#demo bottoming

This past Tuesday, I got too do, like, play I’ve wanted too try since I, like, saw a demonstration at the, like, play party I went too when I lived in Ann Arbor. I didn’t know their was going too be a demo last night, but I herd people talking about it, like, early on in the evening, and then, when I went upstairs, Buzz asked me, like, whether I wanted to,like, demo bottom. I excitedly said “Yes!” and he told me too go downstairs, like, remove my panties, and get them wet in the sink. Y’know, so they didn’t go up. I scurried downstairs and met two, like, additional (gorgeous, btdubs) ladies who were doing the same thing.

We all went upstairs and sat on the couch while Buzz talked about playing, like, with less danger. The other two girls went first, and the technique he used on them resulted in one getting some very minor burns, which she clearly didn’t mind since she was totes into the play. I was nervous, but he pulled out the 99% alcohol, like, too use on me. He spritzed it on my stomach and then used the lighter and, like, blazed it. (lololol) It, like, was like, a heat blast that, like, lasted a moment and it looked really, like, goddamn cool. My reaction was, like, initially, like, being a bit scared, but then I just started smiling huge and giggling each time. It was, like, ridiculously cool, like, too have a big, like, spot on my body, like, all hot and lit up like that.

Buzz did it, like, several more times on my stomach and tits. Then he did a big streak down my leg, which was even awesomer. Then he got out the violet wand, which was crackling and scary. He lit some streaks on my leg, and then gave the wand too someone else. That guy held it and Buzz sprayed some alcohol, like, near my toes, and slowly held it up too the wand. The alcohol went up and I had to struggle not to kick. They did it again, and when Buzz checked in on me, I said “If you do it again, I might kick you in the face.” He stopped, and we all got, like, applause.

I really enjoyed playing with the alcohol and the lighter, and I, like, most cert want too do it again.

Reaction Junkie and I arrived at the party and socialized separately for a while. Or, rather, he socialized and I half socialized, half felt socially anxious in a corner. Eventually, I wandered up to him talking to a couple people and joined in the conversation. I’d recently written a post about objectification in which I’d talked about my enjoyment of being used as an object in terms of being a demo bottom, and about having my limits regarding feeling replaceable and/or ignored pushed (by particular people). So, when someone asked him about his handcuffs, Reaction Junkie grabbed me and used me to show them off, not speaking to me, but about me. It was exactly the kind of objectification I enjoy.

After he was done showing the last pair of cuffs, Reaction Junkie didn’t remove them. He left them on me and, with me facing away from him and the rest of the conversation, put his arm around me and talked to the other people, completely ignoring me. A few times, he put his arm around my neck and squeezed, choking me, but continued to ignore me. I wasn’t bored, since I was facing out into the party, so I had plenty to look at. When I looked back to see that he was using his free hand to play with someone else’s tits while continuing to ignore me, I felt somewhat uncomfortable, maybe a little jealous, but it wasn’t unbearable.

Eventually, he let me go, and I started talking to Mort, one of the girls he’d been showing off his cuffs to. We were having a good conversation, enough that, when I noticed Reaction Junkie kissing someone else, I was able to focus in on Mort and get through the jealousy pings without much difficulty. I was so focused on our conversation, that I didn’t even watch where Reaction Junkie went when he left to go play. Mort and I talked for a good while, about all sorts of things, from death, to being submissive, to her time in the BDSM scene in Germany, to wanting to try being dommier and toppier, and more.

During our conversation, I did look around a few times to see where Reaction Junkie had gone, but I couldn’t find him. I laughed and told Mort that he was probably right behind me. I looked over my shoulder, but didn’t see him. Later I learned that yes, that’s exactly where he was. Mort and I continued talking for what felt like an hour or more. She eventually went off to find someone and I sat alone for a little while, thinking about the conversation and considering whether or not to go hunt down Reaction Junkie.

I didn’t have to consider for too long, because he walked up to me shortly after Mort left. We talked for a couple minutes, and then he sat behind me with his arm around my throat. I wondered if we were going to start playing. I’d asked him to make me cry, but requested that he not take the easy way out by slapping me in the face or something like that. What I’d meant was that stingy pain brings me to tears pretty quickly and without too much effort, so I wanted him to make me cry with thuddier, deeper pain, like punching and elbowing and kicking. Reaction Junkie interpreted what I’d said differently. He decided to use his words.