Pin cushions

Hello Sinners:

Love them or hate them, there is a frightening little rush from playing with this edgy style of kink. I'd watched enough of it over the years and bored with my bag of tricks decided it was time to raise my skill level to include needle play.  

For some reason I've seen more women drawn to this blood letting sport.  I'm guessing we are all use to the free flow of blood so drawing it intentionally out of the body has it's own peculiar enjoyment.   So when a few weeks ago when the Los Angeles Radical and Wicked Women (LARAWW) had their first workshop at the beautiful Academy in downtown LA I made it a point to be there.  The event was a pin cushion's dream, with a stellar lineup of Dommes; Olga, Mistresses Shelly and Shae introducing attendees to the sadistic, artful and beginning elements of play piercings.  

The demo models for the evening were a lovely array of self described pin cushions.  One young lady confessed to sticking herself not for the self mutilating pain release like cutters do, but for the endorphin rush and high she received from this delicate and intense play.   And with each needle I placed into her she became more giddy and flushed.    

Over at Mistress Shelly's station another pin cushion was being adorned with butterflies, feathers and beaded jewelry on suture thread.  My discussion and learning included the use of a craft woman's favorite tool, the glue gun for decorating needles with feathers to create those lovely angel wings I've seen on many Fet Life portfolio pages.   

Shelly's eyes began to gleam when a particularly handsome Top bared her back for a little needle twisting that was getting the room turned on in the most wicked way.  And barely a drop of blood in that scene. Let me try to explain needle twisting - you insert needle in say a northward direction into and out of the skin, but before letting the stick rest you twist the needle 35-45 degrees to the east or west and insert it in and out again.  If I explained it correctly you should be thinking ouucch! 

I left her only because 'Ye olde Violet Wand' was humming away at the medical station under Olga's delightfully diabolical hands.  And yes a lovely fair skin lady with a couple vertical rows of needles was being zapped away, causing her to close her eyes and smile.   Olga was then requested to pierce a mouth with a spinal tap needle, a nose bridge and then boi blue followed with a lovely suture arm bondage.  Visualize a row of needle on each lower arm wrists up.  Then thread the needles like you were lacing your shoes.  Then tie your shoelaces together, so that the arms are bound together.   I'd like to see a brat trying to get out of that one!

I went home and bought my needle play kit that evening, and can't wait to get to the Lair on Saturday to find my own pin cushions to play with.

BDSM Church

My vanilla girlfriend of twenty years visited me this past week.  And after thinking about it for some time, I asked her if she would like to see my other life, the bdsm side?  She thought about it for a moment, all the while I'm driving around in the neighborhood of the dungeon and I add we can pop in and see what it's like and take some of the mystery out of those dark places, I had only mentioned to her once ten years ago.  

She says, "sure I'm up for the darker side" and away we go.  Upon entering we are both warmly greeted by a small group of my friends and after a tour sit around a lovely outside patio fireplace for more chit chat until someone decides to start playing.  I brought no toys, so this was only a show and tell venture.  

About a dozen people come in and say hello and at one point I asked her quietly how she was doing, and her response was, "this seems like church."  I almost fell on the floor laughing and shared that with everyone around.  Reverend Mel of Talking Sex Radio was there to share the pun and added, "well I am a Minister, so I guess so."  

Who would of thunk it? My friends at the dungeon compared to church goers?  So let me think about the similarities. 

We meet to eat and drink before and after service. 

We belong to this dungeon.

We respect each other's play.

We support new members with encouragement and answers to their questions.

We offer Saturday School for learning.

We attend conventions and seminars.

We dress appropriately for meetings there.

We practice privately and publicly.

We all believe we are called to this lifestyle.

We often suffer for those beliefs.

We can be persecuted for our beliefs.

I'll stop now before I begin to believe my own Rhetoric and add friendships are a precious gift worth working for, growing and stretching them and keeping for a lifetime.  It doesn't matter how you've met, it matters what you've done after you've met.  So be thankful for your friends, and tell them!

But our vanilla lives are sometimes bondages we cannot break.  We who live in our own closet must bear our desires often privately, frustrated, berating ourselves for the natural desires within us. 

For those of you out there, in that condition, come out and find friends and brethren of similar beliefs, practices and kinks.  There are safe places, there are people who will protect your privacy and there is acceptance and fun awaiting you.   Start with a simple Munch meeting, which is a kinky people, lunch meeting.  They are everywhere and unless you are a Minister of a name brand religion, you should be able to attend in your own community.  If not that's what conferences are for and they are all over the country. 

And be grateful to be an American, where unlike Muslim kinksters in their countries even pre or extra marital sex, can get you arrested, jailed, hung or stoned to death.  We need to learn from the gay community, when ACT UP was formed, we should not go out quietly.  And when I self identify kink as more than a hobby, but my self identity I will lead the march.