Only not for the squeamish. For those who don't want to get a whole new insight into Nezumi, and be exposed to way too much information, then perhaps you might not want to click the link.

It's a long entry, too. So be prepared to settle in for a good solid read. Hopefully you won't be too bored.

But for the brave, with stalwart constitutions, have fun.

You know, to look at Nezumi a year ago, you'd never realize that Nezumi was born the way she is.

Not female, although that applies. Full-out, shameless slut! That's what Nezumi is.

You all were wondering why Nezumi felt sexy the other day? Well, this is why. Last night, Nezumi took her courage in hand, and attended The Bondage Ball.

It was the first event of its kind in the area, and certainly the first fetish event Nezumi's ever gone to. Nope, not ever before. Not even a spanking. Which makes all of the following just a bit more impressive, she thinks.

Let's start with the outfit, shall we?

Black is the colour, but the dominant tone is skin. Lots and lots of skin. Start with a black lycra thong. Then add fishnet stockings, held up with a black latex garter belt. Then on top, a chain halter with nothing underneath. And then balance all that on a pair of 3" black/silver faux snake heels.

Yes, this means near-complete nudity from the back. And not much more in the front.

Armed with that outfit, bright red finger- and toenails, and a dramatic makeup job, Nezumi boldly strode into the club, where at its peak were assembled at least 100 people, all of whom were enjoying themselves every bit as much as Nezumi. Although only a few were as scantily dressed.

The first little while was tentative, walking about, looking at the set pieces (folks tied up in various interesting permutations), getting the lay of the land, seeing people Nezumi knew (aside from UberWench and Butch, whom she went with (and were damn fabulous themselves)), she saw Durga, J and her friend M, who was handling the body painting with liquid latex. Later on in the evening, after an hour or two, we three who went together were approached because there was a "no full nudity" rule, mandated by our fair city, which apparently included no nipples. So we, as the only ones topless, were compelled to receive a lovely coating of blue liquid latex, which of course concealed nothing at all. ^__^ And way later on, Nezumi got a serpentine design done, which covered a large portion of her back. But there was much fun to be had before that, oh be sure of that!

But since this promises to be a long entry, let's make it a little longer. You're in no hurry, are you? Excellent, then we'll describe the space.

Bella Muse, where the event took place, is an interesting spot. The main room, which was bisected by a fashion-show runway leading from the stage at one end, was done in bare ceiling beams and wood plank floors. At the back, awsy from the front windows, was the painting table, and on either side of that was the gauze-covered makeout area, and a hanging, swinging beam, with alternating short and long pipes, for climbing on. It took until about 4:00 a.m. before they had the bright idea of lashing someone to it, but it was fun watching some very fit and adventurous young men taking the challenge from time to time. From there, along the back, extended the table and bar area, all done in Airstream aluminium style. When we arrived, there was a fresh fruit buffet, artfully laid out on a naked girl bound in Saran Wrap. Later, she was to be found, still in Saran Wrap, wandering the ball. A hallway led to the front reception, again in steel, but this was a hallway of interest. On one side were the washrooms, but facing those was a long, glass room, behind which at any given time there were two or three bound individuals in various stages of distress. A fabulous living gallery of bondage delight! And from there was found the front area, and a short hall back to the front of the main room.

Another lovely feature of the main room, toward the front, was a man strapped to a steel table, his face obscured by a gas mask. Oh, for a candle! But Nezumi digresses. *ahem*

So after a while, the place started to fill up, and then started to heat up. Nezumi's body was energized by a thin, electric sheen of sweat, which made her feel daring. Reckless. Free. Nezumi danced.

And after she danced, she was beaten.

Nezumi has the honour of saying that at the very first Bondage Ball, her very first fetish event of any sort, she was the very first to be flogged. Durga started it off, although her technique definitely needed work. Very little feeling, and Nezumi was left wondering where the rest was. Although she did improve as the night went on. But then others took up the task, and other tools were used. At one point, she managed to borrow a riding crop from J's date, and that was amazing. It was a totally different experience from the various floggers, some big, some small. Nezumi liked it muchly, and indeed she liked the flogging too. UberWench is a talented woman, make no mistake.

