This past weekend, I did my first public scene. 'T' and 'T', a married couple, co-topped me at a BDSM night held at a swingers club. Amazing space, amazing tops and that made for a wonderful scene for which I actually got down to only my bra and underwear. The wonders never cease.
I wasn't sure I could do it, and a lot of the reason I could and did was just the set up, that the environment was so great. We were "in" a room with three walls, and I was able to face away from the open wall, so all I saw were walls, and had no indication that there was anyone behind me at all. Even given all that though, it didn't stop the anxiety from washing over me when I was told to get down to whatever I was "comfortable with"...I felt like saying, I'm comfortable fully clothed thanks. I knew that wasn't what he meant, and I wanted a beating like no other time I can really remember. Just the slow process of peeling off my tights, and stripping out of everything else made me acutely aware of every small sound around me. Face down on the spanking bench, I was more comfortable, but still very...naked...even though I wasn't.
I relaxed though...some. Pain does seem to do that. I was even able to chuckle a bit that while tied up and being beaten, my underwear kept sliding down, and the Top kept having to pull them back up. He might have been Topping me, but my underwear were totally Topping him. They ran the whole scene :)
I found out later that we had a small audience for most of the scene, which I loved...I just don't want to know they are there till it's over and I'm dressed.
Now my ass is sore...wonderfully so.
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