The FunHouse

Just when I think I have pushed my limits, I am proven wrong. That is what Dark Odyssey is all about and this last conference in DC on President’s weekend was no exception. At the conference in 2013, I met an amazing Dominant who creeped into my brain and toyed with me in the most delicious and devilish of ways. Since that time, we have played only once since the follow up at the 2014 Dark Odyssey conference. The frequency is insignificant. There are some people who don’t need to know you that well to really get you. The only question was, what could he possibly top himself from our past experiences?

He showed me how. He got to me again.

In the ballroom converted into the dungeon of Dark Odyssey, he did. The sounds of the house music, the smell of sweat and sounds of the nearby scenes, absorbed into me the moment his hand grabbed my neck. I’m typically not one for brutality but he used it so sweetly.  His punches felt like love pats.  I don’t like pain.  I am not a masochist.  He just knows how to convert pain into pleasure.  Brute force into massage.

Its trust.  I trust him with every fiber of my being.  The minute he takes the knife to my neck, his had to my throat, I relax.  I am where I want to be and that is all that matters.

The drama of the music, the scenes around us all fade away as he unzips his pants and gestures to me.  I obey hungrily.  When he kisses me its deep, so deep and delicious, I can feel  every nerve connecting in my body.

That’s the funhouse.