The first time I went paintballing was back in 1989. I remember it was a very, very hot day, which meant the bulky overalls were a little fragrant towards the end of the afternoon. I also remember I wrote my experiences up, for a sex mag I was working on at the time. Back then, the connection between paintball and sex seemed ever so sightly tenuous to me, so I loaded the piece with a lot of lame puns about banging and handling people’s weapons, along with a certain amount of stuff about women in uniform. I think we ran it with some stock glamour shots of girls half-in and half-out of camo gear.
A few years later, a mate of mine did say, a couple of times, that it might be fun to set up some sort of kinky paintball Submissive Hunt. The idea appealed to me, but as far as I know he never managed to put any such event together. Further down the line, I did circle back to the idea, at least in my head, and got as far as writing an erotic story along those lines (which was the first of the stories I submitted to the revived Nexus anthologies.) Life in general got in the way of me doing much more paintballing, and I was also aware that while I thoroughly enjoyed chasing people around, shooting at them and engaging in a bit of me-so-hardass roleplay, I was less keen on the fact that they were allowed to shoot back.
Last year, though, I found out about The Cruel Huntress. This is an event practically tailor-made for people like me, who demand an unfair advantage in games and love being (consensually) horrible to others. I was immediately enthused but, due to other commitments, unable to attend the next couple of Hunts, so I had to wait until now. Well, until two days ago, when I finally managed to go on a Hunt.
Mind. Blown. I can’t remember the last time I had quite so much delirious fun doing terrible things. Yes, there’s paintball (with naked, unarmed subs to pursue through beautiful woodlands.) There’s a whole lot more, as well. The Cruel Huntress, as you might be able to suss out from the name, is a femdom set-up, though ‘prey’ can be any gender. It’s phenomenally well organised, so that, within the stated boundaries, a capricious bitch can really let herself go.
We Huntresses pursued and shot the prey: once shot, they were ours to play with. Later on, we decorated our ‘trophies’ with feathers, paint, animal masks and glitter.
After a break for lunch, prey were auctioned off, to be played with as we saw fit. As the luck of the draw meant I had a good wodge of Hunt currency, I was able to bid high for a particularly tempting specimen, and some seriously filthy, nasty fun then followed.
I absolutely cannot wait for the chance to go again. An awesome achievement on behalf of the organisers, whom I would like to thank once more – and I expect to be charging through the woods in my dreams for quite a few nights to come.
Just, next time, I’ll watch out for those brambles.