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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!

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

From the archives of No Limits:

i have to say…there are people who are probably just naturally lucky. Unfortunately, i am not one of those people. Never have been…never will be. i know this…i accept this…i move on. Never was this more evident than on this day…this moment…

“Get a coin bitch!” Sir orders

“Yes Sir” i answer

i run to the coin bowl, and grab the first coin…a nickel. i bring the nickel back to Sir.

“Here are the rules cunt…I am going to flip the coin and you will guess how it lands. If you are right, you get an orgasm. If you get it wrong you will get your cunt whipped 20 times for each time you get it wrong.”

Now, let’s refer back to paragraph one of this entry. What does this mean…not only am i screwed…i am just plain fucked. i have a ‘fiddy fiddy’ chance of getting this right. How hard could that be.

“Heads or Tails cunt” Sir demands

“Heads Sir” slave answers

“Oh slave…i’m sorry, but it’s tails. Get on Your back cunt, legs up and hold Your ankles apart.”

“Yes Sir”

The crop connected with my cunt 20 times. i believe they were 20 hard strokes, but i believe that He would probably say differently. It didn’t take long for the tears to start flowing. It didn’t take long to begin the process of dancing an intimate dance with subspace. When 20 strokes was over, He allowed just a few brief moments for me to calm down, before i heard it again…

“Heads or tails bitch”.

“Heads Sir” i really thought that maybe if i kept the same answer, that, certainly it would be heads.

i watched the coin hit the bed…i saw Monticello, Mr. Jefferson’s home, and felt my heart sank. i laid back on the bed, and this time, He helped me out by clipping my wrist cuffs to my ankle cuffs (thank You Sir). i had endured 20 slaps with the crop already, so, obviously my cunt was already extremely sensitive. All i needed was that 21 slap, and i knew that i was in trouble. i think it was probably around number 30 that i felt Him smack my legs apart as i was closing them. Finally, He finished number 40, and i was an absolute mess.

Score: Owner = 2, slave = 0.

“Okay cunt…I’m rooting for you this time…Heads or Tails”

Would anyone like to wager a guess on what i picked?

“Heads Sir”…oh come ON…it could NOT have been tails 3 times in a row.

OH yes it could. i think even Sir felt bad that i kept getting it wrong. He didn’t even have to say anything, the second i saw Jefferson’s house…AGAIN…i immediately took my position, and awaited the next 20. Can you imagine my shock and surprise when it wasn’t the crop that was whipping my cunt…but that quirt.

i have to admit…by this point, there were no tears…and frankly, i was just PISSED. i took my 20 lashes with that quirt, without one tear, and a tremendous amount of anger. i wasn’t angry at Sir…that wouldn’t bode well for me…and frankly, i was already in a bad position. i was gone…i was in that place…where the tears wouldn’t come…even if i wanted them to. It was hard enough to take the pain of the crop on my cunt, but feeling that quirt…those two thin strands of leather, whipping my already terribly sensitive cunt, i thought, would have sent me into this insane state of pain…i think i had just resigned myself to absorb the pain that He wished to give to me.

He took a moment, after the 60th connection with my cunt. Maybe He felt i needed a break…maybe He thought that 20 lashes with the quirt not eliciting a single tear…or a single scream, or a single sob that maybe taking a moment would get me comfortable in the idea that maybe He was done with me. Perhaps, His arm was tired from swinging 60 times. i can only speculate…of course, what i REALLY think is that He was mind fucking me. Give the slave a moment to get her bearings…whisper in her ear that this can go on for the full 2 hours as He had planned…but make me think, just for a second, that He felt sorry for me.

We actually snuggled and cuddled for a few moments. It was just quiet time for us, and after several moments, i just said “Tails Sir”. i think He was surprised that i was ‘offering’ this to Him, rather than waiting for Him to ask me to pick a side.

i didn’t look at the coin this time. i just laid on my back, and, honestly, got myself into position. It’s the newest Yoga pose…it’s called upward slave pose….you can work the opposing muscles after you spend some time in downward dog.

“Oh my slave…” i am thinking this can’t be good.

Can you imagine my surprise when Sir climbed between my spread legs, and started fucking His slave. Does anyone say that the ‘fourth time is the charm?’ Honestly, i would have thought the last thing i could have possibly even wanted was to be fucked after being whipped 60 times on my extremely sensitive and tender cunt. He fucked me hard…and after the initial ‘He has to be ripping my cunt off of my body’ searing pain was finished, i couldn’t get enough of Him. He came, He saw, He conquered. His slave…she just came.

