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Things have been way too serious and intellectual like around here lately. So I thought it was about time to inject some comedic relief. Ergo, today’s installment brings you a glimpse of the lighter side of  BDSM and how not every single detail of a scene is exacted with surgical precision.

My partner, D, and I went to our first party together in October 2006. He’d been in the scene for a few years and since this was only my second party ever, I thought he knew everything about everything about how SM operated. At the time I identified as submissive only.. bordering on the more slavey side and wouldn’t even utter the word ‘switch’ in relation to myself. I did the whole ‘walk a step behind, lower your eyes,’ subby type stuff. I thought D was the be all and end all of BDSM. He’d been around a few years and he was a DOMINANT afterall, of course he knew what he was doing and every single little nuance of SM. Didn’t they all by default?

So we go to our first party together as a couple. I was brand new in this country, in this particular scene and still pretty darn new to SM in general. My experience was basically limited to a few scenes and the wisdom gathered from ”The Story of O’ and ‘Safeword’. Thanks to that type of crash course, I was of the mind that D was Stephen of Roissy who lived in an estate with leather walls and red brocade curtains. I thought  that a submissive in a scene was there to do nothing more than ‘just take it. Take whatever your Master dishes out, without moving, without sound and certainly without opinion or objection!’ Thanks, Pauline.

Here is where my reputation as a stoic got its start: No matter how hard he hit me or with what, I was determined to keep still and keep quiet. Dont move a muscle and dont utter a sound. So that’s what I did. Take the pain, TAKE IT! or you will displease your Dominant and that makes you a bad girl. Noone wants to hear ‘bad girl’, so I kept still and quiet the way ‘good girls’ are supposed to. (the idiocy of my thinking alternately makes me laugh or want to go back in time to that version of me and slap her upside the head with a phone book.)

Our scene started and I was cuffed to the bar and blindfolded. D is whacking away at me with every toy we had. ‘Every toy we had’ at that time meant a briefcase that came with a free set of steak knives filled with a few handmade floggers, dollar store pervertables and some crafty little items he’d whipped up. One such item was a nasty little bugger we named ‘The Whisk’. If you saw it you’d laugh, it looks like a prop for a cheap ass Dominatrix Halloween Costume. An actual kitchen whisk would probably look more intimidating. It was a foot long piece of half inch dowel (painted black of course, this IS BDSM afterall) with 6-8 strings of 10 inch (black!)  latigo lacing attached to the end. It weighs practically nothing and looks like a prop of a Roman Scourge  in a kindergarten production of ‘The Passion of the Christ’.

Thing about that whisk is, its fucking evil! That piddly little prop of a toy can slice you open and have you calling ‘red!’ in one strike if that’s the desired effect. We should rename it ‘the Serial Killer’ because it seems to nice and harmless. It aint.

So D is wailing away on me with that stupid thing. He’d been at it for a while since, thanks to its lightness, it weighs practically nothing and can let the top keep running the scene long after getting major flogger fatigue from a more ‘Universally Accepted by the BDSM Magistrates’ type toy. After a fairly long time of ‘just taking’ that intense sting, I started to wiggle and moan with each strike. Just a little one.. a foot raised here, a shoulder turned away there, a lip biting here, a teeny little squeak of ouch there. Doesn’t sound like much but when your girl hasn’t moved a muscle fiber in an hour no matter what you do to her, a raised foot becomes a monumental reaction.

He jumped at the chance to lay some of that awesome Domly mindfuck language on me. ‘Dont move, bitch, or I’ll hit you harder.’ ‘WTF is wrong with you girl, I gave you one simple order and you cant follow it? BE STILL!’ and other such growly and wonderful things. At the time it never entered my head that he might be saying it just to fuck with me, I thought he was actually getting mad and disappointed in me. I resolved to be even more still.

I failed. He whapped me a right good one across the shoulders and my knees buckled. I got back up as soon as I could to try and resume my stoic stance so that my Master might use my body for the infliction of pain for his own pleasure.

We’ll pause for a second while I quell the nausea that my then headspace now gives me all these years later.

ahem….

