play parties

Random Kinky Stuff

· August 10, 2014 · masocast, Thoughts · , , , , · No Comments

-Sade and I went to the first play party we’ve been to in a while and it was such a great time.  Met some really great people, made some new friends and found some new guests for the podcast. Oh and I’ll be doing another big round of episodes again soon so if you’re game to go on via skype or in person (if you’re going to be or are in NYC that is), drop me an email.

TinaHorn2-Speaking of the podcast, a new episode with Tina Horn is now live, while you’re at it check out her podcast Why Are People Into That. It’s funny, smart and if you’ve ever wondered about the nuances of a kink you’re not into…or are into..this is a good one. Plus she’s funny as hell so that’s a big bonus.

-On another not-so-kinky podcast, 99percentinvisible, they covered the history of high heeled shoes in the episode Feet of Engineering.

-Lastly, if you’re not reading Dumb Domme you’re missing out on some of the most honest, heartbreaking, funny and..well fuck it’s some of the best writing on kink…no on relationships and life that I’ve ever read.

Boom

· February 22, 2013 · Events, Experiences · , , · 5 Comments

The pain rushes in and it forces my arms to lift my body off the ground, my feet tied wide and barely touching the floor.

She wants to hear me growl and I know I’m almost there. It’s not something I can just turn on though, it’s a place she needs to take me to. Playing in public makes it harder and easier to go there. Harder because I know others are watching but easier because I know the neighbors won’t hear. It’s a wash really and it doesn’t matter because I don’t have a choice.

Again and again she hits me and I’m at the point where time stops and all there is is pain My head feels warm and I don’t think this pain will ever stop and I’m not sure if I want it do.

There’s nothing for me to think about when she takes me here, my brain stops thinking of five thousand things at once like it usually does, it stops thinking entirely and I just exist.

For a moment she’s gone and changes implements. It gives me time to catch my breath. I wonder if anyone is watching us and I catch a glimpse of a guy out of my left eye, I turn my head away from him and she continues.

For a brief moment she stops everything to kiss me. It’s such a dramatic change from the passion of the pain to something more physically carnal. Then she goes back to beating me. I can feel a tear welling up. It’s not the pain but the dramatic change between the kiss and the pain and back to a kiss again. I don’t know how to process it and I can feel myself whimper.

I’m close to breaking completely and she stops. She strokes my back and it burns. She lets me down and I fall to the floor on my knees in front of her. She stands and holds my head close to her. I feel the warmth of her legs and I love her so much.

Everyone Else Disappears

· February 6, 2012 · Thoughts · , · 3 Comments

I’m writing this just moments after getting a good solid beating so bear that in mind.

There is a point when you are playing at a public party, a point where the world shifts and reality changes.  At first it’s a very small shift but then it widens to envelope everyone in the room but Sade and I.  It muffles them and makes them blurry while Sade becomes clearer to me.  Then there’s a different point. It’s just a little bit further but it’s where everyone in the room disappears.    A point where everyone else just fades away and Sade becomes the only person in the room.

Just another moment layer and that spot becomes bigger and she’s not just the only person in the room bit the only person in the universe.

For a moment it’s just us and there’s nothing better than that feeling.  For a moment there’s no work, no bills to pay or family members to worry about, politics to think about or anything in the universe but her.

It’s peaceful.

I’m sure anyone watching would disagree but it’s one of the few times when my mind isn’t thinking about anything. I don’t need to worry about waking the neighbors with my screams and she doesn’t need to bother them with loud cracks slaps and thuds.

It’s so peaceful, this place with her where there’s noting but us.

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