Kinkfest
Spent the whole weekend at Kinkfest. Played several times at the 2 parties with friends and a couple people from out of town whom I'd never met. Lots of little playful flirting all weekend and I even made it to about one and a half workshops!
This was our first time in years working on the Kinkfest planning committee and working all weekend. I'm so very glad to be done with all that. We had what I was calling an "abstinence pledge" for volunteering this year. I'm happy to say we kept the pledge. The (mostly new) people working on Kinkfest this year did a pretty good job. As the weekend went on, Ar and I spent less time thinking about all that stuff and more time just having fun. Indeed much fun was had all weekend....
So let's see if I can get all Kinkfest weekend into one big long journal entry? (warning, super long entry, even for me....)
Friday - Before The Party
We arrived at the hotel somewhere around 5:30 after an errand on the south side of town, taking cross streets since all the freeways were packed with Friday rush hour traffic. Hotel check in was quick and easy. Accompanying check in was a letter in a sealed envelope from the Portland Leather Alliance (PLA, the organization behind Kinkfest) with "good behavior" guidelines for the hotel room. I skimmed it and rolled my eyes, thinking in particular of one PLA board member's intense concern for protecting the organization from negative publicity/attention. Never did read the whole thing.
I put on rubber shorts and a rubber shirt, and nothing else other than a trench coat to cover up between the hotel room and convention center across the parking lot. I really like wearing something fetishy for Kinkfest, though it seems in recent years most people only dress up much at the parties. Lots of people love to touch and feel the smooth, shiny black surface. Maybe I'm a bit of an attention slut? Quite a few people were looking and that really helps get me into a flirty mood and get my mind off work and mundane stuff.
The Purple Goddess was there vending. Gerd had remembered Arecee and I were interested in a rubber shambock and they had one waiting for us! Of course, it need to be tested, well, to make sure it works properly. You just can't be too careful about these things :-) The Purple Goddess was all too happy to give me several swats with it. There isn't any bondage furniture set up in the vending area. Lady Phoenix was there and happy to hold me still while the Purple Goddess swatted my ass a few times, mostly very light, but a couple firm (but still very reserved) strikes to let me know what this most impressive toy could do.
Ar showed up somewhere around this time. Neither of us had money with us. Gerd came back to the table and insisted Ar take it now and we could pay later. Ar tapped me with it only a couple times, very light. I must saw she looks very hot, very intimidating carrying it around. She seemed to have a lot of fun teasing people with it.
Lady Phoenix said she'd really enjoyed holding me, feeling me shake as the Purple Goddess tested the shambock on me, and would like to do more if the opportunity were to present itself. She seemed like she'd had a stressful day and wasn't planning to go to the party (her partner was working most of the night), but she was seriously reconsidering going.
After much socializing, we made a quick trip back to the room (where I took off the rubber clothes, which were starting to make me sweat) and we headed downstairs to the hotel restaurant for a quick dinner. Lady Phoenix had arrived alone, just before us and was already waiting for a table, so the three of us got a table. Later C wandered in and joined us. We all talked a while, missing the opening ceremony... which is usually some boring speeches but this year was a drumming performance. Oh well.
Friday Party - Arecee - Flogging and Whipping
Another trip to the room to change back to fetish clothes and then Ar and I headed to the party. Ar wanted to play with me first, and within minutes of arriving, we made a quick trip around the dungeon (it was a very large room), and then Ar chose a St Andrew's cross near the front where she was going to whip me.
She started with flogging, mostly warming me up, and then she switched to her single tail. There was a group at a table right in front of me. They'd been there, slowly setting up since before we started. Ar had just quickly cuffed my wrists and ankles and attached them to the loops on the corners of the cross, and we were playing. During the flogging my attention was fading from the room to the sensations, sometimes back to the room.
When she switch to her single tail, things got much more intense. I believe she somehow, how I can't possibly imaging, but somehow could tell when I was looking at the group right in front of me. We really do have quite a connection like that, living together, playing so regularly. She'd start whipping very intensely, landing much more of the whip across my back, whipping rapidly again and again. I get really worked up, almost to the point of panic. Then she's back off a bit and go lighter for a while.
At home or even at small parties it's all one continuous, familiar surrounding. But at a huge party like Kinkfest, I get this very surreal feeling when she lightens up and suddenly I'm back in this giant room with hundreds of people all around. Wonder if I'd closed my eyes? It seems like I probably kept my eyes open, but somehow for those periods of intense whipping, pain so overwhelming, I just can't remember any visual images at all. Maybe I did close my eyes. But it doesn't seem like darkness, but really this strange feeling of being somewhere else for those moments, somewhere without any visual or audible sensation, not light or dark or empty or crowded or quite or noisy, just somewhere else that utterly defies any recollection of sensation, and then I slowly float back into the large room with all these people again. Every time it's seems surprising that yes, I have been here all the time, yet again I rediscover all these hundreds of people all around.
Also, on a humorous note, it seemed every time this group in front of us was still setting up, still getting everything ready.... and every time one particular person from their group was returning with food. Once it was a big muffin or cupcake. Another time it was a small plate of cookies. Other things other times. Arecee had also noticed this, it turned out when we talked later and had a good laugh. I don't think she consciously eased up on whipping every time he returned... it was just one of those bizarre coincidences. I was dizzy, head spinning, and so happy Ar was giving me a harder whipping than usual, and every time they still seemed to be setting up and returning with more food. Just too funny.
Friday Party - Rachel and Lady Phoenix - Flogging
We split up not long after playing and I didn't see much of Arecee for the rest of the evening. I walked around, looking over the many many scenes going on and meeting up with people. Rachel asked if I wanted to be flogged again. Well yes, of course! Someone introduced me to Mistress Boots, who was from out of town and looking for someone to beat, and of course they thought of me! I was still thinking of Lady Phoenix (silverklaw), whom I'd seen once or twice at the party. Unlike a small party, it can be quite a chore to find any particular person again, usually asking people I know if they've seen them recently and which way they went.
For a number of Dommes and tops, a scene can be about a personal connection, about touching and feeling the effects of the pain they're inflicting. A more-than-2 person scene normally requires some more advanced planning and negotiation, and I wasn't quite so sure how well someone I'd only just met or a number of tops I'd normally play with would feel about a scene where Phoenix would be holding me. Simple for a quick "let's try out this toy". Rachel was the one person I could think of who'd almost certainly be comfortable with such an arrangement. Rachel is quite submissive and just has fun flogging me, but it's not at all about dominance or really even sadistic energy as nearly as I can tell. It's just simple, physical fun. After some searching, I was able to find both of them again and everyone liked the idea, so we started looking for a place to play.
We started somewhere else, maybe a couple places briefly. It's hard to recall now, but after a few minutes half of a double net play area opened up and Rachel suggested we move there, which worked out really well. The ropes of the net flex, allowing us to really lean back. Phoenix, fully clothed, had her back to the net and held me leaning fully against her, still wearing my kilt and a thong underneath, but of course my shirt off. Rachel insisted she wanted my kilt to stay on.
I'm not sure if Rachel and Lady Phoenix had even met before this scene? They turned out to be quite a combination. Rachel is fun loving and deeply submissive. Phoenix can be quite dominant at times! Really very good energy.
Rachel used her heavy flogger, as usual. I'm not sure what material it is, but it's one of those hard ones that really stings. It's also a very big, very heavy flogger, weighing quite a lot more than most. Rachel is a small, very cute girl. It's pretty amazing she can throw that massive flogger, but she says the heavy weight makes it easier for her! And can she ever throw it. She's getting really very good, almost no wrapping this time at all. Several times she was concerned she might have wrapped and hit Pheonix.
It wasn't long until I wasn't really able to talk and the two of them were interacting on my behalf, talking about where the flogger was hitting, and so on. Rachel mostly flogged my back, hitting my ass only a few times. A couple times Phoenix lifted my skirt, er, "manly kilt", as it really doesn't feel intense with the cloth in the way to absorb much of the sensation.
We played for quite some time. Rachel can really throw that huge flogger. The next day several people were talking about how cute her style is, using her whole body, sometimes swinging with both hands, sometimes seeming to get a run and lift off the ground and she'd throw that large flogger!
Holding Lady Phoenix, and really more accurately, her holding me was really quite an experience. That flogger has quite a thud and I believe we both felt it equally. Of course, I got all the sting :-) It feels very different holding on to each other so closely, so tightly, experiencing it together. In some ways, it really takes some of the harsh edge off of the whole flogging, feeling the soothing, comforting feel of a partner there with me, rather than being bound and exposed alone. Rather than any bondage, when the pain would strike me so intensely, I'd just hold on tighter.... sort of like aftercare continuously throughout the scene. It didn't take long for Phoenix's dominance to come forward, pretty much directing and taking control of the scene. She'd also scratch my back with her nails, making me quiver... something I really love afterward, now actually while we were still playing.
One particularly amazing moment, well, actually several such moments, was when I'd start getting dizzy and drifty from all the pain. It happens. Normally I drift and wander all over, often hanging from my arms bound to a cross by wrist cuffs, and then during a little lull I'll get back onto my legs. When I'd start getting really dizzy and start turning, Lady Phoenix would grab me firmly and point my back right where it belonged, directly facing Rachel for more flogging. Such a happy moment!
We played for quite a while. Eventually Rachel was worn out. She'd been working so very hard and was sweating and tired. I was quite dizzy, smiling, in my usual overwhelmed-by-sensation place. Phoenix really enjoyed the scene and was on quite an emotional high, maybe even more "flying" than me, but it seemed more of the spiritual/emotional feeling. For Rachel, from beginning to end it was all happy light hearted physical fun, and soon she disappeared to go take a shower back at her hotel room. Phoenix and I lingered there a while, aftercare I think, though I must have been flying too since now I really can't remember how long or if we talked about much or even where we were or how long. Now it seems strange I don't recall much afterward. Anyway, after a while I was wandering around the party again, taking some time to cool down from now two intense scenes, both mostly on my upper back.
I spent some time searching for Mistress Boots. I hadn't committed to playing, and honestly we'd only just been introduced and talked for maybe a minute. Whomever had introduced us warned me they didn't know her or her partner at all, only that they'd talked and she was seeking a male sub to torture and they'd thought of me. I'd hoped to see her playing with her partner who seemed to be her husband, even though I would (and did Saturday) play knowing virtually nothing about her play style. But it seems they had left the party. Guess Rachel and Phoenix and I had played for some time!
