Up until this point my experiences had all been private.

My online presence could only be described as “lurking.” I had lacked the courage to get out there and meet people. Now though I had decided to get out and about to events when I was available. My visit to the couple had been planned as a step towards this goal. Now I knew the couple hosting a club night I felt I really wanted to attend. It was still a huge step so I found a sunday afternoon event which looked friendly.

Kink and Cake was held at Studio Onyx and looked lively.

Having a look at the profiles of the others listed as going I decided that I would send some messages in advance. The lady from the couple, MsD, was going to be there, and I spotted another profile where the owner had just posted a writing about his first experiences of events, making friends and finding his fit. He put some things that helped him in meeting new people, including this:

Here’s another tip… Well….I think it rings true at least… Be interesting, learn an oddball skill, find something you like and get better at it, I make whips, they aren’t too bad and I’m getting better at it and with them, but they make a great conversation starter as does so many other things!

I may not be able to make whips but I sure as hell can bake so I left a little comment thanking him for the writing and that I was going to take my own conversation starter in the form of cake. He replied later with encouragement to attend, recommending that I just be myself and people will respect that.

The next day I had a private message from him.

He had noticed that my first event would be Kink and Cake, that he would be going and that he was looking forward to meeting me. It was a friendly crowd, and they had welcomed him with open arms. All I had to do now was ask myself those two questions:

1. Is it safe?
2. Do I want to?

The answer to both was YES so now all I had to do was drag up my reserves of courage. That sunday came round quickly, and I made a raspberry cake where the topping was made of icing sugar and raspberries blitzed together. With the ripeness of the fruit the icing was almost fluorescent pink.

If I had wanted to spark up conversation this was certainly one way to do it!

I walked in to the venue and popped my cake down on the table. Suddenly there was a group of people cooing at the cake and chattering with me. The hosts made me welcome and introduced me to some people. MsD came downstairs from the playspace and introduced me to her slave SL (he quickly snaffled the first of his three slices of cake.) Next came the whip-maker, Trautaruan arrived with his play partner CC. There were so many people there, and everyone made me feel welcome. I chatted half of the afternoon away and ended up deep in conversation with a male sub (MT) and a foot fetishist (LTM) about bastinado. MT quite fancied learning a little more in his switch side and LTM had the skills, equipment and enthusiasm.

I had the feet so off we went upstairs, a merry trio.

LTM had a little rubber paddle and a pin wheel, and after I reclined fully clothed on a bench with my feet in some stirrups he took my right foot, showing MT how and where to hit me. They swapped back and forth with the paddle and as MT struck my left foot LTM would run the pinwheel over my right sole, stretching my toes back. In tandem they worked on my feet for what felt like half an hour and the pleasure was quite something. My body was responding in the usual way with pleasure tingles spreading like fireworks up my legs… Only this time their effort on my soles was relentless. The sensations became overwhelming and the tingles joined at my apex causing a totally unexpected orgasm.

An orgasm with no genital stimulation… I thought that was the stuff of legend….

The orgasm was a surprise and the fact that I had been fully clothed and not in a sexual situation threw me completely. Would I be able to accept that I had reached orgasm through pain? I didn’t know, but at that point I decided not to think about that. It was too much of a challenge. I went back to socializing and chatting. My orgasm was a sign that I was very comfortable in the company of these new people. I had always believed I was socially inept. During my marriage I’d been so isolated that I hadn’t been able to challenge myself to become confident.

Sir had worked hard to show me that I had every right to be courageous.

Now, in his absence, I was able to reap the rewards of his labour. I even made plans to meet up with a couple of them at the Fetish club a couple of weeks later, and many of the people I met that day have become firm friends.

I drove home and went to the beach, where I admired my puffy soles and soaked up the early evening sunshine.

An internal cheer of “I did it!”

I had gone to my first munch, I had pushed myself hard and come out stronger.

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