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The weeks preceding the
Houston PEP S&M Ball were not the easiest. Extensive oral surgery
had left me in a lot of pain (and not the good kind), highly medicated,
and quite frankly, bitchy. As a result i had fallen behind at work,
my kids were running amuck and my service to Sir had become less than
pleasing. After a bit of reality therapy, during which Sir indicated
His expectations, His belief in my ability to turn things around, and
His desire that Wwe all have an opportunity to attend the Ball, i decided
that i would regain control of myself. i returned to my dentist, weaned
myself off the painkillers, and i stopped feeling sorry for myself.
Months ago Sir suggested that i join the S&M Ball
volunteer committee. i dragged my feet and came up with a dozen excuses
as to why i couldn’t join. Eventually i sent an email to the committee
and waited for a response. When one did not come, i did not push. Finally
i had to admit that i was terrified to go out into the community again.
For several years i had been very visible in the Austin scene and around
the state as part of a couple. My identity had always been that of “sugar”
of “Leo and sugar.” i honestly did not know if i would be
received coolly because i now have a new name, and a new leather family.
With Sir’s support i was able to push through my fear and tried
again to contact the committee. Travis Sir assisted and suggested i
contact Carole, the HPEP Chairperson directly. i received a genuinely
warm response from Carole letting me know that my services were indeed
needed and desired. i attended the volunteer’s meeting at Tortuga’s
and was happy to see many familiar and friendly faces. i decided to
sign up for the 7 p.m. registration table shift on Friday night.
Now i was getting excited and i got permission to go shopping. i tend
to be the clothes whore and shopaholic of the family but i wanted some
company. epiphany was visiting, but she was not in the mood to shop.
sunshine was taking a nap and also passed. i was on my own. i went to
the Buffalo Exchange and to the Erotic Cabaret, both on Westheimer.
Of course i had no idea what i was looking for. i just knew i wanted
to be sexy and i wanted to make Sir proud. i returned home with a pout
and empty hands. Nothing on the dozens of racks seemed right. The next
day Sir informed me that sunshine and i would be going out shopping
again, this time to Dare Ware.
i crossed my fingers on the way, praying that i would
find something within my budget. When we arrived, sunshine pointed out
a hot pink PVC outfit in the window. i shook my head, no that wasn’t
it. We entered the store and i immediately went for the PVC, and then
the corsets. Neither rack was within budget. i spotted the sales rack
and decided to try my luck there. Meanwhile, sunshine found a variation
of a Japanese Geisha outfit in rich fuchsias she thought i’d like.
i found a corselet on the sales rack, and a sheer black mini. i heard
sunshine squeal and turned to find her waving a Little Red Riding Hood
dress, in red PVC of course. “That is you!” i squealed back.
We both went into the dressing room to try on our outfits. i couldn’t
get the little Japanese number over my hips, i decided i hated the corselet,
and growled a bit at the skirt. i refused to cry as i went back out
on the floor. As I was thumbing through several stripper type evening
gowns, i spotted a rack of floor length PVC skirts i must have missed.
My eyes rested upon a red mermaid style PVC skirt with a small train
in back. i picked it up and confirmed that it was my size. i tried it
on and knew without a doubt this was the one. i found a matching red
and black PVC halter top, shoes, and PVC evening gloves. Sunshine bought
the little red riding hood dress, some funky patent leather boots, and
i bought everything! You can probably guess whether i stayed under budget.
The week actually passed rather rapidly. portia arrived on Wednesday.
It is always a joy to have her home. portia has this infectious laugh
that can be heard throughout the house. she and i tend to work…and
play well together. Sir’s instructions were that all we girls pamper
ourselves in preparation for the weekend. On Thursday i got a manicure
and pedicure. On Friday i had a hair appointment. i decided to go with
a dramatic change, and got a weave put in that extended my shoulder
length hair to the small of my back. My stylist admitted thinking that
i were nuts when i told her to go buy the longest hair she could find.
But after the do was done, she conceded that my new mane suited me.
i enjoyed being able to whip my hair around like sunshine does with
her own beautiful long red tresses. i don’t think i ever heard
so many “oh my Gods” as when i walked into the house.
Because i was volunteering, i had to leave earlier
than everyone else. which meant less time for me to drop the kids off
at the sitter, treat Sir’s leathers, and get myself dressed. i
was also given the delightful task of placing portia in a bondage bra.
Now although i adore bondage, i am most used to being the subject and
not the rope mistress. Luckily, portia and i had practiced a few times
earlier that afternoon. Believe me, we did nothing to dispel the myth
that subs cannot Top. Not only did we manage to cut Sir’s rope
too short…a few times…we succeeded in tying one breast so
lopsided that portia’s left nipple was almost totally encased in
the rope. These shenanigans were topped only when the rope got caught
in portia’s braces. Hey! Haven’t you heard of tooth bondage??
