I’d rate the ouchiness factor of my administrations from The Tormentor & Master’s beating on Saturday at a respectable 7/10, however my pretty trophy rating is a measly 4/10. FYI, a 10/10 on my ouchiness factor is something that makes you cry, big, snotty blubbery tears and your brain is screaming, “I can’t fucking take this any more!!!!” You know, one of those times when, if you had a safeword, you would of opened up a vein with a fingernail, written it on a placard with your blood & waved it in your domly one’s face. A 10/10 on my pretty trophy rating are big, deep bruises that take a good 10 days before fading to yellow and getting so itchy that you have to shove your hand down your pants at work just to give them a scratch and you don’t care who sees you.
I just HATE it when something hurts and you’ve got nothing much to show for it.Does anyone know anything that gives you fabulous swirly bruises in shades of black and blue, but that doesn’t hurt at all?? Because I need it NOW! Seriously…N.O.W.
I’m a bit tender in places, and I keep looking in case a bruise has magically appeared in the last 20 minutes, but alas…no. This is about all I’ve got to show for the evening’s entertainment:
Something interesting that happened after the party was that I got a message from one of the attendees. I opened up the message on Saturday morning and firstly, almost peed myself & then I promptly snorted my coffee across my keyboard. Obviously it was an email written in the depths of drunken-ness, but it conveyed a wish to play with me and was followed up with a not-so-drunk e-mail a few hours later enquiring as to how one goes about setting up a playdate.
I’ve written before about my Mystery Shopper experiences, where Master organized a couple of strangers to come and play with me. They were interesting experiences and it has always been his intention to have me used by others, but the one thing that is different about those and this time is that I actually know this person and will probably see this person again in the future at any local events. I think it would create some uncomfortable moments around the nibblies table:
“So…umm…yeah, I’ve had my cock in you.”
“Yes, yes you have.”
“By the way, this dip is great. You should try some.”
I just don’t know how it would work. I mean there is a certain plus side to being fucked/played with by people you know because, well, you know them. You know how they play and you know they’re not some random freak who just wants to get off. But as mentioned above, I think it also creates some issues on a social level i.e. don’t shit where you eat.
So what does everyone think? Should Use By Others (UBO) be kept strictly to strangers, or can it work with people you know???
Edited to add:
This post is just theoretical musing on my part without regard to what protocol should be followed or the fact that it’s not up to me anyway. Whatever, if anything, happened it would be up to Master, of course, and he has pretty stringent standards for who is allowed to participate in UBO, so it’s highly unlikely that this particular gentleman would ever get a playdate.