Nezumi likes to think she was rather a lovely sight to look at. Picture it please, dear readers. 6'7" in heels, and a good half of that leg. Totally bare buttocks, and mostly bare back. Standing, net-clad legs straight as poles, in those tall heels, bent sharply at the waist, back slightly arched, pushing the bottom back toward the punishment promised her, arms braced against the runway and face in ecstacy at each stroke. Take a moment, think on it. That was Nezumi, before dozens of onlookers.

Is this the same Nezumi who was a bundle of nerves., going to the grocery store alone? Just a year ago?

Ah, it was marvellous! Nezumi never knew the feeling before, but now she has a love for it. She'd always suspected herself as being naturally submissive, of course, and it's nice to know that there's a place outside of emotional abuse where that trait has a place. But a little more on that in a moment.

From zero to everything in one jump. Watch that first step! Never really even spanked with any enthusiasm, Nezumi found herself in one fabulous night beaten by no less than six individuals, with a variety of implements, all carrying their own flavour of pain. One Mistress, who was actually the mother of the artist on the far side of the room, was an absolute artiste. She did things with that flogger, many long strips of coloured leather, bound to a solid handle, that put Nezumi into orbit. She was the first to strike Nezumi's back, and she was able to do it with precision, varying the strikes all the way from hard stripes to the merest of caresses. Nezumi would do much for another chance at her attentions.

On the other end of the spectrum lay the punishment corner, set up much later in the evening. This was done by a much heavier set woman, but no less talented. It was hard, and jarred Nezumi's bones. But amazingly, it struck at exactly the point of Nezumi's current limit. Not past. Not short. Right at her limit. Tracing the border, right from the first stroke. Nezumi swears, the woman was telepathic. Also very friendly, Nezumi would have liked a chance to chat with her later, but she was on the far side of the room by then, and missed out. Ah, well. Maybe next time.

In between all this was the show. The main event, so to speak, although in some ways the whole experience was an event like no other.

It started with the fetish fashion show, and there were many things to see. Among the really amazing outfits were a series of really hot women wearing a variety of latex outfits. Nezumi wants that thigh-length leather skirt, it was sooo hot! She doesn't know if she could pull off the semi-opaque white latex dress, but she'd certainly be willing to try. Also, there was the Master who, dressed in black, held the leads of two young men, one the gas-mask clad boy from the table earlier, who fought each other like rabid dogs, and then turned on their former master, a very sexy sight indeed, and taking place no more than 2 feet away from Nezumi. Yummy!!

After the fashion show were the presentations, starting with the marionette show. A topless girl, with wrist, ankle and waist bands clipped to ropes suspended from a frame, was made to play a role in a silent play, set to dischordant piano music. It was a sad story, where she was offered her desires and then denied them, teased and then abandoned. It was almost enough to make you cry. After that, there was a bondage demonstration, including suspension from ropes, nipple rings, and a stockade. Not bad, and the half-mask worn by the Master did a lot for the atmosphere.

But then came Nezumi's moment. A demonstration of dominance and...submission. Submission of a volunteer from the audience. The Mistress only had two to choose from, Nezumi and a girl on the other side of the runway. So there we were, racing to follow our Mistress' commands to see who would be the one to partake of her commands. In the end, Nezumi won by being able to reach the stage first, no great surprise given her legs. Butch said she couldn't believe how fast Nezumi got up there, barely before the words were out of her mouth. Guess Nezumi's just eager, that's all. ^__^

It was interesting. Nezumi was asked to repeat her Mistress' words, and then she was given a collar to wear, signifying that for the duration of the demonstration she was the Mistress' to do with as she would. Which Nezumi, who's always wanted to experience submission, was only too ready to agree to.