Anyhow this was the real deal, and after only two tries, portia’s
beautiful breasts were being supported by a near perfect bondage bra.
i adore bondage for both its beauty and its truth. When i am bound there
is no escape, there is nothing but what is. i sighed after Sir gave
his seal of approval and then made the dash to dress myself and get
down to the International Ballroom.
When i arrived at the venue, i realized just how large
was the space. There weren’t many cars in the parking lot yet.
i went inside to find my station. I saw a table with envelopes set on
them and a woman came over and asked if I were here to work the table.
i nodded and Patrick, my shift buddy, came over to say he was also working.
The woman told us that one of the vendor’s had not arrived and
gave me their packet. After sitting at the wrong table for about ten
minutes..LOL… Patrick i realized we needed to be on the other side
of the facility. We were at the vendor’s registration table, and
we needed to be at the attendee’s table. As we walked over, i realized
that the space was as gargantuan on the inside as it appeared from the
parking lot. The Ballroom was huge and Ball staff was still setting
up the equipment. We took our seats and Troy explained our job including
giving pre-registered folks a refund because the cost of the event had
decreased. It was an honor to be trusted with such an important position.
After a while a steady stream of people began arriving at our table.
Most were just in from out of town, and had not yet changed into kinky
attire. Dozens of people from across the state and beyond were shocked
when they received cash along with their registration packet. i think
they were impressed by HPEP’s integrity. After an hour or so i
swiped Oour packet so i would be ready when Sir, sunshine and portia
arrived. The hour shift we signed up for ended up stretching well into
two. Neither of us minded. i had a blast greeting so many of my perv
friends. About halfway into my shift, i realized that Patrick and i
didn’t have our “staff” badges. i volunteered to retrieve
them from the staff area. By this time the ballroom’s transformation
was nearly complete. There were St. Andrews crosses and chain stations
placed along the room’s walls. i spied a medical examination table
(of which i would soon become intimately familiar) and several spanking
benches. Clay, the head dungeon master gave me our badges which resembled
press passes. i have to admit i felt pretty special to be included among
those responsible for making the Ball weekend such a success. i think
Patrick was as pleased as i to have his official badge.
Sir, sunshine and portia arrived at about the same
time as our replacements did. Although i was totally enjoying serving,
here was what i had been looking forward to for weeks. Spending time
out with Sir and my family. i wanted Sir to enjoy himself and was pleased
when He led us over to the vendor’s market. i think i was pointing
out the urethra sounds to a dismayed portia when i was tackled by one
of my dearest friends, blossom of blossom’s creations. We hadn’t
seen each other in an age. i was so glad she was vending throughout
the weekend. Sir was holding up something i thought looked like a small
version of those old-fashioned metal rabbit traps that Elmer Fudd used
to set for Bugs Bunny. i couldn’t fathom what it could be. i think
it took Sir a moment to realize that it was a jaw spreader…gawd
it looked positively evil! i hoped He decided to get one!
After chatting with blossom, Sir led us over to the
Leather in Exile booth where i helped sunshine try on some leather vests.
None of them fit properly, however we girls coaxed Sir into trying on
a beautiful leather hat that sat alone atop the rack of vests. Sir’s
trademark of sorts is his leather hat, which He has worn for many years.
My knees tend to go all rubbery when he puts it on, but for some reason
that new hat had Sir’s name on it. As soon as He placed it on his
head, sunshine and i sighed. It was a perfect fit in size and attitude.
It made Him look deliciously evil and i nearly dropped as He peered
at me from under the brim, which curves devilishly down a bit in front.
Sir agreed that the new hat suited Him. The purchase took a bit of time,
so i took the opportunity to use the restroom and find some beverages
for Uus. I was disappointed to discover that the only water and drinks
available were for sale at the bar. Mental note: carry cash in thigh
hi (i don’t wear bras). When i returned, the sale was complete
at last and Sir thought we should go take pictures outside with Sir
John and His girl, and Senko a young Dominant we are acquainted with
from the BDSM-Texas channel on mirc. We took several pictures with portia’s
digital camera and when Sir saw me shivering, He granted permission
to go indoors. “Go change,” He said. “Yes Sir,”
i replied and my heart beat a little faster.
It was time for two dollar ‘ho. i wore
a black Catherine Coatney minidress all evening, rather conservative
for me, despite the playful zipper that runs the dress’ entire
length. Should i be ashamed to admit that i felt more myself in the
slutty garb i squeezed into in one of the stalls in the ladies bathroom?
