Ridiculous to the Sublime

OK, so I went out twice this week, without malice of forethought it must be said, but there were reasons for this sudden burst of activity. Basically Natt is moving up to Scotland, and seems to want to pack in as much fun before leaving. He is only going for 2 months, officially, but may be up there longer.

Thursday (ridiculous)

Of course I had planned to be out on Thursday night for SM Gays. Again I had lots of friends coming, the Old Guard Household (or in moments of flippancy, knitting circle) was out, although not in full strength as Gareth, Simon and Andy were not able to come (Andy being in South Africa working on his tan…). Socially it was a good night. Lots of new people were there, like Natt’s friend Phil, but there were also people who I knew but had not met each other. So, from the ‘knitting circle’ perspective it was pretty rewarding.

However, from the point of view of action it was deathly boring. Partially because it was bondage (a naturally static event) but someone, somewhere, had taken the decision not to open the second arch after 10pm. This is the first time this year I have been to an SM Gays night when this has not happened. So with all of us crowded into the first arch it got hot and smoky, it was also brightly lit. So not much action was going to take place in the first arch, but by not opening the second the atmosphere was totally changed. We all buggered off as a group around 11, having generally said everything there was to say and not able to do much else.

(As an aside, the Master mentioned in the ‘Alpha’s Night Out’ entry was there again with Avis. I am told the poor boy was being paid silly money and has said to his client that he will not be going there again. He is actually quite a sweet lad, not into the scene as he is happy to say he is only doing it for the money. I hold my breath waiting to see his replacement).

Saturday (sublime)

If Thursday was dull, Saturday was fun. Admittedly I got there later than usual, having met up with Natt and Phil where they work but they did not finish until midnight. Phil is clearly keen, but pretty novice (for example he put his collar on the wrong way around) so I had fun putting him through a few presents, correcting some of his habits and behaviour. It was actually quite fun, treated Natt and Phil to some CP (hand only) and later in the evening tested out Phil’s bootlicking skills.

When we left it was all back to mine for more fun and frolics, good enough to ensure that I did not really wake up until 2pm. In short I have offered to take on Phil as a trainee, but have told him to go off and think about it. It is generally a bad move to have pre-existing friends join the same stable, but with Natt off to Scotland it makes more sense. Of course he may decline, which would be a shame but is always an option.


Meanwhile I am back on the hunt again, looking for a replacement for Natt: a slave who is available and geographically close enough to be a regular ‘club boi’. It will probably take longer to find one than it will for Natt to come back!

M