It was a holiday party for one of my local FetLife groups and it was a relatively fancy event. It was held at a local restaurant and we had a delicious buffet dinner. During the last part of dinner we had a show that included an award and title-winning local female impersonator (drag queen), an award and title-winning male illusionist (drag king), and a burlesque performance that included yours truly.
For our first performance, we did a routine to “Hanky Panky” by Madonna
. For our second performance, which was the show finale, we used a two song medley that was the first half of “Express”
and the second half of “Show Me How You Burlesque”
by Christina Aguilera from the movie Burlesque
. For the most part, we followed the same choreography as in those videos, especially “Hanky Panky”. For Express-Show Me Burlesque, it was more of an “inspired by” routine. None of us had any prior dance experience, so we had to keep it simple. It was a blast.
Participating in this show was something that really pushed my limits and was way outside my comfort zone. I’ve done a lot of things in public that most other people would never dream of almost without batting an eye. Get naked? Get my ass beat? Get some hot wax thrown on me? Fuck, be fucked? Put my junk on a sex blog for all of the internet to see? Give a speech? Stand-up comedy? No problem! Try to dance and be sexy in front of a crowd of people I barely know??? ~sound of the needle being dragged off a record and then silence~ WHAT??? Nuh uh, no way.
I don’t talk about it often and it would probably be shocking to for most people who know me, but I have some body and self-confidence issues. It’s not that I necessarily dislike my body size or find it to be unattractive. But I tend to be very clumsy, I trip over my own feet (or nothing at all), and I don’t have a lot of rhythm. I can’t even do the Electric Slide, people! I’m also terribly out of shape. On top of all that, I am a perfectionist and my own worst critic. I can’t stand doing something if I can’t do it to my (unreasonably high) standards for myself. It’s something I’ve explained more thoroughly in my blog post
about my first (and so far only) pole dance fitness class. (Sorry for the shameless self-promotion there, hehe.)
Participating in the show with these amazing ladies and getting such a wonderful reaction from the crowd was exactly the boost that I needed. I don’t think I’ll be coming down from this cloud for a long while. I can’t even being to thank them. There just aren’t enough words. I am forever in their debt.
The first one being my time on the hot wax table. My love of hot wax is pretty thoroughly documented
here on this blog. It was my gateway kink, for sure. I was waxed before I ever got the first smack from any implement. And my first experiences definitely set the bar. That was 15 years ago. I had a falling out with that waxer way back then and have been looking for someone to recreate the experience for a long time. I’ve never had a bad waxing, because almost all hot wax is good wax to me, but truly nothing has ever come close. Until Saturday night. Not only did my new friend meet the bar, she shot so far over that I can’t imagine anyone will ever break that
pole-jump record. HOLY. FUCK. It was beyond a shadow of a doubt the most intense
wax session I have EVER
had. If I didn’t know any better, I would say I came at least 5 or 6 times. A spectator said that he just wanted to set up a sound recorder and forget ever watching porn again, because he could just listen to that instead. Her technique was just incomparable. And like Prince (not him in that link, but it’s an amazing performance by a tribute artist)
said, “I can’t tell you what she did to me, but me body will never be the same.” I wish I could’ve taken a picture of what my hair and makeup looked like. Imagine a lion with raccoon eyes and you might have some clue.
The next wasn’t even a scene or anything. After the wax, I needed to sit down and try to get my head together again. Sitting at the table in only my panties, garter belt, and stockings, Roland started lightly running his fingers all over me and teasing my nipples. I was so extremely sensitized from the hot wax that barely 2 minutes had passed before I was moaning and writhing in the chair, calling all sorts of attention to myself. For approximately the next hour or so, I was teased and tortured by him and several passers-by. When it was over I was a giggling puddle of goo who could barely lift her head off the table. I was a hot mess, for sure.
Once I recovered from that, I had a very long conversation with a wonderful lady who will be opening a kink-friendly bar in the next few months. While not the same as having a local dungeon, she will be hosting once or twice monthly private play parties on a membership-only basis. I actually think that this is even better than having a local dungeon! I also discussed with her the possibility of having a meetup akin to (or part of?) Erotic Meet and Filthy Mouths and Evil Tongues! Who knows, maybe we’ll even get a regular burlesque show, too!
For a while after that I meandered around the party, excitedly watching so many hot scenes, and mingling with friends new and old.
The finale of the evening was a group scene including me, another sub, and at least two different tops. The other sub is a good friend of mine who’d been begging me for a beating for quite some time. She was tied to the Cross and I took turns with the other tops giving her smacks and swats. Then I spooned her against the cross while I got some whacks and floggings of my own. As I was getting my beating, I continued to play with her by torturing her nipples, dragging and digging my nails into her flesh, and biting her all over her neck, back, and shoulders. I had forgotten how much I like to bite and chew on others! When the top was done beating me, I stepped away to give her a thorough ass spanking with a paddle that I absolutely loathe, but she apparently loves, both because it hurts like a motherfucker. I can’t wait to see what her ass looks like today, because I can’t imagine it’s not purple. Her neck and shoulders as well, for that matter.
|Roland’s paddle, with which I have a love/hate relationship.
He loves it, I hate it.
Sadly not long after that, it was time for the fun to end as it was closing time. I gathered up all of my things (which were strewn about from one end of the place to the other), said my goodbyes, and we headed out into the densly foggy night. Despite the damp chill of the night, I was warm and fuzzy from head to toe, inside and out. I was relaxed, nothing but contented sighs, smiles, and giggles.
On the way home we stopped for a yummy breakfast at IHOP that was probably the yummiest food I have ever had, including a gingerbread hot chocolate that was to die for! And blueberry pancakes. Mmmm…
The evening was capped with the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time. Roland fucked me hard while calling me his slut and his whore. I was so satisfied that I did not get up to do my nighttime toilette. I just rolled over with mussed hair, smeared makeup, stockings still on, and cum oozing from my pussy, and passed out.
I’ll tell you, there is no better high in life than the one that involves no substances at all, but that uses your body in all the ways it’s supposed to be used. Endorphins are my anti-drug. It was a perfect night from start to finish. And it was exactly what I needed.