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My First FLOG

By The Beautiful Kind

I went to my first FLOG last weekend. FLOG is the local Fetish Lifestyle Open Group.

I went on a good night.

The group meets in a local meeting hall. There's a minimal cover charge, and as soon as you attend one, you get a laminated card that will get you in from then on - no yearly fee or anything, it's very open and flexible. I recommend that if you want to attend, you join FetLife first, make connections there, and then go as someone's guest. I emailed the FLOG site for an invitation and never heard back from anyone.

My escort was a friendly neighborhood Dom who is married to two slaves. They've had this arrangement for 3 years now. His first wife had a white piece of rope knotted around her ankle, which she told me was a symbol of her slavery and never came off. His second wife wore a beautiful emerald corset and had the pleasure of being horizontally suspended ala Japanese bondage and flogged.

She came that way.

But wait, let me back up. I loved that everyone wore a name tag - blue for subs, red for Doms, red and blue for switches. It was so cute to see people walking around with name tags that read, "Ponyboy," "Master Dave," and "Cum Slut." Mine was blue of course, and read "The Beautiful Kind." I liked guessing what a person was from afar, then checking out the color of their tag for confirmation. If only we ALL walked around properly tagged in life!

There were a lot of vendors there selling colored rope, collars, floggers, nipple clamps, etc. A lot of handmade stuff, affordably priced.

The hall was packed with people socializing. Some wore street clothes like me. After all, it was my first time - I was just there to observe. Others wore electrical tape, a g-string, and heels. You have to cover nipples and genitals, but other than that it's a pretty flexible dress code.

A big, tall man in all leather carried in his cute little sub, also in leather. A tall man with a crew cut elegantly cut a swath through he crowd in his fishnets and stiletto heels. One man wore a shirt that said, "OBEY ME." There were a few people of color in a sea of white. Lots of black attire, could've been Goth Night. Or Renaissance Faire. Or a Star Trek convention. Or Leopard Print night.

God there was so much to take in, it was overwhelming. And this wasn't even their annual Halloween party! (They also have a Spanksgiving party.) Lots of clothed men and nearly naked women, LOTS of people being led on a leash. I envied the ones wearing collars...

But fuck that's just the audience. Then there was the stage.

The stage had three play areas, then three more play areas on the ground floor in front of it. When all six play stations were in full swing, my head practically exploded with all the visual stimulation. The sounds of smacks, whacks, and screams punctuated the loud music (Gwar?? it sucked) and chatty conversations.

The play stations consisted of big wooden crosses, a wooden arch with metal hooks, a couple of kneeling benches, and a large padded sit-n-spin with wrist and ankle cuffs. I'd like to have a go on THAT thing. You have to bring your own toys. People brought just about everything but the kitchen sink - bug zappers, cattle prods, ping pong paddles, riding crops, whips, floggers...

Fishnet boy got a beating on one of the wooden crosses. When my escort Dom was working his second wife over (she was hanging from colored rope tied to her body from head to toe, and when I say head, I mean her long hair was tied to the top pulley as well), his first wife stood next to me, drink in hand, and murmured, "Doesn't her ass look great like that? I mean, it always looks great, but it's the perfect way to display it." I had to agree.

I'm pretty sure one Dom there doesn't need a gym membership - he gets his workout from attending FLOG. I saw him beat three different women the three hours I was there. He worked up a sweat. I LOVED watching how a scene would unfold. She would kneel over a bench, and he would warm her up by slapping her body all over with his hands. Then he brought out the floggers. When he had both floggers going at once in a fancy parade move, it looked like a carwash. And I crowed with delight when he shed his button down shirt at one point. Yep - he was wearing a wifebeater.

Then he would move on to whips. Then a paddle the size of a fucking OAR. Every once in a while the woman would rear up and roar like a bucking horse, and he would pause, lay his body on her, murmur comforting words in her ear, then resume when she was ready for more. By the time he was done with her, her pale body was lobster red. At the end of the session, his two slaves (chained together) scurried up and anointed her welts with cool water, and brought a cup to her lips. They wrapped a towel around her and she smiled.

I loved how the Doms would cradle their subs heads in their hands as they attended to them. It was super tender - helped them keep in touch and connected.

A senior couple took center stage - let's just call them your grandma and grandpa. Your grandma shed her polka dot dress and got shackled nude to the wooden arch, save her support stockings, a blindfold, and some pasties. Your grandpa sent her through the routine. I LOVED watching him electrocute her one minute, then embrace and kiss her tenderly the next. It brought a tear to my eye. They carried on like this for an hour.

One tiny little cute thing wearing bra and panties got trussed up with her hands tied above her head, blindfolded, then forced to walk on tip toes between two men holding a rope. The rope had knots all along its length, and was wedged up between her legs. So walking forward, she felt the curious sensation of bumps hitting her clit. Walking backwards, on the other hand, twisted up her pussy lips and snagged and dragged and created quite a scene. She kept yelping, especially when they SAWED the rope up tight between her lips. They kept popping out of her thong, and swelled up baboon pink.  She LOVED "Walking the Line."

Her cute little bare feet got dirty, and rumor had it that at the end of the night, her switch poly partner was gonna to lick them clean...

My escort Dom asked me if I wanted to be tied up. I said yes.

What happened next made ME almost cum...

Part II of My First FLOG on Thursday.

PS: I snagged a couple of these pics from this site - BDSM Chicks.