thought he would be there with someone,
I asked the person who was stood with him during the suspension for permission
to touch him, assuming that he was her sub, it wasn't until the end of the
night I learned he was a free man, but against all I believe in even had he not
been he would still have become mine, I'd have made it happen.
When a connection like this is made it should
never be disregarded nor taken lightly, where our journey will take us we don't
know, what we do know is that we share it together.
Few people find their soulmate, but we truly believed that’s what we
were. Neither of us had intended going to that party and in fact only went to
take others who did want to go. It was as though fate played a hand in ensuring
we got to meet despite ourselves.
The play in the tunnel was observed by his best friend rubbermorph
and she sent Mark after me to ask for my number with the threat that if he
didn’t she’d never speak to him again but our connection had been so special.
Neither of us was looking for a relationship. He’d just separated
from his wife 6 weeks before and I was still sharing the house with my ex,
although we hadn’t been together for a long time.
You’d think the timing couldn’t have been any worse for either of
us, so when I went to visit him 2 days later to talk about what we’d both like
the conversation was all about being regular playmates.
We kissed and sat wrapped around each other on the couch as we
talked. Mark had his hand along the back of the couch for a while and found
that he couldn’t move it until I gave him permission to do so.
Something we discovered very quickly was how fast I could put him
into a form of sub space where anything I said was real. It was almost like
hypnosis, but completely unintentional.
All the stuff we said about not wanting a relationship went out of
the window in no time. I’d collared him within days and we hated being apart,
within about three weeks I’d moved in.
I’ve written very little previously about the time we had together,
but I do believe that my beloved has much to say even now and perhaps by me
telling her story others may benefit.
It’s been far from easy to write about this first meeting and it’s
taken me two and a half years to do so, but I hope my sharing the highs and
lows of our time together it will do some good somewhere.
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