Rested and Horny

Now that my week from hell has ended, and I've gotten more than 8 hours of sleep in a 24 hour period instead of every other 24, I can think straight, plan ahead and write more. I was pleased to meet a Sex Worker and writer and looking forward to creating an anthology of kink stories with other women writers.

Writing is my drug of choice. Telling my stories, is a proof of life. Our lives, not Ozzie and Harriet, not the Bundy's and surely not the Huxtables, but our kinky, sweat filled, funky and hopefully cum filled lives. Our bodies are capable of great repeated pleasure, and we can do it for ourselves without another person, drug, or expensive date. Though masturbating alone usually never fails, sex is even more fun with other people. Same sex or opposite, one more or ten, animals, or machinery, the range of sexual pleasure is ours by just imagining.

For those of us growing up in religious homes, where our hands were slapped for playing with ourselves, or for looking at any nudity or porn, or kept at home from dances, theaters or evening drives to look out mountain our growth as humans has been stunted. While we earnestly tried to focus our minds on our religious icons, it meant we denied our bodies their natural path and growth. And when we challenged the belief system and shelved it we began to explore what we'd been missing. I still feel sorry for those friends and family members who still fight that daily battle of flesh and will power. It's like beating yourself up for growing tall. And for those that are still in the closet with their sexual identity I feel nothing but sorrow for them and their situation. Even in the kink lifestyle until we are taken off the mental illness list we are vulnerable to divorce, loss of children, churches or job loss. I fall in that latter category, fear of job loss. Which makes me awfully horny. It's the risk of being caught of course that is the turn on and this blog is part of that risk taking. It's wet making every time I write.

As a writer, having a unique voice is a signature of a memorable writing like the art of story telling. Today I rarely see Americans gathering around story tellers, the remnant of that art is live comedy. I love to laugh, but I love to cum even more. I love to eat great food, but I love being eaten into a shuttering orgasm. I love sharing a meal with friends, but I like organizing group sex or BDSM scenes even more. I like filling my daily life with sexual images, masturbating every chance I get and dreaming about more sexual opportunities.

Femcar an amazing woman, taught me that our life path are to discover ourselves mind, body and soul. I view and analyze the world with my head first, followed by cunt (gut) then heart, she starts with her cunt, heart and then head. But what she does through her cunt, is work that is transformative for anyone who witnesses it. I'm still wrapping my 'head' around it, so I still working on processing the interview I had with her.

So Gentle Kinkster, masturbate, enjoy it, be thankful and then share it with someone. The world needs the positive energy that an orgasm gives off!

Wishing you Magic and Miracles.

Wondering Out-loud

Dear Gentle Kinkster:

Isn't it a bitch when vanilla life gets in the way of this wonderful fantasy life we call kink?  You know like job terminations, divorce, failing friendships, all that stuff that makes it hard to focus on proper flogging techniques, Gor kneeling positions and Master/slave role playing games.  

And since there is a recession going on the economic pressures are even putting many of the adult industry out of business.  And what happens when you can no longer sell your sex for money? What do we do then?  

I recall a comment my Aunt said to me once, "It will be just like the old days when you went home and died."  Morbid yes, especially for Americans who have had it so well, for so long.  But yesterday when I watched the YouTube video of the Iranian woman bleed out and die in less than one minute, it brought home that life is still a gift and I should take care of it the best I can.  Makes my shit look petty, well no not really, slow death is still death. 

In the last month, I have wondered about and coveted the idea of living my leather life "Out".  A colleague shared her philosophy about her 'Queer' identification though she lives as a heterosexual female.  It made a statement to me about choice, but with that choice came her required freedom to live without the confines of conservative employers.  I've never had that luxury and as a fiscal conservative capitalist, don't expect I ever will.  

I remember reading an article by the Fox news sex columnist who compared being a Pro-Domme to a Call Girl.  There is definitely more money to be made and less  training, work, and/or equipment needed.   The 'Power Exchange' we purport in the bdsm community is only sustainable when there is no money exchange.  It's still a game of he who has the money, has the control.  I like my making my money other ways.  So back in the box of my discontent I go.  I'll look for other ways of liberation and peace though as I go forward. 

Day Two is still making me smile

Dearest Gentle Kinkster:

I realize the weekend is quickly coming upon me and my next multi-Domme, multi-bottom scenes are about to begin, so I better share with you what has transpired from last weekend. 

