BDS Classes, Lowell, Play, and lowered into the Sewers...

Friday nights class on Foot Fetishism and Foot Torture was well attended and well recieved. I love that class, and I even had press at the class, hooray! I love it because I get to discuss history and get into the brain of the fetishist, which in my opinion, is dead sexy. During the class, Strider went out and smoked a cigar and read poetry... and I met SubStephen.SubStephen was one of the men who ended up bottoming for that class, and he is one of those rare and precious souls that NO ONE has a bad word about, not even a disparaging remark. He's a good soul through and through... and he wore his sincerity in his desires well. The total slut was, well, a gem to find amongst the clutter of the world of public SM... and we ended up playing Saturday night.It's been good just getting to hang out with and talk with Dancer and Strider. Between play and good food, we've had a chance to share stories, wedding plans and wedding albums, and a slice of life. They took me to the Revolving Museum, Cafe Paradiso, showed me Lowell General where I was born 25 years ago, and we got to hang out with Lizzy, the queen of Mitten Making in America. Dancer has made me fall of the band wagon when it comes to sweets- she makes amazing cookies. It's interesting getting to know the place I was born, the place I left 22 years ago and have no memories of.Friday night after my class, Strider and I headed to the Dead Von Erichs concert, whose lead singer is D-Tension, one of Bostons best and most beloved Hip-Hop/Rap singers. But no, it's not rap music- it's modern Rock. Good ole Rock. It was really good. I had a blast, and snapped a few art pics of D-Tension. Good music, and the club mixed a mean Fuzzy Navel.Saturday Strider and I kissed Dancer goodbye and headed off to my Asymmetrical Bondage class. The class had a mcuh lower attendance than I had expected, but those who attended seemed to get quite a lot out of the class. A good mix of het and queer folk, which was also nice, and we got a lot of stuff covered and at least half of the class decided to be hands-on, which is always nice. I get a lot more out of teaching if I have a luvely and interested audience- just like in theare.Afterwards we headed off for food at Garlic Bistro or something like that, a Thai place in Chelmsford- yummy :) Good company (10 of us went out after the class), good food, good conversations. I adore the fact that Strider is such a brain. I even got to read his 27 page CV- how sexy is that?Back at Dancer and Strider's place, we relaxed and cuddled and kissed before heading out to the party at Questioner's house. Did I mention yet that I had the total hots for this man? He gave off the energy of a cuddly bi bear, but was in fact straight... something he bemoaned actually, wished he wanted Strider to use him more. After our tour of the AMAZING House (wow, I want that house, 4 shower heads in the downstairs shower and a huge 2 person tub in the upstairs bathroom, multiple play rooms, multiple bedrooms, and a smoking porch out back), I pulled SubStephen into the living room area to talk- with him at my feet and my knee-high leather boots leaving imprints on his head. Strider ended up sitting across from me with his boot in SubStephen's crotch as I sat on his face and we all kept having pleasant conversation as my fishnets left impressions on the human couch and my mint green off the shoulder sweater kept me toasty warm.Eventually I drug SubStephen into the bathroom when my bladder was too full, and after covering him from head to toe, his hair wet with my piss and having wiped myself dry on him, I pushed him down into the tub and fucked his face, cumming like mad as I rode above his head. Ah, yum yum yum. It was delish indeed. That boy does enjoy being used :)Throughout the rest of the evening there were lots of great conversations, continued teasin of SubStephen, and in general, much joy.Until I got back to the house. Them, Strider decided it was time for bed time stories... and his are fucked up. When I played with Strider at Leather Retreat, the day after he took my scat play bottom cherry, he and I had bed time story time. During that tale he led me down a dark and twisted path of being left in a dumpster, going insane, being raped by mental institution gaurds, having my libs hacked off, being continuously impregnated, and eventually being raped by my own son after i was old, limbless and had no teeth before being left back in the dumpster they found me in 30 years earlier. He fucked me the whole time, while I cried.I have avoided being near dumpsters for more than a moment since then.I'll now be avoiding open sewer grates I think.Last night we had story time again. The tale was a macabre one, involving having my eyes ripped out, tongue ripped out, and sold off to be used and fucked as a Thai hooker in the back room for folks who wanted to do the worse things. They cut off my fingers and toes to feed to me as I had been starved and I had been reduced to a pile of skin and bones... until eventually I was sold off to my own Father (for those who hadn't heard that my dad liked Thai hookers, he does) who didn't recognize me 6 years from now, who brought me back in a crate to the states, cut off my limbs, and then eventually disposed of my pregnant body, still alive, in a sewer grate while I sucked on bits of stuff that floated by to keep me alive, until I rotted alive on the hook.Um, yeah.The whole time he was dry fucking me. My cunt is raw, but worse, I swear my clit triangle ring was bing ripped out. It didn't, but damn it felt like it. He kept fingers in my eye sockets and mouth as he fucked me, and I cried. In the tale my eye sockets were used as ashtrays...Um, yeah.So, yeah, it was really fucked up. Strider and Dancer both enjoy bed time stories. Part of me looks forward to next time, but most of me dreads it... and that is what a lot of my play with the two of them is about... a mix of fear and desire- awareness that I am disgusted by what I do with them, and that I have problems thinking about it... and yet, I am compelled.