Poor Mojo's Two Minute Hate

So, this happened at Frolicon. The full writeup of my time there is on my journal, but all that's important is that it was a big, wild, but very positive party for kinky geeks and ones just looking for a gtood time. Therefore, there was a play space. And, earlier that night, I'd met up with a couple who were both tops, and agreed, very happily, to serve and bottom for them for the night. It helped that the girl had tried out her new flogger on me earlier, not very seriously, and even then I'd had trouble not moaning. So, cut back to me shirtless, and leaning against the St Andrew's Cross in the middle of the playroom. For the uninitiated, this is an x-shaped thing made out of wood, with various hardware screwed into it for attaching restraints. There were no restraints right then...I was hanging onto some chains on the side of the thing, and leaning most of my weight on it. There was a bit too much pressure on my neck, the way that its height and mine coincided, but I didn't think too much of it. I was getting _plenty_ of the right kind of pain from them and their instruments of deeeestruction--the aforementioned flogger, and a braided cat that was the guy's New Toy. And boy had it been a long time. I started to go a bit floaty in the head, but this was expected. I trip out on play, generally. And she was very good, and he was tolerable.

Then I started to notice some feelings that weren't so pleasant. A nasty hangovery feeling in the head, and a bit of sickness in the stomach. I tried to push these away and concentrate on the sub headspace, but it wasn't working. I have to give them credit here--they stopped, one of them asked if I was OK, I said I felt a little sick, and they hauled me off to sit down tout de suite and gave me some water. On top of the physical ickiness, I also was embarrassed that I'd failed them, and, yes feeling very...kinkblocked? that it had had to stop.

I started feeling better very fast, and noticed that my neck now ached and where...then I figured it out. My height and posture had been _just_ right to lean both carotid arteries directly against the cross! I'm lucky that I didn't pass out, and very lucky that they were watching me more carefully than I was.

We went on to have some more fun with me leaning against a nice non-agressive wall, but...bad_sex is a lovely beating interrupted by an accidental wooden chokehold.