TES Fest Part 2: Saturday and Sunday
I awoke and ran downstairs to have breakfast with the demo bottom for my suspension class. Then with R I ran to our strap-on class. Nothing is as absurd as a strap-on class in my opinion. It was basically a live sex show, with Corey doing some great speaking on power etc. between our fucking. How are phassuses hot? how are they not? I got bent over, R sucked, I fucked... it was lots of hot action all around until, as our class was running late, Lolita came in to say "You can cum now", as I in my veils and R in her belly dancing costume were full-at-it on the table. We wiped off, tried notto flash the hallway, then I boogied up to the dealers room to schmooze, flirt, and see who I could see before my suspension class.
The Suspension class was very well recieved, and my demo bottom took everything I did in stride. Afterwards I was absolutely flattered to have folks Like Sexy Sadist and Mistress Muir telling me they had learned things- these divas who have been playing like no one's business and are legends in their own right. Why? Because I told the newbies in the class to not ask questions about how to tie a square knot. This was an advanced class. If you had an advanced question, ask it. Otherwise, I only had one hour and 15 minutes to cover a huge shlew of info that could have easily been a 3 hour class without blinking.
After depositing bags, a huge group of us went out to dinner- Lady Sharrin Spectre, Boymeat, Lolita, Sirboy Cristo, R... lots of others. It was quite the crew, and I had my first dinner at a big real Jewish restraunt- potato pancakes, apple sauce and creme soda. Yum! Fruit koogle even.
We rushed back and changed for the carnival, and Sherbet and Raspberry descended and caused chaos. Become one with the isolation box! Buy me buy me! It was good fun, and Tower does cut a stunning ringmaster. R cut her foot open bellydancing on broken glass... and I ended up being bought in the NCSF auction by a newbie who I used fully, his body probed while balanced on one foot, my lips inches away.
Afterwards I changed again (how many outfits in one day? 10?) and boogied downstairs with my novel in hand to read. I just wasn't in the mood to play. That was okay, really. I went to... we shall not talk about... there is no... where 2 play partners of mine ended up on the mat. Hooray for sweat and blood, and torn pantyhose. And hot bois in kilts.
Sunday was chaos. I packed like a madman, then went to Midori's predicament bondage class curled up with Dov and kvetching... life is good. The class had some great ideas, I adore Midori. Then off to "Listening to Your Inner Kink (When Others Disapprove)" with Femcar and Phantom. Wow. The room all but fell into a brawl when the issue of activism came up- and Femcar banned me from certain activities. Ha ha. Issues from beastiality to playing with underage folks, scat, and watersports to body modification, screwing people of authority, race play, prostitution... we covered the board. I honestly think it was one of the best classes of the weekend, which is incredible, but mostly because it was so intimate.
Pee time! I love doing the water sports class, it's just so sexy and absurd. (Funny, the class wasn’t even scheduled, but Sir C was out of commission so we replaced her class) I'd been pouring water down my belly for hours, and though I kept peeing, I still needed to pee soon into the class, so I was the first. After the lecture on safety, health, etc... we went into the madness. Boymeat peeing on R. Me peeing on R. R peeing on me. Rand I wrapped around one another as Boymeat peed on both of us in a heterosexual dream sequence. Phantom covering my hair, face and body with his piss, claiming me for the next weekend in many ways. I love that man, a fact that scares me dearly.
Afterwards we ran upstairs and showered, then met up in the lobby to grab a bite as the 3 of us (Boymeat, R and I) at the pizza place before the play party.
It was insane. I sat and edited porn during the awards ceremony, played intermediatry between factions, flirted, and then as the play party began continued editing porn in the lobby of the 18th floor while chatting with BBJim, Dov, others... and 3 men in a row who all expressed interest in playing but whose offers though interesting, didn't seem like my cup of tea for my choice of play as a private civilian. Talking about Nazi play with the Hassidic Jew present while I edited Muslim porn was interesting though.
Finally in the dungeon I met up with Boymeat and R, and ended up sharing a hot true tale with R. Bites all over, blood the moon and blood our bodies, memories of my first night with a woman. Unfortunately misunderstandings, and it almost fell apart- hooray for communication. It all turned out okay, thanks Naudia for your understanding.
Dov.
I've known Dov since 2000. Dust and single tails and rope corsets. He taught me the Temple Knot out on the playa. His lovely wife, he and I made dinner together. We've been friends. We've never played.
That changed. In force. Why did I wait? Okay, he's bonkers, but bonkers in much the same way I am- life to the fullest, live and love.
Dov, over the next week, went from being a dear friend to being one of my best friends, and someone who my soul and loins burn for as his voice of nooses and men cumming all over me, his voice in the field and in the dungeon rings in my ears.
We played for the first time that night- twice. Or once? It began with my elbows bound behind my back in my flight suit, suit unzipped, ankles tied to thighs as I bent back with the pressure on my arms as my chest was pulled into the air with his devious words that made me melt. In time I lost circulaton, so he stood me up with my arms still bound back, and it turned into a scene with the Black Night from Monty Pyton (come back here and I'll bite you!). Then we ran across the dungeon for pudding, then ran into BBJim, and suddenly Dov had his ropes over both of us and was "proncing" around us. If you've seen Big Fish- imagine me as Ewan McGregor and BBJim as the townspeople dancing with me... with bondage... and then Dov as Steve Buschimi dancing around us.
Across the dungeon again, BBJim with a crown on his head. Evil crown! Bondage finally undone and freakishness far from over, I kissed Dov goodnight and Boymeat, R, BBJim and I headed to the lobby for icecream and constant double talk as I swore I had an acid flashback, then to the basement to get bags beyond the vaults of matresses that led to the Minotaur.
Taxi to Boymeat's. Wow. I love his new place. I crashed on the floor... and somewhere around 5am I got a desprate call from Widow looking for lube. My life is odd.