Play Space Experiences

[Shankara20]

So, my ex called - we were still friends, more-or-less. Some of her old high school chums, folks that she would go back to Kansas to visit, were going to San Francisco for the first time. Would I join them for dinner in the City in a few days? “Sure”.

Partway through dinner the ex, someone who likes to push sexual comfort levels a bit, asked, “Let's take them over to the Power Exchange for a look-see, ok?” She had visited PE once in the past and I will tell that story later. Ex was not a player but wanted us all to go as part of the “watchers”.

What she did not know was that PE, in an effort to reduce the number of rude and/or drunk and/or ill behaved watchers, changed the fee structure. Those dressed in “fetish” stuff, in their undies or undies with a towel paid about $30.00 to get in. those in street clothing paid $75.00.

Something else she did not know was that I had chosen that day to be fully femed under my suite and tie – in white. White thigh high hose, white lace garter, white lace thong, white camisole. How the hell was I to expect this PE suggestion? Ex knew I was into lace undies, but she had never seen me dressed in them.

It was very quiet for a few moments at dinner. The guests were asking her, “What is PE?” and she was answering. I have no idea what she was saying; I was busy doing the “shall I come out” math in my head. “Well, shall we go?” she asked again. My body temp had risen to the point the sweat was now forming in the usual places. Waiters and buspersons were busy scurrying around the dining room, good food was being enjoyed by well dressed diners and three sets of eyes were looking directly at me as I cleared my throat. I explained the fee structure at PE, towels were fine with them all.

“One more thing” and so I came out - right there at the dinner table in full detail of what to expect. After dessert we spent a lovely time walking around PE that night, three in towels and me in white lace wishing my panties were just a little bit larger that night.

I have seen those folks several times in the following years and hardly a word is spoken of that evening, but they always want to know the color of my panties.

 

[FurryFury]

So, my ex called - we were still friends, more-or-less. Some of her old high school chums, folks that she would go back to Kansas to visit, were going to San Francisco for the first time. Would I join them for dinner in the City in a few days? “Sure”.

Partway through dinner the ex, someone who likes to push sexual comfort levels a bit, asked, “Let's take them over to the Power Exchange for a look-see, ok?” She had visited PE once in the past and I will tell that story later. Ex was not a player but wanted us all to go as part of the “watchers”.

What she did not know was that PE, in an effort to reduce the number of rude and/or drunk and/or ill behaved watchers, changed the fee structure. Those dressed in “fetish” stuff, in their undies or undies with a towel paid about $30.00 to get in. those in street clothing paid $75.00.

Something else she did not know was that I had chosen that day to be fully femed under my suite and tie – in white. White thigh high hose, white lace garter, white lace thong, white camisole. How the hell was I to expect this PE suggestion? Ex knew I was into lace undies, but she had never seen me dressed in them.

It was very quiet for a few moments at dinner. The guests were asking her, “What is PE?” and she was answering. I have no idea what she was saying; I was busy doing the “shall I come out” math in my head. “Well, shall we go?” she asked again. My body temp had risen to the point the sweat was now forming in the usual places. Waiters and buspersons were busy scurrying around the dining room, good food was being enjoyed by well dressed diners and three sets of eyes were looking directly at me as I cleared my throat. I explained the fee structure at PE, towels were fine with them all.

“One more thing” and so I came out - right there at the dinner table in full detail of what to expect. After dessert we spent a lovely time walking around PE that night, three in towels and me in white lace wishing my panties were just a little bit larger that night.

I have seen those folks several times in the following years and hardly a word is spoken of that evening, but they always want to know the color of my panties.

Wow. I have no idea what I would have done if I were in your panties! Eek!

Thanks for sharing this story!

Fury

 

[Shankara20]

When I was first experimenting with crossdressing PE (in San Francisco) was still in the old location. I have gone several time just to look around and get a feel for what the house rules were. After about 3 visits I brought along a bunch of my lace stuff and dresses in a lovely nightgown with flowing lace robe. I do not dress to pass, I don't do make up or wig, I'm just a guy in a dress, or in this case, a nighty. I strutted around that place very excited, excited in all the ways you might imagine. After about an hour of this I was strutting down a hall and passed one of the house queens going the other way - as he/she passed me I heard "hsssss" my attire had just been critiqued - I got a huge smile on my face. I can to this day explain why I did not feel dejected, but I did not, nor do I to this day.

Later in the evening I retreated to one of the small rooms and while a small group watched through the window in the wall I did my ass with some of the very toys I have shown off here in other threads.

hee hee

 

[neonflux]

That was a very interesting story. I'm envious. I wish I were able to do public play. By nature I'm not able yet and by current life circumstances it wouldn't be wise. It revs me up to read of other's adventures though.

