It is one of my favorite times of year. Not only can I find stunning boots that fit, I can wander around in fetish wear and most people don't even blink.
It is also one of the saddest times of the year for me. There are events in my past that happened around Halloween. Deaths, accidents, woe to rend your heart. But that is in the past.
I have been cleaning the house for a party. It is not only a great thing to do, it has been cathartic. I have been purging things that I just don't need, and haven't needed for quite a few years. Even if I still fit into the pants from High School, I do NOT need them. The paddles, crops and other things, on the other hand...
It is interesting to me how long I have been interested in the kinkier side of life. I could never be a Vegan for the simple fact of my love of leather. I have tried 'vegan leather' and have found it lacking. Vinyl and rubber are o.k, but they still do not have the same feel.
The party is supposed to be a mellow thing, not quite vanilla. They never last that way. My play space is the house. Most think that to be a Dominant, you need a black, leather shrouded basement room with all sorts of wonderfully nasty implements. If you have read any of my writing, you know that is not how I think. I do have 'stations', a flogging post in one room, a massage area in another, for instance. And this year, I have plans for a bond fire in the back yard with a shelter open to it, but that can be made private for...other activities.
I will have to see if I can get several changes of costume together. I know I am going to go through several with what I hope happens.
Now, where did I put that old flogger I found...
Miss R
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