The red leather leotard fit me like a glove, four rows of chain hung
loose about my breasts just beneath the attached stiff PVC collar. The
black PVC hot pants cut way high on my thigh, arse flesh escaped despite
the ties that ran the length of each hip. Sir likes his sluts in thigh
hi stockings, and i did not disappoint him that night. The black sandals
were studded with chrome, and their three-inch chrome heels gave my
legs more length. One last look in the mirror, i flung my long tresses
and made my way back across the ballroom in search of Sir and the girls.
At first i couldn’t find them anywhere, so i figured they were
still taking pictures outside. i wondered how streetwalkers worked in
the wintertime. Brrr! It was freezing out there. No Sir, no sunshine,
no portia. As i entered the main ballroom, i finally saw Sir across
the room placing sunshine inside of a cage. Lucky girl! When i reached
Him, he whispered, “you look like you have your own street corner.”
His eyes bore into me and i stared right back. i love being His slut.
Sir turned his attentions to the lovely little red
riding sunshine who was now locked in the cage. Sir kissed her through
the bars and whispered to her. i adore watching Sir and sunshine play.
Whether it is an intense scene at the chain or a simple spanking, the
connection between them is powerful and very beautiful to watch. i am
always honored when Sir requests my assistance during a scene. He told
me to hold sunshine’s skirt and petticoats up and pull down her
frilly sissy panties. Sir used His hands to warm sunshine’s beautiful
bottom and then came His cane. i tried to control my desire, but after
all i was a two dolla ‘ho, and i couldn’t hide my arousal.
Sir told me to pull sunshine’s bloomers back up after tenderizing
her lovely flesh and then He released her. He then led us over to a
very authentic looking medical examination table. My breath quickened
for i knew he meant to put needles into me. my initial response is always
the same….in my mind i scream “No” but tonight i wanted
it more than anything…..
i tried to pretend i didn’t notice the growing
number of people gathering around. In reality i felt their eyes like
tiny lasers dancing on my skin. i cannot help that i am an exhibitionist,
nor do i wish to. i am alive when exposed for the slut that i am. Sir
knows this, for He ordered me on the table. “No, on your knees,”
He instructed as i mistakenly lay on my backside. i turned around and
jutted my round arse up to face the crowd. i didn’t expect this.
i should know better than to try to anticipate what Sir will do. i think
He enjoys keeping me a bit off balance. i am already beginning my ascension
as i hear Sir tell me to take down my shorts. i must have complied for
i soon felt his hand gently caressing my skin, and then in an instant
his palm exploding upon the very same surface. Such a deliciously cruel
contrast. Sir begins to spank me in earnest and my desire gains momentum.
“Look at you,” he whispers in my ear. “slut….they
are watching you fuck.” My hips seem almost disconnected from the
rest of me as they writhe and twist and buck. My mind screams “please
do not stop” but i piteously attempted to hold onto my dignity.
Though my hips rose to meet Sirs hand and my pussy began its drooling,
i did not wish to verbally acknowledge my plight. Sir finally ceased
spanking my arse, which was very much aflame. By now my mind was reeling.
the bright light, the sound of His voice, the stares…i was going
higher. i honestly don’t remember but i think i heard the swish
of Sir’s cane, or maybe he just kept spanking. Anyway, i knew what
He meant to abstract from me. “Do it. Let everyone see what a dirty
slut you are.” By the third lick or swat every nerve ending was
alive with need, Sir is training me to squirt on command so i bore down
and fucked the air and his cane/hand and really all those behind me
watching. Sir coaxed the cum straight out of me assuring me all the
while He was proud of my sluttiness. i trembled as the orgasm subsided.
Sir asked me if i were ready for His needles. i nodded, “Yes Daddy”
and begin to remove my clothing. i placed my feet in the stirrups and
Sir placed a blindfold on me. i am learning to adore needleplay, but
still i do not wish to watch. Sir began to clean my breasts with the
cool alcohol and i concentrated on my breathing. This was the fourth
time we’ve done needles, but still there is an element of terror.
The last time we did needleplay, i bled quite a bit. As i lay on the
cool table, i perversely thought that maybe i would bleed once more.
i had found the warmth of my blood trickling down my breast, spilling
along my ribcage, and finally pooling at my hip was surprisingly arousing.
Sir asked if i were ready, and again i responded yes Daddy. He began
to enter me. one by one he penetrated my tender breast flesh with his
tiny swords. i heard Him speaking to someone, probably portia, instructing
her in assisting Him. But i was now soaring, floating above everyone
and everything. i heard Sir checking in with me and i’m sure i
responded “yes Daddy,” but i cannot say for certain. i tried
to stay focused on the sensation of my endorphins doing their work,
however, i cannot help that i am a masochist. i couldn’t hide from
Daddy. He began manipulating the needles and my hips began to twitch.
