I went to a really wild party last night, and now I can cross off one of the "things to do before I die" list. I bought a slave.
Before you get the wrong idea, it was a charity slave auction to help raise some funds for the Damien Center, a local information clearing house/support center for those afflicted with AIDS and some other socially unacceptable diseases.
The Damien Cemter was most helpful in providing information on treatment options and support to my brother when he was first diagosed over 20 years ago, and I was glad to have an opportunity to be able to give back to them just a little for that.
Slave K was most delightful, she made sure I didn't run too low on my adult beverage of choice and was quite delicious to peruse as we talked as well.
I did feel something of an idiot , it's strange to meet someone in such a circumstance as that, and being new to the public scene, didn't really know the rules and boundries, but I had a great experience nonetheless.
I think that "White Chocolate" would have been quite at home with this group. I had a vision of her leading her slave around on his knees with her leash, using a quirt when he wasn't quite fast enough to go get her a fresh top-off of her Rum.
I was content to just sit and talk with K. Those fishnet stockings....WHEW!
I gave K my cell number, hopes she calls sometime, in the hopes of exploring some things a little furthur..; if not, the money went for a great cause, and I'm content with the time we had. Can't wait for the next party.
Posted by Delftsman3 at February 2, 2006 06:03 PM | TrackBack