So, time for something I haven’t done in a while: real life story! Some details changed to protect the
dreamy guilty, and because it’s hard to have a clear recollection of things in that headspace. Also, the hair pulling is a little out of place – it did happen, but actually earlier in real life than I put it in the story.
Last night I went to a play party called Rough and Tumble. It’s what it says on the tin – a party focused on physicality and violence.
The main room in set up with a big mat in the center, and couches, chairs and stools around the edge. By big, I mean “pretty big” – it’s 6×5 meters, 2 inches of foam, made from smaller joinable mats. Yes, I just used meters and inches side by side. Deal with it. Outside the matted area there’s mostly carpet over concrete, with some tile near the entrance.
There’s also a back room. It has a smaller mat, maybe 5×4 yards. Deal with it, I said. This is usually dungeon space – concrete floors, racks and spanking benches crowded out of the way against the walls, suspension points.
The party itself is surprisingly approachable. It started off slow, like most parties do, with people trickling in, sitting around, talking, eating the vegan chili someone had brought to the potluck. I appreciate the fact it was vegan, but dude, lay off the spices a bit. Not that it was too hot, just that there was way, way too much spice in proportion to the contents. Also, the beans were underdone. ><;;
Anyway! After milling about a bit, we had a Hapkido lesson. It’s pretty neat that a kink club can get instructors in a wide variety of topics to donate lessons at these events. Sweet deal. We learned some rolls, some ways to break holds and take people to the ground. It was fun, and I was at the head of the line to practice the rolls – and unlike pretty much everyone else, I got it perfect the first time. :D (I flopped on my second try, of course)
After that lesson, some rubber knife fighters sparred a bit, there was a bit of wrestling, some people used boffers. I wrestled a bit with a man who has probably 40 pounds of muscle on me – but that’s not the story I wanted to share. It’s just leadup.
“Hi! We talked a bit at the party two weeks ago. I was wondering if you’d like to maybe do something in a bit, once I’m rested from wrestling,” BlueWinds smiled and fidgeted with her hands behind her back.
“I might, what sort of thing did you have in mind?” The woman wasn’t taller, but she had a much more solid presence. Muscles and a warrior attitude filled the space far more than BlueWind’s lanky frame. She’s been described as “virtually impossible to hurt” – by a person who’d earlier had no trouble tossing BlueWinds around with one arm.
“Well, I heard you like to be mean, and, um, I like people who are mean to me. Maybe we could wrestle, and you could hurt me?”
“What sort of hurts?”
“Like biting, scratching, hair pulling, pinching… that sort of stuff.”
The other woman smiled, clearly interested. The two of them talked things over.
BlueWinds and the woman (whom I shall decline to make up a name for) stood next to each other on the mat talking to the monitor.
“How hard of biting? Enough to draw blood?”
Shaking heads from the two participants.
“Any injuries either of your should be aware of?”
Negatives, both women are in good health.
Tapping out, “red” or the house safeword.
The two of them warily stepped back, moving around a bit and judging each other. “Haha, I’m surprised to see you crouched up like that. Most people try to make themselves look big and scary. Don’t housecats arch their back to try and look big?”
“No, see my shoulders? It’s pretty much the cat-arching-back pose. Besides, my limbs are long enough that I’m more ready to move if I’m a little coiled up.” Blue lunges for her leg, wrapping both arms around it and pulling upwards. It doesn’t work – her opponent’s balance is too good, and strong arms wrap around her waist, making the grab mutual. Feet jocky for position and the bigger woman goes in for a throw, trying to lift BlueWinds off her feet, but somehow she manages to twist around and get free, slipping out of what seemed like a pretty good grip and refusing to be thrown. Laughter, circling, smiling.
“My, you are squirly.” This time she manages to get her hands on BlueWinds a bit better, spinning her and hooking a leg, taking both of them to the floor. Blue scrabbles for purchase, squirms halfway out but then suddenly can’t breathe – the woman on top has planted her knee on Blue’s chest, and is leaning not inconsiderable weight on it, crushing out her breath. There’s a brief pause – the weight lets up, “Are you good,” nod from Blue, and the weight comes back. Not being able to breath is tough, and a knee to the chest hurts, but after a minute of struggle, she manages to slide sideways and roll, sending the knee into the matte and getting her feet up in between them. That’s exactly what she was aiming for – legs are really, really strong. Uncoiling with both feet planted on the other woman’s chest, Blue pushes her off and sends her sprawling backwards.
A minute of two of hard breathing follow as both catch their breath and evaluate. “Still feeling good? Want to take a break?” The other woman isn’t sweating, is breathing heavily but not hard.
“I’ll need some water in a minute, but let’s keep going.”
Rolling around on the floor, Blue is almost pinned, but not quite. Suddenly, ow! A sharp pain shoots up from her shoulder. The other woman is clamped on with her teeth! Blue didn’t know you could bite that hard without breaking the skin. Holy shit… with a start she remembers that going limp and getting wet isn’t the response she needs, and begins struggling again. The teeth let go, a hand grabs her hair and tugs her head back, exposing her neck. Another bite on the shoulder, this one a bit further down, equally painful with the last.
She thrashes, getting a bit weaker as, again, she tries not to go dazed-eyed and let the woman her her way with her. She manages to push the other woman’s head off her arm, but it’s back a second later, with a third bite. Blue’s panting breaths are somewhere between “ow holy shit ow ow what is wrong with you, teeth demon” and feminine moans of “why are my clothes still on.” Both of them relax a bit – the wrestling’s clearly over – and teeth unlatch from her shoulder. She lays there panting.
“Would you like some water?”
Nod nod. It is fetched for her.
After she’s gulped down a whole cupful in one go, the woman pulls Blue to her feet with a “let’s leave the mat so other people can use it, do you want to sit down?”
Cuddles. Blue curls up into a little ball and rests against the other woman on the couch. The arm around Blue’s shoulders slowly strokes her shoulder – the one not purple and black with three very, very angry bruises. She occasionally licks – literally licks, what a cat – at a scraped knee and nail marks on her thigh.
Life is good.