He asked if i liked being on display, having people look right up my
cunt. All the while He’s tapping at the needles, threatening to
push them deeper. my thighs began to quiver and at last He gave me what
i needed, pain and permission. i don’t think i was capable of speech
at that point. i barely made a sound as Sir fondled my needles, but
i came hard. The needles seemed like a dozen little vibrators and that
night my entire body was a clit. Daddy warned me that it was time for
the removal, also known as the sting, for He must spray each tiny wound
with alcohol. i don’t remember feeling a thing, i just laid there
and road my high. i do recall feeling suddenly alone and reaching out
for Him. He was right there as always. Somehow I put back on two dolla
‘ho. portia or sunshine must have assisted. Daddy told me he was
very proud of me and i followed everyone over (i wanted to crawl) to
the chain station where portia’s bondage bra would be unveiled.
Sir had portia hold onto the dangling chain. sunshine
and i laid out His toys on a couple of chairs. i was still flying high,
and i doubt i was much help. i honestly do not remember their scene
at all. i do remember helping portia down to the waiting blanket and
wistfully stroking her with bunny fur. she babbled something to me and
i believe i babbled back. By this time, the party was in full swing.
my own headspace was enhanced by the sounds of screams, whip cracks
and spanks, and the sights of collars, leads, and bodies poured into
outrageous latex outfits. Soon after portia recovered a bit, Sir let
us know it was time to go. Wwe had the seminars to attend the next day,
and Wwe needed our rest. i changed out of two dolla ‘ho, and went
to pick up the kiddoes. i am sure i was smiling as i drifted off to
sleep.
RACE BANNON’S Master/slave Relationships
Sir said that Wwe could attend any workshops
Wwe wished. It is understandable that all four of us wanted to see Race
Bannon’s presentation on Master/slave Relationships. Race wrote
Learning the Ropes, one of the earlier introduction to S/M books. None
of us attended any of Race’s classes previously, nor had we met
him before. i am sincerely glad that i can now say that i have. Initially
Race struck me as a very genteel soul. He opened the session by giving
a bit of background, and admitting to us that years and years ago he
was the kind of Top that he now warns submissives about. i think the
entire room was impressed with his candor. Race is a 29 -year veteran
of the scene and has presented on a variety of BDSM topics to national
and local leather organizations as well as at professional psychological
conferences. He stressed that many M/s relationships operate under the
same dynamics as regular relationships. He offered what he called “High
level advice tips.”
They included:
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Don’t try to copy someone else’s M/s relationship and
make it your own. Make it your own from the start!
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Decide what level of reality threshold you are comfortable with
and work that out in the beginning of a relationship.
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There is no such thing as a cookie cutter Master or slave. Masters
and slaves are unique. i really loved hearing this from Race. So
often in the past i questioned my own slavehood or submission when
i was told by my own Master at the time “I wasn’t a real
slave because….x…y…z
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Make contracts a general guideline for the relationship, make them
short term and renegotiate frequently.
Race told us that many years ago,
he published an article in an S/M magazine that included one of the
first contracts for an S/M relationship. He learned months later that
people were just Xeroxing the contract and having submissives sign
them without consideration to the individual or the relationship.
This wasn’t one of Race’s proudest contributions to the
community, he said. i say that Race is doing a immeasurable service
by educating others about contracts and importance of developing a
distinctive relationship with another.
There were a few people in the audience who asked
interesting questions and posed various perspectives. Sir commented
several times and Race seemed to appreciate his insights. sunshine
and i were seated on the floor, dressed like twins in our boi attire:
blue jeans, our black Thunder in the Mountains (link to my thunder
piece or the thunder site?) tee shirt and combat boots. Race pointed
out that all M/s or D/s relationships have their own uniqueness. sunshine
and i were seated at Sir’s feet, while another submissive sat
in a chair by her Master’s side. There is no right and wrong,
only being true to yourself and your relationship. After the seminar,
Wwe got to thank Race for coming to Houston and sharing with Uus.
Sir spoke with Race about publishing, as He is looking ahead to when
his own manuscript is ready for printing. Race readily shared information
with Sir, suggesting that self-publishing might be the way to go,
as there are fewer publishers of kinky material these days. I kicked
myself for forgetting my copy of Learning the Ropes, but Race promised
He would sign it for me later. i excused myself so i could make it
to the little boi’s room before the next seminar.
Not to be continued
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