A new kink con by first time organizers, and my first since the pandemic started. I didn’t post beforehand because it would have been all nerves and anticipation. There were a lot of people on the RSVP list, a lot of uncertainty around what it would all look and be like, and what I even wanted to do there.
The how was easier. My hotel room group all has different Friday schedules. So, I was invited to stay the night before with SF and his wife and ride with them to and from. Connection time before and after as I would be staying with and in service to Him for the weekend. I had made the hotel reservation and would be arriving first, so that was all smooth, too.
Arrival, check-in, and event registration was quick and easy. Opening ceremonies reminded us it was not a hotel takeover and to be respectful of the other guests outside our event space. Fortunately, there was a restroom area within the event space, so there weren’t any issues I saw occur with sharing the hotel with outside folk. As a first time con, or even at cons of any longevity, always things to improve or negotiate better next time, but I had a good experience this weekend, and am glad to have gone.
I attended four classes on Saturday and two on Sunday. I won’t share everything I learned, my notes aren’t detailed enough for that, but here are some of my take-aways. In reference to Dom-types being on the receiving end of a scene (emphasis mine): “Claim dominance by doing what You actually Want” – Lee Harrington. In a sensory deprivation class, remember that one constant input can be as useful as removing the sense (i.e. white noise, singular smell). When discussing fantasies, think about whether you are looking for dirty talk, a mind fuck, or a big production? Asymmetrical bondage isn’t just to mess with your partner, it’s also artistic. Spandex resists cutting by stretching, cotton generally cuts easily, but nylon will rip. That’s only five of the six, so I guess for the partial suspension class: work within the limitations of your partner, on both sides of the rope.
The more exciting part of kink cons is the dungeon and the scenes. Friday night we played in our hotel room, not being as sure of the crowded dungeon space. Also, there was a nice little writing desk and my outfit was the schoolgirl skirt and blouse. So, He bent me over the desk and beat my bare ass. He used hands and paddles, the bamboo wrapped in burlap, Mr. M’s butt hammer and other lovely wooden tools, Vanderkin’s leather cocks, and decorated all the deep bruises with His whip.
A delicious and heady scene. Me not knowing yet how much of the hotel is vanilla guests and trying to keep quiet. Him doing His best to make me squeal, squeak, and shout. Me trying to stay bent over the desk, but still jumping or straightening with every sharp sting. Him holding me down so he could go to town with one of the shorter Mr. M tools or count me to orgasm. The Are You Ready and the Yes Sir and the swearing, squeaks, and muffled shrieks. The trouble with elbows, shoulders, and hips keeping me squirming and shifting even when no blows were landing, but always returning to bent over and skirt up.
A very red and purple ass in the end. Ready to be proudly shown off back down in the con space. A reminder all weekend, every step I took, every time I sat. Every time someone asked to poke it. Of Him and our scene together.
The other scene that night was not mine, but delicious nonetheless. Second night was two scenes in the dungeon proper.
Starting the night with SF. We wanted a close up scene on a mat: energy, teeth, and claws. The close quarters in the dungeon meant he brought only our knives and his grippy gloves. We found a small open mat, big enough for the two of us, and set to claiming it. Which was tricky in the busy space, people crowding close and walking over it. But we both used to public play and crowded spaces, made it work.
We started with connecting kisses and pressing head and bodies together. Slowly stripping off shirts, as hands roamed skin. Teeth to bring me fully out of my head and to him. Down to sit, facing each other, blocking out the room and the people. Locked in with eyes, hands, mouths. Pushing me onto my back, to explore my reactions as the knives danced across my skin. Shivering and writhing beneath his body and his touch. The gloves, to grip tight, to run sharp sensation over my skin. Growls in my ear, teeth on my skin.
Sitting up with SF’s arms wrapped around me. The growling whisper in my ear that he is claiming me with his teeth, and nails, and energy. In these moments, I am his. Skin to skin, lips to lips, heart to heart.
Hands and knives exploring further, but the skirt is in the way. SF lays me back again, pulling it off, and returning to my thighs. Leaving the stockings and garters in place. Sinking his teeth into delicate flesh, a hand gripping tight, as I moan and squeal beneath his touch. The gloves digging into tender thighs and hips, my hands in his hair as he bites and kisses, pushing me higher.
The gloves gone again, his fingers stroking me to orgasm. Do you like this? Yes. Then come for me. And I do, now my nails in his skin, mouth on his. Good girl. Thank you.
Holding me, helping me sit up. Heads still together, hands touching skin, lips seeking each other. The energy ebbing, but connected, vibrating softly now. As we dress and clean up. Tight hugs, one more kiss, and part for the rest of our night apart.
My final scene for the weekend was a delightful surprise, and not the one we planned. Cons being what they are, things are fluid and timings don’t always work out. And sometimes there is room for the unexpected.
While waiting on a different scene, a suspension rig came available for He and I to try out His new Suspension Bar from Twisted Monk. As we were using a tripod rig, this a a great place to test it out. Circumstance set the bar lower than our usual ring, so He ended up doing the up lines from me being on the ground. Sitting down to tie up the chest line, and then I raised my hips up for the waist and thigh line. Held myself flat to add an ankle line, and I was floating.
The bar was great, making for an nice flat out suspension with more straight vertical lift than diagonal pressure to a single point. With how low it hung to get the full stack including spinner, He didn’t even have to do much lifting at all. I got to hang and float, rock and gently spin. He could sit or lay and mess with me all He wanted. The tripod made it hard to turn 360, but my aged inner ear was glad of that. I had a really nice float with Him. Looking forward to trying the bar again.
Final thoughts. I had lovely time at the con. it was good to be in service to him at an event again. To kneel for him, bootblack for him, to take care of him as I could. It was good to share that space with another of his play partners and enjoy time together that we haven’t in many months. I enjoyed the classes, and picking up tidbits from each one. I enjoyed spending time with friends outside our normal venues. And getting to connect with both my partners in our own unique ways.
