Saturday morning I woke up so nauseous with excitement and anxiety I honestly thought I would have to run to the bathroom at any moment. I walked around the house getting ready to leave for Spanksgiving in St. Louis holding my stomach and whining to Daddy “I am soooo nervous!” See, a few weeks ago Daddy and I were invited to attend Spanksgiving for a day so we would have the chance to meet Susan Wright, The National Coalition for Sexual Freedom Board and the organizers of the event, members of STL3. Since Daddy and I have never attended a lifestyle event before, we had no idea what to expect.
Not only that, but I had no clue what I was going to say to the woman who I have heard so much about throughout my research on consent and BDSM. She had become this mythical creature, much like a mermaid, who I thought I would only hear her singing from afar but never get the chance to catch a glimpse of. I was about to finally see this mermaid, up close and personal… as long as I didn’t get sick on the way there first.
Beginning as a new submissive one of the first things I learned was that I needed a safe word, but it wasn’t until much later that I realized why and how important a safe word actually was. If you are curious about the BDSM lifestyle, a safe word should be one of the first things you and a potential partner discuss.
