Black Doggerel

"There is the question of that degrading and primitive act to which I was subjected in the control room.


...I should like you to do it again."


Quote of the moment, from current obsession Blake's 7.

The obsessions, passions and crushes are thronging like leaves in bloody Vallombrosa lately, and blowing away almost as fast; although I do stay faithful to the ones I truly love, books, shows or people.

...in my fashion.


Bournemouth Munch last night. I wasn't really in the best mood for it - at once sleepy and fratchety - but met some nice new people and we got to play with this amazing Polymorph plastic. I don't know if its inventors considered its potential in the light of home-made paddles, slappers, ticklers, cuffs, probes and dildos when they first brought it out, but... let's just say I must have some. I MUST.

Am back, all sober and alone and sooo tired, but very glad I went. Much fun. Was tied up, slapped a little and bitten so the evening wasn't without its little excitements. Also dragged in a new muncher from the crowd in the gay bar downstairs - very sweet trans girl who I got talking to while we were waiting for them to open the upstairs room for us. She asked who we were - I think she thought we were all bankers or something terribly straitlaced, because we tend to look pretty vanilla - and she was interested, so she came and got tied up and made friends.

Was a very giggly munch with - don't know her name, tall buxom lady with the pipe-smoking bald man - getting very silly and having mock cat-fights and hair-pulling with Amanda. Good to be social again. Not done it in too long.

...but we missed you two that weren't there.


OK, off to bed now. Need to have my kitchen completely empty by tomorrow noon so I'll need to be up early. Not good at mornings. G'night all.

Wheeeeee new kitchen! NEW KITCHEN!!!

My illustrious landlords, the great and bountiful Bournemouth Borough Council, are sending men tomorrow to rip out, tear, mutilate, fold, spindle, burn, take and DESTROY the nasty beige floor, the foul beige cupboards and the disgusting wood-effect Formica worktops that have been offending my finely-tuned aesthetic sense for the best part of a year now. They will be replaced by shiny new virgin-white cupboards, a dove-grey floor and a dark marbley slate-grey Formica, hopefully before the end of next week.

Apparently the white tiles are intended to be replaced with more white tiles. I can live quite happily with white - at least it's not bloody beige - but I can't help being very conscious that black tiles would be so very much better. I wonder if I can talk them into it? Maybe if I buy the tiles myself? I still have all my B&Q vouchers from Christmas. If they'll do it and if the tiles are cheap enough that I could still afford paint, I shall do that.

And, in other news, Bournemouth Munch tonight. I was this >< close to deciding not to go - no topbit, no manicmiranda... just the thought makes me come over all sad and meh. But that's no attitude to take, so I'll bloody well be there and damn well enjoy myself whether I like it or not.

This would be the first week in a long time I don't have any visible bruises. Bah. I don't know what I may have to do to restore my perv-cred...

...and so, after some pleasant sex-based fun at my place, we headed off to the munch. I was struck, once again, by what an excellent group we have here in Bournemouth. No, I don't have anyone to compare it to, but K agrees with me and he's been going to the London and Watford munches for years, as well as hanging out with various local groups wherever he happens to be working at the time, so I'm right. I always am, you know.

We usually get together in the upstairs room, but my beautiful thunderstorm had leaked through the roof and made it unusable, so they put us in the beer garden and roped it off with "private party" signs so that we didn't have random people wandering in. It was damp but not raining, and we all sat in a big circle and talked about dirty things. The nice part about the beer garden was that because there wasn't a roomful of little tables, we felt more like one big group than a whole bunch of little ones, and I got to talk to a few people (like manicmiranda) that I hadn't had the chance to last time.

I still hardly know anyone's names, though - I'm thinking of them as Leather Trousers Dude, Whip Man, Corset Lady, Tall Blonde, Pervy T-Shirt Guy, Tangerine Bloke et al... I dare say I'll pick them all up eventually, though. Either that or I'll invent silly names for them all and the silly names will stick for good - that works too.

Kev started the fun and games with his big bag of tricks, showing off the green plastic stingy thing and the black rubber slappy thing he'd used on me - I still can't remember their right names, and hey, who cares as long as they slap and sting right? Then he started with the ropes - first a bit of hair bondage:



That was surprisingly erotic for something so clothed and decent - partly because the back of my neck is very sensitive and erogenous anyway, and partly because he tied it very tightly, so it was very reminiscent of being grabbed by the hair, which is a thing he does in less decent and clothed circumstances.

He also did an amazing ropework "corset" in pink and blue on Sue - I don't have her permission to post the pics, so I won't - from the front she was completely wrapped in even coils of alternating pink and blue, and from the back it was all ornamental knots from her buttocks to her shoulder-blades - absolutely beautiful.

And manicmiranda and I both got to play with a big whip. Whip Man had several, but he wouldn't let anyone touch the really big expensive ones - he did amuse himself by cracking it like a gunshot in the beer garden all evening, and I honestly wouldn't have been too surprised if someone in earshot had called the police. Even when I was expecting it, the cracks still made me jump every time. I found, with the smaller whip, that they're harder to crack than you'd think - but such a thrill when I did!

Such a good time, and more good times to come. I mentioned parties - and everyone bitched like mad about having nowhere to have any. So I'm going to have one here. It'll take a bit of emailing about to fix a date when everyone I want there can come, but it's on! Yayyy!!

I'm flagging. I'm going to get off the keyboard and watch the rest of Dr Who now - have caught up as far as Father's Day - I think that's six out of the obligatory ten now, myrystyr. What a sodding good show it is, to be sure.

K is coming to see me tomorrow. That's not the only reason I'm happy tonight... but still so very tired. Goodnight, all.