The experiences and exploits of a college grad trying to make it in the "real world:" leaving school and friends in New England, moving south, and living with her boyfriend. Watch as I pretend to be an adult.
Alright, so I'm sure you're all wondering how fetish night was, and why the hell I was there. Well, I'll answer the first bit, at least.
Fetish night was...alright. Let's try a bit of a pros/cons list, shall we?
Pros: 1) People dressed up in cool fetishwear 2) A decent selection of music 3) A rubber goods salesman 4) Cheap drinks 5) Though a little Clique-y, people seemed nice- in groups they were a bit standoffish, but every time I went in the ladies room someone struck up a conversation with me. 6) A definate BDSM contingent, though it was hard to tell who was there to look the part and who was actually into it.
Cons: 1) My huge problem- while I saw tons of girls wearing collars, at least half a dozen on leashes, and probably twice that number who were clearly in service to the guys they were with (carrying their drinks, etc)... I saw no guys wearing collars. None. Not a single male submissive. WTF? I demand more hot slave boys! 2) See the second part of #6 3) See the first part of #5
