Saturday was the Pan Sexual Play party at CSPC that had been rescheduled from last month do to snowpacolypse ’08. If you’ve been following my blog then you’ve already read about my doing a bit of mental spinning over what the hell to wear. My original ideas were cast aside once I got the reprieve of a few more weeks to plan. Feedback from a few buddies helped me make the decision.

I ended up doing an adaption of Scarlet Witch. I even made the fairly ridiculous head-dress out of paper marche the night before. That’s right. Not all of my craft skills have to do with turning household objects into BDSM toys.

Despite my best of DIY efforts the damn hat still looked silly so I put it in my gear bag with the promise that if I did any play I’d wear the head-thing.

But my activities for the evening involved watching a lot of play, plenty of sassy socializing and even a bit of romantic intrigue. Though there was no smacking around of the people for me I had an absolutely fabulous night.

My good pal Hotsauce, who has been spearheading what I affectionately call “The Youth Group” at the Wetspot, had gathered her troops for the night. Which means that in addition to herself lusciously costumed in very little as Wonder Woman, there were a whole bunch of hot, playful young people(18-35) who had really gone the extra mile with their costumes.

I’ve always loved playing dress-up, part of why I throw so many costume parties myself, and its always fun to see others who geek out on it as much as I do.

My main fun of the night however involved a very handsome fellow who is fond of rope. We’d had one of those mutual and always invigorating “Hmmm. What’s your story cutie?” moments. After some entertaining chat, I was invited into the private back room to watch him do a suspension on the big bondage bed.

Picture if you will an utterly adorable girl all trussed up like a human swing. A creative and stimulating live soundtrack in the background of other people seriously getting their freak-on. A great big contact high from the collective mojo. And totally unexpected smooches. Ah, good times.

I ended up staying till the end of the night, too wrapped up in my conversation(and smooches) with rope boy to notice that it’d gotten so late.

But late it was, so despite my fully inflamed sex haze(WANT WANT WANT) I managed to keep my clothes on, say good-night to my new friend and drive myself home. So proud of myself but thank goddess for my large selection of vibrators.

I’m trying to take things a little slower with the sexing these days. And its not like I would have given in and had sex right there in the club(even if my partner had been willing) as I am not an exhibitionist and fucking at the club means fucking with an audience. Never say never but the idea isn’t appealing at this time. Besides patience is its own reward…or some such drivel…

Alas neither I or my guests were quite so good about keeping our clothes on the following night. Which was exactly as it should have been as I was hosting yet another Nakid Lady Party. Despite the porno potential in the title, a NLP is actually a clothing swap. And since the whole purpose behind such a party is to help the attendees get rid of all the clothes in their closet they can’t, or won’t, wear, trying on the new skirt you just found, while at the party, is encouraged.

Martinis* and other vodka laden beverages helped keep the party lively, open and un-selfconcious. We did invite the boys to join the fun. Folks were getting ride of household stuff too and there was a bit of boy clothing. But boys seem more inclined to wear things until they’re good for little more then household rags. You get new stuff(often from girlfriends) but ya keep the old stuff. I don’t know in case you need something to wear while re-building an engine or painting the porch(or to bum around in when the GFs not looking)?

In any event it was another great social night, if of a somewhat different flavor. Did get to decompress a bit with Hotsauce about the previous night’s fun. I’d lost her when I went off to watch the rope show and she went off to, um, study her bible I’m sure. We caught up and then went on to chat about the center in general.

Both of us had similar feelings the first times we’d dipped our toes into this particular pond. This was a number of years ago mind you but the general vibe hadn’t been so much rude as closed. Both of us had refused to give and had returned in our own ways after some time and have seen a notable difference. Hotter and more happening seems to be the consensus. I think that there are a lot more folks going and its kinda stirred things up a bit. And sometimes that’s all it takes. New folks, excited and curious, looking to meet people and folks that have been going for years, still get to have that level of familiarity, but also get to open up their circle a bit.

Personally I’ll be there a lot more often and you’ll be seeing many more posts about my adventures. This week will be the masturbation party on Sunday and I’m gonna try and make it the WERK lounge this Friday as it sounds intriguingly mellow. Again, I strongly encourage you to check them out, even if you’ve tried in the past and couldn’t quite find your groove.

Now is a time of change, and its happening all around us. It’d be a shame if you missed out on the party side.

*Special thanks to my Rock and Roll Hippie. I have finally mastered the martini and the bottle of Kettle One was a great help. Hope your ass healed up nice and slow.

First up, Saturday at the Spot was much fun. Got a chance to chat with a few new friends as well as re-connect with old ones. Plans we’re hatched and I have since gone ahead and RSVP’d for the Fem Domme Tea which sounds even more fun then it had when I first read about it.

Apparently the set up is somewhat formalized in a manner that brings forth happy images from novels like Exit to Eden. A bunch of dominant ladies enjoying tea and finger sandwiches on a stage-like platform while below us a small herd of nakid, or mostly nakid, submissive men wait for the opportunity to be called into service. Human furniture and foot massages further sweeten the pot. And after chatting with some ladies and a couple of boys on Saturday it looks like there will be more then a few familiar faces to make the occasion special.

As lovely as it sounds though I am far too much of a service Top to play the queen bee all night and not give a little back. I’ll be bringing a bag of toys on the off chance that any of the help would like something a bit more invigorating then playing a coffee table or with my feet.

The event does remind me of this story from Ms. Susie Bright’s blog:

http://susiebright.blogs.com/susie_brights_journal_/2006/07/strip_tea_party.html

Her situation was a bit different but there’s a certain overlap and its still a fun and informative read that delves a bit into the issues within doing this type of ritualized power flip.

Next up, as most of you are surely aware, the economy right now sucks. With that in mind I wanted to do a couple of plugs for a couple of pals.

My BFF, and kick ass masseuse, Irene is good enough, and has a solid enough, cadre of devoted clients that she’s doing okay. But in our conversations it has become clear that for the first time in a very long time her schedule has some gaps. So if you’ve thought about getting in to see her, or tried and she was already booked up, now is the time to call.

You don’t have to mention how you heard about her, though you are welcome to give me credit. In either event, treat her well and don’t expect any extras beyond an amazing massage. She’s not that type of professional.

http://www.eptribe.com/irene/

I couldn’t resist giving a plug to this wonderful Seattle establishment…especially since they appear to have paid for the services of a videographer to put together a commercial for them. Edge of the Circle, in addition to catering to the needs of those of us who are of “alternative faiths”, once upon a time played an important role in this city’s kink scene.

Many years ago before there was the CSPC there was the basement below Edge of the Circle. Before Allena and company had put down roots over on 15th they had play nights under Robert’s shop. They also ran a small cafe next door for awhile in the space now occupied by Honey Hole(good sandwiches, awful name). I seem to recall they were there for a couple of years at least but, as timing would have it, I only made it there once right before they stopped hosting events at that location. It was a VERY fun night, spontaneously untaken and exceedingly…inspiring.

They may not have people smacking each other around in the basement anymore but I still always manage to find something upstairs that brings a bit of sexy magic and mojo into my life every time I visit.

Anyhoo, here’s the video:

They’re located on the same block as Babeland, my favorite locally owned sex toy shop. So maybe next time you’re in the hood picking up a new toy it might be worth a stroll down the street to pick up a lover’s candle, some intention setting incense, or even a beginner’s book of incantations to help you find the kinky partner of your dreams.