Friday Party - Ms Purr Meow - Nails / Pressure Points
While wandering around I met Ms Purr Meow (mspurrmeow). She had been at the restaurant before the party, arriving alone just after C joined Ar and Phoenix and me. If we'd had more space at our table we would have invited her to join us. She sat at a small table nearby and we talked with her back and forth a little, though talking between the two tables was a bit awkward. I didn't really know anything about her, but she had one of the green "I'm a top, ask me to play" stickers on her name tag... so I asked.
Well, actually we chatted a bit. It didn't seem like she wanted to play, but I was fine with just talking, not feeling an urgent need to get into another scene. She asked if I wanted to see/try something and was playing with my hand, rubbing my fingers. Sure, why not? She'd talked about playing with Philip The Fool, who was one of the presenters and I believe one of his workshop topics was about takedown play. My thoughts went to a conversation with Ms Abrasion at a munch some time ago, not long after a takedown presentation by RCDC.... were she demonstrated a of the technique that involved very painfully squeezing my finger or knuckle that brought me to my knees.
Well, it wasn't a takedown and wasn't really a pressure point. But did it ever hurt. So incredibly painfully hurt. Somehow she pressed her fingernail into the tip of my finger, holding my hand firmly, and oh did it ever hurt. Like pain all though my arm and all over, making my collapse to the floor. Wow.
Of course I got back up and offered her my hand again! And again and again. Slowly it turned into more of a play scene, morphing from casual conversation to adding little bits of negotiation and checking in, though we never really did a lot of explicit negotiation. Often I'd just collapse and fall to the floor instantly, her grip easing my fall. Other times, somehow, I'd stay standing and she'd keep the pressure up longer. Oh my god it hurt. Guess I'm a masochist!
She asked several times if I was done, saying that most people wouldn't go farther than this. Of course, being the big pain slut I am, I wanted to continue. Arecee came over. Ms Purr talked with her a bit, saying she was teaching me a lesson for flirting around with complete strangers. Ar said she was tired and going back to the room for the night, and suggested Ms Purr make sure I really learned a good lesson!
She did several more, some more intensely, seeming to keep the pressure up longer. I was definitely flying by that time, which helped. She also allowed me to hold on to her legs, hand, whatever I could as the pain overwhelmed my body. She did a couple in other places, one on my side under my arm, which seemed to keep burning and hurting for many minutes after.
She had been quite solemn at first and by the end I looked up from the floor and saw she had a big, huge sadistic grin on her face. I was really happy to see she'd been having fun, and honestly most of the time the pain was so intense I couldn't even look up or around for a while. She said we were done and allow me to hold her for a little while, which I really, really needed.
It was pretty late by the time I was up and walking around again, probably a little after midnight. Normally I don't drink much water, even when people insist I should. But I must have really screamed more than usual, as I found myself at the water jugs drinking down two large cups of water because my throat was dry. I though I may be done for the night, possibly even lose my voice in the morning, so unusual was this feeling. But after a couple large drinks of water and a brief rest I felt just fine again.
Friday Party - Lady B - Rope Bondage and Tickling
The party has started thinning out and a lot of the furniture was no longer in use or had people doing aftercare rather than intense play. Then again, there was still plenty of action going on, many people still playing, though not the entire large room.
Walking around I met Lady B. We've been intending to play for at least a year, maybe more? By one twist of fate or another, it just never seems to work out. Many times we've arranged to play but one of us couldn't make it or was late. Sometimes she's had scenes go long, other times I have. So it was late, less than an hour left and we'd both been playing all night and were tired, but agreed to do something anyway.
That turned out to be rope bondage and tickling scene. My one serious hard limit is tickling without secure bondage. People laugh, but it really very seriously is a hard limit. I totally freak out when tickled. Without secure bondage, I'll hurt other, hurt myself and break stuff. I have before and it's my one big remaining emotional baggage.
So she tied my arms behind my back with lots of rope and instructed me to hope up onto a little bondage table with vertical posts on its sides. It was awkward and I manged to get only about half way on. Her submissive pushed and she pulled and they got me onto the table. She tied lots more rope around my legs, forming a hogtie, but not a really strenuous one with pressure on my arms and wrists. Then she tied a lot more rope on in ways I couldn't see, seeming to be attaching between me and those two posts on the sides of the table.
Then the ticking began. And a little hitting some toy on my feet. But mostly ticking. Soon she found my side and tummy, reaching under and wigging fingers around my skin. I scream and shout and beg "No, No, Stop, No" over and over, yelling loudly. I thrashed wildly and many of the ropes started to loosen. She assured me I wouldn't get free. More tickling, more wiggling, more ropes loosening, though happily the rope binding my wrists together held tight.
One of the DMs came by at some point pretty early in all this and gave the 30 minute notice that the party would close. She took a couple breaks to check in and see if I really was ok. Also, there was a break to tighten and retie several of the ropes, and I was so very glad for that.
More tickling, more screaming, struggling, thrashing, yelling "No! No! No!" (but not a safeword...)
Lady B is a woman with incredible passion for dominance and causing suffering. I figured she'd relentlessly tickle without mercy until the last seconds of the party. But this was the first time we'd played despite planning to play many times before, and she said my screaming and reactions for tickling are very different than pain and weren't quite what she was expecting. She was also very mindful of the time and wanted time for aftercare and cleanup without keeping the Kinkfest volunteers late. So she stopped after a few more sessions of tickling. Of course I was glad for it to stop. Then again, I worried that maybe she hadn't gotten all she may have wanted. I suppose there's always next time.
I needed time to calm down, which the untying of the many ropes afforded, but I really don't need aftercare after only tickling. We talked and cleaned up and were done, not being the last ones, though few people remained in the dungeon by that point.
Looking around the room, I saw the Kinkfest volunteers cleaning up. I noticed several of the same people who'd been working at the beginning of the evening. From their exhausted look I was pretty sure they'd been working all night. For a while my mind went back to being exhausted prior years, having to work so much, sometimes filling in for others who flaked out. There was no way to know, (and I really didn't want to know) if they'd worked all night out of choice or necessity. Knowing from experience how all sorts of behind-the-scenes problems with events are smoothed over by a small handful of really dedicated volunteers working much harder and much longer than they should, I felt a little sad but also so very, very glad not to be working on Kinkfest this year.
Ar was fast asleep in the bed when I got back to the room. I was thirsty again and used the light from the hallway to get a bottle of juice from a cooler we'd brought. Arecee stirred and I worried I might cause her to wake and not sleep well, but soon we were in bed together and fast asleep.
Saturday Morning
We both woke up slowly Saturday morning and lingered in bed. At first, just holding, touching, still sleepy. We got to talking after some time. Turns out Ar didn't really play much Friday night. Told her about the rest of my night. My back was pretty sore. The only really visible marks were horizontal lines that were almost certainly from her whip early in the evening. There was also an overall light pink that was mostly from Rachel's heavy flogger. I'm not sure if it was more psychological or physical, but I could still seem to feel my fingertips and they did have little bit of red where Ms Purrmeow's nails had pressed.
Conversation turned to Kinkfest itself. We were both pretty impressed by a number of little things that were continued well from prior years, and overall how smoothly things seemed to run. There were a number of little things not perfect... all stuff that makes for a lot of extra work at the event, but they seemed to be managing it as well as reasonably possible. I'm not going to get into the details here. I will say that having worked on Kinkfest for 3 prior years, not just one part but picking up slack left by others forever changes ones perception of the event. Maybe it's much like directors and film writers watching movies, recognizing the technical details and extras people take for granted and minor flaws that most people overlook or quickly forget. We'd both noticed the some of people who work so hard and deal with the stress of fixing as best they can all those little things while the event is going.
Somehow we got off the topic of Kinkfest details and were playing around a bit on the bed, which led to quick late-morning sex! While on top of me, Ar reached under my back, grabbing and twisting my sore-from-flogging skin. Oh what fun, brief as it was.
Arecee decided to head down to the first workshop session, and I would make a round trip back to the house. She wanted her strapon harness and the acuvibe, which we'd somehow left at home despite bringing so much other stuff. She must have been in a more dominant mindset, because she instructed me to wear one of the plugs when I returned and to stop on the way back and get her a sandwich. She wasn't particular about exactly which plug or what type of sandwich, but when I asked if I could insert the plug when I returned to the hotel room, she firmly said "no" and insisted I must wear it the car while driving back and when I stopped to buy her lunch.
She headed out to the workshop, running a little late, and then I got up, cleaned myself up a little. I stopped by the vendors to pay for the shambock, for which I just just enough cash left. I ended up talking to a couple friends who were vending, including the lovely Cleo. It was about 11 am when I was finally on the road, a full hour after the first workshop start time.
Everything takes longer than you'd expect. We live on the other side of town from where Kinkfest was this year, so it's a lengthy drive. I stopped by the bank for cash. I took a quick shower at the house and rounded up all the stuff. The last thing I did was insert the plug. I put in the one with the remote control vibe, figuring Arecee would like that. It's been quite a long time since she's required me to wear a plug, and she hasn't been fucking me with her big strapon so regularly, but it didn't take too long to get it in and put the plug harness on around it.
Saturday Afternoon
Soon I was stopping to get the sandwich, and by then it was lunch hour and the place was busy and no parking close by. Walking across the parking lot, many people all around including families with children, I wondered if I was walking funny or anyone could possibly notice the plug. Of course, I know the harness holds it in tight, so I just resigned myself to try to act normally even if I couldn't put it out of my mind. In what seemed like forever waiting, I finally had the sandwich and was back on my way to Kinkfest.
Arecee called right as I was roaming around the hotel parking lot to find a space to park. She was hungry. The second workshop had ended and she wanted lunch now! Fortunately I was right outside and brought it in within a few minutes. After she ate the first slice (I'd had them cut it into 4 slices), I gave her the remote. She didn't seem surprised, but always enjoys holding it out of site and randomly turning it on when I'm not expecting. She let a couple others try. Minor amusement. Conversation turned to the workshops that had just finished.
