Electric Sunday

Although last week was a very busy and mentally stressful week, and I had looked forward to relaxing and recharging over the weekend, it seems that I spent my weekend out and about doing things and so now that it is Sunday night, I am not sure that I feel that well rested at all!

Yesterday after going to Broadway Market, tlsd and M and I went to the high street to do some shopping, and then back to their place to watch both the games and have a barbecue. Oh boo hoo England lost, Brazil lost. I don't really care about soccer anyway, so it hardly mattered to me. Then we, including the other flatmates and another friend of one stayed around drinking and hanging out for a bit. So I got home around midnight and promptly fell right to sleep.

Today my plan was to meet up with N and head to the London Alternative Market which seems to be in direct competition to the London Fetish Fair. Not that I care. I don't attend events of any sort, including munches, frequently at all. I don't consider myself 'on scene', although I do not question my interests and activities, and would backhand anyone who did. Although this was the 5th LAM, it was the first I have attended. In particular because it is held right down at Clapham Junction, a ten minute walk from where Mr.Aloof (used to) live. Up until now, I'd found the idea of being that close to the object of my desire, but not being able to have it far too painful. But now what was the object of my desire is no longer, and I felt I could brave the long journey south without too much sadness and longing.

I met up with N around 11:30, which meant I left my house around 10:15. I used attending the market as an excuse to wear my black puff-ball skirt which I bought a while back but hadn't found an occasion to wear it to yet along with a new tank top I bought at Marks yesterday. I was feeling fairly chipper about my outfit and positive about going (given my past thoughts on the matter, this was a good thing). N had been to the market all but the first time, so in we went for a wander about looking at some of the stalls before heading upstairs to get a good spot for the electricity workshop which N was keen on attending.

Now I might like lots of things other people find strange- being spanked, flogged, whipped, cropped, caned, clamped, and tied to name a few, but I have never been particularly interested in the idea of electric play. Not sure why, it just never struck my fancy. So I went out of curiosity, but not curiosity, you know? The workshop was good- mostly information on how not to kill someone and what the various electric kits on the market meant. This was good information, but it still wasn't really selling me on the idea (nor was the 'it apparently feels like the best blow job ever', not having the right equipment myself).

After the workshop, N and I had some crepes and then walked around the stalls a lot more and chatted to various people here and there. N bought some nylon rope in a lovely cranberry color. I thought about buying rope, but for what? What good would it be to learn how to tie? It's not like I can learn to tie myself up. I don't know. That aspect of the market was still difficult. I saw some great toys that I would love to feel biting into my skin. But what's the point when there's no one to share that with? A submissive really can't buy that much equipment. I mean, what's the point? But it is frustrating. Around 2:30 there was a prize draw for everyone who had dropped their name in a bucket. I had put my name in, along with a hundred other people. So imagine my shock when the very first name to be called out was mine! I never win anything! And then, to make it even funnier, N was the other name called out!! I mean, what are the odds of that? N said her luck had been running high all week, and I thought it was pleasant karmic retribution as the MC who was in charge of the prizes was also the person who ran the workshop, and while running the workshop had made a slanderous comment towards Americans if you can believe such a thing! So we both won 20 quid which was very exciting.

After our prize money was delivered by the bouncy J, we went to wander around some more to see what we could spend our winnings on. While we browsed the stalls for the millionth time, N finally got a chance to be zapped at the violet wand vendor table. Since, as it should be obvious by our early attendance to make the workshop, she's quite interested in electrics. I watched as the implement sparked across her skin and she jumped and squirmed and squeaked about. It really just looked... I don't know, I still wasn't sold. As she enjoyed the attention of the electric sparks, I chatted to the other main vendor who was quietly trying to persuade me that electricity could be fun. Now, don't get me wrong, I can be quite a 'hard' player. I do like intensity. But for some reason the thought of being shocked a bunch wasn't seeming appealing. But he said he'd show me after N was through. After a while she was done and I was encouragingly ushered to her now vacant spot. After dealing with a customer, it was my turn and.... it was far nicer than I thought it would be! On the lowest setting you feel more of the glass tube on your skin than the electricity, and when you do feel the electricity it's like the mildest of tingles. With a little increase on the dial, the sparks felt like teeny tiny pin-pricks. The sensation wasn't that far off a wartenburg wheel, but different because it was less regular and spread over a wider area. Using different attachments, there were different sensations. But it was a delicious sort of sensation overload. Not to say I was overloaded, I could have had that done to me for hours! As I got more comfortable, there was a little bit of increase in the power and a couple of more solid jolts. A couple to my breasts through my clothes which were pretty cool and interesting, and also on the back of my neck. I can see how it becomes an addictive interest though. I can't say I've ever felt anything like it, so the idea of feeling it again is quite appealing.

The plus side to this was that the vendor N (not my friend N) sort of invited me to come say hello at a club when they're there, which sort of seemed like an invite to play at a club. Which sort of seems interesting at the moment, so I need to think about that one.

As we winded down, my friend N saw someone she knew whom we ended up talking to for a bit. A transvestite submissive who was in male mode and a couple of his friends, two of whom were dressed and one who wasn't. Well as it turns out, her friend M was really nice and an electrician (how much electricity can a girl have in a day???) and while we talked about all sorts of things I managed to ask if he knew anyone who did electrics because I needed some done in my house and I basically got an offer from him to come do it! So now I really need to find some fixtures for my hall and figure out if I want this awesome fixture for my kitchen that I saw by Spitalfields if it's still there, and I'll be able to finally check something else off my home to-do list.

I wish I had another day to my weekend though. Seriously.