eat, drink, KINK. | a kinky dinner party recap

It was hours before the event & of course I find myself downing in crisis. Both the easiest and hardest solution to it all was to cancel. Essential donors were backing out or just flat out being unresponsive, there was so much internal interference. People were losing hope in me, in the event, in themselves… it was an emotionally charged 24hrs. I am so incredibly thankful for the community that gathered around this together to figure out find helpful solutions to every road bump had. In the end, I knew I needed this to happen. I needed for every single person who eagerly awaited eat, drink, KINK. to be in attendance in the capacity we could have them.

We made calls, ran errands, we ordered catering (because with 3 hours till guests arrived & nothing was prepped) it was honestly the most caring thing I could do for my mental wellbeing that day. If I didn’t have people who showed they wanted it more than I did in my lowest moments, I wouldn’t be writing this post. This community— this community that showed interest in my event, that carried it when they saw I was struggling… surprised the hell of me. I’ve never had any group of individuals come to my aid in that way & it was really beautiful & I am so appreciative of every last contribution made & guest in attendance. It was an eye-opener seeing the community that came together for A Kinky Cook Event be just that.. such a community!

It makes me want to do even more to foster & cultivate this seed.

The evening started with some chaos, but as we settled into the reality of having guests we also fell into service. Making and taking drinks and refreshments to guests just arriving. Fostering vibes and conversation, generally trying to make all feel like the valued attendees they absolutely are. As the evening moved on our catered meal was served & for a moment I felt as if I was at a real pass, directing plates and drinks … but grabbing a prepackaged plasticware sure does bring you down from that high fast. Despite it all, everything was going amazingly, everyone was laughing, and conversing over mutually shared kinky topics… I smiled to myself. I felt happy. To think.. I wanted to cancel this thing.

After dinner folks mingled a bit more & a few more guests strolled in. They were seated in the performance area since we were beginning to usher guests to that area. Our Shibari showcase with our guest kinksters Jamie & Jess was starting. It was energetic, passionate… watching Jess’s body strong but noticing how she melted into the rope…

This girl wanted to be there in that headspace with her…

This girl wished Master was here. They were supposed to be here. This girl did all the things… This girl served so well.. Master was so proud of this girl finally doing…

I reluctantly shook away the thoughts & blinked back tears. Knowing that if another moment was spent dwelling I’d be a mess.

I found myself sitting amongst the audience, not focused on any one thought, lost in the reality of it all. This was happening, this happened & everyone is having amazing time. It was bittersweet.

After the performance ended aftercare* was taken & the workshop begun. A lovely bedroom bondage tie was taught, its safety risks also explained. Guests partnered off & took part in a bit of guided impact play. It was a sensual dream. I spotted someone without a possible 2nd and offered to be their partner. My wrists were bound.. I was paraded and lead around by my rope tether. It felt great... for a split second I didn’t need to make the decision on what to do next, I didn’t need to advise anyone or direct anyone any where. My choice was being made for me, I gave that consent when I agreed to be bound by this partner…

I was guided to the hard point location.. my wrists were rigged up as much as my arms would allow. “Are you okay? Is there any tingling in your hands or fingers?” More check ins— how nice. I replied with two thumbs up. I was dying for this quite honestly. I needed to feel the impact of an implement.

The flogger was first, it’s never been my favorite, but its heavy & thuddy and the right wielder makes it feel like all my worries crash into my body and dissipate with every hit landed. I needed more. Onlookers were a little surprised by the slightly more intense and heavy hits received.. but even they knew I wanted more, “oh look at her,” “she likes the pain” “yeah she does”. Of course they were right. I loved it, I needed it, I craved it… especially now.

Someone came behind me, attempting to guide my wielder to a lighter, softer, gentler, touch… I politely needed to interject, “I like it rougher, I enjoy the intensity,” I reassured him. Now that check in was over, another implement was selected.. one that made me jump and turn around a few times. I didn’t want it to end, but of course all good things must. I was untied & only slighted satisfied. I felt teased & I realize that I wasn’t the only one. As I looked around at all smiling and eager to take part next, some talking about the experience and future ones to have, laughing and genuinely enjoying themselves the remainder of the evening, I felt that extreme gratitude wash over me. Knowing that this event was needed, people wanted it so bad, that all came together to make it happen when even I had become hopeless.

I still can’t thank enough all for their attendance & assistance, but what I can do is continue to curate these kinky events that our community showed me was needed & necessary. We are only getting started kinky fam. I’ve been trained to do & it’s the only thing I can at this point. And with that, I’d like to announce the date for the next event in our: A Kinky Dinner Party series for Cincinnati, OH as Saturday June 15th, 2024

Don't worry, smaller gatherings in Cincinnati focused on developing this new community are being planned to hold us over ;)

As always, thank you for taking the time to read my content, and I genuinely look forward to meeting all of you at upcoming events. Your support means the world to me, and I can't wait to connect with you in person.

See you soon deviants.

xoxo,

the cook

Aftercare is* the period of time after a BDSM scene where partners come together to care for each other's physical and emotional well-being. It's like a warm and fuzzy blanket for your soul (and body) after all the kinky fun. Think of it as a way to transition back to reality and ensure that everyone involved feels safe, loved, and supported.

definition taken from restrainedgrace.com