I think I did a really good job during free cuddling, even
as I was reticent to join the general smush. After a too-hurty try at a massage
by a very friendly guy, I was sitting in my own little pleasant bubble of space
when the husband of the couple I already knew (I’ll call them SheandHim and
HimandHer because they are quite inseparable) offered me a foot rub and that
sounded joust right. He compared himself to the previous massage-giver: “He’s
all force and I’m all energy.”
I stretched my feet out in front of me and he took off my
fuzzy slippers (which I’d bought just for the occasion) and started to rub my
feet gently. Curious what he meant to be doing with the energy (I keep fighting
the urge to be ironic and put energy in quotation marks) I asked “Are you
taking something out or putting something in?”
And he said “Which does it feel like?”
“Both?”
What it felt like was good, like a regular foot rub except
that it gave my toes a floating sensation, kind of like during yoga when you
are supposed to breathe through the soles of your feet—an improbable sensation,
grounding and pleasant. He was explaining to me about the energy, buy I
couldn’t really keep track of what I was supposed to be learning, there was too
much going on around me.
Toward the end of the foot rub, The Lady of the House came
over and asked if she could lie near me, and I said of course. I forget if she
asked me or if I asked her if I could pet her hair, but it was a yes. I petted
her head and face until it started to feel too personal, then did a good job of
stopping. She thanked me and maybe we hugged some—I know that at some point we
hugged and at some point HimandHer asked if he could put his head in my lap and
I said no.
Whenever I said no to something, I remembered to feel proud
of doing a good job with my no, but I also rooted for the person to find
exactly what he or she wanted. Also, writing about all these nos and cautious touches makes me really ready for
a whole bunch of rough-and-tumble yesses—better get some public (and private)
kink soon!
One of my goals for this party had been to get closer to
men, but that didn’t turn out to be what happened. I think maybe the right guy
just wasn’t there, as is so often the case—I’m making friends with the fact
that I’m really picky about guys, even as I hope to someday become less so.
(Also I have this dream about being 40% more casual than I actually am, but
that’s a whole different blog post.)
I spent a lot of time watching, maybe too much—I wish that I
had asked what the watching protocol is. In BDSM, the closer you are, the less
you should watch, for fear of getting in somebody’s space too much, but here,
everyone was close. I worry that I may have made people feel awkward by watching,
but they were all just having such a pleasant time.
Host One had told us during the welcome circle that she is a
Reiki practitioner, and I was curious about that, so I asked her if she could
“put some Reiki on me” (I don’t know the terminology) when she got to a good
stopping point, and she said sure.
I found a spot to lie down (I chose face up) and handed her
my glasses to put in a safe place. (Ah, the handing over of glasses, dear
submissive trope, how I miss you!) She moved her hands up and down my body,
without touching. (I joked to Sweetie yesterday that some of this energy work
stuff feels like a kids’ game of “I’m not touching you!”) but the settled one
hand on my head and one on my heart, very similar to the way Fireguy had held
me down during fireplay. Here I’m quite sure that it wasn’t meant as a dominant
gesture (or maybe Fireguy meant it as a Reiki gesture), but I liked that it
reminded me of that feeling, but with mystic-hot hands instead of flame-hot
ones, and also with pajamas on. Her hands were indeed radiating into me, and I
thought jeez, how does she give out so much of her…life force? and still have
enough for herself. It was so nice of her, so generous, and I felt a little
guilty because I didn’t know how to reciprocate. (That’s a little echo of the
times I’ve been pleasantly dominated and then left with a worry of not having
behaved well enough, not having shown enough gratitude. Gratitude is such a
tricky thing, probably another whole-other-blog-post.)
A commotion started at the other end of the room, and I had
to keep lifting my pleasantly-held-down head to see what was going on. What I
saw was a tangled loop of muscle and giggle.
“What?! There’s wrestling going on and I’m not in it?”
I thanked my Reiki friend and sat up to watch and see if I
could join the wrestling. Host Two, The Lady of the House, and Massage
Therapist Guy were all gleefully in mid-grapple, and when they simmered down, I
asked Host Two if she would wrestle with me. She said yes and asked if she
could run energy at the same time, and I said “I don’t know what that means,
but sure!”
It was pretty much the most fun ever. I think people really
liked watching it, too. Pushing against her arms, locking against her
shoulders, hearing a couple of people hollering “Go (me)!” until I pressed hard
enough to pin her down, then getting up and wrestling her down again, laughing
hysterically the whole time. We ended the wrestle out of breath and giggling, I
was stunned with joy, it was fantastic. Rough cuddling indeed. There really
needs to be more wrestling in my life, hope Sweetie’s ready for it!
Next: The Puppy Pile
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