For the first time time in years, Ar was really pretty excited about the workshops she'd just seen. New ideas, new perspectives, and just general interest in the subjects... which were abduction and interrogation scenes. I was really happy they'd attracted her interest and of course I'm hopeful she'll put some of these newfound ideas to use :-) More than anything else, I believe this is where Kinkfest has taken its toll on us in recent years. Some of the people we've worked with had been more than able to attend the workshops and completely put Kinkfest operational issues out of their minds. Not us and especially not Ar. We're the kind of people who get into a problem solving mode and really dedicate and focus our conscious minds on resolving issues. Even though we tried to go to workshops these last few years, usually managing to make less than half of them, it usually turned out to be pretty pointless anyway. So for the first time in a long time, she was able to just enjoy the topic and actually focus on it and new ideas and perspectives.
After finishing lunch (and zapping me several times), Ar allowed me to return to the room to remove the plug. I was quite glad for that, as it'd been in for a couple hours, including sitting on it while driving and trying awkwardly not to sit directly on it as we sat around with friends having lunch in the vendor area.
When I returned, Ar asked how I felt about her fucking someone else with her strapon at the party. I guess I'd assumed she'd intended to do me, since she'd made me wear the plug. But that wasn't the plan afterall. Of course, I was fine and readily agreed. We talked about latex over the dildo - and about boiling it (which reminds me, I still need to do that - will get to it today).
None of the third session workshops appealed to us. Arecee went back to the room to take a nap. I stayed and socialized for a while, then returned to join her. I remembered napping a couple years ago, I believe it was Kinkfest 2005, when we'd missed the Friday party due to working (turning in around 10pm because we were exhausted) and were tired Saturday due to getting up at 6-7am to open Kinkfest (setting up registration, letting the vendors in, filling in for security who didn't show, etc) and we ended up napping through almost the whole Saturday party, doing only a little quick scene at 1am! I'm very happy to say this time we got up around 7pm and had time for a quick dinner downstairs in the hotel's restaurant, where we met Slydexia and other friends, and we still managed to make most of the Saturday party.
Saturday Party - Mistress Boots - Spanking and Nipple Torture
We split up not long after arriving at the party. The Saturday party is always much better attended than Friday and by this time, maybe 8:30 to almost 9pm, there were a lot of people playing. Still, the dungeon was so large that finding places to play wasn't a big problem. Almost everything was in use most of the time, but places would open up without a really long wait.
I looked around for some people I'd talked with earlier in the day about playing. Some people like to schedule their whole evening, but I find that frustrating. Usually other scenes take longer than expected, or can't start because some place space is in use, or someone else gets them to play, or switches decide to, well, switch, or someone can't make it to the party until late, or any number of other reasons. So I prefer to just go and play with whomever is available and interested.
That worked great Friday, and pretty well Saturday too, though it seemed a number of the people I'd talked with spent much of the night in very long scenes. Also, it seemed that most of the women I know who switch had been topping Friday and were bottoming Saturday. Well, "most" might be a few people I'm particularly interested in :-) Anyway, I'm always happy to see friends having so much kinky fun together.
Next I looked around for Mistress Boots (her upcoming website is The Leather Look), whom I'd agreed to play with later Friday but couldn't find again. Turns out I asked someone, and she and her husband were right behind me! Turns out they had to leave early Friday. We talked briefly, and she still wanted to play.
We walked around looking for a place to play, and did some negotiation while walking, mostly her asking questions, me answering. Masochistic, screamer, prefer bondage, like warmup but not really necessary if bound, etc. Said my back was sore from last night, and she expressed interest in pinching nipple and spanking... luckily two areas still nearly untouched all weekend. It's surprising how little we talked, yet it worked pretty well. Normally I get a pretty good feeling how experienced a top is, if they're a old-time kink community person or mostly private, if they're into playing sensual or rough. I hadn't seen her play and we talked so little there wasn't much opportunity to learn about her. Soon I'd find out!
She chose the net, the exact some place Rachel had flogged me Friday night. There was a little table nearby, where I unpacked my toybag. She was glad to see I had cuffs. They weren't the really nice ones... those went into Ar's toybag as Ar had talked with Cleo about flogging and I wanted Cleo to have "luxurious bondage" if they played. So these were from a set intended as part of a hog tie toy. The didn't have the usual D-rings and they go on in a funny way with velcro and then a locking buckle over the top, which is a bit strange by themselves but it makes using them in their dedicated hog tie purpose much easier.
Anyway, it wasn't long until I was naked except for my thong and leaning against the ropes of the net. Ms Boots attached my wrists to the ropes, fairly close to my shoulders. Then she came in front of me, walking under the frame between the two nets (it's like an upside down "V" with nets on both sides, so two scenes can be done on it with the subs/bottoms facing each other).
She had a little bag in her hand, from which she pulled out nipple clamps. They were those clover clamp types attached by a chain. She asked again if I could take these, and then clipped them on. Even though they had little rubber pads on the ends, I was surprised how hard they pinched. It seemed the ones I'd seen before were soft and pinched harder as the chain pulled more. But these must have been adjusted tighter, or something, and they pinched pretty hard right from the start. Fortunately she didn't hang anything from the chain.
Then she walked back around behind me and started paddling. The first was one of her paddles, and ouch. Whack, it sure did sting. It was fairly large, maybe plastic or rubber or a flexible plastic? She had all of those, and I can't remember which was first. But ouch. I remembered back to only minutes before saying I'd be fine without much warmup, or just bondage... and regretted it just then. On the other hand, I was tied. Not tied tightly, and I figured if this was the warmup and she'd start really hitting hard I'd probably ask for more restrictive bondage.
It seems funny now, writing this, that the though of asking for softer strikes doesn't really enter my mind. Even though we'd only just met the night before and had a total of maybe 5 minutes of minutes of conversation, most of that quick negotiation about the barest essentials to play, I really do very quickly get into a headspace of submitting to whatever my top might desire. Of course I have limits (the main being tickling without secure bondage) and monogamy limits from Ar, but aside from those things that rarely come up, I really do want to go where ever they're going to take me. Remembering back to when I was first introduced, I'm recalling now that she'd expressed an interest in beating someone hard (and that's why they introduced me to her, apparently). At the time I thought nothing of it, having heard that many times and having mentally prepared for lots of pain and it ended up being soft. Well, not this time.
She swatted me again and again and again, usually doing a dozen or so with each paddle, then switching to a different one. All were about the same intensity, all with rather stingy paddles, all quite painful. She'd do several hard swats, making my shake and scream a bit, then stop and return the paddle to the table nearby and choose a different one. I'd almost forget about my nipples, then while she was over selecting a different paddle my mind would go back to the burning feeling. Even though she probably only spent seconds switching paddles, it seemed like forever, trying to hold still and not bump those nasty clamps against the ropes, trying desperately to hold out a little longer.
I do much better with just one type of sensation, so it took longer than usual to "warm up" and really get into the paddling. Maybe she intended it that way? For quite a while it felt really nasty, really cruel.... not like the floaty flying feeling, more of a cruel tortured feeling. She came in front a couple times to check in and asked how my nipples were doing, if I need the clamps off? How am I supposed to answer that? I can't make that kind of decision! I must have mumbled something utterly indecisive. She decided to leave them on, certainly at least once, now I have no idea how many times, but eventually she returned to check in and decided it was time to take them off. I got the feeling she probably would have left them on if we knew each other better, but was being careful with me. She pulled them off quickly, and oh did I ever scream! They'd been on quite a while and my poor nipples seemed to explode with pain the moment they came off. As I started to calm down, she reached through the ropes and rubbed them, sending me screaming and writhing again. I couldn't see or hear anything for a while, the pain overwhelming my senses, and by the time I could see again she was gone from between the nets and back over at the table getting another paddle.
More paddling continued, again with the style of about a dozen hard swats, then switching to another paddle. I started getting into the sensation quite a lot more, processing the pain better, though nothing like I can when it's a steady rhythm. Sadists really seem to prefer this way. Maybe it's because they can hit harder? She certainly did strike pretty hard, and definitely not in any predictable way. Many times I'd find myself cringing slightly, involuntarily, incorrectly anticipating when she'd swat again.
I try not to top from the bottom, but I did ask for a couple things during some of the breaks when she came in front of the net to check in with me. Pretty early on, I'd asked if she'd touch or hold me a bit while hitting. It makes a big difference feeling some touch, even just a little, to connect personally. But even with her hand on me at times, that clearly wasn't what this scene was about. Her energy was about inflicting pain, not connecting on a personal level, not about touching and feeling, but about raw sadistic play.
Later I asked if she'd secure my wrists far apart and higher up. They'd been attached close to me shoulders. It seems amazing I hadn't been struggling much. Leaning deep into the net helps, I suppose. Anyway, this scene really was about pain and I worried I might start struggling. She was very willing to reposition me, but expressed doubt my arms would reach so far. The clips I'd brought turned out to be difficult getting off those ropes, but she managed after some fiddling. I stood up on my toes and reached my arm as far as I possibly could. I didn't care if it was too far, I so very much wanted to be bound tight, arms spread wide. Turns out the net has quite a bit of give and it worked out pretty well even when I wasn't standing on my toes.
She resumed paddling. At first she'd used her paddles, then cycled though the ones I'd packed. Of course, most of Ar's paddles are pretty nasty too. Guess I'm a big pain slut! I worried when she picked up the rubber ones, knowing she was going to hit me hard. Indeed she did, and yes it was painful and I screamed, though the effect was similar to her paddles.
A few times she instructed me to count. Actually, rather forcefully demanded I count. She must have really been getting into a strong dominant headspace while topping. She hadn't been particularly commanding before playing, and wasn't while checking in, so this was a pleasant surprise... even though I'm so bad at counting when people paddle me. But I did count. Sometimes I'd quickly yell out the number right as the paddle landed, having prepared myself to say it. Other times, I'd been reeling from the pain and unable to say the number for, well, probably only a second or two, but trying to obey and not being able to talk yet before the pain subsides it seems like forever.
Each time she'd stop at 10. I wondered why 10? There were maybe 3 or 4 sets of 10, and of course lots of other bouts of paddling without counting, though none really long continuous sessions. Each was always just a dozen or so before she'd go back to the table to switch to a different toy. As time went on I had started getting into the scene quite a lot more, processing the pain, getting used to her sadistic style. A couple times I thought about asking "Why 10? Why not 100?" That probably really would have been bratty topping from below? I didn't. Now I'm really wondering what would have happened if I did, kinda, sorta, maybe a little bit wishing I would have ;-)
I have absolutely no perception of time when playing intensely like that. This scene didn't seem extremely long, but maybe we did play for quite a long time. The night seemed to be over so quickly, and now I'm noticing I've written a lot about this one scene, and yet there's still many things I haven't mentioned yet.
