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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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Tailgating Part III

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He stood, turned to her with a devilish look in his eyes and said, “I never said we were leaving.” She could not help wondering, what was he up to? That was about all she had time to think as he grabbed her by the waist, spun her around to face the tailgate and commanded, “Bend over, put your hands out flat in front of you and close your eyes. And you BETTER keep them closed!”
She did EXACTLY what he directed and responded with a soft, “Yes, Sir.” He started moving all around her and talking.
“I went shopping today. I have a few new things I would like to introduce to you.” She heard him unzipping a bag. He continued, “You know what this is, don’t you?” as he placed something into her out-stretched hands.
“Yes,” she replied. “This is the wonderful leather rope you wrapped around me a few nights ago.”
“That’s correct. And I know you recognize these.”
“Yes” she responded shakily, with her eyes still closed, as he placed the cold metal handcuffs into her hand. She knew them very well. They were quick-release cuffs, and she had almost mastered escaping from them.
“Now, you won’t recognize these, because you have never seen them before, but I bet you can guess what they are. They are much heavier than the others and you WON’T be getting out of these.”
She almost couldn’t breathe as he place another set of handcuffs into her hand. They were MUCH heavier than the others, and she had no idea how these worked. She began trembling harder.
“Now, we need to see just how well built these Tundras are.” He first grabbed her right wrist and stretched it out to the side. She felt the click of a set of handcuffs on her wrist, quickly followed by another click to a metal object, which happened to be where the tailgate latched. The same sequence followed to the left. She was now stretched, arms secured out to each side of the truck, and bent at the waist over the tailgate. She was completely unable to move.
“I bought a new toy for myself today. Would you like to guess what it is?” he said as she felt a cool piece of leather glide across her cheek. It was followed by a long, slow trip down her back, coming to a rest across her ass. She instantly knew EXACTLY what it was. Sir had bought a riding crop! In one swift move, her pants were down around her snow boots. She was out in the cold night air, bare assed and gasping for breath.
The sudden sting of the leather across her ass was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was sharp, intense, and much more localized than any of her previous spankings. It sent an instant electric surge straight to her core and clit. After several biting stings, Sir said, “Yes. This will do very nicely, but I will have to be very careful with it. I could do some serious damage if I were to get carried away. I will need a little more practice. This is enough of an introduction for tonight. Good thing this isn’t all I brought.”
She heard more rustling and suddenly felt the familiar thrust of their wooden Manzanita toy into her dripping wet pussy. Sir pounded her with such force and aggression that within mere moments she was coming. Seconds later, as he continued his assault, she felt a gush from her pussy that sent streams of fluid running down her bare thighs, soaking into her jeans still wrapped around her ankles.
“Now that is EXACTLY what I wanted,” he said with an air of joy and satisfaction in his voice. Sir went into the truck and returned with a towel to dry her wet legs and pussy. He then pulled up her pants, released her hands from the cuffs, and told her she could open her eyes. There was NO WAY she could possibly have supported herself on her weak legs, so she just remained bent over the tailgate.
After some time, and with the support of Sir, she was able to stand on her own. She looked into his loving face and asked, “Please Sir, may I take care of you now?”
He softly caressed her cheek, kissed her and said, “Not now, but you will. You are shivering and I want to take you home and FUCK you because you are my Fuck Girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. I am YOUR Fuck Girl.”
She hadn’t even noticed, but suddenly she was shivering. Sir placed her in the cab of the truck and turned the heat on high. He quickly loaded everything into the back, and they set off for home.
As they drove in the silence of the snow, she felt overwhelming emotion wash over her. Sir must have sensed it and asked, “Are you alright, my love?” The tears came streaming down her face as she caught her breath to reply. “No, Sir. I am not alright. I am so much more than alright. I never thought that I would ever feel this kind of love, devotion, connection and bliss. Thank you for giving me that. I LOVE YOU.”
They rode home holding hands and finished the most perfect night at home, in their bedroom, with Sir’s cum dripping from her smiling face.

Twelve Days of Christmas-Day Twelve

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Today my Dear,
On day twelve,
I give to you,
A wicked delve.

Into a world,
Of pain and pleasure,
Where we both will find,
Life’s true treasure.

Twelve Days of Christmas-Day Eleven

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Today my Dear,
On day eleven,
I give to You,
A new possession.

A leather leash and collar,
with me on all fours,
To show the world,
That I am Yours.

Twelve Days of Christmas-Day Ten

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Today my Dear,
On day ten,
I give to You,
A lurid amen.

Pray to God, Allah,
Or venerate whomever You prefer.
Tonight I kneel to You,
Worship and serve You Sir.

Twelve Days of Christmas-Day Two

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Today my Dear,
On day two,
I give to You,
A new stick of bamboo.

Use it to leave a line.
Use it as You desire.
Use it to draw blood,
Make my skin burn like a wildfire.

