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 Continue reading GFA Reflections
Curiosity is my own worst best enemy friend in kink. I say no out of habit to new things if they seem scary. But if it is someone I know, like, trust, enjoy, I never stop there. My brain processes Continue reading Pain in Joy
Pack a bag, put in at least four hanks of rope and three toys you want to play with tonight. I picked the toy bag without the shoulder strap because it was easier to empty out and refill than the Continue reading Naked in the Woods with a Flogger
And sometimes, I need for him to take care of me, when I’m striving too hard to take care of him. As per the last post, I was stressing myself out massively over the events this weekend, and more. I Continue reading His Care
MP&C is getting back into the swing of things. We’ve had a few weeks of really good numbers <knock, knock> this month. Getting people in from WW, from FFF, from Meetup (change your password if you use this site), from Continue reading Back in the Swing
He decided we should play on Saturday. I’d offered on Friday, but we were all much too busy with the crowd. He walked up to where I was sitting, and slapped me. I gasped and gazed up at him, and Continue reading Fun Times Don’t Have to be Big
A different needles experience this year. After the con was over, back at our own place. Rounding out the weekend, with what we could not do there. I was the most experienced receiver in the room. One had done none, Continue reading A Learning Experience
It started in the social area. Friends with a stun baton. She’s negotiating, afraid. Wants to see someone else be hit with it first. He of course, volunteers me. Zapping my leg, making me scream and squirm away, and scream Continue reading Scened All Night
The night started out fairly normal. I’d asked to spend time bootblacking, and he’d even brought an extra pair of boots. He was wearing his new knee-high boots, still fresh and mostly clean. I I just did a basic saddle-soap Continue reading The Best Scene I Couldn’t Ask For
A year ago, I traded 11 needles for 3 Cheddar Bay Biscuits at dinner. Due to circumstances beyond our control (and even our imagination), those needles were not paid. During the past year, he kept teasing me about the interest Continue reading 11 Needles Plus Interest