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Sunday night was myth. the ening started out rocky. I missed getting into NYC when I wanted to. I went to the pre-myth munch but didn’t meet as many people as I had hoped to. Then we headed over to a friend’s to get ready. Alas there was a typo in the address and instead of walking 2 blocks, we walked 25 blocks. (there and back again, as I was apparently parked across the street form her place). We quickly got ready and rushed out the door. We got to Myth and there was a line and it took a while to get in. Argh. So the day of Sunday really frustrated me and made me feel bummed, but I did NOT want it messing with my night.
The party kinda totally rocked. I was in awe at the fact that everywhere I looked there were people who would interest me, and scenes that were hot to me. I bumped into a few people early on that I talked with for a while. My friend Tiger from back in the firespinning days was there and we talked a bunch. The ginger was with me as my buddy and I kept teasing him through the silk skirt I got him to wear. I orchestrated a suspension for Tiger with MrBlue. While watching them, in the background I kept watching another hot scene with seram wrap and strapons and other stuff. Between that, all the folks around me, and constantly teasing the ginger, I was going nuts, so off to the bathroom we went. I moved the garbage can away from the corner and we made out and fucked. Then He pushed his hand inside of me and got me so close to orgasm it was infuriating. There were other folks all around us walking past to use the bathrooms or sinks, or to find another nook or surface to play on. There was something kinda hot about moving a garbage can so you can fuck up against a wall in a nightclub bathroom in NYC. I mean really… I think the “dirty” factor makes it twisted and hot to me.
We finished up and headed out to wander around the party and see what was happening. I ran into Shair. I had talked with him perviously about playing at the party. i knew he wanted to play but he felt scared/intimidated by the thought of playing in public. We ran back to the bathroom and his Mythbuddy, Am, came too. We pulled an ottoman into the bathroom, I took off my underwear and put them down on the edge between my rear and the ottoman and leaned back. Shair put on a glove and lubed up and pushed his hand inside of me. Am was staying back because they didn’t know me, but I invited them closer and said they didn’t have to feel like a stranger. They did come closer and held a leg which became some petting as well. Next to us was another scene with about 4 people, the center person was hooded and having their thighs beaten between being forced to orgasm. The harley/ivy duo came in and cheered us on for a bit and then ran off again. We eventually broke up partly to see a nazi interrogation scene, and also because I didn’t want to be too sore for work the next morning.
As I was sitting waiting to voyeur the interrogation scene, Eisko came over and asked if they could hurt me, and I said “of course” and so they sat on me and tied my hands back and hurt me a bit. There were some unfortunate limitations because I had to be able to teach a breast and pelvic exam in about 8 hours. All of my backside was ok though so eventually they had me get up and lay across the bar and started sawing me. Yes, I saw SAWING. They had a cross cut saw and they dragged the blade edge against my body… It felt like constantly being scratched in the same place. It became super intense feeling. At first I thought, “well they don’t want to have to deal with open wounds in a place like this, so really, what harm could it do?” But it did manage to hurt a bunch and fuck with my brain a little. (The shower a few hours later HURT SO BAD, and I still have scratches)The last thing they did was grabbed my hair and held my face still firmly against the counter top, and then they ran the saw against the back of my neck. My brain flashed upon the videos I’ve seen of people being beheaded. I couldn’t tell if I was horrified, excited, or turned on. I do know my logic was feeling a bit warp-y though.
I managed to make out with a few people throughout the night and make some friends. It was fantastic. Then I poked my friend Aid and asked if they were still interested as I said we would play, but it was getting late. They were still interested. So they beat the outer parts of my thighs, and my shoulder blades and it hurt. I’ve hit people, I know mean spots… These were mean spots. Considering the limitations I put out though and the time contraint, quick and dirty in shitty spots was the ticket. It was awesome and I look forward to playing with them again when we have more time and more body parts available.
Annnddd then we went home, and I stayed up all night and went to work the next morning and finally went to bed around 4pm the next day next to the gingerboy.
It was lovely.
Before DO SummerCamp a date was set up which involved providing references, time blocks, hard limits, and a paragraph about why I’d be interested in playing with this particular person. It all seemed exhaustive and annoying considering I’m not the kind of person who schedules dates even with people I *really* want. My style is much more off the cuff. For some reason I went along with it and gave my information as best I could.
Oh wow am I thankful for that.