Saturday morning, I crawled into the Cogito Ergo Thud class with the powerful "T" leading the class.  I took the course last year, and it changed my kinky lifestyle, by giving back to me impact play to my maturing body.  I realized when I found the golden ass that could take all I could give it, it wore me the shit out.   I found this course amazing in giving you the proper way to use your hands, with or without instruments to deliver great impact without hurting myself, after all I'm not the MASOCHIST.  A good karate class could do the same, but you have to modify your thinking and hitting to accommodate the goal of the play, ie. pleasure for both the top and bottom. 

I'm starting to wake up now and head across the lawn full of naked women, sunning, tribbing and fucking and head to the humiliation workshop by Dr. Evil and Femcar.  Now if you read my posts from last year you will recall Femcar's name in the fist-a-thon.  She is a powerful woman for many reasons, but for this posting I'll stick to the subject of the workshop.  

Humiliation play is not the easiest to watch, understand, accept, endure, tolerate, accept or get off on.  And I believe one of the most misunderstood forms of play and mind fucking there is.  

While Femcar talked about the growth of her spirit and the situations and changes in people that arose from her 'display's or performances, she showed pics of these displays running on a slideshow behind her throughout the presentation.  Dr. Evil added the humor, but both reminded the audience, that the horror, (yeah horror, her scenes are that strong) of a particular scene usually reflected an issue within us.   Their scenes became a mirror to our own issues. Shit it was deep.  And I won't do it justice in this piece, so I'll dig deeper in my interview with Femcar. 

Energy Play was over my head.  But it looked at the way we move our own energy with each other in play.  Most of us are trying to get back that first high from play, or the orgasm, the sub space, the top space, the power exchange etc.  It's that memory we keep chasing.  Well our workshop leader, said STOP IT.  Instead - Be - Do - Have, then repeat.  Got it grasshopper?  Me neither. 

Now all day long there is was this note on the bulletin board:

I love genital torture and looking for a play partner!  

She signed her name and I went hunting for the rest of the day looking for the lovely lady from Vancouver.  When I found her 4 hours later she was dressed in corset, garters and stockings and I was mesmerized.  I forgot some of my negotiation coolness but was careful not to drool onto her though, I hope.   I made haste in finding a room to play in with good light and got a couple of volunteers to move in a massage table for her comfort.   One of the less bloody pics are on my fetlife page.  She moaned so beautifully and more intense the smacks with my cane, and thank you Lady Badger for your smaller intimate canes, I so enjoyed dancing in her bizness, and never once pricked myself!   She looked like a cherry cobbler when I was done.  A delightful treat I can't wait to see her again next year!

Queen Cougar joined us this year from San Francisco.  I met Cougar ten years ago at Thunder in the Mountains.   She is a Yoruba priestess and a wonderful energy giver.  She convinced me it was time for my feathers.  She had picked them herself and attached to the assortment of needles in her case.  I don't know if my big balls were talking, but I decided it was time to lead and step up for a feathering.  Mistress Neeko and Lexx joined the sisterhood of feathers and we pretty enough to pluck.  Fetlifers can find a pick on my page. I enjoyed the first set of needles that caused the endorphins to surge forward.  I don't remember much about the other needles and I was soaring by the time she was finished.  I can see the addiction to them and glad I was in the hands of a spiritual piercer.  

As evening settled in, it was time for the nights entertainment.  T and Lamalani serenaded us with their duet and then a saucy Domme brought in the caning of T that really added the impact to her performance.  Burlesque made a debut with 'Honeysuckle Hype' from Seattle entertaining the crowd with a show stopping finish.  After a quick suggestion three honey lovers came and licked her clean.   Seriously they were there for some time.  

The evening moved into play party and this year we had two fist-a-thon competitors and this year's champ, took 85 fists!  Femcar was in it for the orgasms and I waited till the countdown so I could tell her CUM and she did so nicely, clamping down on my fist!  The trophy this year was a silicone hand and arm, signed by all the fister and new red hanky holders.  

The second favorite night time event is setting women on fire and then watching them jump into the pool!  Always beautiful to watch even more fun to shoot and that's the cover pic for the week. 