I stood up just in time to hear him say ‘I told you to be still, slut!’ and THWAP! that damn whisk wrapped around and caught me square in the face. ‘Holy fuck, he’s really mad at me!’ I thought to myself. ‘ Ok ok.. be better! Be still!  I dont want that in my face again FFS! I didnt even know you COULD slap someone in the face like that! I thought that wasnt allowed! Could have sworn I read that in ‘Screw the Roses’, but he’s been around, so he would know that stuff. Yep, he knows what he’s doing so just do what he says!’

I didn’t move again. He didn’t hit me in the face again. At the end I got a ‘good girl’ and all was right and happy in my little world. Take THAT lil miss story of O! Oh wait, subs arent supposed to say that kind of thing are they? Fuckmuffins…

A few months later we were at a BDSM 101 workshop. Great time for it, eh.. AFTER I’d been in the scene for a while now? Well why break my longstanding tradition of doing everything ass backwards? So after a bit, the conversation turned to ‘what to do when you screw up.’ All the folks with more experience than me giggled and did that knowing head bob thing. I was mystified. ‘When you screw up? But everything is just how the Dom wants it? How could anything ever possibly screw up?’

One guy said ‘Yeah, like when you meant to hit her ass and you wrap around to the front of thighs! All you can do is hope she dont see your face when you say ‘ooh fuck! thats not what i meant to do!’ Everyone laughed, I was still trying to make sense of the words spoken in my native tongue that sounded so foreign. So another guy says ‘yep, thats why you blindfold them!’

I heard D laughing behind me. I looked at him quizzically and said ‘What?’.

He said ‘Oh, like that time I fucked up and got you in the face with that whisk!’

I was horrified. ‘I thought you did that on purpose cause you were mad at me. I thought you were just all  serious and stuff!’

He says ‘Oh hell no, it was an accident. I was so happy you couldn’t see me gasp and hope you weren’t gonna kill me when I took you down!’

My perfect little submissive world shattered. ‘I thought you were all hardcore and shit…’

He laughed, ‘not that day, that day I was just happy I remembered to pack the blindfold!’

And we laughed. And have been laughing about it ever since. Some people say there is no laughing in serious BDSM. I feel bad for them. The laughing scenes are some of the best ones! Maybe next time I’ll tell you about the oreo cookie pants scene, or the ‘Tarzan Swinging on the Suspension Rod’ scene or the time I got a little too close to a fuzzy caterpillar in a scene. Laughing is fun and as my wise friend used to say, ‘if it aint fun, it aint BDSM’.

~kim

Kink In Motion

x-posted from Lady Evyl

Two weeks ago today I was at my host’s house in Raleigh North Carolina. I had been invited by Melequus to her home and city and local dungeon for a cell popping workshop. It was quite an honor and a pleasure to be there. Honestly so much happened in my 4 days there I am not sure where to start, what to talk about or in which order. So bare with me in this blog…just go with the flow!

Melequus lives in Cary county in a very cute and quaint country house with lots of land and a stable for 2 horses and is rented out! I had my own lovely room on the 2nd flour with a balcony. I am a city gal so for me this was completely different and I was gaga over the horse. This is horse country! Horses everywhere. In Quebec farm lands have mostly cows. Friday was leisurely and we drove around a bit in the town of Chapel Hill which is super cute actually. Its got a big university so it had lots of hip coffee shops and bars and all.

Danger was in the air though as soon as I arrived in NC…the coming snow and how everyone was freaking out about it…to the extent that both parties I was due to attend were possibly to be canceled. I am from Canada so even if the population there is very unaccustomed to snow I had a huge problem  sympathizing. The governor actually declared it a State of Emergency!!!!! I think I saw finally at most 3-4 inches accumulated. That is a flurry for me. But when in Rome….I did my best to smile and go with the flow.

But in the end nothing got canceled. Friday night a party was thrown in my honor at a Femdom dungeon called FAD…although the party was not a Femdom party as usual, just rented for me that night. An online friend, Nev, living in NC organized it for me and it was so wonderful to meet her in real life. During evening I also met rich. Mel had matched us up months ago on Fetlife in hopes that she would secure me an interesting sub to play with while there. rich and I had on/off communication and there was good potential. I did play with him that night and it was a very pleasant scene. he is not very experienced but seemed eager in his ignorance of what he liked or did not. Although he said CBT was something he enjoyed and I love CBT! he got quite a beating in the end, I got quite an interested crowd watching and fun was had by all.After our session he offered himself at my disposition 24hrs a day till my departure and also offered to drive us all to La Fortress the next day, the dungeon where I was to give my Cell Popping workshop. A sweet offer I gladly accepted since by now the snow was falling, La Fortress is normally a good 1hours drive and he claimed experience in bad driving weather conditions.