Thank you,

Fury

Fury, your welcome to just go on a tour with me should you ever be in SF... After all, voyeurism is a form of participation (Actually, did that last night - watched other Tops work.)

 

[neonflux]

When I was first experimenting with crossdressing PE (in San Francisco) was still in the old location. I have gone several time just to look around and get a feel for what the house rules were. After about 3 visits I brought along a bunch of my lace stuff and dresses in a lovely nightgown with flowing lace robe. I do not dress to pass, I don't do make up or wig, I'm just a guy in a dress, or in this case, a nighty. I strutted around that place very excited, excited in all the ways you might imagine. After about an hour of this I was strutting down a hall and passed one of the house queens going the other way - as he/she passed me I heard "hsssss" my attire had just been critiqued - I got a huge smile on my face. I can to this day explain why I did not feel dejected, but I did not, nor do I to this day.

Later in the evening I retreated to one of the small rooms and while a small group watched through the window in the wall I did my ass with some of the very toys I have shown off here in other threads.

hee hee

So, the question is, what color were your panties (he he!). That is before you started using your toys (hot!).

 

[Shankara20]

So, the question is, what color were your panties (he he!). That is before you started using your toys (hot!).

Well, that night I had the long flowing black robe, black fishnet hose and garter, black camisole and oppps no panties

 

[Soumis]

I actually played in my first large public play space Friday. When I lived in College Station the parties were always held in private homes, so this was a bit of a change, some good and some less so, just different mostly.

I posted on here once before about it, but I find the larger play spaces to be less intimate, go figure, so it took me a few visits to feel comfortable enough to play. (Or maybe I met another limit, how long I can go without playing when the opportunity presents itself...hehe)

The place was The Sanctuary for the Lifestyle Arts in Dallas. (http://www.sanctuarylifestyle.com) It's a huge space, in my opinion. There are about 50 stations which equates to room for more than a dozen scenes to be going on at once without anyone being in anyone else's way, more if you count the themed private room space as well. It used to be a warehouse and has a bit of a rough edges feel to it, but the walls are decorated and what needs to be padded is, so atmosphere wise I rather like it.

If this is a bit disjointed, I apologize, my feelings on this place are rather fluid at the moment, constantly being amended. And I know how country mouse in the big city it sounds.

It's a bit of a walk from the parking to the front door, but I'm always one for some anticipation, so that walk puts me in a nice mood. I've probably been the most vanilla dressed gal there every time, but that isn't going to change anytime soon. I get the feeling the man who signs me in always thinks I won't be back. There's this table where we sign in that's at the worst possible height, I made the mistake if you will, of dropping a knee so I could fill out the required paperwork without awkwardly leaning the first time, which earned me no small amount of teasing from the office staff.

There's this very nice man there who never fails to put a smile on my face with his kindness and he wears more fabulous underwear than I own. The couple I've gotten to know the most so far is an interesting pairing. The sub is a delightful (odd choice I know, but it's really the best fit) girl who is perfect for giving tours, she loves to talk. The Domme gives me chills, she is brisk. They complement each other, but it's strange to have a conversation with both of those personalities at once. This is the first place I've had any experience with what I think is the more usual bdsm demographic. More unattached submissive men it seems than anyone else.

The first time I went I just watched, told myself I was going to make an effort to get to know the local people and protocol before I played. My third meeting with these folks and my ideas of self-restraint were pretty much gone. As odd as it sounds, it was more than wanting a nice beating. I'm horrible with new groups, in any aspect of my life. Since this particular aspect is more shy-inducing than any other, I was afraid of getting into a pattern of being the shy gal voyeur, which isn't my thing. I don't even like to watch that much, feels too personal. I wanted to feel connected to this group somehow, so after observing and getting some references I took up a Dom on his offer for a nice beating.

Lots of talk and a bottle of disinfectant later it was time to strip. This is when it occurred to me that I've never seen a girl there played naked. Not one. Well what I was wearing was a bit delicate, and it'd get in the way anyway, so it went, but it was an odd observation. I was lucky in some ways that it was the day after Thanksgiving. There weren't any fewer people there than have been at parties I've scened at before, but since the space was larger that wasn't a huge deal. There was an odd feeling of isolation even though there were so many people because they were more spread out. I've never felt so disconnected from the people in the play space before a scene.

Thankfully, I discovered that all it takes is a bit of leather and a blindfold to make the play space particulars disappear. This was my first time playing on their kind of spanking bench, and since it was our first time scening together he didn't use restraints. (I'd be begging for those blasted restraints before it was over, that bench needs a slippery when wet warning attached.) A touch of a hand, leather, and cane later and my opinion of the place was vastly improved.