She did another session nipple torture, using different clamps, but they seemed to hurt about the same. Actually, the first clamps were about equal pain but I remember on the second session my left nipple seemed to hurt more than my right. These were after she'd retied my arms wide apart, and I worried a lot less I'd bump them on the ropes if I moved. They burned. A couple times she use something soft, maybe rabbit fur, to rub my ass. Maybe it was supposed to be soothing, but all I could think about were those clips burning my nipples. After quite some time, they came off, and again, oh my god it hurt. Much more paddling occurred all the while.
Towards the end, she used what I believe are called vampire gloves. They looked like leather with lots of tiny little sharp spikes. She rubbed them all over my butt, which was very sensitive from all the spanking. She also ran them across my poor little nipples, which weren't hurting anymore by that time, but they sure were sensitive. This was the one part of the scene were we were close, touching, sharing some personal connection. And oh they feel intense. Especially so on sensitive skin, but even elsewhere, I was constantly in anticipation on the touch, the prickly feeling. It's intense, though the psychological effect is probably a big part of it.
When the scene was over, she unhooked my cuffs... a process that wasn't easy due to those clips not opening so wide. She helped me down and on to the floor and spent maybe a moment with me. Someone else was waiting to use the space, so she went over to the table to clear off all our stuff. My head was still spinning and I found myself wishing she'd stayed with me. By the time she returned, I was quite a bit clearer and able to stand up. We talked briefly, but not long.
Saturday Party - Lady B - Drumming
Sometime the time seemed to fly by Saturday. Maybe that scene with Mistress Boots went for longer than I thought. Maybe I just spent quite a bit of time wandering around the dungeon, watching friends play?
I did run into Kay. She had played with Arecee, where Ar beat her with the new rubber shambock. I said "She broke in our new toy on you first, you bitch!" Funny moment, and talked with her today and she reminded me to mention it in this post. Anyway, after a moment she mentioned she was actually negotiating a scene with the other couple people who where standing there. I apologized and quickly made an exit, not wanting to disrupt their upcoming scene.
It was getting late, about midnight. Met up with Ar again and she was about to start that strapon fucking scene she'd planned earlier. I asked around and it turned out the party was scheduled to shut down at 1am. On Friday that was the perfect time, as things were really winding down around 12:30. This night, there were still a lot of people playing at midnight and beyond. I know they opened the party early this year and it ran a lot longer total time, but still, it very well could have gone very nicely until 2 on Saturday. Oh well.
I couldn't imagine how I'd only managed to play once and the end of the party was in sight. I met up with Lady B, who'd just finished a scene and was planning to leave soon. But she said she had time for one more scene, if I was interested. Well, of course. I would have even been willing to continue the tickling from last night, hopefully with more bondage :-)
She suggested drumming, which is actually the play we've been talking about doing for so long. She can play pretty intense sometimes, so I was a little apprehensive, but it was getting late on Saturday and this would be my last scene for the weekend, so "what the hell" I thought, let's do this. Her submissive and I stalked a table that was becoming available while she made a quick trip to the bathroom.
She returned and we started. At first it was rapid by very light tapping. Would have been great warmup earlier in the evening. I looked up a couple times and she was really having a lot of fun, which made it better.
At first she had actual drum sticks. Then she switched to many different toys, most of which I never actually say. One of them was actually painful, biting my skin with each tap. She giggled when she started using it, making me flinch at the new, unexpected sensation.
She checked in after a little while, asking how I was liking it. I said hitting harder would be good. She continued, harder, but really, after that intense paddling earlier, a LOT harder would have been good. She did go back to that one nastier toy. At first I though it might be a large comb. It turned out to be some sort of kitchen thing, like a plastic bread cutting tool? It had sharp pointy teeth, though there were no marks on my skin afterward (or if there were, they faded very quickly).
We didn't play very long. Maybe it was 20 minutes? She was tired and intended to head home early, though this scene definitely went past midnight. We talked a little afterward and I expressed an interest in going a lot harder next time. She's sensitive to my screaming, and I certainly to scream, yelp and sometimes even shriek for painful play. We talked about trying a gag. She's skeptical it'll quiet me enough. We do have that red inflatable one that really makes me quiet. Definitely going to bring that for the next time we play!
After playing with Lady B, I got to watch Arecee doing strapon fucking. Very interesting. I can't ever see how she moves when she's pounding me. I guess I've always imagined she actually moves back and forth more. Certainly she was moving, it was just fascinating to see since been on the receiving end so much but never actually seen her do it, until now.
The party was breaking down. This time a lot more people were still playing until the end. The volunteers looked tired and overworked, as last night. They had a very strong "going to shut down and get out by 1am no matter what" energy. They started turning the music down and shutting off lights about 10 minutes to 1am, which cause most of the scenes to end. This time, more people were around, including my love Arecee. We were socializing and talking about how it didn't seem so late. We planned to go get some breakfast somewhere. A couple more friends came over and they were thinking of going to get drinks. So we changed to drinks and hoped they'd be food... which turned out to be only snack mix at the hotel's bar / night club. So we sat around and had a couple drinks, talking. They had a last call some time before 2, and around 2:30 they finally threw us out, and even though going somewhere off site might have been nice, only having to walk back to the elevator and to the room seemed really nice.
Sunday Morning
We slept in Sunday morning, but still had some time to linger in bed before that first workshop. Ar inspected my skin. My back wasn't as sore, and the redness had faded to a large, lightly colored bruise. Ar's single tail lines were still slightly visible as well, and the bruise I'm pretty sure was a gift from Rachel.
Arecee wanted to go to the take downs workshop that morning. Hotel checkout time was noon, not long after that first workshop (from 10 to 11:30am). So I was to stay and get our stuff packed up and hauled down to her car while she went to the workshop.
There's a fine line, where pretty much the exact same task or chore goes from being simply helpful or volunteer effort to that erotic feeling of submissive servitude. We really don't have much of the Mistress / slave dynamic in our day-to-day relationship, though we certainly do have those powerfully moving moments from time to time. Anyway, running the errands Saturday and taking care of things Sunday morning was just over that fine line, just a little way into that realm of submissive servitude. Just enough I got this really warm, contently happy feeling taking care of these otherwise pretty mundane affairs. Maybe it was so Ar could go have a care-free time learning and enjoying the workshops? Maybe it was all the buildup and play all weekend, or just being around kinky friends all the time? Just a light touch of the submissive/slave feeling, something I don't get very much or very often, and it was really a very nice uplifting experience that morning...
I got finished moving the stuff and down to the vendor area just about the time the first workshop was getting out (took time to shower, and we brought a lot of stuff which came in easily Friday with the use of a cart, all of which were unavailable Sunday before checkout time).
A couple friends we'd spent time with last night at the bar were there, and one had just purchased a nice, small but heavy wooden paddle. Being a big flirt (or slut), I asked if it'd been tested? You know, you just can't be too careful about these things! So each of them gave it a little test run, paddling me with I held on to the other for support. *hehe*
Sunday Afternoon
The last 2 workshop were about to start. I hadn't attended even a single workshop all weekend. I was really very ok with that. None of the topics were particularly exciting... well, except maybe the kidnapping one, but in my fantasy of being abducted, I wouldn't have any knowledge or advanced warning it was negotiated or going to happen. So really the very best thing happened, Arecee went and enjoyed it and felt like there was a lot of good and useful information. For me, ignorance is bliss!!
So, the flogging workshop. Yep, you guessed it... why not spend the last few hours of Kinkfest getting flogged. It was also the only really hands-on workshop all weekend (where everyone actually practices doing the activity), as far as I know. Of course, they still call them all workshops, though terms like "presentation", "demonstration", "group discussion" or "lecture" would be more accurate for most.
Turns out, the first hour or so was lecture. Pretty good, though it went a little long. Then they got on to the practice. Arecee went to flog me. I hadn't imagined she'd go, since she's really quite accomplished at flogging, but she wasn't terribly interested in the other topics and wanted to get a little more play time in with me.
We did indeed to the flogging throws, and Ar found that one of them really worked for her to throw our heavier floggers without getting as tired. So good learning. At least good learning when we weren't getting distracted and messing around.
Even during the lecture, I'd gotten up to go to the bathroom, and when I returned I came back to an open seat behind her, rather than at her side, and leaned forward and put my arms around her. I'm sure some people were thinking "get a room", but they didn't say it, at least then, but definitely later on.
Honestly, they were seriously under-prepared for the number of people in the workshop. Such is the difficulty of doing a hands-on workshop. Perhaps the Kinkfest planners hadn't advised them of how many people to expect. They clearly had done this workshop many times and in the past they said they'd used more helpers to do the one-on-one instruction while practicing the throws. So there were long periods of time to practice each throw. Lots of time for distraction.
Maybe it started with me making a snarky comment and Ar coming up to do something like tweak my nipples for it? Anyway, soon standing around bored turned into making out, lots of kissing and fondling. Someone did advise us to get a room... and if we hadn't just checked out we probably would have gone right back up there!
That workshop was actually 3 hours in two sections, the first continuing on into the second. It was almost 4 pm and they were only finishing the practice session on the second throw (they'd originally intended as many as 8 or 9). Our attention spans were shot and we were tired from such a long, action-packed weekend.
We headed back to the vendor area to socialize and make dinner plans. Ar invited a few people over for dinner at our place, and she took off a little early to pick up Chinese takeout and drinks on the way home. I stayed a little longer (we'd driven both cars), visiting with friends.
Kinkfest began with for me with the Purple Goddess demoing that rubber shambock we purchased from her and Gerd. Kinkfest ended with a little playful flirting. My back was bruised and recently made more sensitive from that last flogging workshop. She graciously helped to determine exactly where I was and wasn't sore, poking hard with her fingers, grabbing skin and twisting a bit while holding me. Oh such fun note to end upon.
I headed out, confident Ar had plenty of time. By the time I got home, Sariel and Hotpockets and his lovely partner (who needs a scene name I can write on this journal) where already there. Soon pdxropedom came by and joined us.
We lounged around and enjoyed just having dinner and drinks and being mellow, talking about the many fun things that gone on all weekend. Really great decompressing with good few friends.
