A few weeks ago I (foolishly?)agreed to help my friend Nitro with his breathplay class at CAPEX by being his demo bottom. I'd seen the same class previously at SITS in 2012 and I knew he'd be accommodating of my hesitations to jump into full on breath control. So I showed up at his place around three on Saturday and we got to it.
Ho. Lee. Crap. I've had a lot of good scenes in the last two years but this was easily in the top three. Nitro said he'd read my post on the type of scene I enjoyed and it showed. He basically covered his class and stayed tuned into me the entire time to see how much I could handle. I didn't feel particularly unsafe at any point, I mean aside from the fact that it was breathplay. If that makes sense. The combination of knowing that he'd read my blog post and that he knew what he was doing was a serious safety net for me and allowed me to reach a level of subspace I rarely get to.
And then he brought out the electrician's lineman gloves, big thick, insulating rubber gloves. "Funny" I thought to myself, "this wasn't part of the class I saw". I've never really explored or looked at my own personal rubber fetish. I get that it's hot for a lot of people but it's truthfully never done much for me. But hey, I know Nitro loves rubber so I'll humor him. It didn't take him long to figure out that I love (LOVE) having someone stick their fingers in my mouth for me to suck on. But sucking on those gloves was an entirely new level of subspace that I've never, ever experienced. At that moment, there was nothing more important than those gloves and my mouth. In fact, I was so turned on that I started getting light-headed, which I found pretty funny since, y'know, I had been able to handle the breath control without any problems.
Ahem. So things wrapped up sometime after that (and an orgasm. or two). I took my leave to go help a couple of friends with their construction project for a few hours before UnderArmour night at The Eagle.
I've never really enjoyed spending time at The Eagle. To be fair, I'm not a fan of any large gathering that puts me in close contact with a lot of people. My problems with The Eagle can basically be summed up by reading through my post in regards to fucking. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't like fucking. Groping, making out, bondage etc etc is all great, but I get the impression that a lot of guys expect all that to lead to fucking. So based on that assumption, I tend to not even bother trying to flirt or even socialize. I need to get a t-shirt or something that says "Liz Lemon of kinky gays" with an arrow pointing up. I just need get that fact out in the open right off the bat so I don't have to awkwardly explain why I don't enjoy it in the middle of a heated engagement.
Cut to about 60 minutes of me sitting alone on a bench with every fiber of my being screaming for everyone there to ignore me. Urg. I think if I'm ever rich enough, I'm going to open a quiet, tasteful gay bar.