I want to say a special thank you to Olga, Blu, Kay and all the volunteers who made this weekend the best ever.  This is the fifth year of DESIRE and has easily become the DON"T MISS event.  If you want a PhD in Kink, this is the only place to get it.  Small classes, intimate one on one tutoring, private parties, new friendships, and naked women all day and night, what more could  you want?  And it never got over 93 degrees in Palm Springs, that was a miracle!

I am completing my registration for next year now!  And next FEMCAR Interview.  But before that, I should mention that I have planned a scene with 9 Dommes and 2 bimale subs.  I've got Excel charts, for scheduling the timing and players and cannot wait to see that one come to fruition.  

Stay tuned gentle kinksters.  

And on the third Day her fist went limp...

Dear Gentle Kinkster:

I'm relishing in the term - Old Nasty, Kinky, Bastard-.  It warms my heart and encompasses the delirious experience of this past weekend and all the debauchery I could squeeze in, till my wrist got tired from fisting, flogging, caning, face slapping, picture taking, kissing, nipple pinching and cutting going on.  The only thing I didn't get enough of was sleep. So over the next few days, I'll take a subject and introduce you dear kinkster to the world of leather women unleashed. 

Day Two was the BOMB!

I have so much to report on:

• 2nd Annual Fistathon - New Winner!
  
• Energy Play Workshop
• Cogito Ergo Thud 
• Humiliation from Bottom to the Top 
• Geniatorture with a lovely Canadian pain slut 
• And my own display of fancy birds!
• And an interview with the amazing Femcar!

However, Shit, damn I'm having too much fun to be still long enough to write, so I promise all the pics I took will remind me.  Sorry pics are for attendees only. 

Stay tuned, gentle kinkster!

Live from DESIRE 2009 - Day One

Dear Kinky Reader:

I asked Mistress Alex, "Did the first night meet your expectations?"  "Wow!  Oh yes,  You know when I first met you and you were talking about this event,  your energy was so on fire and alive, I just had to go.   And it's amazing."

The first day and night of DESIRE, is as would be expected when a 110 Leather Womyn from North America and Europe gather to expand their horizons in the kink lifestyle, Off the Hook!  

We had our first clue that the Leather Gods were smiling upon us when when Mistress Neeko and I were less than 20 miles away from our Palm Springs and the sun was still behind a thick cloud layer.   The thermometer read 66 degrees, and we couldn't believe we would be cold at DESIRE in mid June.  But we saw the sun coming to greet us and when we met it, the temperature rose to a 85.  We still looked at each other in disbelief.  

In the five years that DESIRE has existed it has always meant putting up with the brutal desert heat for the experience of a lifetime.   But great weather and kink that blows your socks off, this was divine.  The temperature never went above 89 and when the sun settled and the evening's entertainment began a chilled breeze blew across the enclosed courtyard and I wondered will it be to cold to stay naked tonight? 

When T began her Kyoto drumming, the energy shifted.  Then Miss Julie sin ropa joined the rhythmic drumming with her fire dance and we all held our breath watching their combined beauty and poetry.  And this year we have captured it all.  Ms. Neeko and I came prepared with video and digital to bring the beauty and wonder of DESIRE to you.  

However, traveling with young Dommes means they can close down the joint which they did at 2:45 this morning and I wanted to get a quick report off to you as I promised I would do each night.  The amazing line up of presenters hail from Germany to Vancouver and at least two dozen spots in between.  After a sufficient round of thank you's to all the volunteers that make this event one of the significant leather events in the country we continued with the evenings entertainment and play party. 

Honeysuckle Rose climbed up the chain link spider stand in a long black sequence dress.  When the music played this was no interpretive modern dance but the familiar beats of burlesque and when she revealed her pasties as the DESIRE 2009 logo, she had the audience howling for more.  But this is DESIRE and I expected more than just a typical striptease, so when the music moved to it's final strands Ms. Rose picked up a whole bottle of honey above her head, leaned her head back open her mouth and poured all of it into her open mouth.  When it filled up it continued to pour down her breasts, smooth belly and thighs, I gasped that sound that only neat freaks make when a large bottle of something has spilled that you couldn't catch in time. 

When the bottle emptied, we were stunned, not knowing what would happen next.  Then our emcee for the evening invited anyone from the audience to come and have a taste of honey. Pairs of feet moved quickly as three young ladies dashed forward for the opportunity, nearly licking her clean up! 

