As the images of my self suspension hit fetlife, my inbox and photos gained a bit of attention. Some kudos, some questions, some rope related inquiries.
And this gave me an idea. My plan was to rent a hotel suite, and host a rope lesson followed immediately by a practice session, rope night. I decided I would make up a small information pamphlet about safety, history, and they typical questions that come with type, style, and size of ropes. This was because I really didn’t want to waste the time actually talking about this when it could be easily learned – and we all only had so much time together. I eventually decided to add a munch to the whole occassion as well. Hell, I had to eat! Might as well get to know people before the main event!
I had spent the two nights leading up to the trip cutting and whipping a whole lot of rope. So I had a friend over on Friday night to help with that. I had finished up the booklet I had written, and attempted to print it…I needed 25 copies. So I printed a few copies at a time. I got 9 copies, and then ran out of black ink. We have no large photocopying center here in my small hometown….and it was too late at night (with me planning to leave at 8 am the next morning). Shit – I guess I’d be bringing it into Staples once I arrive to St. John’s. That could be….fun.
I quit at the rope when my friend left and decided it was more prudent to check emails, and pack, and ensure there was gas in my car before morning. I drove myself crazy all night out of excitement and got very little sleep. I was awake at 6:00 am because I was terribly excite…which had me leaving a half an hour earlier than planned.
And it was a good thing. From Sunnyside all the way to St. John’s there were wind gusts in excess of 70K/Hr, hammering down rain, and the roads were great for the experienced hyrdroplaner. I however, was not a big fan. I arrived in St. John’s before 1 pm and had time to get some dinner before hitting up the Staples.
There is no amount of words I can use to describe the feelings I had about going into a chain store, with my kinky picture on the cover, and the obvious nature of what I was doing with the material that she was photocoping. Then instead of her collating it (because I moved the cover mid-booklet for the photocopy), I would sort and staple myself. I’m not sure which was worse – the thought of a stranger knowing all about the course I was putting on this weekend, or the risk I was taking of the numerous families or teenage girls who were also doing their own photocopying. I quickly booted it out of there once I got my stuff done.
With the weather, I decided against venturing around the city. I went back to the hotel and checked in. I would take a shower, get cleaned up, and get ready for the munch.
My most calming moment of the whole day: The shower head which could be handheld, and had a pulse feature which shot out water at short intervals with a pause in between. Let me just say…the Ramada might be worth it just to re-experience that with a lot more time. Though, the suite was way smaller than I was expecting it to be. In fact, the only thing which resembled a suite was the fact that it had a slight kitchenette – but it did not have a bedroom. I was disappointed for sure. But we would make due.
The munch was longer than desired really. People came later than anticipated, and this had our meals being ordered and delivered later than desired. I had ordered a dessert, but when I looked at the clock and saw it was 6:25, with the lesson scheduled to start at 6:30, I knew I had to get my bill and boot ‘er across the street to start greeting people as the showed up.
I believe most people had fun, and I’m pretty sure that they felt the $10 cover charge was well worthwhile for the night.
I had quite a lot of fun with a character named Libertycat. Cute little, flexible girl who was very into getting tied up. I even lifted her off the ground to show her what suspension would feel like, and did a bit of painful predicament bondage. She did well, and thoroughly enjoyed it. As did I. This did have me consumed for most of the night though, and I didn’t get the socializing in which I had wanted to. I did learn a few things, myself, as well…which makes for a productive time for sure.
That night was particularly lonely in bed. I lay there alone, kept company with a bottle of wine. But not too much wine…because there would be another rope lesson in the morning.
This lesson would be compromised of a more mature atmosphere and it was just as enjoyable for me. That said, it was a completely different tone, with less flirting, and less joking and carrying on. I still managed to learn a lot from this bunch.
I spent the afternoon with a good friend and we drove around the city for a couple of hours before it was time for me to set about the 4.5 hour drive home. It wasn’t quite as bad driving this day, but it still required taking ones time to avoid a hydroplane.
I stopped in Gander on the way back. There I met up with a couple of kinksters which I have to say reminded me at a difficult time in my life. I had voiced my opinion a little too hard, and it had gotten me into trouble on more than one ocassion which had me pretty much disliked and excluded from the community. My only saving grace is that I’m tiny and kinda cute. They are new to BDSM, and new to a relationship with each other. That said, they have a great energy together which spits of love and adoration, right along side of kink. I told them to worry less about ‘the community’ and spend the time savouring each other. It’s a great thing they have together. A lot would be jealous of it. For me though, I had no time for jealousy that day. All I could feel was at peace and my mind was hopeful that one day I would find something similar.
It was a great couple of days. And to be honest….I’m still coming down off that high two weeks later.
It did show me how much I love to teach, and that I do actually have a bit of skill at it.
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