Wednesday, 3 October 2012

My First Munch

Right, this post has been long overdue. This actually happened before any of my shopping expeditions, but I hadn't come around to writing about it yet.

For those of you who have no idea what a munch is, like I just a few months ago, according to the Urban Dictionary it is:
A low-pressure, social gathering at a restaurant or pub for people into BDSM. Particularly intended for people new to the scene who might be intimidated by a play party.
Well, if you don't feel ready for a play party, drop by the munch next week and meet some people.

There is an organisation in the Netherlands, the VSSM (www.vssm.eu), which busies itself with BDSM. VSSM is an abbreviation of Vereniging Studiegroep Sadomasochisme (Association Study group SadoMasochism), since in the day a study group for SM sounded more acceptable than an organisation where you could practice your interests.

This organisation organises regular munches, where interested persons can meet in a relaxed atmosphere, get information about BDSM, talk with like minded people and have fun. After reading their site, I joined as a member, even before I ever went to one of their meetings. I was so convinced I would like it, that I decided it would be worth the money for me. Besides: I'll be coming out ahead if I go to just 5 meetings a year.

So on a hot day in August, I went to the nearby city of Amersfoort for my first visit.

As you can imagine, I was nervous, and that, combined with the heat, made for an uncomfortable start of the day. I took extra care with my make up and clothing, because I wanted to look good. I also made sure I wasn't late, so of course I was way too early and therefore had some tea at the station before taking the bus. The bus ride wasn't long, but when I saw the building it felt as if we'd left town: it's in the middle of trees, in a very quiet neighbourhood, like visiting the woods.

When I arrived, people were already waiting until the door opened. Everybody was lovely and welcoming, waiting in the shade under the trees, just chatting and laughing. It was very clear to see that most of them already knew each other, but newbies, like me, were very much accepted.

The building itself, being low and made out of wood, was very hot as well, since the air conditioning hadn't fully kicked in yet, so after showing my membership card I headed straight for the bar to get myself some more tea.

It was one large room, with a bar, some couches around a table and a curtained off playroom, with a massage table, a cross, and some large beams with chains. The play area also had some couches, for lookers on. There was also a changing room, which several people used to slip into something more (un)comfortable. This room doubled as a smoking room, since you can't really expect people to go out for a smoke while (un)dressed for playing: it's better to be a bit discrete.

I sent a lot of time chatting to people. I was advised by several to register at www.fetlife.com, a website for people with our lifestyle, and I got told about the fetish shop I already blogged about.

At some point I went into the play area to have a look. People were playing there: woman on man, man on man, 3 men on 2 women. Everybody was having a great time, there was lots of talking, laughing, giggling and pure pleasure. While watching I got to try out some handcuffs: they were nice enough, but not really my thing, but perhaps they will turn out to be an acquired taste.

I got two offers for play, and accepted one. The leather wrist and ankle cuffs felt good, but stripping to my underwear and top in public was weird. Not uncomfortable exactly, but weird nonetheless. I've never been a prude, but I'm no exhibitionist either. Still, in the context, it wasn't much different from stripping in a gym locker room. But the moment play started I closed my eyes and went away: I was in subspace even before things got more serious.

After being cuffed with my back to the cross I was slapped on the thighs, scratched on the arms, and my nipples were pinched. I also got to be standing there while being watched. Than, after being turned around, my butt and back got the same kind of attention. It all felt real good.

Afterwards I got a nice cuddle on a couch, before going to the bar for a nice cold drink: just some ice water can taste real good. Then I felt ice cubes down my back, which felt very nice, being sore and still very hot.

It took me a long time to return on earth and before I remembered to thank my partner for a very nice time. On my way back, I was thinking about my next munch and what to wear then and in bed, when I felt my painful backside, I never even shifted to get more comfortable, I just relished the feeling.

5 comments:

  1. I feel a story is coming up. PK will be happy if you work this into a story.
    I have never been and will never go to a party, but its still nice to hear what happens there.
    Maybe you can give some advice to Ronnie.

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    1. Bas, stay out of my mind! :P

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    2. When is it ready?
      OK, OK,I won't say another word.

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  2. Welcome to blogland :o)
    Loved the sharing of your munch experience and glad it worked out so tremendously well.

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  3. What a wondering and nice report.
    Peter

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