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Kinkfest Reflections

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(image from the internet of an event from the past, this year was MUCH larger)

Professor and I attended Kinkfest last weekend. We had never been before and were extremely excited to find out what it was all about. Of course, things didn’t begin as we had planned and we arrived later than we had expected, but we made it!

We weren’t able to attend any seminars the first day, so we used our time to wander the vendor area. I must admit, I had REALLY been looking forward to this. Seeing all the fun, new, and unusual objects displayed on tables was a total mind fantasy overload. Professor just laughed as I squealed at every new table and item I picked up to admire. I’m glad he was there to keep my splurges under control.

As this area closed up for the night, we returned to our hotel room to prepare for the evening in the dungeon. Never having been to anything like this, I must admit I was both excited and a bit apprehensive. Over dinner, we discussed how we were feeling and what our limits of the night were. I really wanted to explore and watch, and not feel the need to preform that night. Professor agreed and we went with only ourselves and our sense of wonder.

While we were enjoying our dinner, we overheard two ladies talking with a man at the bar. He was attending Kinkfest and the two ladies were sisters asking a million questions about the event. Professor and I laughed to ourselves at some of their questions of wonder. The man left and the two ladies continued talking about it. They came to the conclusion that they just never knew anybody that did those kind of things. I couldn’t help myself, so as we got up to leave, I walked over, said excuse “me but I couldn’t help but listen to your conversation and I GUARENTEE that you know someone that is kinky like that”. They responded with “REALLY? You think so?” I smiled, their eyes widened and asked, YOU? I again smiled and nodded my head yes, and we began a discussion of what BDSM, D/s and kink really is. It was a lot of fun and I feel like I was able to be a good ambassador.

The Dungeon was a HUGE space with every type and kind of equipment and area that you could imagine. There was great music and perfect lighting and a room full of kink in every form. The areas were divided by a perfect maze of red carpets that allowed us to flow through the room and take everything in.

Benches, tables, stools and chairs were scattered everywhere. There was a fenced area where whip play could safely be performed. The rigging and rope area allowed for several ties to easily occur simultaneously. There was a designated and plastic-lined area for blood play. Several matted areas were scattered around the room, some designated as aftercare-only areas, and others for wrestling and immobility play. There was a Baby play area with toys and blocks, and a corral for horse play and carriage rides. Really, if you wanted to watch it or do it, it was there.

The screams and moans were coming from every direction. There were cracks and slaps happening at an immeasurable rate. A smattering of laughter was mixed with a flooding of tears. It was a LOT to take in. We observed for several trips around the room and then returned to our hotel to rest for the next day.

We were up early to attend the first workshop. It was a wax play discussion. There were two speakers that had extensive experience and some wonderful suggestions that they demonstrated on their model. I especially loved the use of a 50/50 mixture of Crisco and coconut oil that they used as a preparation for the wax. It made the removal extremely easy without diminishing the experience or beautiful splatter designs. They answered every question that was asked, and then offered personal instruction if anyone desired it. We went up to see some of the equipment more closely, and I was able to have some wax applied to my arm with a paint brush, then removed with a butcher knife. I LOVED IT!!

Our discussion was over a bit early, so we slipped into another workshop already in progress about dealing with the pain. I found myself becoming a bit overwhelmed as we watched. The sub was describing how she was handling the pain being delivered. I appreciated that, but her eyes and words begging for him to stop was a bit too much for my already over-stimulated being, so we quietly slipped out.

We found ourselves with a few more minutes of free time and back at the vendor area. Professor ordered me the most beautiful black and purple leather ringed colla,r and I can’t wait for it to arrive. We were also able to find him a perfectly fit earthy green kilt. It’s comfortable, sexy as hell, and provides EASY access, a list of my favorite things.

Our next discussion was on pressure points for pain and pleasure. It was so informative and exceptionally fun because the speaker encouraged the audience to participate with him as he demonstrated. I found myself moaning and wincing in both forms of delivery. I left the entire seminar in a bit of a puddle.

We had several hours free so Professor and I left the event for a while and wandered the waterfront and Saturday Market nearby to relax and rest our minds. I loved sharing a vendor food lunch and taking in the sights while holding hands and feeling loved.