Saturday rich picked us up at 2 pm and we got there shortly before 4pm…the time I was due to start. I also never saw so many cars in ditches along the highway. Had it been nice it would have been a record attendance with 80 people signed up. But since it was the end of the world about 20 showed up…which is more then the normal monthly workshop. We even started an hour late as guest on their way called to say they were in a ditch but asked if we would wait lol. For the evening portion of the party about 35 people were present in total and as it was decided the day about 20 slept over as to not have to drive on the snow covered roads.  So it turned into a really fun slumber party and they had prepared eggs, bacon, biscuits and coffee in the morning.

La Fortress is awesome. Its an entire dungeon house in a country setting. The kitchen and living room are common grounds to socialize without play. The basement is a huge dungeon with about 10 stations. There is also a big medical room on the first floor and another play room and an attic. The workshop went really well and the demo was awesome too with my ’stunt-bottom’ being none other then Nefarious, Mr SouthEast Leatherfest 2009. I got lots of great feedback and 2 sessions in the evening involved Cell Popping. it was an honor to see people wanting to incorporate it into their play.

A bit later I did my 1st of 2 scenes that night with rich…a bondage scene with a bit of CBT, spanking, flogging and a wonderful mindfuck opportunity. We later had a 2nd scene too and I was just pleased by how well we played together and I just loved the submissive energy he was feeding me. The second scene involved him being tied to a padded ladder. At the end he came off the ladder shaking like a leaf. he said he could not remember the last time he had felt such an adrenaline rush. he may be new but has pain slut potential. I also incorporated a cell popping into our session. I wanted him to remember me for a while so I marked him with my initials on his hip. But this time we definitely had started to really feel a mutual connection. it was really nice having someone there with me, genuinely serving me, rather then a sub making an effort to please the visiting Mistress.

I asked rich to spend Sunday with me to give a bit of a break to my host who was by my side for 3 days now. he then took me on a drive through the country and the capital, Raleigh. I also asked to see the ghetto area as we just don’t have such ‘defined’ spots so much in Canada. Sure we have neighborhoods that tend to attract a larger number of particular ethnics but its not the same. Here its still has that old South flavor to it. It was not so bad and we did come across a spiffed up old police  car with a young dude in it. I got a pic and the driver saw me he was laughing and smiling. probably thought I liked his car when I was actually taking a ‘ghetto car’ pic.

After we went back to his place so he could shower before dinner. I picked his clothes, inspected the marks after 3 play sessions (lovely!) with Me and he showed me his gun collection as pr my request! GUNS…omg! Again, Canada is not a gun country. Sure people have them but you are not allowed to carry one on your person while walking down the street (legally). And honestly the majority do not own them. I have never been around guns. So I had to take a pic of  me with some of his guns.

We went out for dinner to a more traditional NC food place. I ordered a local wine and had chicken and dumplings (yummy). he ordered side dishes for me to try: pulled pork appetizer (excellent), creamy grits (not bad with the cheese), collard greens (meh, was OK) and corn bread (yummy) with Pot Liquor (gross). What is Pot Liquor you ask? It’s the liquid that is left behind after boiling vegetable greens and meat. rich told me as a kid this stuff was usually thrown out in the woods behind their house and no one would EVER consider ordering it, he found it funny to see that on the menu.

Sunday was a precious day spent in great company. It really made the trip. A note one play and the scene there. Fetish is non existent there…its just BDSM and they take it safely and seriously…they play a hell of a lot harder too in public. I am talk real sadism and blood play and all but completely done in a safe way. Honestly I liked it better then the current Montreal scene which is going towards fashionable fetish parties and pure BDSM night are getting more and more scarce. I hope to take what I learned on this level in NC and do my best to help Montreal find a more solid BDSM root again.

