It's something I've always wanted, but I've never had. I think it's something that most kinksters want.
Those of you who know me personally know that I moved just the week before MIR. I haven't changed cities or jobs, just moved to a different (and cheaper) place within Rochester. Instead of an attached townhouse or an apartment, it's an entire house. It's a rather nice deal, it's even more space than what we had. While we were first touring the house to decide if we wanted to rent it, the owner showed us around the first two floors and then took us up to the attic. It's finished, carpeted, mostly ceilinged, has a stairwell, heat and a/c, electrical outlets, and a lot of space. There's even a couple desks and some small closets. You can stand upright in most of it. We went up the stairs to the attic, my partner was right behind me, just staring at me as I looked around the place with a bit of a smile on my face. When we reached the top steps he instantly started laughing at me, and I didn't even have to look at him. We didn't even have to talk about it. I know he's laughing at me because he knows what I'm thinking, and I can own up to it. I'm not ashamed of what I'm thinking.
Needless to say, once we decided to rent, I swiftly laid my claim on the attic over him. "Babe, you can do whatever you want with the rest of the house for all I care. The attic is MINE."
And so it has been. The basement of the house isn't all that bad either. It was finished at one time, but the floors and walls had to be taken down due to some water damage that occurred there. The lighting is more mood-lightingesque, and the space would "look" more like a dungeon, but to be completely honest, I've never been a fan of basement dungeons. Concrete floors, cold, damp air...just is generally an anti-hard on for me. When I play, I need to be WARM. You can understand, then, why I was so ecstatic about the attic.
The past week or so I've really been spending a lot of time working on it. It obviously hasn't been lived in or used much in quite some time. It took a lot of dusting, vacuuming, and cleaning to get it to not smell like my grandma's old house. And besides, if you have allergies, why would you want to start a sneezing fit in the middle of a scene anyway?
Even better is the fact that there were a couple of old twin beds abandoned and left in the attic. The landlord says he doesn't know where they came from, and neither did the previous renter. So I put one together, frame, boxsprings, and all. I unpacked all my bondage gear into the drawers and put my kink clothing into the closets. I hooked up and old TV/DVD player and stereo we previously never used for porn and/or mood music. I've also been working on some lighting for it. Finally, I took some prints of kinky pictures from my photographer in Iowa, framed them up, and hung them on the walls.
And in the end, I love it. It's my space. It may be rather ugly (green shag carpet?), and it still needs some work (ceilings falling apart?) but it's still mine. It's my first playspace I've ever had to call my own. It's the first time in my life that I've actually unpacked my bondage gear from my bags...and left it unpacked in some orderly fashion rather than a pile on the floor waiting to be cleaned up. The only real dilemma left to solve is this: if it's on the top floor of the house, can you still call it a "dungeon"? "Playspace" seems more appropriate. Thoughts?
Oh, and I got to break it in this past weekend with a spandex-loving pocket gay from Des Moines. SUCH a hot time with that kinky little fuck. Even though the activities would have been the same no matter WHERE we played, for some reason, this felt different. A "better" sort of different. More secure, more "mine". It was hard for me to figure out how to describe it, then it hit me.
The fox in me finally has a place to call home.