Waves of Gratitude

I have an ocean theme flowing through my brain, like the breezes coming through our southern California condo. My husband and I were privileged to publicly bestow a first piece of earned leather last night. An almost foreign concept these days in the age of 'instant Masterdom'. But a throw back emotionally for us old folks who remember the secret meetings in homes, garages and basements. The private play parties were so needed and worth the fear of loss of family, friends, work and reputation if the discovery of kink was made.  


That time is past and though I fight the use of the word nostalgia, I can't help but remember that community of friends that came together out of necessity. With the advent of the Internet in the mid nineties, we kinksters finally got off the farm only to hide in the world wide web. I miss and wonder about those friends and how they are doing.  


So when bright minds, open spirits and willing explorers came into our lives we were pleasantly surprised to find kindred hearts. But the concept of leather family had not expanded in my own mine beyond the poly relationship definitions for some time. Today, necessity due to financial, emotional, physical or spiritual needs has opened a door of opportunity to create support for each other, that includes a family dynamic that may look like a scene from Mad Max or Waterworld, but is still valid, necessary and essential unit for my own growth as a human.  


My wave of gratitude comes from the joy of pouring my own life's mistakes, experiences and mutual desire for comraderie into willing ears that have become close friends. I am proud of our leather family, I am amazed they keep their heads when others have disassociated themselves mentally or emotionally from their kink. (That separation always feels like a slap in the face and I don't like pain.)  


These days we think and speak more of why we do kink instead of how we do kink. It's been a great opportunity to look at our lives and the choices we made professionally, location and bio family development. I am who I am because of rejection and fear and grace to overcome and thrive. I don't run from the rejection any longer but let those waves ride over me and know that like a good flogging or spanking I can ride this storm of life too. And when the waves come I'm ready, I have family.

Talk about it.

I am really enjoying making my passion my profession and writing about kink and sex is almost as good as doing it.  It's kind of like the cigarette after sex.

But what I really love is getting recognized for my writing and getting it published.  It's a vanilla story called "Orgasm Recipes for the Busy Woman" and it's getting published in Pocket Smut.

And no I won't repost it here.  So go find a copy and buy it!  Support the arts!  Try the recipe and let me know how it works.

I've since had a request for light and healthy recipes for the gay man on the go.  I'm working on that one next. Or maybe some deeper thoughts about DESIRE.

What happens at DESIRE

Stays at DESIRE.  We decided to adopt upon the well know adage that has caused smirks, winks and nudges.   This weekend like each former weekend of June was not to be missed.   A resort full of low hanging fruit, women with the slightest breeze of suggestion are ready to play and many of them, heavy.

I was satiated in my two hour genitorture scene and expanded my concept of camel toe with a saline infusion that created a perfect one without the clothing.  And then new tricks and understanding of the play of women that I previously failed to comprehend, understand or just didn't get.

I laughed, cried, danced, ran around naked and snapped as many pictures as I could.  Met some amazing women, PhoenixB of Seattle, and was offered her boi's stud service that she had sutured on for our use.  A delightful boi and well equipped.

I wish I could share the pics with you friends but let your imagination roll around to all the possibilities of space and time can offer the right kinky woman who's interested.  And then stand back and prepare to be amazed.

School time

DESIRE is all about upping your game with women you respect, admire and want to play with.  So last night when I met Phoenix from Seattle I knew I was in for a treat.  Phoenix is one of the founders of Wycked Women in Seattle and her Cree heritage brings a unique spirituality to her scenes.  She's an artist with a scalpel and her work picture here was a lovely treat for everyone.


But it was later in the evening when she pulled out her secret ingredient and brought a fire dance like none I'd seen before.  She ain't telling, and neither am I.  But I got my hands on some as soon as I could.  Can't wait to bring it home to the troops.

Smell the Kink

I'm here!  Arrived early so I could make time to report in and tell you about DESIRE.  The Warm Sands resort is lovely as always, extra tented area covering the nude bodies, let's me know that I'm home.

My room is right behind the MASH unit where I will do some of my play this weekend.  How thoughtful of the staff to accommodate, but wait there's more.

There are now two medical set-up spaces for play.  Spike my lovely boi is my first labia infusion and will be toting my barge and lifting my bail this weekend.

I have fallen into the honey pot and I'm never coming out!

Pilgrimage

It's that time of year.  When trickling sweat trails down between my breasts and when it rounds the cup of my cleavage it begins to turn into passion.  Juices signal and begin to flow between my legs and the giddiness of junior high returns as I start to pack my good floggers and fire wands.  Cue the drumroll, it's DESIRE time!

And it's been a fucking long year and I can't wait to dip myself in the honey of women's pleasure that is the divine kinkland of the Palm Springs desert.  This year instead of running from one workshop to another, I am one of the workshops, teaching fire play and saline infusion.  But I do hope I can get into the suturing and branding classes.  I so enjoy learning and bringing more spice to my play.

With the struggle to survive in the vanilla world, this year's retreat is especially meaningful and rewarding to take a break from the 'false world' and live my true kink self.  How do we manage to keep it together, day in and day out?  Smiling, when we want to curse, biting our tongue when we want to tell it like it really is and feigning embarrassment when sexuality comes into public view.

But I've accomplished one of my goals, and on my way to accomplishing more.  I have challenged myself with the what if question.  You know, what if they find out?  What if they know I'm kinky?  What will they say or do?  So far I have found  the answer is what 'they' do is there business, what I do is mine.   And I'm taking care of my business.  And I may harm someone, but only because they asked me so sweetly! MUAAHHHHHHHHH

Yes, I'm bringing the camera, video cam and laptop.  I'm official photographer as well, and so I'll be quite busy, bringing it back home to you.

Stone cold killer

I love this image, it captures my mood when I'm prowling about a dungeon getting ready to play.  This is my 'I feel good identifying as a Dyke who like dicks' look.

I'm enjoying life, work and my loves.  Pay for play is the best thing that ever happened, why didn't I think about this sooner!  And what is interesting is the two different world of players.  I recalled them haughtily, (note the look on my face again), and dismissed their insincerity as not committed lifestylers.  But I recall my ultra vanilla days, when I dare not even post online for fear of reprisal.

So let the play continue. Kneel boy and come see Mistress Serene.

Serene Sin is here

I went to my colleagues and checked out as many websites as I could stand to view before deciding what angle I would take for my own.  I soon realized I was doing way to much thinking in working with appealing to sexual appetites.

I researched ancient names, historical meanings, blah, blah, blah.  Could I appeal to the intellectual, kinkster that can carry more than two thoughts in their head and hand at the same time?  I hoped so and thus far the boys have exceeded my expectations.  And I'm grateful:

• that wankers don't confirm appointments and don't waste my time driving.  
• that con artists get frustrated with my approval of their behavior and hang up. 
• I also like the heated rush of kink, the need to play today!  That's the wet maker.  

It's always a work in process and I like growing in a new direction.  Challenge my mind, my body and my spirit.  So tell me what you think, www.serenesin.com

Kink on,

Serene