This last picture below I just received today from NC….it’s some of the last snow still found in Cary county from the ’storm’ when I was there. Too funny!

Cross posted from Alpine Subdreams

I was ordered to strip down to nothing but my garter belt, stockings and shoes. Almost bare, feeling sexy and standing in front of him. He orders me to lie down on the medical table, face up. I lie down and he pulls out the metal hand and ankle cuffs. Unfortunately, as sexy as metal cuffs are they tend to hurt when you struggle and after a quick change we switched to leather cuffs but left one arm with the metal. After a bit of hemp rope was added to my crotch and ankles, we were set.

PG started out by making my nipples tender by grabbing them, twisting and teasing them before pulling out the violet wand. I love the feel and look of it. As soon as it’s turned on, the smell memorizes me. He started out by teasing and threatening me that he was going to place it on my nipple. He allowed the current to connect to the side portion of my breast before moving up and zapping my nipple. He went back and forth between each breast while I was trying to get away from the bounds, struggling to move to avoid the shock on my sensitive nipples.

He moved down to my inner and outer thighs, I couldn’t help but move my ass up to feel the shocks on it. He ordered me to spread  my legs which was a bit difficult in the bounds but I found a way to spread them to give him access to anything he wanted. The rope that was forming a tight crotch rope protected me for a bit. At least until my mouth got me into trouble and mentioned that. He moved the wand in a position that the shocks would reach under the ropes and zap me where I was once protected.

He grabbed a gas masks from the toy bag and put it on me, knowing how much I love it and the control over my breath that he obtains from it. He put it on me and immediately my head went into the nice, floaty space while he continued to torture me.

After trying to escape the zaps unsuccessfully, we had to give the violet wand a break and since I was moving around a lot and struggling, he wanted to give me a challenge. The moment I heard those words, I was nervous. He grabbed a pair of clover clamps, attached it to rope that was connected to my leg. Everytime I would move, it would cause me to pull on the clamps and possible off. He took out some sharpie things and tried to make me move. I was trying so hard to stay still as I didn’t want to pull on the clover clamps. He kept trying to make me flinch or pull but I was surprising good, moving everything but my right leg.

After staying still from the sharp pointy things, he pulled out the violet wand and started zapping my breast and inner thighs however I still stayed still with all my might. After continuous tries he took the clamps off and we played a bit more before PG started to bring me down from our hot play.

It was a fun night, I love playing out in public and electricity, gas masks, challenges always make a hot and memorable scene with PG.

Un souvenir bdsm impérissable.

Vous êtes dans une soirée bdsm publique dans un bar de la métropole. Vous êtes accompagné d’une grande femme à l’allure fière, dans la fin quarantaine, voix forte, sourire mutin, port altier, qui en impose avec son énergie : elle fait très madâââme. Le genre de femme devant laquelle 95 % des personnes se disant « dominantes » se mettraient à genoux au moindre claquement de doigts de sa part.

Soudain, vous dites à cette femme d’approcher, vous avez quelque chose à lui proposer gentiment. Elle s’exécute rapidement, frétillante bien qu’inquiète de la prochaine diablerie à laquelle elle s’attend à être conviée.

Eh oui, c’est une femme dans tout ce qu’il y a de plus soumise. Faire plier une madââame is so…

Vous la regardez avec votre plus beau sourire carnassier, prenant plaisir à débiter lentement ce que vous avez à lui dire. On jurerait qu’elle est déjà juchée sur un fil de fer tout au haut du chapiteau, sous les regards attentifs de la foule. Vous lui faites remarquer. Ses tempes rougissent déjà…

En la fixant droit au fond des iris, vous proposez à cette soumise de reculer au fond de la grande pièce dans laquelle vous vous trouvez. Ensuite, elle pourra revenir à quatre pattes très lentement vers vous, devant tous ces gens inconnus qui vaguent à diverses occupations. Elle qui possède deux adorables petits chiens, vous la faites hoqueter d’un rire horriblement gêné avec votre comparaison idiote. Car vous lui proposez en quelque sorte de parader dans un concours canin.