Again, i danced an intimate dance with the pain and pleasure. Obviously, i am sure it is no surprise to anyone that my cunt hurt…but it also shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone just how much i love and crave having my cunt fucked.

Now isn’t that the BEST way to end the game? Of course not…but i was on a roll…3 bad, 1 good.

“Heads or Tails cunt!”

Now…let’s look at the history. He has flipped the coin 4 times. 4 times it has been ‘tails’. Of course…what would i answer…

“Tails Sir”

This time i looked. It was as if it was in slow motion…like you see on the tv show, where there is only 5 minutes left in the show, and something AMAZING is supposed to happen. It landed on the bed, and i saw Jefferson’s head. As my heart sank, i heard Him say that He didn’t flip it good enough, so He was going to do it again. YES! A reprieve.

As the “Chariots of Fire” theme started playing again, and the coin moved in slow motion, we watched intently. It was late, and dark, so we had only very dim light and as the coin hit the bed, and i saw Jefferson’s head again, i knew the ‘party was over’.

Do you remember, when you were kids, one way to torture another kid was to lick three fingers and slap someone’s skin with the wet fingers? Do you see where i am going with this? He took the crop, and started wailing on my cunt…which was soaked with cunt juice, so it just added the extra sting. Again, i was already past the tears…and i took whipping number 61-80 with no tears, no screams, just breathing through the connection of the leather against my already abused, extremely wet cunt.

i thought i was not a very lucky slave…after my reflections on this…i think i may be the luckiest slave around.

sufferintillsufferage

Why Women Should Vote

Claim: Article relates the plight of suffragists who were arrested for picketing the White House in 1917.

Status: True.

Example: [Collected on the Internet, August 2008]

WHY WOMEN SHOULD VOTE

This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago.

Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.

The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.

And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden’s blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of ‘obstructing sidewalk traffic.’

They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.

They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate,
Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

Thus unfolded the ‘Night of Terror’ on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson’s White House for the right to vote.

For weeks, the women’s only water came from an open pail. Their food — all of it colorless slop — was infested with worms.

When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.

So, refresh my memory. Some women won’t vote this year because — why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn’t matter? It’s raining?

Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO’s new movie ‘Iron Jawed Angels.’ It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.

All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.

My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women’s history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was **** with herself. ‘One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,’ she said. ‘What would those women think of the way I use, or don’t use, my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.’ The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her ‘all over again.’

HBO released the movie on video and DVD . I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn’t our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.

It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn’t make her crazy.

The doctor admonished the men: ‘Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.’

Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know.

We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party – remember to vote.

History is being made.

Additional information:
Tactics and Techniques of the National Woman’s Party Suffrage Campaign Tactics and Techniques of the National Woman’s Party Suffrage Campaign
(Library of Congress)
Last updated: 6 September 2008

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Sources Sources:

Adams, Katherine H. and Michael L. Keene. Alice Paul and the American Suffrage Campaign.
University of Illinois Press, 2007. ISBN 0-252-07471-8.

Lunardini, Christine A. From Equal Suffrage to Equal Rights: Alice Paul and the National Woman’s Party, 1910-1928.
New York University Press, 1986. ISBN 0-595-00055-X (pp. 104-122).

Stevens, Doris. Jailed for Freedom: American Women Win the Vote.
Troutdale, OR: NewSage Press, 1995. ISBN 0-939-16525-2.

[From snopes.com: Why Women Should Vote]

I know no one needs yet another post about how great this project is? I for one love it.

 When I was asked to take part, my first thought was, “this must be a mistake. I’m not a

blogger with a large following. I don’t on a regular write about sex, I have a weird sense of humor, most may not get. And I think there are times I bitch far too much about my plight to find quality in the quantity of persons of the “submissive” persuasion

 Most bloggers who I love to read are here, and some I haven’t come across. I could come here and read some great post and if I wanted more, which I usually do I could click the link to their blog. One stops shopping. Just in the few weeks I was fat with reading, I was reading so much that I could not find time to write. I would find myself reading and saying “oh, I could relate, I should write about that.” Or someone would spark something that I had been thinking about as well. Then it would get late and I’d get distracted reading the next post. It was a viscous circle.

Like George Jetson, I felt like “Jane get me off this crazy thing.”

 Then I realized it wasn’t the other bloggers who was the cause of my pain.

And like Jack Nicholas as the Joker, would say, “I have given a name to my pain.”

 And her name is Lady Evyl.

 I’ll try to think of something to write about worthy of this wonderful project.

As an aside if you like boxing and man on man? I just finished reading the Pugilist erotic boxing adventures. which was very hot.

 And for the record, I took this how evil are you quiz. The results are chilling.  But don’t believe everything you read.

 http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/