With exceedingly minimal conversation between me and my play date we met up friday night and talked briefly about limits and what kind of play might happen. I was given the option of being beaten or being tied up and beaten. I chose tied up and beaten as I rarely get much ropey time. I stripped down into my undies and they tied me up into a sideways suspension. My head was tied up and supported by a pair of nylon tights which also killed some of my vision. (Both good and bad, good because I could zone out, bad because I couldn’t see the face of my play partner) I was gently rotated and beaten all over. Punched, caned, grabbed, suffocated… Any part of me that was exposed was hit. It was wonderful. For some reason when I process pain, I laugh. So I was giggling hysterically, which I think threw my partner through a loop. At first they couldn’t tell if I was crying or laughing and they had to ask.
At some points they put their hand over my mouth and nose blocking my breathing. I think a bit of this was brought on by the fact that we had both been in an edge play class that did a lot of breath play. I’d try to calm myself as best as possible, but eventually you need to breathe. My body would take over and my diaphragm would convulse, and eventually I’d get desperate enough to squirm. No one has ever pushed my breathing that far. Most people let up way early. It was exciting. I also got pretty floaty. I’m not a sub-space person but I do get adrenaline and a long building up session of pain will give me a stable floaty feeling. I got to ride that out until after midnight snack when I crashed.
Coming down was an interesting pain. When the ropes went slack and my body picked up weight. It reminded me of coming down after a hook suspension. Oddly painful to come back to earth. I knew my play partner was not form a group that was big on aftercare, and I’m honestly not used to aftercare myself so that worked for me. I did offer assistance with anything and asked if they needed anything. They said they’d just like company as they cleaned up and I was happy to oblige. It was nice to have some conversation after.
I’ve got some fantastic bruises now and a pretty decent crush.
dirty talk thought process tmi: bdsm dirty talk rope suspension
Quick rundown of the awesome…
Friday- Got to watch the beginnings of a REALLY FUCKING HOT scene in which Jim polished ClaireAdams’s boots, while next to them her partner DamienPierce tied up and beat on MissCalico. om nom nom. Something about those 4 together was scintillating.
Then I went over and tried to put my hand in the lovely Becci, which dind’t happen, but the attempt was fun. I gave her lots of orgasms. Then Aiden stuck his hand in me and gave me warm tinglies when he commented that he liked the whimpers I made and the flush i got.Then I got to beat up and flog Becci’s bum for a bit. That was fun. She’s cute when she runs away.
Saturday- Had a scene with Parker that involved a rope partial, an ass hook, the slight realization I could be into leather as I ran my hand down the back of his leather vest, some kissing and some punching. Then the winch set free and while it was momentarily exciting trying to land and maintain balance, it was a bummer that it ended the scene so awkwardly. Afterward we parted ways really oddly and it made me sad.
Then out in the courtyard I helped rig up MsSamber for a suspension/fisting. It was weird because i was in a fucked up headspace which made me frustrated easily, but finally she was up in a position that was comfortable enough to support the rest of the activities that was intended. I probably shouldn’t have been playing with rope like that but i was only assisting, not taking charge. Between that and getting to beat the everliving pulp out of Tiff’s ass I got over my funk. Tiff has such a cute butt and apparently she appreciates that I have a heavy hand. I blame being a hand drummer; I’m used to slapping metal, plastic, and skin.
Sunday- While in the dynamic suspension class with Cherries Jubalie and Monekyfetish as the demo-dom. Someone asked about doing a dynamic suspension with someone who isn’t quite as in shape as Cherries, and so I managed to get myself volunteered. A gunslinger, and some ankle points later, I’m up playing around in a suspension. It was so much fun. I haven’t been suspended since before my injury. It was fantastic even if it was just a show and tell class kind of thing.
Then that evening I worked my volunteer hours at Cloud 9. I felt surprisingly comfortable giving massages. It fits well into my desire to please and bring pleasure to others. Just laying my hands on their skin and feeling them and feeling what could make them release and relax… I wish I could figure out minds as well as I can figure out bodies. I think I want to learn more about giving good massages.
hung out near the wrestling mats for just a second too long after cloud 9 and I managed to take a wildly swinging heel to the shin, which turned into a GIANT painful welt in minutes. It SUCKED. I do not like unsexy-bruises. After that I met up with Doug and we played a bit in the cloud 9 room. It was mostly just sensation. A knife, his hands, a flogger and a Hitachi. The Hitachi never made it to my genitals. It did make it to my jaw, my temple, my sternum, and pressed against a hand that had a finger up my nose. I have to say it was easily one of the strangest scenes ever but it felt really comfortable. He also cut my shirt off. NOM.