La soumise finit par obtempérer, se rend au fond du bar, se met à quatre pattes et s’avance vers vous, tel que prescrit. Une belle chienne fière et racée, qui obéit au doigt et à l’oeil, que demandez de plus? Durant toute la traversée de son désert, l’exercice la transit de honte, ses tempes ont pris depuis la teinte de la pivoine : elle veut passer sous le plancher.

Des gens jettent un oeil vers elle, ne comprenant pas trop ce qui se passe. D’autres s’affairent à manier le fouet, une masse de chair cagoulée sur une croix Saint-André ou des culs rebondis de rougeur. Certaines personnes se permettent même d’approcher de la chienne. Étant à l’extérieur de son aire, ces personnes ne mettent aucunement en péril son intégrité, d’autant que leur mouvement donne la chienne… à la chienne. Cet effet n’est pas négligeable dans son plaisir.

Parmi les gens, vous remarquez soudainement qu’une femme examine la scène avec intérêt. Il n’y a pas de doute, elle prend plaisir à ce qu’elle voit. Ça se voit dans son oeil pétillant. Elle jette un regard circulaire sur la salle comme si elle cherchait quelque chose. Elle finit par croiser votre regard. Elle vient de comprendre. Elle vous offre son plus beau sourire en guise de remerciement et se retourne pour voir la soumise terminer son parcours.

La soumise? Quelle soumise? Ah ouiiii, la soumise!

Elle est maintenant à vos pieds ladite soumise. Vous la remerciez d’avoir réussi ce petit exercice simple. Et sans crier gare, vous lui demandez d’ouvrir davantage les jambes, car vous souhaitez vérifier le degré d’humidité de son sexe… à moins de demander à un voisin tout près de le faire pour vous… ou même à une voisine…

Là, vous n’avez plus aucun doute : avec cette soumise, vous pourriez vous lancer dans la construction d’une usine de cyprine.

x-post from Mystress Lady Evyl

OMG I went to the best BDSM party last night ever! Well top 3 for sure (not to offend anyone he he). It was a blast. I do not usually write much about parties I attend but I just had too for this one cause I hope someone will be inspired by it and do the same. Guaranteed great evening.

So 2 very good friends of mine, a Master/sub couple, hosted a BDSM Casino with a silent auction night. Let me explain what the evening was like. First off there were 20 guests present and this was a big part of the success: quality handpicked guests, not too big, very intimate and fun. As we arrived we paid our small contribution and receive a folder. The folder was assigned a draw number and included a menu of the items auctioned (BDSM activities offered by the guests) and 1000$ play money for casino games. Non-alcoholic punch and snacks were served as well. We all know a good play night is light on booze. Drinking a bit is fine but do not encourage it either.

After a round of greeting everyone I was off to get my glass of punch and take a look at the auctions offered. The bidding was to be done by 11pm on papers put into a secret box. I placed 3 offers and at the same time wondered if anyone would be interest in taking my 2 offered auctions. The anxiety of winning was building quick, everyone was trying to pry info on just how much they bid on what…no one knew what a good bid was and no one wanted to share too much info. It was funny. So to pass the time until the winners were announced we all partook in the casino games offered. There was a black jack table, poker, a slot machine game and a roulette table. Now having been lucky and having one quite a bit of fake money at the roulettes I was pretty confident of winning the high bets I placed on 2 or the 3 auctions I wanted.

Oh yes almost forgot. The sub of the house was also the shooter girl, with a twist. It cost 50$ fake money to get a shooter tube with a paper inside. You could win money, lose money, not get anything at all, win a prize or win a little spanking of the shooter girl.

The box of bids left the room and we all were impatient for the results to come. The games were closed and we all gathered in the living room. The results of auctions were publicly announce and paid out. Auctions were randomly picked out of a bag and the winners announced. If you won you got up and paid off. If you did not have enough money…ah well tough you lost and it went to the next highest bidder. We all cheered and applauded the various winners. And my 2 auctions were won too. I had offered a cell popping and restrictive bondage session. I also won 2 of my 3 bids: a breast worship session with a breast fetishist and the subby of the house at my disposal while blindfolded and cuffed to the bed…a private session to my liking behind closed doors!!! Let me mention she had was NOT told who the winner was…it was to remain anonymous to her. After all the auctions were announced the draw for prizes was next. And I won one…I’ll describe it a bit lower in this posting. But some of the other prizes included a sensation kit, a vibrator, a massager, a cock ring, a champagne bottle, and funny enough a mouse pad with a school room scene of girls getting ready to be spanked…which was won by a teacher ha ha.

