The Chicken

She started it.

Who could resist the comment "A fish in the hand is infinitely better than a fish in the ass." I HAD to do it!

Thus began my quest for fishy pervertables and soon had me at Walmart perusing the fishing section. I found a few interesting impact items and the usual culprits of fishing line and weights, nets and lures.

Not quite the lure I was hoping for, but I picked up one item of interest, knowing it would be put to good use.

With the lil chicken in my sights, and a lovely Songbird along to help, I prepared the scene mentally and planned out the night.

We carpooled to the event and when we arrived I spent a few minutes lacing Songbird into her corset and slipping into the Swedish Fish gurl costume I had worked out. Flipping my pigtails over my shoulder I slipped into the next room to find that the chicken was on the BBQ.

Yes not five minutes in the door and she was buck naked and laid out on a table being slowly roasted by the Host who was running torches over her body. Halfway through she turned over, someone (Wulfie) commented on her being rotisserie chicken and I told her she sure didn't waste any time. LOL so much for being "shy".

Soon her turn was over and the Host asked if anyone else would like to try, of course his gaze was fixed on me. I waited for him to look elsewhere, but he didn't, he just asked again while watching me. I made sounds of innocence and laughter erupted around me.

I was naked in about ten seconds.

Please remember I have a fear of fire so for me this is fear play as well as fire play.

The fire was intense as it always is. The torches on my back were simply delightful, I love heat and since I can't actually SEE the fire I don't have such a fear response. I was able to relax and feel my arousal unwinding slowly through my torso.

He flashed fireballs over me, and lit mousse on fire on my back. It was great. I had so much fun with fireballs the first time around, that I was feeling confident and relaxed. Then he asked me to turn over.

I reminded him about the cutting area on my chest still being sensitive and he understood (he had been the one holding the scalpel) and I tried to relax back into the scene.

He started by running the torch over my skin and I found myself spreading my legs open so he could trace a path of alcohol over my inner thighs. Soon he had progressed to my labia and mound. I was gasping, no longer relaxed as I flashed through an intensely hot and bright orgasm. I commented that I had cum and there was laughter. Again no surprise.

Next he spread mousse over my tummy and lit it on fire. It was a brand new can so it was quite spectacular. After the mouse was wiped off he started placing little balls of flash cotton onto my tummy. One placed at the top of my sex made me shiver.

It was then that I really noticed the fear.

I was really afraid of being burned. I trusted this man but I did NOT trust the flames he was weilding.

I was starting to shake with fear. I wanted it but I was really afraid.

He started by picking up another torch and the spray bottle. He ignited a fireball over my tummy and BOOM! The flash cotton ignited and suddenly flames were shooting across and over my belly. The mousse hadn't been cleaned off quite enough. I reacted by slapping out the flames as did the Top and his assistant.

The host put out the torch saying that was a failed experiment and that he know knows not to mix the two together. I was quick to agree.

Holding my hands by my side I squished the fear down inside me and felt the tickles of the sparkler as it came up my leg. I laughed. I couldn't help it! It tickled! Soon enough he was at the top of my thighs and coming across my belly.

Each time the sparkler came near my face I found myself trying to blow it out HAH!

The scene was over, I was unburned despite the minor mishap and I lay there for a moment before sitting up and giving the host a very long and tight hug. He is so much fun and I appreciate that he enjoys playing with me.

We all head upstairs to socialize a bit. I wander around wearing just a crinoline and saying hi to people. I quickly tire of the crowd and want to play.

I go down to my toybag and pull out the "Fish Wacker" tag. I head back upstairs and give it to the chicken.

She comments about how subs can mindfuck themselves right out of play, I laughed and said "We wouldn't want that!"

With that we were off to the dungeon area and our playful scene began.

As with any time that I play with someone new I was "gentle" hehe. We took our time warming her up and teasing her slowly. My cohort was amazingly sexy and purring as she tormented our little subby. I was soon laughing and immersed in making the experience as enjoyable as I could for her.

I won't write about this scene as she has already written about her experience on her blog. I could recount it from the Topside, but I find myself wanting her to wonder what happened that she DIDN'T see hah! Beside I know she will read it and enjoy this part of the tease (I bet she is squirming a bit right now!)

When the scene was all over we returned to the main social area and for the first time ever I really enjoyed the aftercare portion. She sat on the floor on a cushion at my feet and I sat in a chair beside her. My arm was draped protectively over her shoulder and I was feeling somewhat possessive.

I think my response was to being told she finally understood what sub-space felt like. I am pleased to be able to get her there and doubly pleased that I was the first.

The rest of the night was spent relaxing and socializing, enjoying the company around us and the floaty sensations for Top/bottom space.

I look forward to flying this chicken again sometime!

Vulnerable

This weekend did not go exactly as I had planned. In fact, not at all as I had planned. It feels a bit like my life.

You see, I am a goal setter. I am goal oriented. Goal driven. Without goals I feel very, directionless. Two years ago I saw many of my goals realized. Some happened just as I planned and some were achieved in such a roundabout way even I wasn't sure I had actually done it.

So with all that achievement why do I feel as if things are not going as planned? I wish I had an answer for this.

A friend of mine has told me there is a religion that believes that you can never be happy with what you achieve, for once you reach your goal you no longer want it.

Maybe that's it.

Maybe I am just completely off my rocker.

No matter HOW I arrived here, this is where I am currently. And no matter how I may have achieved these goals I am none the less feeling, annoyed.

Last night my Wulfie tried to snuggle up to me. To kiss me and likely to try to have sex with me.

I was cranky and tired. I had been asleep about an hour and he woke me.

Everything he did was irritating me. From his bristling beard to his stubbly cheek to his roaming hands.

I just wanted him to go away. And when he would move away I would pull him back and try to get it all to working again. I faced the conflict of wanting HIM but not wanting touch.

Something is bothering me and I know what it is. I know it is because I am peacekeeper and I feel very much that there are conflicts going on in my world that I can't control. Because while I am a pacifist I am also very much a control freak.

This is why I ignore social networking sites as a rule. I hate to see people I care about fighting, and I feel helpless.

Yes this is my problem. Yes I must find a way to deal with it.

I will.

But for today, I will mourn the loss of friends who were friends, and are no longer.