And whew, what a long post this turned out to be. Two days writing! If you read this whole long thing, wow, leave a comment to let me know.
This was our first time in years working on the Kinkfest planning committee and working all weekend. I'm so very glad to be done with all that. We had what I was calling an "abstinence pledge" for volunteering this year. I'm happy to say we kept the pledge. The (mostly new) people working on Kinkfest this year did a pretty good job. As the weekend went on, Ar and I spent less time thinking about all that stuff and more time just having fun. Indeed much fun was had all weekend....
So let's see if I can get all Kinkfest weekend into one big long journal entry? (warning, super long entry, even for me....)
Friday - Before The Party
We arrived at the hotel somewhere around 5:30 after an errand on the south side of town, taking cross streets since all the freeways were packed with Friday rush hour traffic. Hotel check in was quick and easy. Accompanying check in was a letter in a sealed envelope from the Portland Leather Alliance (PLA, the organization behind Kinkfest) with "good behavior" guidelines for the hotel room. I skimmed it and rolled my eyes, thinking in particular of one PLA board member's intense concern for protecting the organization from negative publicity/attention. Never did read the whole thing.
I put on rubber shorts and a rubber shirt, and nothing else other than a trench coat to cover up between the hotel room and convention center across the parking lot. I really like wearing something fetishy for Kinkfest, though it seems in recent years most people only dress up much at the parties. Lots of people love to touch and feel the smooth, shiny black surface. Maybe I'm a bit of an attention slut? Quite a few people were looking and that really helps get me into a flirty mood and get my mind off work and mundane stuff.
The Purple Goddess was there vending. Gerd had remembered Arecee and I were interested in a rubber shambock and they had one waiting for us! Of course, it need to be tested, well, to make sure it works properly. You just can't be too careful about these things :-) The Purple Goddess was all too happy to give me several swats with it. There isn't any bondage furniture set up in the vending area. Lady Phoenix was there and happy to hold me still while the Purple Goddess swatted my ass a few times, mostly very light, but a couple firm (but still very reserved) strikes to let me know what this most impressive toy could do.
Ar showed up somewhere around this time. Neither of us had money with us. Gerd came back to the table and insisted Ar take it now and we could pay later. Ar tapped me with it only a couple times, very light. I must saw she looks very hot, very intimidating carrying it around. She seemed to have a lot of fun teasing people with it.
Lady Phoenix said she'd really enjoyed holding me, feeling me shake as the Purple Goddess tested the shambock on me, and would like to do more if the opportunity were to present itself. She seemed like she'd had a stressful day and wasn't planning to go to the party (her partner was working most of the night), but she was seriously reconsidering going.
After much socializing, we made a quick trip back to the room (where I took off the rubber clothes, which were starting to make me sweat) and we headed downstairs to the hotel restaurant for a quick dinner. Lady Phoenix had arrived alone, just before us and was already waiting for a table, so the three of us got a table. Later C wandered in and joined us. We all talked a while, missing the opening ceremony... which is usually some boring speeches but this year was a drumming performance. Oh well.
Friday Party - Arecee - Flogging and Whipping
Another trip to the room to change back to fetish clothes and then Ar and I headed to the party. Ar wanted to play with me first, and within minutes of arriving, we made a quick trip around the dungeon (it was a very large room), and then Ar chose a St Andrew's cross near the front where she was going to whip me.
She started with flogging, mostly warming me up, and then she switched to her single tail. There was a group at a table right in front of me. They'd been there, slowly setting up since before we started. Ar had just quickly cuffed my wrists and ankles and attached them to the loops on the corners of the cross, and we were playing. During the flogging my attention was fading from the room to the sensations, sometimes back to the room.
When she switch to her single tail, things got much more intense. I believe she somehow, how I can't possibly imaging, but somehow could tell when I was looking at the group right in front of me. We really do have quite a connection like that, living together, playing so regularly. She'd start whipping very intensely, landing much more of the whip across my back, whipping rapidly again and again. I get really worked up, almost to the point of panic. Then she's back off a bit and go lighter for a while.
At home or even at small parties it's all one continuous, familiar surrounding. But at a huge party like Kinkfest, I get this very surreal feeling when she lightens up and suddenly I'm back in this giant room with hundreds of people all around. Wonder if I'd closed my eyes? It seems like I probably kept my eyes open, but somehow for those periods of intense whipping, pain so overwhelming, I just can't remember any visual images at all. Maybe I did close my eyes. But it doesn't seem like darkness, but really this strange feeling of being somewhere else for those moments, somewhere without any visual or audible sensation, not light or dark or empty or crowded or quite or noisy, just somewhere else that utterly defies any recollection of sensation, and then I slowly float back into the large room with all these people again. Every time it's seems surprising that yes, I have been here all the time, yet again I rediscover all these hundreds of people all around.
Also, on a humorous note, it seemed every time this group in front of us was still setting up, still getting everything ready.... and every time one particular person from their group was returning with food. Once it was a big muffin or cupcake. Another time it was a small plate of cookies. Other things other times. Arecee had also noticed this, it turned out when we talked later and had a good laugh. I don't think she consciously eased up on whipping every time he returned... it was just one of those bizarre coincidences. I was dizzy, head spinning, and so happy Ar was giving me a harder whipping than usual, and every time they still seemed to be setting up and returning with more food. Just too funny.
Friday Party - Rachel and Lady Phoenix - Flogging
We split up not long after playing and I didn't see much of Arecee for the rest of the evening. I walked around, looking over the many many scenes going on and meeting up with people. Rachel asked if I wanted to be flogged again. Well yes, of course! Someone introduced me to Mistress Boots, who was from out of town and looking for someone to beat, and of course they thought of me! I was still thinking of Lady Phoenix (silverklaw), whom I'd seen once or twice at the party. Unlike a small party, it can be quite a chore to find any particular person again, usually asking people I know if they've seen them recently and which way they went.
For a number of Dommes and tops, a scene can be about a personal connection, about touching and feeling the effects of the pain they're inflicting. A more-than-2 person scene normally requires some more advanced planning and negotiation, and I wasn't quite so sure how well someone I'd only just met or a number of tops I'd normally play with would feel about a scene where Phoenix would be holding me. Simple for a quick "let's try out this toy". Rachel was the one person I could think of who'd almost certainly be comfortable with such an arrangement. Rachel is quite submissive and just has fun flogging me, but it's not at all about dominance or really even sadistic energy as nearly as I can tell. It's just simple, physical fun. After some searching, I was able to find both of them again and everyone liked the idea, so we started looking for a place to play.
We started somewhere else, maybe a couple places briefly. It's hard to recall now, but after a few minutes half of a double net play area opened up and Rachel suggested we move there, which worked out really well. The ropes of the net flex, allowing us to really lean back. Phoenix, fully clothed, had her back to the net and held me leaning fully against her, still wearing my kilt and a thong underneath, but of course my shirt off. Rachel insisted she wanted my kilt to stay on.
I'm not sure if Rachel and Lady Phoenix had even met before this scene? They turned out to be quite a combination. Rachel is fun loving and deeply submissive. Phoenix can be quite dominant at times! Really very good energy.
Rachel used her heavy flogger, as usual. I'm not sure what material it is, but it's one of those hard ones that really stings. It's also a very big, very heavy flogger, weighing quite a lot more than most. Rachel is a small, very cute girl. It's pretty amazing she can throw that massive flogger, but she says the heavy weight makes it easier for her! And can she ever throw it. She's getting really very good, almost no wrapping this time at all. Several times she was concerned she might have wrapped and hit Pheonix.
It wasn't long until I wasn't really able to talk and the two of them were interacting on my behalf, talking about where the flogger was hitting, and so on. Rachel mostly flogged my back, hitting my ass only a few times. A couple times Phoenix lifted my skirt, er, "manly kilt", as it really doesn't feel intense with the cloth in the way to absorb much of the sensation.
We played for quite some time. Rachel can really throw that huge flogger. The next day several people were talking about how cute her style is, using her whole body, sometimes swinging with both hands, sometimes seeming to get a run and lift off the ground and she'd throw that large flogger!
Holding Lady Phoenix, and really more accurately, her holding me was really quite an experience. That flogger has quite a thud and I believe we both felt it equally. Of course, I got all the sting :-) It feels very different holding on to each other so closely, so tightly, experiencing it together. In some ways, it really takes some of the harsh edge off of the whole flogging, feeling the soothing, comforting feel of a partner there with me, rather than being bound and exposed alone. Rather than any bondage, when the pain would strike me so intensely, I'd just hold on tighter.... sort of like aftercare continuously throughout the scene. It didn't take long for Phoenix's dominance to come forward, pretty much directing and taking control of the scene. She'd also scratch my back with her nails, making me quiver... something I really love afterward, now actually while we were still playing.
One particularly amazing moment, well, actually several such moments, was when I'd start getting dizzy and drifty from all the pain. It happens. Normally I drift and wander all over, often hanging from my arms bound to a cross by wrist cuffs, and then during a little lull I'll get back onto my legs. When I'd start getting really dizzy and start turning, Lady Phoenix would grab me firmly and point my back right where it belonged, directly facing Rachel for more flogging. Such a happy moment!
We played for quite a while. Eventually Rachel was worn out. She'd been working so very hard and was sweating and tired. I was quite dizzy, smiling, in my usual overwhelmed-by-sensation place. Phoenix really enjoyed the scene and was on quite an emotional high, maybe even more "flying" than me, but it seemed more of the spiritual/emotional feeling. For Rachel, from beginning to end it was all happy light hearted physical fun, and soon she disappeared to go take a shower back at her hotel room. Phoenix and I lingered there a while, aftercare I think, though I must have been flying too since now I really can't remember how long or if we talked about much or even where we were or how long. Now it seems strange I don't recall much afterward. Anyway, after a while I was wandering around the party again, taking some time to cool down from now two intense scenes, both mostly on my upper back.
I spent some time searching for Mistress Boots. I hadn't committed to playing, and honestly we'd only just been introduced and talked for maybe a minute. Whomever had introduced us warned me they didn't know her or her partner at all, only that they'd talked and she was seeking a male sub to torture and they'd thought of me. I'd hoped to see her playing with her partner who seemed to be her husband, even though I would (and did Saturday) play knowing virtually nothing about her play style. But it seems they had left the party. Guess Rachel and Phoenix and I had played for some time!
