You Know It Was A Good Party When...

...you wake up in the morning and find your bra on the living room floor, among a tangle of ropes.

Okay, so that was the after-party…

::sighs happily::

I need to practice tying a rope harness on myself. Even though I had wonderful eager hands to help me last night, I’d like to be able to do a simple one by myself. The exhibitionist in me thinks it could be good fun to perfect that trick.

I digress, naturally. Who can blame me?

It was fabulous fun to crowd up my small apartment with spontaneous visits from A., M., and D. It was worth the last minute hustle to get the place ready, and I do think everyone enjoyed themselves.

J., and L., brought some delicious wines and I admit I indulged freely.

The only thing I might do differently next time perhaps is bring out the ropes before people leave. I’m willing to bet this crowd would find it impossible to resist indulging in a little after-dinner game of tie-up-the-hostess. And of course the hostess wouldn’t feel right unless she shared with her guests. There's enough rope to go around, after all.

Which reminds me perhaps the spanking bench…errr living-room ottoman should be kept clear at all times…in case of a spanking emergency.

(I’m just saying, it could happen…)

Good food, good wine, good friends…and rope.

Heaven, I tell you, pure heaven!

There was talk of a fondue night here, maybe this weekend, and we’ll be firming up the plans on that very quickly.

I was thinking I should declare my house a clothing-optional zone, but maybe it’s best to institute the new house rule after fondue night. Fondue being one of the very few activities that does not go better with nudity, I’m afraid.

I really think I need to consider hostessing more often. My place may be small but all that means is people have to be willing to get a little closer, that’s all.

It’s all good!