Later on that night, at about 4 in the morning, I wound up lamenting my lack of sexy bruises a little too close to the hearing of a sadist. So I was whipped a little then punched and taken down. It was excelent. The grass was fucking itchy though. He managed not to leave and visible bruises aside form the marks where he wrapped the whip around my throat, which I thought was hot, but makes it tough to be around my mom. Turtlenecks are not an option in 100 degree weather. The rest of my body felt bruised as shit but there wasn’t any discoloration form his punches. While I like bruises it definitely made going home easier.
Yanno, I thought I didn’t do much at TESFest but after typing this and thinking of whether or not to add all the little things I did as well, I realized, Holy fuck, i did a lot. It dind’t feel like it because there was empty spots and dirty longings, but in the end I got to touch a LOT of people. Yay!
The event was good. It was like a large extended version of my normal local friends. I missed seeing all the Philly people. I only went to four classes, Dov’s Hogties class and his Escape artists class, as well as Mollena’s Bitchin’ Bottoms class, and Brittish Lucky Paul’s Electro play class. Dov’s classes made me rethink some things about the way I tie. Mo’s class made me feel better about just being who the fuck I am, which is why I finally wrote an “about” on fetlife. BrittishLuckyPaul’s class was just for funsies becasue I’ve taken a few electro classes before, but ti’s always fun to watch cute girls (IE MissCalico) get tortured. (I’m a sadist…) I also got to feel a rather low voltage taser, which wasn’t that bad.
I spent my first night just sitting at the security desk. It was a LOT of fun. I had a lot of people stopping and talking to me, saying hi to me, giving me hugs. I heckled people, I made new friends. It was really exciting when people I didn’t know would be like, “Oh you’re ammre! I’ve heard about you, your photos on fet are awesome” and that would totally make me feel awkward for a second but also feel really good. I spent a lot of time hanging out with my friend Adam who I kinda felt a slight sexual tension with. Others came over, this guy Brian hung around for a few hours and in my head I labeled him “tall dark and curly”. He was quite nice to look at/listen to/think dirty thoughts about. Apparently, he has been following my twitter for nearly a year now, I had no clue. This other kid Kevin stopped by. I started a running joke that he was 12. He was 20, but looked super young and was kinda talkative and slightly annoying like a little kid. He took my heckling like a champ though so I give him props. The next day he said he turned 13, and since that’s an age he’d apparently accept, He’s now 13. As Adam said, which is worse, a 20 minute painful scene or 8 hours of annoyance and humiliation. If someone can take 8 hours of my annoyance and humiliation they are a champ. So Adam is a champ.
The Next night was fantastic. i got to smack a cute girl around a bit while she was tied up thanks to Blondie. I also got to set up and middle for a violet wand scene with MinaMeow as a top. When she had the contact pad we had a small learning curve with how it could hurt us TOO. More like I leaned back against the chair while holding the wand and the metal rim of the chair zapped me because the ballchain that went to the contact pad was touching the chair. The later mina was dancing around with metallic pompoms and the ballchain was swinging into my shin. It was.. interesting. I had lots of good conversations that night and it was great.
Then I went home at about 3:30am, accidentally woke the dogs, Emily jumped off the bed using mom’s shin as a launching point and tore it open about an inch and a half. I had to clean up the blood puddles she was leaving behind, clean her shin up, bandage it, get her to the hospital and get her taken care of. The adrenaline was pumping hard in me so I wasn’t emotionally reaching or feeling any body pain, but once that dropped, oh god i felt like hammered shit.
I slept till 2 the next day, I went to the event late, and I was pretty useless. I got to have a lovely diner with blondie, aries, shelby, mystic, starfire and a few others though. I just felt so emotionally and physically drained form the night before and everything fucking hurt. I felt like I wanted to cry the whole day because I was strung so tight. I also was jonesing for play, to bottom to someone, but it didn’t happen, partially because I didn’t allow it considering the state my body was in, with a still open surgical wound. so it didn’t end on the best note.
Overall it was kinda small, but it’s tough to take something that was a multi-day event for LOCALS and turn it into a hotel event. Hotel events are normally for the benefit of people traveling from afar. I do give props to the organizers, for as small as it was, it was pretty well done and they worked their asses off. It was a really nice way for m to get back into the scene, and it was a nice way to start off the new year.
dirty talk thought process tmi: bdsm dirty talk getting off rope
I saw the sex addict again. He instructed me to bring my rope, wear dark makeup around my eyes, and to wear a lot of perfume. Something about instructions like that are kinda hot. I commented, “what? you want me to smell like a french whore?” Some part of wishes I could role play that up a bit. He speaks french. It would have been hot if he had called me dirty names in french.
