So I went to a dungeon last night, for the first time in my life.
There won't be any graphic sex in this post. Sex was not allowed at this event. Yes, I did see a few folks naked, but no sex.
Overall, it was nice. I would have liked more, but you can't always get what you want.
I'm now a member of that club.
The night started with a review of proper dungeon behavior. I noticed myself experiencing anxiety-induced paresthesia (ants in my legs). This paresthesia had not visited me in a while. I guess last night was the appropriate night for its return. I'm autistic. I stimmed. I would have stimmed, but I find the stimming helps with the paresthesia. It eventually went away.
After this talk, there were various stations at which people could experiment with different kinks. However, there were a lot of people there. A lot of them were absolute newbies. This made for a bad combination. I already know what I'm into. I'm a Dom. I've done some of what they were demonstrating. Not all of it, but those stations that were interesting to me insisted of explaining everything from a bottom's standpoint. I'm a top (most of the time). I'm also partially deaf. Due to the size of the crowd, it was hard to hear and to see.
I went around a few times, but at some point I figured my time would be better spent at home than there. It was getting close to bedtime anyway. (Again, I'm autistic. Schedules do matter.)
The next event I plan to attend is aimed at queer folks.
My ex-bf had been to a previous iteration of the queer event before and told me to bring earplugs. I did not need them last night, but I may need them in the future.
I received compliments about my pins (Daddy Dom, autism, pansexual, polyamorous), and my Panama hat.
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