Now before we all ran down to the dungeon space to play our winnings we all wanted to witness one auction. A guest there is a supplier for beautiful metal butt plug with gems on the end. The winner had to accept the prize WITH installation in public. Quite a spectacle it was. A side anecdote the Master always has his sub where one. The one she had on that night had a watch installed on the end. Whenever he asked the time she had to bend over and lift her skirt up to read the time.

Once that was done we all immediately went off to play. It was really fun all playing our winnings and the time flew by so fast. My bondage session was so much fun as the sub winner is a big fan of being restricted. I started his scene next to his Mistress who had won a 20 back massage. She kept laughing as she watched while being massaged. Her sub was a pleasure to tie up to as he was so reactive to his restriction. Once really tied well into a tight ball I proceeded to ‘torture’ him with spanks, a pin wheel, a feather, a small flogger. When his Mistress was done with her massage she asked to join in and her sub was in heaven with the both of us torturing him. Boy did I go into Dom space fast there. Next was my breast worship. Being a Mistress I did want it to be a bit more discreet so we went off somewhere quiet. And I won’t say too much but is was a very sensual experience. Next I did my cell popping offer while the winning sub was tied in his other won auction. His Mistress chose my BDSM emblem design and sat in front of him during the cell popping. The Master who tied him up also spent most of the time next to me watching my work. When I do cell popping in public it usually attracts quite a lot of curious onlookers.

Let’s see let me tell you some of the other won auctions: there was a mummification, tickling session, a fuck machine session, many spankings, floggings, massages and foot worships..to name a few. You could smell the adrenaline flowing. But now was time for my private session. I advised the Master I was ready and he escorted his sub out to prepare her. Now he and his sub have a bit of a history together. We are very good friends and he was so happy I won, if not a bit relieved too lol. We have played all three together in the past. They do a lot of medical play and they have initiated me to it. So he got me a little medical kit ready, including a strap-on. He had mentioned in the past how he wanted to get his sub to be taken by a woman with a strap-on. I have never taken a woman before but was curious. Now was the perfect opportunity. Just to bad for him he was not allowed to watch. His subby was very nervous about this auction but it did not take very ling for her to realize it was me. As suspected she knew my touch was not a male touch and she later said she recognized my smell. Also apparently my hair brushed her body. But what really confirmed it was when I snapped on some rubber gloves. Having played with them I knew she gets off on it….I was about the only person who knew this fact to. At that point the faintest smile appeared on her lips and I knew she had figured it out Lady Evyl was the winner. Actually I was happy about this because I know she trusts me and would relax. But still we played our part and not a word was said during the play session. We had a nice little medical scene and I took her with the strap-on. Again, first for me with a woman. I know now for sure I am not bi but in a Domme role it was a lot of fun. And apparently it turns out I am pretty good at it. Once the session done I removed her wrist ties and removed her blindfold and we both started laughing. We stayed on bed a while chatting about it all and laughed. Once we rejoined the group I knew her Master was nearby dying of curiosity about how it went. He was thrilled to hear how great it went…and also again relieved.

By that time all plays had been done and it was already about 5h30 am. People left, said their goodbyes and unanimously congratulated our hosts on an amazing evening. I will not forget this party any time soon.

Now on to that gift I won. Turns out when they prepared this prize they thought of me and the coincidence that I did win it was destiny. It was a small started medical play kit. The whole time the prizes were given out I kept looking at it hoping so much I would get a chance to snatch it. When they drew my number out of the bag I was up at the table in an instant without hesitation as to my choice…the coveted medical kit. Here is what was included in the basket:

- a ‘prescription pad’ and pen
- 6 tongue depressors
- a large syringe
- a pee cup
- 4 clothes pins
- 4 pair of medical gloves
- 2 disposable speculums
- 8 various size medical sponges
- 14 alcohol swabs
- 4 assorted band-aids

Wow, what a prize! What an evening. What a party! Thank you.