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 IV

Blog Post-11-9-2017-October Sun Part IV

“Are you going to fuck me with that?  Would…..you……..please……fuck me with tha……OH!” She gasped as the handle slid easily up inside her, and stopped.  “Oh, oh, oh….HOLY SHIT!” was all she could manage. She felt it withdrawing slowly, while at the same time one of his hands gripped her left hip.

“Brace yourself” he said in her left ear, as the handle rammed home again.  He began plunging the handle into her in a delicious rhythm, his fist clenched around the shaft slapping into her ass.  Every 4th or 5th stroke, he would withdraw it completely and slide it between her lips, over her clit, before pulling back and thrusting it home again.  Her body wracked with shivers and electric pulses.  She used the log to push herself forcefully back against his thrusts, until she felt as if any moment she would burst into flame.  He sensed she was close, and his hand suddenly left her hip, appearing seconds later between her legs, fingering her button.  He was only able to make 3 quick circles across it, when she exploded into orgasm, clenching her legs tightly around the handle, gripping the log forcefully.

When her spasms began to subside, she felt the handle slide from within her, and his left hand move from her clit back to her hip.  “Oh….” She moaned as she felt the handle leave. “It felt so good…..to be……full.”  Suddenly she felt his right hand on her other hip, and saw the handle hit the ground at her feet.  She gasped as he pulled her hips hard toward him, and was immediately full again.  Only this time, she knew it had to be his cock.  It was hot, hotter than the handle had been, and felt easily as big.  Hell, maybe bigger.  It felt sooo good….she began to push back against him in a slow rhythm.

He grasped her hips, stopped her rocking, and spoke for the first time since he had told her to brace herself. “I have one more thing I’d like to give you.  May I give to you right in the middle of your back?” The way he asked, so politely, like asking for a cookie, drove her wild.

“Please” she said fervently, “pul-leeeeeezzzzz!” as he began pulling her sharply against his hips in an ever quickening rhythm.  Her eyes, which until now had been clenched tightly closed, flew open as she swore he grew larger inside of her.  “OH….MY…..GOD!” she yelled as he suddenly withdrew and spilled hot and wet across her back. The first spurt shot between her shoulder blades nearly to her neck, while the remainder trailed down to a pool at the small of her back.  His grip on her hips relaxed as his rough hands rubbed his offering into the skin of her back.  She leaned her head on the log, between her hands, asking herself if what had just happened had just fucking really happened.  Her back was dry and smooth, when he straightened her and turned her around to look at him.  His eyes were piercing, green, and smiling.

“You” he began as he held her by the shoulders “now know the power of the October sun.  Why don’t you get dressed, and we’ll finish caching the gear, and maybe we can take a walk in the woods.  I can tell you what I know about elk.”

She smiled back at him and leaned against the fir log.  “If you don’t mind” she said “I’d like to just stand for a moment and let the sun warm my back.”

“Of course” he replied as he cinched down his leather belt after putting himself away.  “Take your sweet time.  October sun will turn cold here any day now.  Best savor it.”  With that, he left her there smiling in a pool of her clothing, as he walked toward the truck to finish the task at hand.

The End

The coals of the campfire glowed a dull October orange as he finished his story.  His wife turned her head to look at him.  “Well” he asked “what do you think?”

She reached around behind his neck, and pulled his lips toward hers, stopping just short of the sensual kiss he had hoped was coming.  “You” she breathed almost inaudibly “need to fuck me right now.  And tomorrow, we’re going shopping for a shovel!”

The REAL End 😉

Story written by Professor

I Stand Teetering

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I stand teetering on the edge of sanity
Take me into your darkness
Allow me to fall into your abyss

Show me the your malicious light
As you extinguish my innocence
And light me on fire

Lead me
Use me
Manipulate me

Mark me deep and permanent
With your unseen curse
And damage me forever

 

I AM EVERYTHING!

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I am Submissive,
Amenable,
Compliant,
Obedient,
Acquiescent,
Dutiful,
Obliging,
Surrendering,
Yielding,
Subordinate,
Disciplined,
Controllable,
Meek,
And Teachable,

I am Generous,
Unselfish,
Lavish,
Benevolent,
Kind,
Adoring,
Affectionate,
Devoted
Tender,
Considerate,
Doting,
Ardent
Impassioned,
And Amorous.

I am Wild,
Feral,
Savage,
Untamed,
Uncontrolled,
Brutal,
Bestial,
Unbroken,
Dark,
Obscene,
Depraved
Unprincipled
Naughty
And Wretched.

I am Insatiable,
Unappeasable,
Inextinguishable,
Quenchless,
Unslakable,
Rapacious,
Ravenous,
Voracious,
Demanding,
Exigent,
Insistent,
Clamorous,
Urgent,
And Yearning.

I am EVERYTHING!

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