Tonight, we tried something that Blair has always wanted to put a submissive through. Her Domme side is usually pretty well-tamed, but this fantasy may be the one constant exception to her desire to be always submissive. You allowed her to use me to fulfill this ultimate fantasy, because it would mean two things:
She would be able to more fully submit to you once allowed this release.
You knew you'd get off on my suffering.
I was only privy to small aspects of the planning of the Event, since Blair didn't want me to know too much. She did want me to see that she had planned in a safe way so I could let go and suffer fully. She has really learned about my anxiety over the months. Put it at ease, and I am completely pliable, but I can't stop myself from being distracted if I am not allowed to know certain things.
I know that everyone at the the Event was vetted by at least two people, and that those people themselves were either trusted friends or friends of friends who were also vetted for safety, sanity, and consensuality. Sort of like a six degrees of separation kind of a thing. Once vetted, you could invite up to two others who of course had to follow the same vetting process. I was impressed with how much effort Blair put in to ensuring my safety.
Other than that safety process, I was told that we would be holding an event at our home dungeon, and that there were very strict rules in place for attendees to further ensure my safety. We also had a couple close friends with lots of experience in the scene and emergency safety if needed. That's all I was given!
I tried to ask Sir for more information, but he, of course, did not budge. He just said that he was going to enjoy himself. I found out about this event about a month ago, so I had plenty of time, too much even if you asked me, to let it simmer and for the anticipation to grow. So I was more than a little nervous earlier this evening. Blair's attempt at reassurance was to tell me that it would only last for an hour or two! Like that really helps! Ha! An hour can feel like nothing, or it can feel like ages depending on what you are experiencing. She knew that, too. That's why she said it. She knew it would become some titillating combination of reassuring and arousing while also giving me something sort of tangible to grab ahold of. Gee, thanks, Miss.
The Event was set to begin at ten, and guests began arriving for hors d'oeuvres around 9:15, but I wasn't having hors d'oeuvres. I had eaten already. I was in the dungeon. We had emptied it of all large furniture, and it was just an open space now with chairs arranged in a circle. There were perhaps fifteen chairs. There was a brown paper bag under each chair, some sandwich bag sized, others full on grocery bag sized. In the center of the circle, the floor mats were down. They were much like gymnast mats, only with us perverts in mind when being designed. There were all kind of hooks and loops that could be attached, but it wasn't set up for that tonight. No, tonight, it appeared to be just a padded stage of sorts.
Sir allowed Blair to take the lead tonight with the understanding that if he stepped in, his word was to be treated as a removal of that privilege. He made it clear that he reserved the right to change his mind basically. So he was always possessive, even when he shared me. I love that about him. He doesn't share because he doesn't want me, but because he wants to show off what he has. That makes me proud that he thinks I'm worth showing off.