Mo’s Emo Munch.

Since the first Munch was held in 1992 in the South Bay, perverts have been getting together casually over coffee tea and food to shoot the shit and try to hook up.

I attended a Munch today that had me in a bit of a contemplative mood.

A friend was exchanging messages with their new owner. It is pretty amazing when people decide to put name, words and commitment into action and into the world. My heart smiled at the joy I could see on their face.

A newbie gal was literally surrounded by four dominants immediately after the “Introduction-go-round” was complete. Of course, the older, and the more experienced tops always ALWAYS zoom in for the fresh meat when it is presented!

When I first entered the Leather Scene, I was an available and solo free-agent for no time at all. I went straight from BDSM bookworm / student / online researcher / wistful dreamer into a Formal dominant / submissive Protocol based Leather Household, within 60 days. Slaves-in-training and all that goes with that emotional packaging. I’ll go into that some other time. Let us just say I had no Pervy Rumspringa. I went from run of-the-mill free-agent freak to locked down ascetic and stayed there for 2 years.

I wonder what might have been different if I’d had that initial burst of freedom that comes to those discovering their sexual selves, but this time, as an adult and with many more years of experience, baggage, prejudices and apprehension.

My first dominant was pleased to point out that I had been corralled before I’d had a chance to run wild.

Watching a new girl bask in the glow of new-girl-ism, with no-one to answer to, and her whole kink life ahead of her, I wonder.

I finally overcame my paradoxical shyness and chatted with a few people. I put a body and flesh to an online acquaintance while I was there. She seems a delight: thoughtful, engaged, energetic, and a likely new friend. She asked when I might be playing in public again, as she was curious to see what playing was like for me.

THAT, my friends, is a BDSM cherry popped. Usually people want to watch the dominants in action. Bottoms, submissives and slaves, alas and often, are merely the props. I wish I knew when I might next be getting my ass kicked in public! Playing in a Dungeon space with a really connected partner is one of the few environs in which I feel me, uncensored.

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  1. elfin on October 11, 2008 at 11:08 PM

    Oh darlin’, you are so much more than a “prop”.

    I recall one party where I was massaging my Domme (putting her back in order) while you were playing on the next table over. Whoo boy! My beloved and i both thought it was pretty hot. :)

    Y’know, the dominants think it’s all about them, but we’re the ones who make them look good.


    – e

  2. mollena on October 11, 2008 at 11:15 PM

    @elfin, you always have such a gift for the soothing and hopeful lift just when it is needed!



  3. Andrew on October 11, 2008 at 11:52 PM

    For what it’s worth, I certainly plan on kicking you ass in public again at some point. Before we play again, though, I really want feedback from you on our last scene. Good, bad or indifferent, feedback is fine. I want to know what pushed your buttons so I can push them harder next time.

  4. mollena on October 16, 2008 at 3:18 AM

    @Andrew…oh um. !!!!!

    *runs around and then hides*