Almost immediately, she was tested. Blindfolded, she was led to the one instrument she's been nervous about, the stocks! Not because she fears them, but because she knows her body. Tourette's Syndrome will always be her companion, although it's been lessening with the reduction of testosterone. But still, having neck and wrists pinioned was difficult to surpress.

Then came the flogging, and it was hard! Much harder, right from the first stroke, than Nezumi expected. A couple of people told Nezumi afterwards that they were rather distressed that she hadn't warmed Nezumi up at all, a very valid criticism. Nezumi still has marks on her upper thigh and waist from what she did up there, although it was still a good experience from where Nezumi was held. She also has marks from the Mistress' fingernails, which she was told actually broke skin. Eep!

Various techniques were used to drive Nezumi deeper. Feathers, fingers, nails, flogger and, at the end, hot wax. Which again surprised some of Nezumi's friends, as they knew that Nezumi had never experienced this before. But to Nezumi, it was amazing! Here she was, in a world of darkness, going deeper into her own mind all the time, suddenly feeling this liquid heat on her back. It was like going into a new world. And in its way, it was ecstacy.

Nezumi's talked to a couple of the atendees she knew, and perhaps she didn't give as good a show as she should have. Although undoubtedly a lovely sight, she was immobile, taking the blows without much noticeable flinching, hard as they were. And she was silent throughout, although her breathing got very heavy partway through, as what was being done to her took its effect. Ah, next time. Nobody's perfect their first time, Nezumi tells herself.

There were other diversions, of course, and much fun throughout the evening. Good people, good energy, all night. Over the course of six hours, give or take, Nezumi discovered a whole new world. Partly outside, partly inside. And she managed to confirm a lot of what she suspected about herself, which Nezumi suspects we could all bear to do.

It might be a little embarrassing to say, but Nezumi will admit that the floggings she took on the floor did, in fact, turn her on. The line between pain and pleasure is fine indeed, it seems.

What else? Well, many hot people in many hot costumes and many stages of undress, all undeniably sexual. All sorts of body types, all sorts of styles, all sorts of fetishes. Nezumi thinks she caught at least a couple of people checking her out with some approval, and she did the same to a few. Two in particular, one little petite girl with the sweetest ass in the world, wearing a short black tube dress that rode up while she writhed in an undeniably sexual fashion at every stroke. And one young man with an amazing physique, wearing black pants (leather? denim? not sure), no shirt and a painted-on bat mask. He caught Nezumi checking out him a couple of times, but ooh, he was fine.

Oh, and one other big thing. At the end of the show, were door prizes. Including for the best costume of the night, which Nezumi put herself in the running for. Which allowed her the unrivalled chance to dance almost naked, elevated, before the captive eyes of almost a hundred strangers. There's nothing like that applause to make a girl grateful for working out and eating right. ^___^

In case you're wondering, the girl in Saran Wrap won, although it was a close race with the girl who designed her own bodice. Deservedly so, they were both fine, and Nezumi doesn't mind losing one little bit.

Although a $100 gift certificate for leather goods would have been a lovely thing, she thinks.

Afterwards, we went back to Butch's place, where Nezumi drank most of a beer (she might not drink normally, but it seems only fitting with the losing of one's virginity) and just sat there with the others and enjoyed the permanent grin plastered to her face.

A lovely night indeed. And to show for it, Nezumi has a lovely red leather collar (a prize for being flogged in the corner), some rather lovely welts on her right buttock, a few scratch marks on her back, striped on her right thigh, and miscallaneous other abrasions about the back of her body, which she's sure looked lovely at the Ball.

The ironic part of the whole thing is, the most dramatic and lasting of her "trophies" came not from her beatings, but from her outfit. She has a rather nasty red mark right in the middle of her back, from the buckle on the lower strap of her halter. Seems leaning back into the metal chair during the fashion show and following festivities wasn't such a good idea after all.

Well, at least Nezumi had fun! Which she's sure reveals something or other about her character.

Can't wait for the next one!