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Archive for September, 2013

This Year at TFW

Posted in Uncategorized on September 16, 2013 by

Garnet and I attended Floating World this year.  It was…okay.  It had its ups and downs.  The main high point for me was serving at tea on Saturday, which was way more intense and demanding than the tea at TES Fest.  At TES Fest, the food and cleanup were mostly taken care of by hotel staff.  At TFW, there are not kitchen facilities, and no built-in hotel staff, so everything was taken care of from start to finish by the hosts and servers.  I maybe floundered a bit more, but things came together in the end.

Of course, between my serving and Garnet being demo-pony for basically all the pony play classes, and the classes we went to, we didn’t really have much time to do much else.  We did get to play one night, though.

We found a spanking bench in the playspace, and got arranged.  They had me take off my shirt and bra, and they pulled several large, thick rubber bands out of their bag.  ”Where are those going, Sir?” I asked.

“You’ll see.”  They smiled at me and slid the fist rubber band over one of my breasts, then a second over the other.  The third rubber band went over them both.  My skin felt stretched tight, plump and sensitive.  They had me kneel and bend over the bench, and my nipples brushed the top and I tingled all over.

And then, Garnet selected their tools and started spanking me.

They used their hand, and I think a paddle, and the looped-over cable thingy…it built up very quickly.  And, of course, I was wearing latex shorts, so I was covered in silicone lube, so that limited the toy selection a bit.  It started out delicious, and they built up, switching toys, striking seemingly everywhere until my butt and thighs seemed like they were glowing.

Looking back, it seems like it was over very quickly.  I called red on the looped cable thing, and took a few more strokes before I basically burst into tears.

I cried hard.  Sobbing and apologizing.  I felt bad I couldn’t take more, I felt tired and confused and not good enough.  As I wound down, I realized that crying helped, though…it slowly made me feel better.

Yay catharsis!