Mystres Lady Evyl

The Sisters of ONXY Pearls are having a party. Come out, come out were ever you are. Spanking, flogging and caning oh my!

 There might even be cake, heehee

Happy Birthday ONYX Pearls Northeast!

It’s our 1 year anniversary and we’re having a party!

You are all cordially invited to attend our birthday bash up in the Sanctuary @Paradise Lost on Friday, January 30, 10:00 PM till they throw us out!

The Sin of this month’s Paradise Lost party is ENVY-n-UV, a spectacle of color, sounds, black light, UV wands and deviance!

The festivities are OPEN TO ALL and will be held at REHAB, 25 Avenue B (between 2nd & 3rd Sts.) in NYC. Attire in the Sanctuary is dress to impress Fetish…how much or how little we’ll leave that for you to decide!

And…

Just for the Ladies, we are also having a meeting on Saturday, January 31, 3:00-5:00 PM @the LGBT Center, 208 W 13th St (near 7th Ave), in NYC.

Have you been curious about the Pearls and just haven’t had a chance to come out to a meeting? Well this is the perfect opportunity to check something off of your list of:

“Leather Resolutions”

The topic this month is all about making resolutions; but with a kinky twist! Anyone can resolve to lose weight or join a gym; so why not mix it up a little?

Always wanted to achieve a Leather-related goal? Venturing out to your first ONYX Pearls Northeast meeting, perhaps? Learning a new skill, finding your Leather spirituality? Well, whatever it is we want to hear about it! Who knows we might be able to help you fulfill a few of ‘em!

In Leather

ONYX Pearls Northeast

Recently I had the pleasure of taking part of a discussion were the topic of top drop was brought up. Many in the conversation didn’t think it was much of an issue, and why should they? They were bottoms. And for this post I’ll refer to the people involved as top and bottom.

When asked if they did anything for the top that they have the pleasure to be topped by all of them gave a blank stare. Some of us gave examples of how top drop effects us, and  you would have thought we were speaking another language, or giving details of some horrific crime. The looks on their faces showed they had no idea or had given no thought to what happens to tops after a scene. And why would they? We always hear about after care for the bottom, but what of the top? This also holds true for the lamenting of the gift that bottoms give what gift? It stops being a gift to me when you go on and on about it, give it to me and shut the hell up about.  And God forbid you ever hear mention of the gift tops give. Queue the crickets; yeah that’s what you’ll hear if you ever bring up that subject in some circles. Tops giving the “gift” heavens no.

In the same conversation I explained how much work it was to not only be a top, but to put a scene together. They (the bottoms) looked bored, but every top in the room was nodding their heads. We are the ones, who think about the temperature of the room.

What kind of music to play if any is there something to drink, the kind of scene that will happen and do we have everything we need for said scene?

And that all important question will the police break down my door and catch me assaulting the bottom? Yeah assault that’s what it’s called when you do bodily harm to someone. Even if they agree to come to you home and be tied down and caned. I’m charged with assault, but thank goodness the bottom is protected.

Even if the police don’t break down my door and drag me off to jail, and I do get to do all the things that were agreed on. Afterwards, I’m expected to take care of the bottom. To console them, to gently bring them back from where, only they know.

After all the planning and executing of the scene, who takes care of top?

Think about?

Had a great time at the Rascals Halloween party last night.

There were so many wild and crazy costumes. Some traditionally frightening, some wonderfully imaginative and many just plain sexy.

Probably the funniest moment of the evening was glancing over from where I was helping some lovely gal pals tie up a delightful male bondage bottom to see one of my favourite doms all gussied up as a french maid, flogging his sub with his usual thorough abandon. Complete in beard, stockings and a blonde wig.

Now that was worth the price of admission!

R. looked very imposing and authoritative in his cop costume; I’ll definitely have to ask him to wear that again sometime! Sexy! I was decked out with wings, not surprisingly; I know the little fairy inside of me has just been shrieking to get out. (I so looove Halloween!)

Two of my favourite regulars showed up in wondrous full-body wildcat costumes, and naturally they were the first thing I noticed. I wasn’t absolutely sure who they were at first but that didn’t stop me from heading over there to have a self-indulgent kitty-snuggle moment.

