Rocking with my socks off in Sydney

or at least, minus one seamed stocking...I'm sitting at DV8 House an hour or so out of the city, sun having risen on a beautiful Sunday morning (for folks back home, welcome to tomorrow), and the cookaburas are singing in the gum trees outside. In the bedroom Mark is fucking one of the three women of the house, no idea which, but moaning is occurring while I sit at his laptop too lazy to go downstairs to my room for the next 2 weeks and plug in my own. We all just got back from a kick ass party, curled up (all 4 girls and Mark) to listen to Mark's interview on Rope Weekly with Greydancer (Hey Greydancer, I TEACH a class called "Simplest Toybag: 100 things to do with 1 piece of rope- and I've taught it at Shibaricon before!)... but yes, my head is superglued back on as Coral would say.So the last few days in a nutshell...Friday morning MelbourneMama, Mark and I, went to Eagle Leather, which unlike the Eagle stateside, is not a bar, but is a leather and fetish shop that focussed on men's stuff, but caters to everyone. Good gear, nice food, and some really woofy men to flirt with a bit. Then off to Lucrezia & DeSade for laughing my ass off at the gimp platypus stuffed animal I saw there, and to stop there on Brunswick St. to buy the gun skirt I wanted. Once done shmoozing and shopping, Mark and I headed off to Puffing Billy... a tale I will tell, there and back, in a different post (once I have the pics downloaded from my camera, including me pissing on the side of the freeway).That night a whole shlew of folks had drinks (too many drinks that night) at Pollys, plus snacks, then all back to the hotel to change and off to Abode on St. Kilda for "Tongue n Groove", the women's night (women and their menfolk). Mark and I wanted to play, so he strung me up and single tailed me a bit, even if it sucked (my ribs hate me), it was great fun, and a hottie pattotie there, in a tight plaid neglegee, came up and was sucking on my chest while I was being tied, my black jeans around my hips, still wearing my black pageboy hat, very boi'd out in a sparkly bra, ha ha. It was funny, that night I almost didn't go to abode because I had no interest in dolling up, but in jeans, boots, bra, and my miami ink button up I could have been on fire I felt so hot. Flirted a lot, yeah! Sadly, by the time I'd gotten back to the hotel I was in a bad headspace again from the shopping misadventure and my own head trips, and made it worse by chatting online with my best man, then with Scout (who said "what's wrong baby" and I fell apart), and by 4am I was on the phone back to the states.So, yeah, I need to pull back. I'm going to cancel a few non/low paying gigs. I'm going to try to take some more me time. Fuck, I'm stretched too thin, it's no good.BUT, that all said, my classes in Melbourne rocked my world. The bondage class was all hands on and fun and everyone was getting their groove on and I felt elated. Lunch dim sum was stunning, then off to Breath Play where I saw everyone in the room click and go, yeah, fuck, this stuff can kill us, and this is why it is still hot... there were a few people in the room who I needed to hear the words "A Lot of Breath Play is not Safe, and if you play SSC, you need to debate what that means for you". Cornered someone about a copyright infringement from a book, I hope they fix it, really. After the class, two hot tanned dykes walked up to me, slithered one on each side and were like "Hey, can we take you home with us." Fuckin A. These women were totally spot on gorgeos, had been getting me and themseleves all hot and bothered in the rope class as they learned strap on harnesses and I taught them a thigh strap on, and yeah, I so wanted to say yes- but I had a 5pm flight to catch. At least one of them will be at Inquisition though. Everyone is going to be at Inquisition... I think if I slut it up right I'll have like 8 dates there, oi vey!The flight was uneventful, save that I got to finish "Island of the Sequinned Love Nun" finally. Victoria and Aleni met me at the airport, and we headed back to Dv8House for me to take a quick nap and for everyone to get dolled up. Mark met all 3 of us around 10, we had a spot to eat, and by 11:30 we were at No Holes Barred.We got to No Holes, and it was really frustrating- the point we'd planned to play on had been taken over by the lighting guys, the tripod was too short, and the suspension frame outdoors was outdoors,a nd folks were smoking pot outdoors which I am allergic to... so what to do? We ended up running all over, dealing with lighting and site folks, with the producer, and ended updeciding to do it outdoors on the suspension frame that the Polymorph hook guys were using (turns out Robb used to work at High Priestess, how cool). We brought in a heater, changed lighting, and had front row folks ask folks notto blow smoke my way.But Mark was wired, so I told him to go play with SilverGirl while I had Jackie introduce me around to tons of hot dykes. Hot dykes, hot transmen, hot butches, femmes, and a few kick ass uniform wearing daddies, hell yeah! Got to meet in the flesh a few folks from LJ land who I'd talked to before- Cub and I set up plans for going snorkling on Tuesday, and I nearly fell over laughing as Evil twin informed me that he wanted me to suck his big dyke cock or something absurd like that- wow, what a line. Met some great bootblacks, kicked it with some great leather men and a hot puppy boi, and then went up to do my show.We outdid ourselves, out of sheer raunch sex factor in ropes. No-lube struggle games suspended fistings, one leg up, one leg down, pulling, pushing, spinning fistings up my cunt, in my mouth, dancing, screaming, body challenges, pissing on the floor, self-bondage, squirting ejaculate all over with me in seamed stockings and a non-boned corset, me with my elbows tied back and Mark's fist down my throat, my tongue on his boot, hair in my own piss and cum, and yeah, above and beyond, hot damn.Afterwards I slipped off the heels, cleaned up, and slipped into my leather boots. Time to get these things fixed I figured, so I looked for the two bootblacks I'd met earlier. One was a cutie pie trans man who had to do 100 blackings before he'd earn his leathers, so I wanted to support him, but he was off to go beat up some boy. Folks were fisting and fucking everywhere, hot scenes and cute folks dancing til they dropped... so I turned to the pup I'd scritched earlier that evening, and yeah, um, yeah.Hot bootblack scene with this boi turned into more bootblacking... I gave him one of my stockings to do the speed shine with (damn there is something hot about having my boots polished with seamed stockings)... I was so ashamed of these boots after what I put them through at Xara, especially after all the hard work Scout had done on them. This boi did them proud. Woof. Puppy, bootblack, and it turns out, big breath play and deep tissue bruising slut. I beat on their back, threw my knee up and in, spun them against the wall and dug in my hands into their flesh, beath the shit out of them, piunned them into a corner and made their jaw drop by swallowing most of their polish-stained hands down my throat, then pushed up into their throat til they danced with stars and went back to the grunts, moans, "fuck"s, and longing eyes begging for more. Woof. Double woof. Yup, I am so nabbing this one for my demo bottom for a few classes here, maybe grab some hell yeah time, ya know? I loved growling with them, at them, forcing them down, and the peals of laughter as we discussed crazy chicks and the moments of reflection on folks lost.Aleni found me in the corner straddled across their lap with my hand on their throat. Time to go. We gotthe gang together (Mark, Aleni, Victoria, SilverGirl and I) and all piled into the limited edition fucking amazing speedster and drove home. SilverGirl stripped to just her boots and was splayed open in the back between Victoria and I and there was much naughtiness to ensue on the way home too.So yeah, I'm much better now.It's 9:15am now... I really should craawl downstairs and get some Zs. I need to do laundry today, and get some work in on RopeLover. Upcoming plans in the next 2 weeks? 7 classes, 1 show, Snorkling, Clown Outing, Spa, Open Mic night, Art show (with a bit of my work up), Leather Dyke gatherings, maybe burlesque, and finding some down time to take in the city and read a good book or two.