We returned to our room, rested and prepared for another night in the Dungeon. We attended a meet and greet at a nearby hotel, for attendees of the event. Couldn’t go out into the main area, because it was a cigar social, and the smoke is detrimental to my senses, so we sat inside and took in the event and conversations. We had planned on ordering dinner there, but the lines and wait were CRAZY long, so we eventually excused ourselves and drove down the road to HOOTERS, and grabbed a bite to eat. 

We had decided to take some equipment to play that night. We reentered the venue and decided to walk around first. I am 100% supportive of you doing whatever kink that turns you on as long as it’s safe, sane and consensual, but I came to a few conclusions about what is and isn’t for me. I was surprised that the Female Domme and male submissive seemed to far outnumber the opposite combination. While I have no problem with this, I now know more clearly that I am a submissive and have no desire to control Professor (I know he doesn’t desire that either). I am also sure that I am not into the role playing of babies and animals. They can completely get their kink on there, but I’m just not a diaper girl. Also, the blood play isn’t for me. I was intrigued to see it, since we have never played that way, but quickly learned that I could avoid that area just fine.

We stopped to watch some fairly intense scenes. Some were WAY more intense than anything I could ever handle. As we continued around, looking for a possible play space, I became extremely overwhelmed and broke into tears. Professor immediately pulled me aside and began taking care of me. Funny, we hadn’t done anything and I was suddenly in need of heavy aftercare, but luckily he recognized that and was able to re-center me. He held me, comforted me, loved me, and we talked.

We realized that while we had seen SO MUCH intensity, we hadn’t seen any real aftercare. I told him I saw the play, but hadn’t felt any of the love that I find so important. Instead of playing, we began walking around again looking for aftercare. We had watched a scene between an older couple where he was caning her bloody and almost unconscious. We came back around to where they had been playing just as he wrapped her unchained, limp body in a blanket and called for a chair to place her on. He sat her down and began gently giving her sips of water in between loving kisses on her forehead. When she could finally hold the water bottle herself, he scrambled over and grabbed her socks, kneeling down in front of her and kissing her before placing each one on, and giving a loving rub to her feet. I watched this happening and felt an overwhelming warmth washing over me. It was EXACTLY what I needed to experience.

Professor decided that we would not be playing and we returned to our hotel room where he did EXACTLY what he knew we needed and we eventually drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other, smiling and completely sated.

So, I don’t know that this will be a new yearly event, but I would absolutely go back. Next time, it will be with a little better understanding and a bit better prepared. Kink is very individualized and everyone needs to explore and find what does and doesn’t work for them. I’m incredibly blessed to be able to discover my limits with a partner who is open, loving, giving, understanding, and owns me heart, body and soul. Thank you Daddy.

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Twelve Days of Christmas-Day Four

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Today my Dear,
On day four,
I give to You,
Your dirty, wanton whore.

I want it rough
Dirty and full of smut.
In any and every way,
Make me Your slut.

Twelve Days of Christmas-Day Three

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Today my Dear,
On day three,
I give to You,
Me, down upon my knees.

Find me kneeling,
Waiting to serve.
To please and pleasure You,
Like You truly deserve.

Love Letters-My Birthday Gift

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When I arrived at my car, after a LONG day of work, on my Birthday, I found this in a nice little envelope on my driver’s seat. It was written by Professor on actual white Birch bark. It left me breathless. I’m a VERY LUCKY girl!

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Walk with me
Through the White Birch Woods
Lay for me on the moss-draped log
Remove your clothes for me, and lay touching the earth
Feel the sun strike your skin and your passion rise
Open yourself to me, and show me the sweet heaven
Where your sex resides

Gasp for me
As I plunge tongue to flesh and lap
Arch your back for me, as ecstasy unfolds in trembling body
And fists clench in cool, damp moss
Feel small for me, as you call forth the stream
Down your thigh and to the moss
Seeking its path to the winding river

Soar for me, beyond the limbs and white crowns
Free from the earthly tethers that hold you back and worry your mind
Until you reach the clouds above
Where I will grasp you, and pull you gently to me
Make you warm, and keep you safe