Friday Party - Ms Purr Meow - Nails / Pressure Points
While wandering around I met Ms Purr Meow (mspurrmeow). She had been at the restaurant before the party, arriving alone just after C joined Ar and Phoenix and me. If we'd had more space at our table we would have invited her to join us. She sat at a small table nearby and we talked with her back and forth a little, though talking between the two tables was a bit awkward. I didn't really know anything about her, but she had one of the green "I'm a top, ask me to play" stickers on her name tag... so I asked.
Well, actually we chatted a bit. It didn't seem like she wanted to play, but I was fine with just talking, not feeling an urgent need to get into another scene. She asked if I wanted to see/try something and was playing with my hand, rubbing my fingers. Sure, why not? She'd talked about playing with Philip The Fool, who was one of the presenters and I believe one of his workshop topics was about takedown play. My thoughts went to a conversation with Ms Abrasion at a munch some time ago, not long after a takedown presentation by RCDC.... were she demonstrated a of the technique that involved very painfully squeezing my finger or knuckle that brought me to my knees.
Well, it wasn't a takedown and wasn't really a pressure point. But did it ever hurt. So incredibly painfully hurt. Somehow she pressed her fingernail into the tip of my finger, holding my hand firmly, and oh did it ever hurt. Like pain all though my arm and all over, making my collapse to the floor. Wow.
Of course I got back up and offered her my hand again! And again and again. Slowly it turned into more of a play scene, morphing from casual conversation to adding little bits of negotiation and checking in, though we never really did a lot of explicit negotiation. Often I'd just collapse and fall to the floor instantly, her grip easing my fall. Other times, somehow, I'd stay standing and she'd keep the pressure up longer. Oh my god it hurt. Guess I'm a masochist!
She asked several times if I was done, saying that most people wouldn't go farther than this. Of course, being the big pain slut I am, I wanted to continue. Arecee came over. Ms Purr talked with her a bit, saying she was teaching me a lesson for flirting around with complete strangers. Ar said she was tired and going back to the room for the night, and suggested Ms Purr make sure I really learned a good lesson!
She did several more, some more intensely, seeming to keep the pressure up longer. I was definitely flying by that time, which helped. She also allowed me to hold on to her legs, hand, whatever I could as the pain overwhelmed my body. She did a couple in other places, one on my side under my arm, which seemed to keep burning and hurting for many minutes after.
She had been quite solemn at first and by the end I looked up from the floor and saw she had a big, huge sadistic grin on her face. I was really happy to see she'd been having fun, and honestly most of the time the pain was so intense I couldn't even look up or around for a while. She said we were done and allow me to hold her for a little while, which I really, really needed.
It was pretty late by the time I was up and walking around again, probably a little after midnight. Normally I don't drink much water, even when people insist I should. But I must have really screamed more than usual, as I found myself at the water jugs drinking down two large cups of water because my throat was dry. I though I may be done for the night, possibly even lose my voice in the morning, so unusual was this feeling. But after a couple large drinks of water and a brief rest I felt just fine again.
Friday Party - Lady B - Rope Bondage and Tickling
The party has started thinning out and a lot of the furniture was no longer in use or had people doing aftercare rather than intense play. Then again, there was still plenty of action going on, many people still playing, though not the entire large room.
Walking around I met Lady B. We've been intending to play for at least a year, maybe more? By one twist of fate or another, it just never seems to work out. Many times we've arranged to play but one of us couldn't make it or was late. Sometimes she's had scenes go long, other times I have. So it was late, less than an hour left and we'd both been playing all night and were tired, but agreed to do something anyway.
That turned out to be rope bondage and tickling scene. My one serious hard limit is tickling without secure bondage. People laugh, but it really very seriously is a hard limit. I totally freak out when tickled. Without secure bondage, I'll hurt other, hurt myself and break stuff. I have before and it's my one big remaining emotional baggage.
So she tied my arms behind my back with lots of rope and instructed me to hope up onto a little bondage table with vertical posts on its sides. It was awkward and I manged to get only about half way on. Her submissive pushed and she pulled and they got me onto the table. She tied lots more rope around my legs, forming a hogtie, but not a really strenuous one with pressure on my arms and wrists. Then she tied a lot more rope on in ways I couldn't see, seeming to be attaching between me and those two posts on the sides of the table.
Then the ticking began. And a little hitting some toy on my feet. But mostly ticking. Soon she found my side and tummy, reaching under and wigging fingers around my skin. I scream and shout and beg "No, No, Stop, No" over and over, yelling loudly. I thrashed wildly and many of the ropes started to loosen. She assured me I wouldn't get free. More tickling, more wiggling, more ropes loosening, though happily the rope binding my wrists together held tight.
One of the DMs came by at some point pretty early in all this and gave the 30 minute notice that the party would close. She took a couple breaks to check in and see if I really was ok. Also, there was a break to tighten and retie several of the ropes, and I was so very glad for that.
More tickling, more screaming, struggling, thrashing, yelling "No! No! No!" (but not a safeword...)
Lady B is a woman with incredible passion for dominance and causing suffering. I figured she'd relentlessly tickle without mercy until the last seconds of the party. But this was the first time we'd played despite planning to play many times before, and she said my screaming and reactions for tickling are very different than pain and weren't quite what she was expecting. She was also very mindful of the time and wanted time for aftercare and cleanup without keeping the Kinkfest volunteers late. So she stopped after a few more sessions of tickling. Of course I was glad for it to stop. Then again, I worried that maybe she hadn't gotten all she may have wanted. I suppose there's always next time.
I needed time to calm down, which the untying of the many ropes afforded, but I really don't need aftercare after only tickling. We talked and cleaned up and were done, not being the last ones, though few people remained in the dungeon by that point.
Looking around the room, I saw the Kinkfest volunteers cleaning up. I noticed several of the same people who'd been working at the beginning of the evening. From their exhausted look I was pretty sure they'd been working all night. For a while my mind went back to being exhausted prior years, having to work so much, sometimes filling in for others who flaked out. There was no way to know, (and I really didn't want to know) if they'd worked all night out of choice or necessity. Knowing from experience how all sorts of behind-the-scenes problems with events are smoothed over by a small handful of really dedicated volunteers working much harder and much longer than they should, I felt a little sad but also so very, very glad not to be working on Kinkfest this year.
Ar was fast asleep in the bed when I got back to the room. I was thirsty again and used the light from the hallway to get a bottle of juice from a cooler we'd brought. Arecee stirred and I worried I might cause her to wake and not sleep well, but soon we were in bed together and fast asleep.
Saturday Morning
We both woke up slowly Saturday morning and lingered in bed. At first, just holding, touching, still sleepy. We got to talking after some time. Turns out Ar didn't really play much Friday night. Told her about the rest of my night. My back was pretty sore. The only really visible marks were horizontal lines that were almost certainly from her whip early in the evening. There was also an overall light pink that was mostly from Rachel's heavy flogger. I'm not sure if it was more psychological or physical, but I could still seem to feel my fingertips and they did have little bit of red where Ms Purrmeow's nails had pressed.
Conversation turned to Kinkfest itself. We were both pretty impressed by a number of little things that were continued well from prior years, and overall how smoothly things seemed to run. There were a number of little things not perfect... all stuff that makes for a lot of extra work at the event, but they seemed to be managing it as well as reasonably possible. I'm not going to get into the details here. I will say that having worked on Kinkfest for 3 prior years, not just one part but picking up slack left by others forever changes ones perception of the event. Maybe it's much like directors and film writers watching movies, recognizing the technical details and extras people take for granted and minor flaws that most people overlook or quickly forget. We'd both noticed the some of people who work so hard and deal with the stress of fixing as best they can all those little things while the event is going.
Somehow we got off the topic of Kinkfest details and were playing around a bit on the bed, which led to quick late-morning sex! While on top of me, Ar reached under my back, grabbing and twisting my sore-from-flogging skin. Oh what fun, brief as it was.
Arecee decided to head down to the first workshop session, and I would make a round trip back to the house. She wanted her strapon harness and the acuvibe, which we'd somehow left at home despite bringing so much other stuff. She must have been in a more dominant mindset, because she instructed me to wear one of the plugs when I returned and to stop on the way back and get her a sandwich. She wasn't particular about exactly which plug or what type of sandwich, but when I asked if I could insert the plug when I returned to the hotel room, she firmly said "no" and insisted I must wear it the car while driving back and when I stopped to buy her lunch.
She headed out to the workshop, running a little late, and then I got up, cleaned myself up a little. I stopped by the vendors to pay for the shambock, for which I just just enough cash left. I ended up talking to a couple friends who were vending, including the lovely Cleo. It was about 11 am when I was finally on the road, a full hour after the first workshop start time.
Everything takes longer than you'd expect. We live on the other side of town from where Kinkfest was this year, so it's a lengthy drive. I stopped by the bank for cash. I took a quick shower at the house and rounded up all the stuff. The last thing I did was insert the plug. I put in the one with the remote control vibe, figuring Arecee would like that. It's been quite a long time since she's required me to wear a plug, and she hasn't been fucking me with her big strapon so regularly, but it didn't take too long to get it in and put the plug harness on around it.
Saturday Afternoon
Soon I was stopping to get the sandwich, and by then it was lunch hour and the place was busy and no parking close by. Walking across the parking lot, many people all around including families with children, I wondered if I was walking funny or anyone could possibly notice the plug. Of course, I know the harness holds it in tight, so I just resigned myself to try to act normally even if I couldn't put it out of my mind. In what seemed like forever waiting, I finally had the sandwich and was back on my way to Kinkfest.
Arecee called right as I was roaming around the hotel parking lot to find a space to park. She was hungry. The second workshop had ended and she wanted lunch now! Fortunately I was right outside and brought it in within a few minutes. After she ate the first slice (I'd had them cut it into 4 slices), I gave her the remote. She didn't seem surprised, but always enjoys holding it out of site and randomly turning it on when I'm not expecting. She let a couple others try. Minor amusement. Conversation turned to the workshops that had just finished.
