Austin Rope Symposium Thoughts part 1

I woke up at 2am that Friday morning convinced it was 6am... took a shower, looked at the clock, and could not get back to bed. With one hour of sleep under my belt, Elorin and I drove from San Antonio to Austin, stopping by way of Taco Cabana for food I wouldn't eat until 6 hours later. Bags taken upstairs, it was whirlwind kisses hello old friends, hello new folks, and I got ready for my first class.Mine was the only class required for everyone. Everyone at the whole event. It was supposed to be a class between Steve Inlands and I, but we ended up having me teach most of the class instead- good thing because the event began at 9am... Everyone was tired and I am a MUCH more upbeat instructor than Steve. So I told embarrasing stories, gave ideas, taked negotiation, communication, safety, rope types, and a thousand of other topics and in general dumped a huge pile of info in 2 hours. I'm really glad I did though as I've already been told in person and over email about folks who I helped during that rant.I then went to talk to Monk about having him vend my scarves, and ended up talking with foolks 20 minutes into the second class block. I headed to Ellie the Nomad's class and sat down next to Mark of DV8 House and he turned to me and asked me about me. Here I am thinking he's flirting- turns out it was the class exercise- doh! But there were some good conversations/arguements in that class about negotiation styles, ways we approach bondage, and more... and I ended up falling hard for the Aussie in tight jeans as he talked about his dancefloor antics that mirrored my own.Then off to Zamils class and seeing a side of Greydancer that I look forward to exploring at length, and learning a fabulous hojo style tie... plus helping folks out throughout the class. Zamil was cool and fabulous- hzah! Then... dinner adventures. Lochai, and 2 other piled into one car, and Elorin, Ellie and I piled into another, and went off looking for Chinese food. 4 stops later there was no luck- every reastraunt had closed down, was under rennovation, or had simply dissapearred into a puff of smoke. We settled on crazy Irish food- I had something called a Monte Cristo that was a ham, turkey and cheese sandwich deep fried in batter then covered in powder sugar and served with raspberry jam. Tasty and wrong, and my belly agreed- at the end of the night after my scene it came back up, sigh.Back at the event there was more classes- yup, breakfast, classes, lunch, classes, dinner, classes, party- ugh! Such a LONG day. But it was a heck of a lot of fun demoing for Lochai's leg and arm binder class- though it turned into a hogtie class too, and I tied up Lochai's head during his class when other folks practiced their ties. When that was over I thought sleep would be a good idea- but I ran into Mark... twice. He told me I should come back to the party, and that he would be tackling his own exhaustion with Red Bull- so I showered, shaved, did makeup and put on my armour.Clothing is armour, is a mask. Makeup my war paint. Exhausted and drained I can find yet another bit of energy by tight lacing and strapping on high heels, finding my drag queen soul and bringing her highness forward. Bald, I wrapped my vintage cream kimono around my form, laced my emerald silk corset tightly onto my midsection, strapped on my platform stilettos, and painted my face- time to face the night. I flipped between nervous and energized, drained and filled, as I walked past the wall of Prom kids who were dancing to bad R&B downstairs.I missed Ellie and Elorin's show, but caught Numinous and lacee's last show. I sat next to Monk and cuddled a bit, then ran into Greydancer and ended up having some really toughing conversations that made me realize how lucky I am. I want to romance that man so badly... poor Minx just wanted me to pounce- ha ha.Mark and I both wanted to push in our dance that night- and the main dungeon made me feel a bit like a sardine or a woman on stage. So we came up with the plan... the photo shoot.Photo shoots in main dungeons tend to be bad ideas. So, we got permission to move a suspension frome into the back classroom for the purpose of a shoot. Yes, I like this shoot idea.I am torn by Mark- I want to be his bad little leather boy, to him I was his good girl. I can ride with this though. The scene was hot- even if, or perhaps because, I fell on my head when my strappado flipped and I went down. Fists, cum, elbows and shoulder blades tied back, a kimono that needs dry cleaned, begging, needing, hands along tight leather, flying rope, duels of the giant vibrators, laughter... and even the continued tradiotion of Mortis Heckling. Mortis seems to enjoy heckling my scenes...We'd finish the scene, and the dance would begin again. We'd coil rope, and suddenly my body was up on a table and my legs spread wide. We'd have done one last round and suddenly I was bent over again with his tongue and wicked words of good girl good little slut in my ear. Each round, another round. I adore his lady Aleni- she came in late that eve too. The back room we created became a low-lit debaucherous room... hot damn.Finally I somehow got back to my room on Mark's arm and kissed him good night. Unlaced, I spent an hour bent over the toilet, and 4 hours later was awake to pack and head back to the event.