Do you know what our original number one reason was for joining the Lounge? To meet like-minded people. To have friends who we could just be ourselves with. At the time of course, we had no idea how much having that freedom would change us. Just the possibility of meeting people we could talk to without fear of judgement or ridicule was what helped me sell ♀ on the idea of joining. We have met many such people, but our friendship with Lord & Lady Batsu has evolved into something more. Maybe it’s because they always make us feel so welcome or maybe it’s because their connection seems to be every bit as strong as ours or maybe it’s because LB is a big strong teddy-bear and ♀ has a serious weakness for a man like that…nah, it’s probably one of the other two reasons.

Anyway, our day hadn’t started off very well. She woke up with a migraine headache shortly after I got home Saturday morning. She took drugs and was able to back to sleep, but I stayed up late so I wouldn’t disturb her. She had a couple hours work scheduled and the plan was I was supposed to be packed and ready to go when she got home. Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans..Because I went to bed late and there was no one in the apartment, I was still asleep when she got home. ooops.

We still needed to have showers and shave various body parts and pack so it was quite late before we left. There was no lineup at the border, but we stopped for beer and wine and a few groceries and condoms and then we went into a love shop and paid to much for an awesome vibrator (I’ll review it later) and so, yeah, we were about four hours later than we said we’d be.

But all was forgiven as soon as we arrived. LB & lbj looked great. They were both on their 22nd smoke-free day, lbj had lost weight and seemed to be a bit more mobile. We had pizza and beer for dinner and there was lively conversation and lots of laughs and we both so enjoy being there.

Lady Batsu still doesn’t have much stamina so when it’s time to sleep…it’s really time to sleep. While LB was tucking her into bed we got dressed. ♀ wore her shiny black corset with the red fuck-me shoes we bought in Vegas…she looked so hot. I had on a frilly black baby-doll and panties…very cute.

Lord Batsu escorted us out to the play-space and holy fuck….when we first played there the space was just a corner of a garage that had been cleared of all the other typical garage stuff. OK, maybe not all that typical, but you knew you were in a garage. When we saw it just before Christmas the dungeon was under construction and there was no play space at all and it was hard to imagine playing there again anytime soon. But now…as I said…holy fuck! The lighting and colour and music and heat and toys… It has been an amazing transformation.

LB wanted to chat before we played, so chat we did. We talked about how our friendship has grown and what that might mean to the sort of future play we could have. We talked about what has worked well and what we might consider as we move forward. We talked about how a hard rule that LB & lbj have sounds like the same hard rule ♀ & I have, but it’s really not. We also talked about how what I write here on this blog has had an impact on LB & lbj in their community. I say ‘their’ because even though we are good friends and we’ve been to a WHACK Munch, I don’t feel like we are part of that community. At least not right now…not in the same way we feel part of the Lounge community.

Here’s the thing…everything we have done at Casa del Rudy has been done with the full knowledge and consent of Lady Batsu. They don’t keep secrets from each other and either do we. Even though lbj doesn’t actually play with us she sees our outfits, LB takes tons of pictures (and sometimes video) and we talk at length with her about the scene afterwards, she’s involved as much as she could possibly be. Everything I have written about our adventures at Casa del Rudy has been true, but how you, the reader, interprets that truth might be different than how we, the four people who were actually there,  see it. I think that’s called ‘good writing’ and I think that’s why 1000+ people will read this post today.

Even though the visit was wonderful and the space looked amazing and our talk will (I believe) have a very positive affect on future play, our scene that night did not go very well. We all seemed to struggle with getting into the zone. I almost fainted trying suspension bondage. They got me down in time, but it sure took the lead out of my pencil.  After the room stopped spinning, LB put me on the St. Andrews Cross and ♀ gave us both blow jobs. OK, yeah, that was hot!…

Then he put her on the gyno table and he went from being excited to making the scene work. ♀ thought her period had ended the day before, but when things got going there was some blood. I’m sure LB didn’t mind, but it wasn’t something we’d discussed with him before-hand and it was a distraction for ♀.  My shoulders aren’t as messed up as ♀ are and I know BDSM isn’t supposed to be comfortable, but I was really starting to ache. I didn’t want to be the one to stop the scene a second time so I toughed it out. Eventually, ♀ had a small orgasm, but it was a lot of work and we were all pretty much done by then.

We decided to just go home after. Not because the scene hadn’t worked very well, it was 1am and I wasn’t at all tired. I could have self-medicated, but they had family obligations in the morning and it just seemed easier to go home then. Oh, Lord Batsu is lending Jennifer a sex machine for her Exhibit of Sex Machines Night and he asked us to deliver it for him. I wasn’t quite sure what I would say to the border guard if he asked what the hell that was in the back of my Mini. Fortunately he didn’t ask.

And that’s what happened during our latest visit to Casa del Rudy.

HHNT,

♀ & sss

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1. 

   HI, sss. I know what you mean about the border guard asking what is in the back of the car when coming into Canada or leaving the US. We’re always wondering if we might be asked to see what was in our toy bags in the trunk.
   But we got lucky as you did the last time we went to the Lounge for an event.

   I know how that feels, going to a munch down here. Until you’ve been to a number of them and gotten to know a few of us, you don’t feel much a part of the community here. That’s the way I felt the first couple of times I went to events here.

   LB and his girl have been sweet to Me and my little girl Hisprettybaby, so I know how it feels to be a part of their lives. While Lbj has her issues, she has been totally understanding about LB’s play and getting involved with it.

   By the way, it was a pleasure getting to meet you and ♀ at the munch. I hope to see you at the studio in the future if not at a WHACK munch. I know we’d certainly love to have you join us at the munch — we certainly enjoyed your company (and I am slowly but surely expanding my girl’s kinky friends list.).

   Comment by i_am_bopper — February 2, 2011 @ 10:44 pm

2. 

   well, thank you very much. That was a nice comment to come home to.

   Comment by sweatshopsissy — February 3, 2011 @ 4:54 am

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