For the first time time in years, Ar was really pretty excited about the workshops she'd just seen. New ideas, new perspectives, and just general interest in the subjects... which were abduction and interrogation scenes. I was really happy they'd attracted her interest and of course I'm hopeful she'll put some of these newfound ideas to use :-) More than anything else, I believe this is where Kinkfest has taken its toll on us in recent years. Some of the people we've worked with had been more than able to attend the workshops and completely put Kinkfest operational issues out of their minds. Not us and especially not Ar. We're the kind of people who get into a problem solving mode and really dedicate and focus our conscious minds on resolving issues. Even though we tried to go to workshops these last few years, usually managing to make less than half of them, it usually turned out to be pretty pointless anyway. So for the first time in a long time, she was able to just enjoy the topic and actually focus on it and new ideas and perspectives.
After finishing lunch (and zapping me several times), Ar allowed me to return to the room to remove the plug. I was quite glad for that, as it'd been in for a couple hours, including sitting on it while driving and trying awkwardly not to sit directly on it as we sat around with friends having lunch in the vendor area.
When I returned, Ar asked how I felt about her fucking someone else with her strapon at the party. I guess I'd assumed she'd intended to do me, since she'd made me wear the plug. But that wasn't the plan afterall. Of course, I was fine and readily agreed. We talked about latex over the dildo - and about boiling it (which reminds me, I still need to do that - will get to it today).
None of the third session workshops appealed to us. Arecee went back to the room to take a nap. I stayed and socialized for a while, then returned to join her. I remembered napping a couple years ago, I believe it was Kinkfest 2005, when we'd missed the Friday party due to working (turning in around 10pm because we were exhausted) and were tired Saturday due to getting up at 6-7am to open Kinkfest (setting up registration, letting the vendors in, filling in for security who didn't show, etc) and we ended up napping through almost the whole Saturday party, doing only a little quick scene at 1am! I'm very happy to say this time we got up around 7pm and had time for a quick dinner downstairs in the hotel's restaurant, where we met Slydexia and other friends, and we still managed to make most of the Saturday party.
Saturday Party - Mistress Boots - Spanking and Nipple Torture
We split up not long after arriving at the party. The Saturday party is always much better attended than Friday and by this time, maybe 8:30 to almost 9pm, there were a lot of people playing. Still, the dungeon was so large that finding places to play wasn't a big problem. Almost everything was in use most of the time, but places would open up without a really long wait.
I looked around for some people I'd talked with earlier in the day about playing. Some people like to schedule their whole evening, but I find that frustrating. Usually other scenes take longer than expected, or can't start because some place space is in use, or someone else gets them to play, or switches decide to, well, switch, or someone can't make it to the party until late, or any number of other reasons. So I prefer to just go and play with whomever is available and interested.
That worked great Friday, and pretty well Saturday too, though it seemed a number of the people I'd talked with spent much of the night in very long scenes. Also, it seemed that most of the women I know who switch had been topping Friday and were bottoming Saturday. Well, "most" might be a few people I'm particularly interested in :-) Anyway, I'm always happy to see friends having so much kinky fun together.
Next I looked around for Mistress Boots (her upcoming website is The Leather Look), whom I'd agreed to play with later Friday but couldn't find again. Turns out I asked someone, and she and her husband were right behind me! Turns out they had to leave early Friday. We talked briefly, and she still wanted to play.
We walked around looking for a place to play, and did some negotiation while walking, mostly her asking questions, me answering. Masochistic, screamer, prefer bondage, like warmup but not really necessary if bound, etc. Said my back was sore from last night, and she expressed interest in pinching nipple and spanking... luckily two areas still nearly untouched all weekend. It's surprising how little we talked, yet it worked pretty well. Normally I get a pretty good feeling how experienced a top is, if they're a old-time kink community person or mostly private, if they're into playing sensual or rough. I hadn't seen her play and we talked so little there wasn't much opportunity to learn about her. Soon I'd find out!
She chose the net, the exact some place Rachel had flogged me Friday night. There was a little table nearby, where I unpacked my toybag. She was glad to see I had cuffs. They weren't the really nice ones... those went into Ar's toybag as Ar had talked with Cleo about flogging and I wanted Cleo to have "luxurious bondage" if they played. So these were from a set intended as part of a hog tie toy. The didn't have the usual D-rings and they go on in a funny way with velcro and then a locking buckle over the top, which is a bit strange by themselves but it makes using them in their dedicated hog tie purpose much easier.
Anyway, it wasn't long until I was naked except for my thong and leaning against the ropes of the net. Ms Boots attached my wrists to the ropes, fairly close to my shoulders. Then she came in front of me, walking under the frame between the two nets (it's like an upside down "V" with nets on both sides, so two scenes can be done on it with the subs/bottoms facing each other).
She had a little bag in her hand, from which she pulled out nipple clamps. They were those clover clamp types attached by a chain. She asked again if I could take these, and then clipped them on. Even though they had little rubber pads on the ends, I was surprised how hard they pinched. It seemed the ones I'd seen before were soft and pinched harder as the chain pulled more. But these must have been adjusted tighter, or something, and they pinched pretty hard right from the start. Fortunately she didn't hang anything from the chain.
Then she walked back around behind me and started paddling. The first was one of her paddles, and ouch. Whack, it sure did sting. It was fairly large, maybe plastic or rubber or a flexible plastic? She had all of those, and I can't remember which was first. But ouch. I remembered back to only minutes before saying I'd be fine without much warmup, or just bondage... and regretted it just then. On the other hand, I was tied. Not tied tightly, and I figured if this was the warmup and she'd start really hitting hard I'd probably ask for more restrictive bondage.
It seems funny now, writing this, that the though of asking for softer strikes doesn't really enter my mind. Even though we'd only just met the night before and had a total of maybe 5 minutes of minutes of conversation, most of that quick negotiation about the barest essentials to play, I really do very quickly get into a headspace of submitting to whatever my top might desire. Of course I have limits (the main being tickling without secure bondage) and monogamy limits from Ar, but aside from those things that rarely come up, I really do want to go where ever they're going to take me. Remembering back to when I was first introduced, I'm recalling now that she'd expressed an interest in beating someone hard (and that's why they introduced me to her, apparently). At the time I thought nothing of it, having heard that many times and having mentally prepared for lots of pain and it ended up being soft. Well, not this time.
She swatted me again and again and again, usually doing a dozen or so with each paddle, then switching to a different one. All were about the same intensity, all with rather stingy paddles, all quite painful. She'd do several hard swats, making my shake and scream a bit, then stop and return the paddle to the table nearby and choose a different one. I'd almost forget about my nipples, then while she was over selecting a different paddle my mind would go back to the burning feeling. Even though she probably only spent seconds switching paddles, it seemed like forever, trying to hold still and not bump those nasty clamps against the ropes, trying desperately to hold out a little longer.
I do much better with just one type of sensation, so it took longer than usual to "warm up" and really get into the paddling. Maybe she intended it that way? For quite a while it felt really nasty, really cruel.... not like the floaty flying feeling, more of a cruel tortured feeling. She came in front a couple times to check in and asked how my nipples were doing, if I need the clamps off? How am I supposed to answer that? I can't make that kind of decision! I must have mumbled something utterly indecisive. She decided to leave them on, certainly at least once, now I have no idea how many times, but eventually she returned to check in and decided it was time to take them off. I got the feeling she probably would have left them on if we knew each other better, but was being careful with me. She pulled them off quickly, and oh did I ever scream! They'd been on quite a while and my poor nipples seemed to explode with pain the moment they came off. As I started to calm down, she reached through the ropes and rubbed them, sending me screaming and writhing again. I couldn't see or hear anything for a while, the pain overwhelming my senses, and by the time I could see again she was gone from between the nets and back over at the table getting another paddle.
More paddling continued, again with the style of about a dozen hard swats, then switching to another paddle. I started getting into the sensation quite a lot more, processing the pain better, though nothing like I can when it's a steady rhythm. Sadists really seem to prefer this way. Maybe it's because they can hit harder? She certainly did strike pretty hard, and definitely not in any predictable way. Many times I'd find myself cringing slightly, involuntarily, incorrectly anticipating when she'd swat again.
I try not to top from the bottom, but I did ask for a couple things during some of the breaks when she came in front of the net to check in with me. Pretty early on, I'd asked if she'd touch or hold me a bit while hitting. It makes a big difference feeling some touch, even just a little, to connect personally. But even with her hand on me at times, that clearly wasn't what this scene was about. Her energy was about inflicting pain, not connecting on a personal level, not about touching and feeling, but about raw sadistic play.
Later I asked if she'd secure my wrists far apart and higher up. They'd been attached close to me shoulders. It seems amazing I hadn't been struggling much. Leaning deep into the net helps, I suppose. Anyway, this scene really was about pain and I worried I might start struggling. She was very willing to reposition me, but expressed doubt my arms would reach so far. The clips I'd brought turned out to be difficult getting off those ropes, but she managed after some fiddling. I stood up on my toes and reached my arm as far as I possibly could. I didn't care if it was too far, I so very much wanted to be bound tight, arms spread wide. Turns out the net has quite a bit of give and it worked out pretty well even when I wasn't standing on my toes.
She resumed paddling. At first she'd used her paddles, then cycled though the ones I'd packed. Of course, most of Ar's paddles are pretty nasty too. Guess I'm a big pain slut! I worried when she picked up the rubber ones, knowing she was going to hit me hard. Indeed she did, and yes it was painful and I screamed, though the effect was similar to her paddles.
A few times she instructed me to count. Actually, rather forcefully demanded I count. She must have really been getting into a strong dominant headspace while topping. She hadn't been particularly commanding before playing, and wasn't while checking in, so this was a pleasant surprise... even though I'm so bad at counting when people paddle me. But I did count. Sometimes I'd quickly yell out the number right as the paddle landed, having prepared myself to say it. Other times, I'd been reeling from the pain and unable to say the number for, well, probably only a second or two, but trying to obey and not being able to talk yet before the pain subsides it seems like forever.
Each time she'd stop at 10. I wondered why 10? There were maybe 3 or 4 sets of 10, and of course lots of other bouts of paddling without counting, though none really long continuous sessions. Each was always just a dozen or so before she'd go back to the table to switch to a different toy. As time went on I had started getting into the scene quite a lot more, processing the pain, getting used to her sadistic style. A couple times I thought about asking "Why 10? Why not 100?" That probably really would have been bratty topping from below? I didn't. Now I'm really wondering what would have happened if I did, kinda, sorta, maybe a little bit wishing I would have ;-)
I have absolutely no perception of time when playing intensely like that. This scene didn't seem extremely long, but maybe we did play for quite a long time. The night seemed to be over so quickly, and now I'm noticing I've written a lot about this one scene, and yet there's still many things I haven't mentioned yet.
