The Christmas party was last night, and holy crap, am I ever sore. My ass is sore from getting flogged by M., and then later T. spent about 2 hours tying me up and doing various devious things involving (among other things) a complex system of pulleys attached to my wrists and ankles. I was lying on my back on a bench, so if I pulled my wrist ropes down, my ankles were up in the air, and vice versa. Which T. got a charge out of, pulling on the ropes himself to move whatever part of me he wanted, calling me his puppet. I corrected him and said marionette was the proper term. He said I was too sassy and needed to learn to behave, and pulled out a set of nipple clamps — the “clover” style, which get tighter if you pull on them. So, of course, he attached them to the pulleys. Evil. The worst part is that, despite how much they hurt from getting tighter when you pull on them, they hurt the most when you take them off. Jesus god.

Anyway. I’m sore as hell from all the tugging on the pulleys, etc. Kinda like lifting weights, I guess. But it was a lot of fun, as always. There’s definitely a reason it’s referred to as “playing” — because, a lot of the time, it’s really fun. I mean, it can also be serious, and scary, and profound — all at the same time. But it’s also fun.

I was completely stupid-headed when we were finished, which isn’t unusual. I took my contacts out and put on my glasses, and after I put on my comfy clothes, I looked for my glasses and couldn’t figure out where I put them. Heh. And then I ate all the cake in the WORLD.