Another Dominion has come and gone, to be remembered only for how bored I was. You'd think that by now, I know a thing or two about how to have a good time, how to enjoy myself at these events. And yet every time it comes to me getting held down and abused a little, that FUD creeps into the back of my mind. I focus on how uncomfortable I am, how close my orgasm is, how much of this blog the top may or may not have read. I'm not like other, more fortunate guys that get to slip right into that wonderful headspace.
But hey, let's focus on the fun stuff. I got to tie up and abuse a guy who's bigger and stronger than I am. That's become a disgusting amount of fun for me as of late. And a friend strapped me down to a chair with my new medical restraints for a while. I honestly can't complain about being left to squirm around in my triathlon suit for about an hour, that's just too much fuckin fun.
I think it's also fair to say that I put a lot of other people before myself on Sunday as well. Someone commented that I seem more like a DM than anything, which I'm perfectly happy with. If I've got this whole empathy thing going on I may as well put it to good use, be it grabbing waters for someone who's just finishing a scene or watching their sub while they step away for a moment. Let me take this train of thought to the logical conclusion: I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that a well-placed recon message on my part resulted in a fucking awesome scene for one of my best friends. I'll catch hell for that but fuck it. Being a part of the community and having this many good friends means taking one for the team once in a while and putting others first. The scenes I saw yesterday are living proof of that.