ShibariCon Part 1: Thursday and Friday
On Thursday morning I headed downtown to meet up with Blue and Widow Centauri. They had called me the night before, asking we wanted to shoot in Chicago- hell yes! Widow, for all her eccentricities, is one of my favorite models, and getting to do some in-the-water pics of her in the giant hot tub at her hotel sounded great. From latex outfit to latex outfit, nudes and clowns, we got in quite a variety in an hour of non-stop picture taking- it’s amazing how much content you can get when under a deadline. The plan was to go from the hotel to the Leather Archive Museum, but sadly the Museum was closed in preparation for International Mr. Leather. Sigh. We decided instead to hit a women’s run adult shop, then lunch, then chocolate… BonBon of Chicago is to die for- OMG… but the white chocolate popcorn could have been better.
Then back to pick up my bags at CanyonLady and Lex’s place.
Lives change. Go forward. Push ahead. We pray, we hope, and we continue. Tears on shoulders and all.
((Note, thoughts appear as they will- ugh, this tea is nasty- it must be good for me))
At the hotel we tried to check into registration and failed, so instead I headed up to the room where G was staying (and at that point the kids from RainbowRope) and we fell into our debauchery as per normal. Hands on asses on mouths on lips on curve of hips as we ground and pushed into one another’s arms once more. I adore G. An amazing boy. An amazing woman. The evening was slow, but it was good to see old faces- lovely women from Phoenix, friends from the UK, chatting with Lochai over our books, social time in the bar. It was good to see Master Jack and Walt there, hell, it was good to see everyone. Sexy Sadist was there… by the end of the weekend we would have a new appreciation of one another.
I slept in some on Friday morning, then headed downstairs in time for Midori’s history of Shibari Class. I can not explain how amazing this class is. Screw the mythology, let’s plunge into the reality of Japan and how various forms of entertainment unfolded based on the political and economic periods of the time, and the merchant class demanding theatre. Wow. I’m still sad that I didn’t get to see any of Lochai’s classes. Sigh. But I got to see him do lots of ropework, including on me, by the end of the weekend, so it balanced out. I peeked into Sir C’s basic Rope Suspension class and enjoyed picking up a new trick to add to the comfort of one of the hip harnesses I do. Sir C is amazing. Not only is she a powerful and amazing woman, she has an interminable spirit that not even surgery can keep down.
Then came my self-bondage class. Now, last time I taught this class it was demo/lecture style. This time it was hands on- and seeing 15 people all hogtie themselves on the ground was great, with 30 or so others watching or peeking in. Wow. A few of my students amazed me at their determination to pick up skills that they confessed they wish they’d known years ago. I am always impressed by the spirit of humanity when it comes to living ones desires. After classes were done, G and I decided it was time for a dip in the pool. Being the decadent beast that I am, I decided it would be perfect to get to go swimming in my vintage swimwear and high heels. I really enjoy swimming in high heels, and plan to do it at Leather Retreat. I swam laps in my heels, and G and I wrestled in the pool, her strong arms holding me underwater as I let the last of my air go and came up again… and again… letting bubbles go through her swimsuit’s groin and out it’s cleavage. We then moved on to the hot tub, where her deft fingers found their way inside my ass as the hot water bubbled around us, my heels kicked into the air as my own hands worked me up in layers towards climax. Hot damn. I’m so glad we didn’t get kicked out of the hotel.
Then off to dinner. K3, p(K3), G and I decided to hit Leather Rose’s pre-reopening play party at Phantom’s invitation, and found an Outback Steakhouse along the way. K3 and I are a dangerous double-top pair. Hell, he is dangerous, and delicious… and amazing. Over the course of dinner we tormented G, putting ice down her dress and fucking her with shoes over her clothing. Our waiter, dressed in Orange, gifted me with an orange lighter, and in turn I gifted him with my orange hankie… which I had forgotten was holding my purple dick, Joan. The waiter blushed, the dick was passed around, hilarity and humiliation play ensued. Again, I’m glad we didn’t get kicked out- but egads we were close. I in my long vinyl skirt, tight corset and angry punk tank top, K3 in leathers and a shirt with a whip on it, G in full boy garb, p(K3) dressed sensually… we were quite the sight to see eating steak.
After dinner we dropped off p(K3), picked up K3’s toybag, and headed off to the Leather Rose. What a nightmare. Directions were horrid, the space was hard to find, and at the end I had to traverse a steep downhill gravel driveway in 5” heels. Ugh. But it was all worth it. We snuck in and woke Phantom the slumbering Dom from his slumbers with hisses and slowly unzipped trousers. I languidly sucked on his cock as he gave kisses to his friends, and soon enough the 4 of us were alone in the dungeon.
Phantom and I… are. I shall not shine the light of analysis on the shadows of our hearts in this public venue. But he is amazing. And he makes me cry. And he fucked me hard, and soft, and kissed me deeply while drowning me in my own desire with his hands around my throat and the world going black. He is what he is, and I can still hear him as he poured the condom out over me, his cum clinging to my flesh, telling me how another was meant to breed me first. I shivered, I cried, I love him all the more for what he is.
Afterwards we turned off lights, blew out candles, gathered up donuts and woke the sleeping G and K3 who had been fucking and playing hard on the other end of the dungeon. We kissed goodbye, and understood.
We all slept hard that night- I curled up next to G, K3 and p(K3) locked around one another.