February 11, 2002

The Adventures of Paisley Blue The party Saturday at Wisdom's house was great. Michael and Mechanic went with me, and they both got along with Wisdom really well. It was the best possible outcome I could imagine for their first meeting of each other. What happened later that night after we came home is another story altogether. I don't want to go into the convoluted details of how this came about, just get to the heart of the matter and get it out in the open. A man I barely know as an acquaintance slipped ecstasy into my drink, then once it had taken effect in my body, he took advantage of me. Now anyone who has been reading this journal already knows that I've been sexually frustrated for a while, and to add a drug like that on top of it, what chance did I have to resist anything in an altered superhorny state of mind? It's like one minute I was sitting in a chair drinking, the next minute I was standing unsteadily while this strange man undressed me, and then the next thing I knew, I was face down on a bed. I'm really lucky I didn't get hurt bad. He also walked me up to my room, on a different floor afterwards. That alone tells me he knew I was having trouble. When I got home Michael thought I was just drunk, but Mechanic could tell something was wrong. Then when I laid down and the room was spinning, I said I was not feeling right. Mechanic took my pulse and Michael called the emergency room. However, they decided I'd probably be okay. Then they played a few tricks on me because I was just majorly tripping. They say I was staring into the mirror like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. I've never taken LSD or Acid or ANYTHING, so it was the trippiest thing I'd ever seen. Lights and flame were hypnotizing. Michael and Mechanic stayed up most of the night with me. Mechanic drew me a bath and helped me into it, and even brought my toys in there to play with. He said this was probably going to be the most intense orgasms I'll ever have in my life, and to have fun. I remember them coming into the bathroom periodically to check on me, and they insisted I bathe with the door open. However, they claim that I called them into the bathroom. I don't remember that part. Twice Mechanic came in to check on me when I was being too quiet, and found my head underwater. The second time he made me get out of the tub and dry off. End of bath. The rest of the weekend Michael was mad at me, blaming me for this. He said it can't be called rape because I did not say No or try to fight it off. Well, of course I didn't say no... I could barely stand up and heaven help me if anyone had asked me my name at that time. This man, whomever he was, also knew how to push a woman's buttons -- so I was at his mercy. In my heart I know the only thing I did wrong was to be naive & trusting. I have too much faith in my fellow man. I'm just a little sore today but I'll be fine by tomorrow. I just hate it that this happened to me. I deserve better than this! There's a position open in my life for a Protector. I've had one offer for the job. *wink* You know who you are. I just want to wrap up in a warm blanket and read all night. Maybe that's what I'll do when I get home. ~Paisley Blue

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