I made sure to prep… I bought an enema bottle (it’s quite the cute blue bulb thing…) showered, and cleaned everything. Then I slathered myself in my honeysuckle body lotion and got myself off once or twice. I did my make up, tossed on my linen black sundress and headed on over.
When i got there, I added a few last sprays of my honeysuckle perfume, grabbed my rope bag and headed on in. He greeted me at the door with no shirt, low slung acid wash ripped jeans and bare feet. His californian really shone through with the bit of hip bone pelvic area showing and the flipped over hair and the laid back style in his really well designed dark stain furniture apartment. I’m a visceral person, these tiny things excited me. Yes, good interior design makes me have dirty thoughts as well as a well executed style.
We entered and I put my stuff to the side and sat on the couch with him and the Matrix was on. He asked me if I brought my rope and I said yes, got out a few hanks and laid them out on the coffee table.
we started making out, he told me to get undressed. He pushed the coffee table back and made me get on my knees. He pulled his cock out and pushed my mouth down on it. He pulled my head up and wiped his hand across my face and eyes trying to smear my makeup. When that didn’t work, he grabbed a chunk of rope and told me to unwind it. I did and he took it and wrapped it around my hands. He doesn’t have the mastery but he makes up for it in many, many, many tight loops. Once my hands were tied he brought me into his spare room.
He connected my hands to the base of the iron coffee table and straddled my face and shoved his cock down my throat. I struggled to turn my head in the right way so that he wouldn’t hit my teeth as he face fucked me. He groped my body and smacked parts of me.
He pulled a condom on and fucked me shallowly, just enough to drive me wild. He left the head in and I squeezed and pushed massaging the head of his cock. He licked his fingers and attempted to use the saliva to smear my makeup around my face. After a bit of that teasing he pulled out, yanked off the condom and pushed himself back into my mouth.
He took another hank of my rope and wrapped it around my head/mouth so I couldn’t make too much noise he started shoving his hand into my pussy. He was fairly persistent and didn’t bother working it in so much as just pushing and pausing. There was no extra lubricant or stimulation. I was proud that I was capable of pushing out and relaxing enough to accept his hand. It did hurt though, but not as much as the first time.
He fist fucked me for a bit then. He enjoys hurting me from the inside and pulling out and pushing back in quickly. He didn’t do this for too long because every time he got too aggressive on my cervix I’d squeeze my legs shut. So he pulled out and went off to wash his hands with just a “stay there”.
When he came back his hands were wet and he flicked the cold water over my body, then tried wiping,smearing my eye makeup more with the water. He pulled the rope gag down from my mouth to my neck and let my arms go from the table. My wrists were still tied together. He sat back against the wall and had me roll over onto my hands and knees and suck him. He wrapped his hands into my hair, and grabbed a hold of the coil of rope around my neck and used that to steer my face into his groin. He grabbed his belt at his side and used it to smack my back and ass.
He pulled my face up with the coil around my neck, then realized that there was an end dangling from it. He grabbed the end and wrapped it around his hand and tugged a little, realizing he effectively had a leash. He got up and pulled me after him a little bit, then pulled me down the hallway and into his bedroom. It was difficult because my hands were tied together, so it was knee knee, hands, knee knee hands… I tried to hobble/crawl as fast and as gracefully as possible.
He pushed me over onto my back on the floor and grabbed some water. I warned him that hemp bloats on water, so he made sure the coils around my neck were loose before wiping water all over my face and then dumping it on my head. He was trying to smear my makeup again and decided I looked hot wet and bedraggled.
He grabbed the rope around my neck again and made me sit up on my knees and he sat on the edge of the bed and told me to suck it. I like the variation between being forced to do it, and being told to, so that I can comply. I can be the used toy AND the dirty whore. i got him right to the edge and he pulled me off him, and came on my chest.
he gave me baby wipes to clean up and I wiped myself off. Then he untied my wrists and I put away all my rope. We chatted for a bit, he’s much more talkative after he’s had an orgasm.
I left and headed home… He never did get my makeup to smear.
dirty talk HNT: bdsm body image getting off orgy photos rope
Speaking of topping… I enjoy the artistic fun service side of tying someone up. Here’s some photos of the suspensions I’ve done…
And I suspended my friend peek the other night, I don’t have pictures from the first position she was in, but then I lifted her and untied her chest and legs and popped her into the same inverted position, which I DO have a photo of.