On Display to Thousands

I flew into San Francisco from Charlotte on Friday September 26 on a flight timed to match up with Sir Michael’s arrival from San Diego and DR. D’s flight from Las Vegas. DR. D had an entourage with him, his mate, and four other Doms (three stag and one with his partner). These guys are all members of the Common Bonds Social Club (a group noted in my past journals of which I hold an honorary associate membership).

I don’t know any of their actual names, by design, but each one of them had previous ‘unsolicited’ relations with me while I was bound and could not resist. They being here is an odd comfort, as I recognized I would be likely having a sexually abusive but relatively health safe weekend. As each member joined the group, heartfelt hugs were shared including their greetings to me. The upcoming play date and my role in it had apparently not yet started.

A party van had been arranged to take us all to our destination. This was certainly not the first visit to this home by the others; they knew how and liked to travel comfortably and some of the members had the means to make it happen. With the whole group finally assembled we were off.

San Francisco traffic being what it is, it took us at least forty minutes to reach our destination. The conversation was jovial and festive as we rode along. I could tell the crowd was excited about the coming weekend even though their conversations were yielding no hints of what was up and coming.

As we pull into the driveway, a rarity in this town, I am unexpectantly greeted by an exquisite and stately three-story Victorian home. It sits on a large corner lot and has the traditional turret tower, bay windows, and brightly painted gingerbread common to the Victorian style; beautiful. San Francisco’s real estate values are known to be some of the highest in the nation. This home must be big bucks, three to four million easy. Funny, this is now the second BDSM gay couple’s home I’ve visited and interesting, they both turn out to be very successful in their private lives if housing is an indicator.

Our host and his partner welcome this merry crowd at the front door and invite us in. The home is as stunning and lavishly decorated as the outside would suggest. Our group is the only one here at the moment as the party doesn’t actually begin till tomorrow. We will be staying till Monday as houseguests. I’m told most other partyers will be generally local and will not necessarily stay overnight. But I’m also informed not to worry, as there will be ample time to get to ‘know’ each of the locals. Sorry, can’t help it, I am worried.

All these guys are long-term friends and are truly thrilled to see each other. Hugs and handshakes abound, friendly banter, teasing and humorous suggestive potential behavior is offered. And I stand there, waiting for an introduction. While I know all the people I just arrived with on an extremely personal level, the addition of the two hosts makes me feel awkward, standing there as the straight outsider that I am. That will change I’m sure, and I’ll pay for that acceptance