She did another session nipple torture, using different clamps, but they seemed to hurt about the same. Actually, the first clamps were about equal pain but I remember on the second session my left nipple seemed to hurt more than my right. These were after she'd retied my arms wide apart, and I worried a lot less I'd bump them on the ropes if I moved. They burned. A couple times she use something soft, maybe rabbit fur, to rub my ass. Maybe it was supposed to be soothing, but all I could think about were those clips burning my nipples. After quite some time, they came off, and again, oh my god it hurt. Much more paddling occurred all the while.
Towards the end, she used what I believe are called vampire gloves. They looked like leather with lots of tiny little sharp spikes. She rubbed them all over my butt, which was very sensitive from all the spanking. She also ran them across my poor little nipples, which weren't hurting anymore by that time, but they sure were sensitive. This was the one part of the scene were we were close, touching, sharing some personal connection. And oh they feel intense. Especially so on sensitive skin, but even elsewhere, I was constantly in anticipation on the touch, the prickly feeling. It's intense, though the psychological effect is probably a big part of it.
When the scene was over, she unhooked my cuffs... a process that wasn't easy due to those clips not opening so wide. She helped me down and on to the floor and spent maybe a moment with me. Someone else was waiting to use the space, so she went over to the table to clear off all our stuff. My head was still spinning and I found myself wishing she'd stayed with me. By the time she returned, I was quite a bit clearer and able to stand up. We talked briefly, but not long.
Saturday Party - Lady B - Drumming
Sometime the time seemed to fly by Saturday. Maybe that scene with Mistress Boots went for longer than I thought. Maybe I just spent quite a bit of time wandering around the dungeon, watching friends play?
I did run into Kay. She had played with Arecee, where Ar beat her with the new rubber shambock. I said "She broke in our new toy on you first, you bitch!" Funny moment, and talked with her today and she reminded me to mention it in this post. Anyway, after a moment she mentioned she was actually negotiating a scene with the other couple people who where standing there. I apologized and quickly made an exit, not wanting to disrupt their upcoming scene.
It was getting late, about midnight. Met up with Ar again and she was about to start that strapon fucking scene she'd planned earlier. I asked around and it turned out the party was scheduled to shut down at 1am. On Friday that was the perfect time, as things were really winding down around 12:30. This night, there were still a lot of people playing at midnight and beyond. I know they opened the party early this year and it ran a lot longer total time, but still, it very well could have gone very nicely until 2 on Saturday. Oh well.
I couldn't imagine how I'd only managed to play once and the end of the party was in sight. I met up with Lady B, who'd just finished a scene and was planning to leave soon. But she said she had time for one more scene, if I was interested. Well, of course. I would have even been willing to continue the tickling from last night, hopefully with more bondage :-)
She suggested drumming, which is actually the play we've been talking about doing for so long. She can play pretty intense sometimes, so I was a little apprehensive, but it was getting late on Saturday and this would be my last scene for the weekend, so "what the hell" I thought, let's do this. Her submissive and I stalked a table that was becoming available while she made a quick trip to the bathroom.
She returned and we started. At first it was rapid by very light tapping. Would have been great warmup earlier in the evening. I looked up a couple times and she was really having a lot of fun, which made it better.
At first she had actual drum sticks. Then she switched to many different toys, most of which I never actually say. One of them was actually painful, biting my skin with each tap. She giggled when she started using it, making me flinch at the new, unexpected sensation.
She checked in after a little while, asking how I was liking it. I said hitting harder would be good. She continued, harder, but really, after that intense paddling earlier, a LOT harder would have been good. She did go back to that one nastier toy. At first I though it might be a large comb. It turned out to be some sort of kitchen thing, like a plastic bread cutting tool? It had sharp pointy teeth, though there were no marks on my skin afterward (or if there were, they faded very quickly).
We didn't play very long. Maybe it was 20 minutes? She was tired and intended to head home early, though this scene definitely went past midnight. We talked a little afterward and I expressed an interest in going a lot harder next time. She's sensitive to my screaming, and I certainly to scream, yelp and sometimes even shriek for painful play. We talked about trying a gag. She's skeptical it'll quiet me enough. We do have that red inflatable one that really makes me quiet. Definitely going to bring that for the next time we play!
After playing with Lady B, I got to watch Arecee doing strapon fucking. Very interesting. I can't ever see how she moves when she's pounding me. I guess I've always imagined she actually moves back and forth more. Certainly she was moving, it was just fascinating to see since been on the receiving end so much but never actually seen her do it, until now.
The party was breaking down. This time a lot more people were still playing until the end. The volunteers looked tired and overworked, as last night. They had a very strong "going to shut down and get out by 1am no matter what" energy. They started turning the music down and shutting off lights about 10 minutes to 1am, which cause most of the scenes to end. This time, more people were around, including my love Arecee. We were socializing and talking about how it didn't seem so late. We planned to go get some breakfast somewhere. A couple more friends came over and they were thinking of going to get drinks. So we changed to drinks and hoped they'd be food... which turned out to be only snack mix at the hotel's bar / night club. So we sat around and had a couple drinks, talking. They had a last call some time before 2, and around 2:30 they finally threw us out, and even though going somewhere off site might have been nice, only having to walk back to the elevator and to the room seemed really nice.
Sunday Morning
We slept in Sunday morning, but still had some time to linger in bed before that first workshop. Ar inspected my skin. My back wasn't as sore, and the redness had faded to a large, lightly colored bruise. Ar's single tail lines were still slightly visible as well, and the bruise I'm pretty sure was a gift from Rachel.
Arecee wanted to go to the take downs workshop that morning. Hotel checkout time was noon, not long after that first workshop (from 10 to 11:30am). So I was to stay and get our stuff packed up and hauled down to her car while she went to the workshop.
There's a fine line, where pretty much the exact same task or chore goes from being simply helpful or volunteer effort to that erotic feeling of submissive servitude. We really don't have much of the Mistress / slave dynamic in our day-to-day relationship, though we certainly do have those powerfully moving moments from time to time. Anyway, running the errands Saturday and taking care of things Sunday morning was just over that fine line, just a little way into that realm of submissive servitude. Just enough I got this really warm, contently happy feeling taking care of these otherwise pretty mundane affairs. Maybe it was so Ar could go have a care-free time learning and enjoying the workshops? Maybe it was all the buildup and play all weekend, or just being around kinky friends all the time? Just a light touch of the submissive/slave feeling, something I don't get very much or very often, and it was really a very nice uplifting experience that morning...
I got finished moving the stuff and down to the vendor area just about the time the first workshop was getting out (took time to shower, and we brought a lot of stuff which came in easily Friday with the use of a cart, all of which were unavailable Sunday before checkout time).
A couple friends we'd spent time with last night at the bar were there, and one had just purchased a nice, small but heavy wooden paddle. Being a big flirt (or slut), I asked if it'd been tested? You know, you just can't be too careful about these things! So each of them gave it a little test run, paddling me with I held on to the other for support. *hehe*
Sunday Afternoon
The last 2 workshop were about to start. I hadn't attended even a single workshop all weekend. I was really very ok with that. None of the topics were particularly exciting... well, except maybe the kidnapping one, but in my fantasy of being abducted, I wouldn't have any knowledge or advanced warning it was negotiated or going to happen. So really the very best thing happened, Arecee went and enjoyed it and felt like there was a lot of good and useful information. For me, ignorance is bliss!!
So, the flogging workshop. Yep, you guessed it... why not spend the last few hours of Kinkfest getting flogged. It was also the only really hands-on workshop all weekend (where everyone actually practices doing the activity), as far as I know. Of course, they still call them all workshops, though terms like "presentation", "demonstration", "group discussion" or "lecture" would be more accurate for most.
Turns out, the first hour or so was lecture. Pretty good, though it went a little long. Then they got on to the practice. Arecee went to flog me. I hadn't imagined she'd go, since she's really quite accomplished at flogging, but she wasn't terribly interested in the other topics and wanted to get a little more play time in with me.
We did indeed to the flogging throws, and Ar found that one of them really worked for her to throw our heavier floggers without getting as tired. So good learning. At least good learning when we weren't getting distracted and messing around.
Even during the lecture, I'd gotten up to go to the bathroom, and when I returned I came back to an open seat behind her, rather than at her side, and leaned forward and put my arms around her. I'm sure some people were thinking "get a room", but they didn't say it, at least then, but definitely later on.
Honestly, they were seriously under-prepared for the number of people in the workshop. Such is the difficulty of doing a hands-on workshop. Perhaps the Kinkfest planners hadn't advised them of how many people to expect. They clearly had done this workshop many times and in the past they said they'd used more helpers to do the one-on-one instruction while practicing the throws. So there were long periods of time to practice each throw. Lots of time for distraction.
Maybe it started with me making a snarky comment and Ar coming up to do something like tweak my nipples for it? Anyway, soon standing around bored turned into making out, lots of kissing and fondling. Someone did advise us to get a room... and if we hadn't just checked out we probably would have gone right back up there!
That workshop was actually 3 hours in two sections, the first continuing on into the second. It was almost 4 pm and they were only finishing the practice session on the second throw (they'd originally intended as many as 8 or 9). Our attention spans were shot and we were tired from such a long, action-packed weekend.
We headed back to the vendor area to socialize and make dinner plans. Ar invited a few people over for dinner at our place, and she took off a little early to pick up Chinese takeout and drinks on the way home. I stayed a little longer (we'd driven both cars), visiting with friends.
Kinkfest began with for me with the Purple Goddess demoing that rubber shambock we purchased from her and Gerd. Kinkfest ended with a little playful flirting. My back was bruised and recently made more sensitive from that last flogging workshop. She graciously helped to determine exactly where I was and wasn't sore, poking hard with her fingers, grabbing skin and twisting a bit while holding me. Oh such fun note to end upon.
I headed out, confident Ar had plenty of time. By the time I got home, Sariel and Hotpockets and his lovely partner (who needs a scene name I can write on this journal) where already there. Soon pdxropedom came by and joined us.
We lounged around and enjoyed just having dinner and drinks and being mellow, talking about the many fun things that gone on all weekend. Really great decompressing with good few friends.
And whew, what a long post this turned out to be. Two days writing! If you read this whole long thing, wow, leave a comment to let me know.