Mistress Midori took the microphone and introduced the Meat Market.  DESIRE first timers or virgins were brought up to introduce themselves and what type of play they were looking for during the weekend.  And then with a flourish they were sent back into the crowd to find partners.  This was the most effective networking session I have ever come across and how I got to play with Anne a lovely top who wanted some bottoming experience with a little impact play.  

Ms. Neeko later entertained Honeysuckle with an artistic Jackson Pollock piece of art work with three colored candles dripped upon her back and legs.  It's almost 4:00 am and in order to not miss another minute of activities, I will close for tomorrow, the Second Annual Fist-a-thon is on!

Three Ring Dungeon

Forgive me gentle reader for my lapse in posting.  Vanilla life is a bitch sometimes and clogs my mind and my time.  But I would be remiss if I did not share with you the particulars of last nights's play.  

I only planned three scenes: my dear favorite 4B, Alex (Buff, Brains, Blond, and Beautiful pictured above) was making his last appearance at the Lair before he moves to the land of enchantment.   Young Hoodman a delightful, heavy player who truly understands the mixture of pain and pleasure.  And finally Painplay joining me for the first time from the Tucson area.

However, what was different this night was my co-Dommes for the evening. Dominista Lyonness who was trained with with us, and is now a fierce and sultry, lifestyle Dominant with her own style of 'Kink in Pink.'  She was sporting a tuxedo corset with silver lame panel's trimmed in hot pink.  The design of this corset has the side panels higher and forces her delicious breasts front and center.  You would be lost in that gaze however her beautiful brown eyes and blond mane of tight curls draw your breathe away. 

Mistress Neeko is a gorgeous, fair sister with deliciously soft, curly tresses. She is the embodiment of what a true hourglass figure should look like, and was ravishing in her all black, delicate lace trimmed corset, brimming over with the triple D cups that made you want to dip your head into that milky way.   She came with the graceful Leather Khaos her love and partner, to share her lifestyle in it's full debauchery mode.  But more about Khaos later. 

And gliding into the evenings play was the delightful Mistress Isis with her signature hooded style and beguiling, doe eyes.  She entrances her submissive's with her beauty all the while striking with her thunderous blows. 

Our first scene began with Alex.  If you have not visited Lair De Sade, take a quick tour and you can see the main room in which we played.  Neeko loves her ropes so my beloved Master James, our scene guard for the evening,  moved the wood suspension frame with spreader bar attached for gripping, to the center of the room for our scene.  The spreader bar suspended below the center beam gave our gentlemen a comfortable place to grip.  Alex was first up.  As this was his official last scene as a Californian, I wanted to make sure I left few white spots on his lovely Cowboy toned, sun-kissed, ivory skin. 

Wrists and ankles tied down into the jumping jack pose, Alex was initially prepared with a tens unit to his inner thighs and the controls in the hands of Dominista Lyonness.  We found our early rhythm alternating between the strike of the tens and the strike of my cotton floggers.   Lyonness moved then to the anal tens unit and continued driving Alex to dance against the ropes.  That's when Neeko joined in again, finding spots to bite down on the well toned shoulders.  Lyonness of course, seeing a feeding frenzy about to start dropped her controls of the tens unit to attack the other open portions of flesh.  Thank goodness for Leather Khaos who prior to last night still officially belonged to the vanilla kamp, but sitting on the side lines crossing and recrossing her legs was ready to jump in and assist.   She's a natural with penetration and took to the anal plug still in Alex's ass like a pro. 

Once my sisters had stopped feeding I was able to pull out my canes and work the remainder of his flesh.  Alex growls like a wolf about to charge into a fight, and that growl has always been a challenge to me to take it higher.  So after a warm up, I took him down to move to lateral play on the padded table. And the next act had arrived, Hoodman was center stage for the next scene. 

Sweet Hoodman, a Dommes dream boy toy knelt naked, with anal plug inserted.  He waited patiently under our watchful eye while my fellow Dark Dommes prepared themselves for the next scene.  Meanwhile, since I was triple booked I asked Leather Khaos to join me in the impact scene stage right with Painplay.  This is when I realized the evening moved into like teaching hospitals, this was now a teaching dungeon.  And since Leather Khaos with her fierce dreds and her radiant smile was ready to play, what a great way to say goodbye to the vanilla world than your first topping scene.   Painplay my senior by a year or two, a gentleman enjoys the intensity and connectedness of impact play.  One of my favorites since the reaction reverberates so nicely back to the giver as well.  His lean, tone body was a lovely contrast on the black, padded saw horse he mounted.  Stroking and assailing his ass with hands, paddles and then leather strap left marks of a night well used.  I so enjoy standing between those legs in mounting position and having his entire back side in front of me for use. It's like a beautiful tableau in which you want and must leave your imprint.  

