Burning Man. Tuesday.
On Tuesday I helped Madame Morrigan do a demonstration of inexpensive play toys you can get at the 99¢ store. She’s really really good at what she does — paddles and slappers and pokey things, all the kinky stuff you can find for a dollar — but oops: she accidentally burned my back demonstrating cupping with plastic cups that turned out to melt rather easily.
She felt a lot worse about it than I did. I now have a 3-inch half-circle brand. Blistered and still kind of hurts.
We had several good talks throughout the week, and I reminded her that there are no accidents.
Morrigan: older silver-haired lesbian domme from the Temple of Atonement crew. One of the nicest people at Burning Man. The brand faded. Eventually.