I just couldn’t resist the urge to drag my hands all over He-Cat’s slinky-soft fur, and She-Cat was so scrumptiously sensual, I just wanted to crawl into a huge kitty bed with them and heap like kittens. What a deliciously decadent pair they made!

After I left them to go visit with another friend I watched them from a distance and finally figured out who they were. I was thrilled, because I’m very fond of both of them.

Later, I dug my own favourite leopard ears and gloves out of my bag and went over for a little furry-bonding. She-Cat and I had a very scrumptious kitty-moment that quickly led from purrs to yowling and scratching – as kitties will do. But we dragged He-Cat into a cuddly-rub and all was well again.

::puuurrrr::

I do hope they bring out their wildcat-selves again soon. I so want to have more furry feline fun! This is one area of my play-self that so far I just haven’t had an opportunity to explore in depth, unfortunately.

Later R. and I had a chance to get out on the dungeon floor and indulge in some delicious impact play with paddle and rope flogger. He was very commanding, and dragged plenty of Yes Sirs!, and No Sirs, out of me.

::melt::

I love the fact that although it was mostly an impact play scene R. made it nicely sensual instead of blatantly sadistic; I do hope we get to do some more of that!! I know he’s interested in doing some play with the medium weight suede flogger we have, so maybe I can coax him into that sometime soon.

Last night was hands-down one of the best nights I’ve had at Rascals; The fairy and the kitty got to come out, I got to play with friends, and with my daddy/dom/cop as well.

Slept like a baby last night and now I’m looking forward to a dinner munch tonight. I’ve had to alter the munch I organize and it’s been quite the chore changing websites, and posting everywhere local to clarify the changes. Still, it’s a great munch and I’m proud of it. I’m not a great event organizer-type-person. I admire the work they do, but it leaves me wanting to pull my hair out generally. I’m lucky I have a nice group supporting this munch.

A perfect weekend, really, and one I badly needed after all the stress I’ve had the last 2 weeks.

Now, if only I didn’t have homework to do…

My gal pal J. recently brought up the subject of playing in public, and the issue of voyeurism…and it got me thinking…

Public play…so much fun whether you are watching or being watched. However, as many of my friends know, I’m not much of a voyeur. I guess I’m the greedy sort who would prefer to be the one playing. I can so easily put myself in their place. Feel the thud of the flogger, the tickley sting of the Whartenburg wheel.

::drool::

Yes, you can call me an exhibitionist, even perhaps an attention-slut. Oh wait, if you know me at all I bet you already have, haven’t you? LOL

J.’s question was partly about whether those of us who play publicly are cognizant of the voyeurs in our midst, or oblivious to their presence.

My personal experience is that I’m almost always at least partly aware of the eyes of the crowd, and yes, it enhances the experience for me. I’ve experienced this same dual awareness while dancing, and I can trace that back to my childhood.

(You know the little toddler who performs every time a camera is pointed in her direction? Yes, that was me.)

I enjoy this aspect of public play. I enjoy the feeling I get from knowing I may be providing entertainment to anyone watching. It’s a heady feeling; a satisfying form of service, I suppose.

I’m also someone who has a history of taking themselves far too seriously, and this kind of humiliation, brought on by perceived indignity of my position, is a great way to force me to lighten up.

I’m pretty sure this is not the same for everyone but it’s certainly my experience.

Of course this can mean that I’m not fully focused on my partner. I may be responding to his actions, to his words, and to his intents but not completely lost in him. A heady feeling I adore.

Mind you, I never knew a good dominant who couldn’t yank me back to focus with a well aimed blow, or a good drag of his fist through my hair…and I rarely notice the audience when I have a shiny sharp knife anywhere near my skin.

Interestingly enough, I’ve never thought to ask my play partners whether they’re aware that my attention is being split between them and the audience, and how they feel about that. After all, bottoms aren’t the only exhibitionists out there. I know a few dominants who love to draw attention to their skill and prowess.

Just of the edification of the newcomers in their midst, of course!!

::insert tongue firmly into cheek::

Still, now that I think about it, it would be an interesting conversation to have after my next public scene.

Food for thought.