One good scene and I'm thinking fondly of it, and I imagine my opinion will continue to change as I get to know it and the members better. It's interesting how comforting that scene there was. I was seriously thinking I'd found the wrong place for me after the first time I'd been there, but now I'm definitely willing to give it some time and support. Of course, I still have some lovely bruises coloring my thinking...

 

[neonflux]

Well, that night I had the long flowing black robe, black fishnet hose and garter, black camisole and oppps no panties

no panties you must have had all of those hes and shes down there going, even before your show

 

[neonflux]

I actually played in my first large public play space Friday. When I lived in College Station the parties were always held in private homes, so this was a bit of a change, some good and some less so, just different mostly.

I posted on here once before about it, but I find the larger play spaces to be less intimate, go figure, so it took me a few visits to feel comfortable enough to play. (Or maybe I met another limit, how long I can go without playing when the opportunity presents itself...hehe)

The place was The Sanctuary for the Lifestyle Arts in Dallas. (http://www.sanctuarylifestyle.com) It's a huge space, in my opinion. There are about 50 stations which equates to room for more than a dozen scenes to be going on at once without anyone being in anyone else's way, more if you count the themed private room space as well. It used to be a warehouse and has a bit of a rough edges feel to it, but the walls are decorated and what needs to be padded is, so atmosphere wise I rather like it.

If this is a bit disjointed, I apologize, my feelings on this place are rather fluid at the moment, constantly being amended. And I know how country mouse in the big city it sounds.

It's a bit of a walk from the parking to the front door, but I'm always one for some anticipation, so that walk puts me in a nice mood. I've probably been the most vanilla dressed gal there every time, but that isn't going to change anytime soon. I get the feeling the man who signs me in always thinks I won't be back. There's this table where we sign in that's at the worst possible height, I made the mistake if you will, of dropping a knee so I could fill out the required paperwork without awkwardly leaning the first time, which earned me no small amount of teasing from the office staff.

There's this very nice man there who never fails to put a smile on my face with his kindness and he wears more fabulous underwear than I own. The couple I've gotten to know the most so far is an interesting pairing. The sub is a delightful (odd choice I know, but it's really the best fit) girl who is perfect for giving tours, she loves to talk. The Domme gives me chills, she is brisk. They complement each other, but it's strange to have a conversation with both of those personalities at once. This is the first place I've had any experience with what I think is the more usual bdsm demographic. More unattached submissive men it seems than anyone else.

The first time I went I just watched, told myself I was going to make an effort to get to know the local people and protocol before I played. My third meeting with these folks and my ideas of self-restraint were pretty much gone. As odd as it sounds, it was more than wanting a nice beating. I'm horrible with new groups, in any aspect of my life. Since this particular aspect is more shy-inducing than any other, I was afraid of getting into a pattern of being the shy gal voyeur, which isn't my thing. I don't even like to watch that much, feels too personal. I wanted to feel connected to this group somehow, so after observing and getting some references I took up a Dom on his offer for a nice beating.

Lots of talk and a bottle of disinfectant later it was time to strip. This is when it occurred to me that I've never seen a girl there played naked. Not one. Well what I was wearing was a bit delicate, and it'd get in the way anyway, so it went, but it was an odd observation. I was lucky in some ways that it was the day after Thanksgiving. There weren't any fewer people there than have been at parties I've scened at before, but since the space was larger that wasn't a huge deal. There was an odd feeling of isolation even though there were so many people because they were more spread out. I've never felt so disconnected from the people in the play space before a scene.

Thankfully, I discovered that all it takes is a bit of leather and a blindfold to make the play space particulars disappear. This was my first time playing on their kind of spanking bench, and since it was our first time scening together he didn't use restraints. (I'd be begging for those blasted restraints before it was over, that bench needs a slippery when wet warning attached.) A touch of a hand, leather, and cane later and my opinion of the place was vastly improved.

One good scene and I'm thinking fondly of it, and I imagine my opinion will continue to change as I get to know it and the members better. It's interesting how comforting that scene there was. I was seriously thinking I'd found the wrong place for me after the first time I'd been there, but now I'm definitely willing to give it some time and support. Of course, I still have some lovely bruises coloring my thinking...

hot! hot! hot!

 

[Shankara20]

no panties you must have had all of those hes and shes down there going, even before your show

hee hee

I hung out a lot at PE.

"hung out" hee hee

get it?


hee hee

 

[Shankara20]

Of course, I still have some lovely bruises coloring my thinking...

great story, thanks

 

[tiez]

These stories of your adventures in play spaces have been great. I've played in a few places - mostly private. There just seem not to be that many public places up in New England. All that insanity of people being afraid of sex and letting other people not be into what they want.

My problem with being in play spaces is that I usually end up being too much in 'space' that I don't remember the details well enough.



Guess that means I've been having fun while I've been there.