Play session

Just had an amazing weekend with my husband.

We had to go out of town to vend, and with my business money, I paid for the dog boarding, which was more expensive than the hotel we stayed at, and for good reason. That hotel was atrocious. Every other room had weed blowing out of the window unit AC. The room we were in was neat and clean, but the prostitutes on the corner, yelling at cars, definitely set the pace. We almost didn't have sex because we felt dirty in our room. We kept socks on other than in the shower, because who knows what's been done on or to the carpet and how dirty it still is. We kept our clothes on when we got in bed.   Other than the play and sex.

The first night vending was at a swingers club in the middle of what I would say is a scary part of town. From the parking lot, we could see drug deals, and the parking lot was empty except us when we went in so I was worried about the car. But halfway through the night, the parking lot was full of cars and people, so there was no need to worry.  They had a gorgeous bondage room (castle themed) with lots of attachments for tying things up, as well as a cage under the bed. Their protocol for keeping the place clean was impressive, and much better than the other swingers club I vended at in the past (where the blankets and pillows were everywhere, and not by any stretch of the imagination cleanable). They gave us a tour even though we were in the back room away from the play areas and wouldn't be able to play since we were selling things. By the end of the night we were exhausted, and went to bed after discussing who would get the first shower in the morning.  I only made one sale at this event but it was a record for one purchase, $600.

Event number two was at a bar, with a live band (or two?) playing. The vendor fee went from $50 to $75 for no reason, and the owner was kind of an asshole. And drunk. But we made some money, and sold the red set that relly has been trying to sell for a year, so it was still a win for us. After, we went to Waffle House with the other vendor who recommended these events. We had a great time.

During the vending I was the demo bottom for all the toys, and so I had some minor marks and was also a little turned on. He promised to play with me and we played even though we were a little worried about getting out of the hotel on time the next morning. Sleep was something we didn't get much of.  We bought a firehouse paddle from them, and tried it out as well.
He used my toy bag because I thought he hadn't brought his, which somehow had my kitty gloves and sensory deprivation hood in it (which I did not miss at all!) - lol the next morning we found his toy bag right beside the bed. But neither of us regretted anything. It was a great scene.

There was a fantastic warm up, he went through all the toys and we talked about them and how they felt and what I liked and what I didn't. Then we really got started, and he moved me to the bed and bent me over it. The warm up continued. He pushed me physically, but only a little. He really likes hitting the same spot over and over again. He would hit it until I cried out, and then more until I involuntary shifted, and then he would give me a second to get back into that position and be ready to take the next hit, and change to another spot. And in the next spot he would hit me one less time, always staying just below my threshold of "I can't take it" - Except for one time, and he did it on purpose and it was so fucking sexy and mean. He hit me really hard with the firehouse paddle, (with warning that it would hurt) asked if I was ready for him to hit me again, and just as I opened my mouth to say "ok" he was hitting me again. I ended up standing straight up, angry as fuck and staring him straight in the face, (although to be fair after all that pain, and turned on ness, my eyes took a minute to focus) and he had this look, and I knew he'd done it on purpose, and I think maybe he grabbed my hair at this point, but I turned and bent back over the bed, maybe not ready, but willing to take the next hit. I don't remember but I don't think he hit me that hard a third time.
At the end we moved to the whip that he has bloodbound to me, and he hit me more than normal but less than I expected, and stopped before I started crying, but when I flinched and it really hurt the first time.   And then there was sex, and fingering, and I came a bunch, and he fucked me really hard and deep and I liked it a lot.

And then he through a blanket over me and I guess went and smoked, but told me not to move. I was exhausted and tired and almost fell asleep but then I heard him moving around the hotel room and it turned me on all over again.

We cuddled afterward. I don't think we really talked about the scene, but it was fantastic and I can't wait to do it again. And hopefully do better next time. He read me perfectly the whole scene.  I didn't make it to big bruises though. And I think I'll have to change for that to happen in the future- honestly bruises aren't a measure of a good scene though- and I had such a fantastic time, and was so wonderfully unable to move but still loving every second that maybe I'll just change my mind on the bruise thing.

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