In no particular order:

* Got my ass beat well and thoroughly.

* The aforementioned ass-beating was administered by, at one point, 3 people at the same time (I’m really not a masochist; my ass just happens to be large enough and well-padded enough for people to practice on).

* T. has a pony bit and bridle he offered to put on me. (To say I went sproing! is putting it mildly.) I told him yes, but at a later date, because he brought up the whole subject of the bit and bridle at 1 a.m., and I was asleep on my feet.

I had an interesting conversation with T. on the question of whether or not I’m a switch. It was his birthday, and I told him I’d give him his birthday spanks. He declined gracefully and said “I thought you were all sub.”

I said “Yeah, I’ve been thinking I’m probably a hell of a lot switchier than I originally thought I was.” And T. said “Well, I think that….” and he trailed off. I demanded to know what he was going to say. He told me that he didn’t want to influence my decision one way or another, so he should keep the comment to himself. I gave him a Bitch, Please look over the top of my glasses, and said that I was able to decide all on my own, no matter what his opinion was, so just tell me. And he started laughing and said, “Yeah, uh — that pretty much says it all.” Confused, I eloquently said “Huh?” And he said “That look you gave me, over your glasses — that says it all about whether or not you’re a switch.” I responded with a smirk, and he said “And that! That look, too!”

I *don’t* need his opinion to make up my mind on that matter, like I said. I’d say that yeah, I’m pretty damn sure I’m more switch than sub. And now I just need to find an ass to beat.

This is an evolution for me that I honestly wasn’t expecting. But I’m more than willing to explore it.