Walk with me
Through the White Birch Woods

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October Sun – Part II

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Thus she found herself at the edge of a 6’x5’ hole, three feet deep, watching him dig, on the first Saturday in October.  They had left early, in the dark, and arrived while the sun was still low, and the air decidedly chilly.  He paused from his digging, thrusting the shovel handle-first toward her.  “Rock bar, please” he said, and she grasped the shovel handle and leaned the rock bar toward him.  He worked the hard ground on the bottom of the pit, prying loose another layer of rock, deepening the pit by another four inches.  The sun had now risen above the trees, and the air was rapidly warming.  He paused to remove his sweatshirt, tossed it across a downed log, and resumed plunging the rock bar into the stubborn bottom of the pit.  Her core tingled ever so slightly as she began watching his arms move, as he raised and rapidly dropped the bar.  It was solid steel and heavy, but he moved it with apparent ease.  “Shovel please” he asked, and she took the rock bar from him and passed back the shovel.  He was cleaning the last of the dirt from the corner of the pit, when the shovel gave a loud CLANK against a melon-sized rock under the dirt.  Rather than ask for the rock bar again, he jammed the shovel under the corner of the rock and gave a hard downward tug.  With a sharp CRACK, the shovel handle parted, a long, angled break forming mid-handle.

“Fuck” he swore, followed by a quick “sorry” as he glanced at her.  Always the professional, she thought.  “Well, that’s what I get for being impatient” he said, eying the two broken pieces in his hands.

“Can you fix it?” she asked.

“Oh, I could strap it back together with some fiberglass tape, make it work for cleaning out the hole, but really, we’re done”.  As he spoke he was turning the upper part of the handle in his hands, eyeing it thoughtfully.  “Hickory…..hard as nails, and polished by hundreds of hours of handling.  I suppose I’ll find some use for this”.  He laid the two broken pieces of the shovel next to the pit, and climbed out.

It was then that she noticed that he was looking intently at her, in a direct way he never had before. There was a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.  “You’re still wearing your sweatshirt, and here I am down to my T” he said.

“You’ve been digging.  I’ve just been……..watching.” she said, smiling back at him slightly.  He studied her for a moment, then reached down and took her hand.  She tingled in response to his grasp, strong, confident, yet so unexpected.

“Do you know about the power of the October sun?” he asked. She stared directly into his eyes.

“No” she replied, and he pulled gently on her hand and said “Then let me show you”.

He led her just a few yards, through the tall yellow grass, to the edge of the ridge, where the slope dropped away sharply to the southeast.  A large dead fir had fallen and lay in front of them, suspended 4 feet from the ground. He stopped her, stepped behind her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. His grip was firm, guiding her to within arm’s reach of the fallen fir. “Close your eyes” he said “and tilt your face up to the sun.  Put your hands on the back of the log. Tell me what you feel”. She did as he instructed, and felt a slight shiver course through her.  She did not know where he was going with this, but she knew she wanted to find out.

“The sun…..it feels good on my face.  The log…..is still cold.”

“Now, slide your hands over the top of the log to the side away from you, slowly.  Tell me what you feel now.”  She moved her hands, gradually feeling the cold give way to warm, and then to nearly hot.

“North versus south aspect” she said smiling. “You taught us that in Forest Ecology.”

He laughed softly, still holding on to her shoulders. “Glad you remember something from then. Now, take off your sweatshirt.”  It was not a demand.  It was simply stated as if it were the next logical step.  He dropped his hands from her shoulders as she peeled the heavy hooded sweatshirt over her head.

She glanced back at him and asked “what next?” He gently placed his hands on the side of her face and turned it back toward the sun.

To be continued….

Story Written by Professor

SECURITY!!

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Professor and I are traveling. We are out of state, spending some time with my Bestie and her family!! After dropping our daughter off at camp, we made our way to the airport, excited to have a few days of relaxation and fun.

Being summer, the airports are almost always busy, but we were very pleased when we arrived and were able to quickly get us, and our bag, checked in. We decided to go ahead and get through security and then have a bite to eat before our flight. We were again very pleased to find the lines through security to be fairly short, so we jumped in line, rapidly made our way through the cattle maze and advanced into the security screening.

Shoes off, pockets emptied and bags going down the conveyor belt, I enter the scanner and assume the position. I am quickly and easily waved on through and focus on getting to our belongings, sitting on the end of the belt.

