What an odd place for that experience to have gotten stashed, really. And the fear, the primal, beastial fear... oh gods, there's a story in there somewhere, I just need to pull it out.

I'm bringing my toys to Rocky tonight, I think. The flogger, some rope, wearing my high black boots... I'm in the mood to prowl, in large part thanks to Torian, and I think it would do me good to get back in the *ahem* swing of things. Cate and I will be bringing her up for a week in April, and I'm already downright giddy looking forward to it. Poor girl; she won't be able to sit down for most of her stay here, I suspect.

Posting this and going back to the delightfully distracting conversation with m'cat.