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A Day in the Life

Attending a Party as a Guest

Written by angel

Wow. My first RKS play party. Tonight's the night. Let's see... I met a bunch of nice people at a munch and decided I wanted to pursue my interest in the group. I'd chatted with one Board member in particular for quite awhile at the munch, and when I emailed her later about my interest in attending a party, she said she'd be happy to have me as her guest once she asked the Board. So she had emailed the rest of the Board of Directors and got permission for me to come. And now it's Saturday and I'm getting ready!

When we spoke I explained that I wasn't sure I'd want to participate or "play/scene" at my first party. I don't want anyone thinking I'm a just a peeping tom type! She told me that is perfectly fine, and that many people just watch on a given night. I'm welcome to participate if I'm comfortable and meet someone I'd like to scene with, but just watching is perfectly fine too. That was a relief.

They told me to dress in "street clothes" to arrive at the party. When I asked how people normally dress for the parties my new friend told me that there's a wide range... some wear jeans, some wear skirts or dresses, some wear fetish wear, some wear nothing! So I'll wear a long casual black skirt, a nice top, and heels. They also said people can change once they get there and that fetish wear is encouraged but certainly not required. Well, I don't really have any fetish wear yet so I'll just stick with this outfit tonight.

I have the address of the play party (which I know I need to keep confidential), and I'm just going to meet my new friend there. The party starts at 8 but they said I can arrive anytime until 11. It's about 9:00 when I arrive. Pulling up in front of the building, I park on the street as they told me to. Taking a deep breath as I walk to the door, a bit nervous but very excited, I ring the bell and wait for someone to let me in... just as they said I should. Sure enough, here comes someone to let me in. A tall, smiling man dressed mostly in black as my friend said many of the guys do. He welcomes me and shows me the way down the hall, through two more doors and into the RKS space.

As we walk through the big sliding door, I see several people standing chatting, some nibbling on snacks, others sipping soda or water... all in various types and stages of dress. The man who let me in directs me to the dark-haired woman sitting at a small table by the door. She smiles and introduces herself. I remember meeting her at the munch. She writes down my name and I hand over my $20 guest fee. She also has me sign a guest form basically stating that I'm over 18, agree to follow RKS's rules, that I understand there are inherent risks in the type of play that takes place at RKS, and that I agree to maintain confidentiality. No big deal. I sign my name and hand the form back. She then introduces me to another member of the Board whom I haven't yet met. This woman offers to show me around. I follow along as she points out the restrooms, the coat rack, the changing room, the food/drink area.

She explains that the social area is for chatting and, well, socialization. I smile and say hello to a few people and introduce myself as we pass through. Then we go into the dungeon where she explains that we have to keep chatter to a minimum so as not to disturb scenes that are going on. She points out the cool down area and various pieces of furniture and equipment. She also explains that the dungeon monitors, who are always on duty while there's play going on, make sure everyone follows the rules and plays safely. They wear red sashes or badges so they're easily identifiable. What a great idea. Now I know who to go to if I have questions.

There are even communal toys for people like me who don't have suitcases full of floggers and whips yet! As we walk through the dungeon I see several different scenes going on. There's one that looks sensual... blindfold, feathers, and rope— oh my! There's someone bound between two vertical chains having fun with clamps and a flogger. Oh, and there's some knife play. That will be interesting to watch.

After the tour, she takes me back out to the social area and I sit down to chat with some folks. The conversations wander from BDSM topics to everyday life and back. I meet some of the current members, some other folks who are guests just like me, and a few people who are visiting from another BDSM group a few hours away. I share some of my BDSM interests with a few people, and others tell me about things they're interested in.

A couple I've been chatting with say they're going into the dungeon to watch for a bit and ask if I'd like to come. So we spend a bit watching some of the scenes going on. One of the Doms even gives me a tour of his toy bag, explaining what different toys do and how they might feel. Kind of a show and tell so I can think about what I might be interested in trying out.

Before I know it, several hours have passed! It's 1:30 a.m. and things are beginning to wrap up for the night. I've met some great new friends, watched several interesting and intriguing scenes, even held a few toys. I think I may have to try out that St. Andrew's Cross or that padded cage next time I come. And yes, there will be a next time!