I look back to see Professor emerging from the scanner, but he is being pulled to the side. I hear the agent asking him if he would like to go to a private area for a full pat down. Professor and I both look confused, but he says, “No, just get it over with here. May I ask what the problem is?” The security guard firmly answers that the scanner picked up something in his right pocket and pant leg. Professor quickly pulls his pocket out of his denim shorts and shows that it is completely empty. Security still insist that they must check because there was an object detected. Professor tells him fine and the agent begins patting him down.

Using the back of his hand, he begins felling around his waist, proceeds down his hips, up the inside of his thighs and ends with a surprised, “Oh!” as he runs up the right front of Professors pants.

At this moment, I come to the realization that the scanner had picked up the bulge of Professors ENORMOUS penis down his right leg! He no longer wears underwear, so his junk often creeps down his leg. I have to admit that I almost wet myself laughing at this moment. Professor couldn’t help but smile and let out his own laugh as security waved him on.

So, my friends, we now have national security proof that I am one VERY LUCKY GIRL!!

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London

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OMGAWD!!!

What a WONDERFUL TRIP!!

Professor and I, our daughter and my mother just returned from an Amazing trip to London. Our first!

I won’t bore everyone with the details, but some of the highlights were:
The Tower of London
ALL the Beautiful Bridges
A fun Bus tour through all the Burroughs
The London Zoo
The Museum of Natural History
RADA (Royal Academy of Dramatic Art)
The Tate Modern
Shakespeare’s Globe Theater
And the Spectacular Rail systems they have in place.

Here are a few of the pictures we were lucky enough to capture.

 

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Beautiful Flight

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British Parliament

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Black-Capped Squirrel Monkey with its two week old baby clinging to its back.

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Big Ben

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Big Ben

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Shakespeare’s Globe Theater

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Artistic shot by my daughter of Hay’s Galleria, a former slip for tea ships.

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The Tower of London

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Tower Bridge

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LOVED this Place! It was only missing U!

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The Shard

Zip It!

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OMFGAWD!!
I DID IT!!
I CONQUERED THE ZIP LINE COURSE!!

For those who don’t know, this Bitch is TERRIFIED of heights. Always have been. Recently, since coming to terms with my own depression, and helping my daughter battle hers, I have decided to say “Fuck It” whenever possible, and practical. SO, this last weekend, when Professor and I went away for a much needed couple’s weekend, I planned a surprise. We went to a 5 line course near where we were staying. He couldn’t believe I was even going to attempt it, and actually, neither did I. This is where my new “Fuck It” attitude came into play.
As my knees knocked and my stomach tried desperately to purge itself of all contents, I suited up and did the first short zip. Our guides were AFUCKINGMAZING and helped me fly. It was easy and I was smiling when I reached the end.
We were informed that we had to have a Zip Call Name, so I quickly became Vixen. No surprise there.
The second zip wasn’t too bad either. A little higher and faster, but completely doable.
The third zip sent you even higher, further and ended up in a tree on a platform. I must admit I was beginning to shake even more, but I did it.
The fourth zip took you through the tree tops and was the longest yet. I had already come this far, so I flew again.
Now comes the fifth zip. That son of a bitch is 44 feet further than a quarter mile, and sails you way up over the tree tops. The picture above is actually of that run. I decided I wasn’t going to chicken out now, so I took a deep breath and jumped. My heart was racing even faster than I was whizzing along, but the views were spectacular, the wind in my face was glorious and as I arrived on the other side, Professor greeted me with a HUGE smile, hug, kiss and possibly a tear threatening to overflow. To see the pride on his face made every shaky moment TOTALLY worth it!
Would I do it again you ask? The answer is yes, but can’t say it’s something I plan on doing on any kind of regular basis. I conquered a fear that has held me back in the past. I still have fears, and probably always will, but from now on, sometimes, I’m just going to say “Fuck It” and Fly!!

Watch Out London…

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…Here I Come!!

We just booked our tickets to fly over for a quick family trip to London this summer! I’ve never been and my daughter is SO EXCITED!! It has been on her bucket list since second grade. She is a HUGE Shakespeare fan, has many of his pieces memorized and has always wanted to go see a play at the Globe. We surprised her with tickets to see Twelfth Night at the Globe and she is beside herself with excitement. We only get to stay for a short 5 days, so if anyone has any MUST DO suggestions, I would LOVE to hear them. We want to give her the biggest bang that we can during our short time there. Thanks for any and all help!

SERIOUSLY!!??

500 Follows!

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