But I also like looking my subs in the eye, so we moved Painplay to a sitting position where we could address those perky nipples of his.  Goddess knows I love strong nipples and his were ready.  However, my clips were not up to their gripping standards, so I slapped them off and found my favorite strap for intimate up close play.  Standing at attention his penis deserved some slapping around.  I love watching the pre-cum flying about and then I invited Khaos to deliberately and intensely strike observing and watching his body respond, letting his pleasure direct her hands.  A natural Domme was born! Yummy!

Back to center stage my sisters were joined by Mistress Isis who brought her new obedient sub boy to sit and observe.  Three Dommes moving in unison on the hooded, hot, mythical black male sub.  It was poetry in motion, seeing him strain against the ropes, muscles taut and rippling, head thrown back in sweet agony.  The ladies moved from flogger to fan, scratching, spanking, soothing, whispering into his ears, taunting, and making me and the room swoon.  I wanted to sit and just watch but there were subs waiting for more of my attention.

It was now time for Alex's scrotum injections. His barbwire tattooed balls always invite infliction and this was a 60 cc's night.  Only half full though, I wanted to make sure I could deliver more abuse this way.  I pulled out the twisted raw hide switch that leaves the most impressive thin marks where ever it touches.  I usually save the switch for his bloody ball sack so that the stains mark the switch making it a personal momento.  My goal was to completely coat the switch. 

I put on my vampire gloves, kicked off my heels and then moved in and out of all three scenes. Grabbing penises, balls, caned thighs my prickly gloved hand sought out that 'Oh Shit, WTF is happening face.'   

I moved Alex on his back to cover his front with my mark, the fan of welts across his chest and finished with acupuncture needles on his penis. 

While Alex recovered, cleaned and then moved off the padded table,  Neeko strapped on a brother thick dildo and unstrung Hoodman to bend him over said table for an intense penetration session.  That dildo has dove deeply into a few brothers and I'm happy it found a satisfactory home.  However, our young stud had been doing some earlier stretching, so the dildo was loose inside and the last thing a Sister wants is a loose ass!  After a brief consultation I suggested she glove up and dive in with her fist.  She quickly displayed the most beatific smile and similar groans of pleasure from our young man. 

I got a cookie some water and then scrubbed up so I could turn and prepare for the surprise gift of the evening, Mistress Autumn .    She is now now 5 months with child and in need of frequent fisting to keep her cervic ready for an easy deliver.  Her full teets were an added delight that Lyonness and I enjoyed sampling.  She comes so strongly and sucks your arm into her with each reverberating contraction.  I was pulled in  and her contractions moved into my body for a similar, slightly lesser effect. 

And my final act was the anal fisting of Brad from the OC.  A long time member of the Lair, Brad is the blond boy next door, who kept peeping in your windows type.  He was naked before I began with Autumn waiting, stroking anxious to be next.  And I found him on the table, with towel, cleaned out and ready to go after I came up from scrubbing up from my last scene.

I must say he was quite tight, but eager and with a little vibrator coaxing, he opened to my fist. He moved then to all fours and not only my fist went in, but arm behind it.  I was glad I scrubbed up to elbows, with a note to self to look for longer gloves. The anal cavity is a wonderful place of discovery.  Burt Herrman my anal leather Daddy taught me personally the wonder and intimacy of anal discovery, and like Tristan Taormino recalled " I remembered Bert talking about what it feels like when you're all the way up to someone's transverse colon (beyond the rectum and descending colon)."  I was heading up that direction when exhaustion hit me from five hours of playing.  The intense heat to my hand from his anus squeezing down hard on my appendage caused me to be concerned about what that heat was doing to his anus.  Where's Burt when I need him? 

When the evening ended, hugs went all around the room, followed by foot massages for the Dommes courtesy of obedient sub boy and Hoodman.  My beloved husband and I put that scene in the memory books, at least till next weekend when DESIRE starts.  I may bring the laptop with me to the desert so I can produce regularly daily reports!