Monday, August 31, 2015

Sunday Weigh Ins

I am still doing these.  They were a little irregular last month due to the vacations we took, but still, almost every Sunday, or close to it, I was stepping on the scale and my weight stayed exactly the same.  Until this week, when I'd gained 1 pound.  A measly pound. I'm blaming bloating.  But anyway, I'm getting punishments every day, and I'm putting a lot more effort into making sure I get my walks in.  Yesterday, three miles with Master, and today, two miles alone and then two miles with him.  I also had housecleaning, yard clean up, shopping, two beginning of school events to attend with the kids, a stop at the bank, laundry and some work on the computer.  It wasn't a bad day, though.  I got everything done.  The older kid actually offered to make dinner (hamburgers) for us while I was out, which was really nice, coming home to dinner ready to eat.  All I had to do was make a salad and, of course, serve Master his food.  

Sunday, August 30, 2015

The Back of His Hand

He does that one thing that leaves me fixated for days.  It keeps coming back to me.  It hurts, or frightens, or both.  It says love to me. It is love to me. It must have to do with the fetishization of power and control.  

The other night during some rough sex he backhanded me hard enough to smush my nose and drive my lips into my teeth.  It felt significantly different than his regular, front of the hand, face slaps, and it left me smarting.

I can't get it out of my head, how surprising and sudden and painful it was.  And how hot.  Yum. 

 I love him so, how he owns and controls me, how much he loves me, how he can be so tender and yet so hard.  

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Pet Agility, Librarian Field Trip, And More Feels

Ever since I heard they were planning a human pet agility course at camp, I was interested in watching.  Puppy play is not something we do much, except for that one time. I wrote about it here.

When I saw people gathering around the course from our campsite I asked if we could go and Master said yes.  When we got there I was still on the fence about actually wanting to do it.  Master motioned me down to the ground on the puppy mat I had brought and put my leash on. 

Then someone offered me knee pads to use and I was ready.  I had to crawl through a tunnel, jump over jumps and through a hoop and do weave poles.  You may not know that for several years I trained actual dogs to run agility, so I've been on the handling end many times.  Never on the dog end though.  When I came out of the tunnel I thought I'd have a little fun with it, and do like I've seen real dogs on the course do many times.  I stopped and waved at the crowd, then ran off to sniff a tree.   Master smacked me on the butt and told me to get back on the course.  (He would have been SOOO disqualified in a real dog agility trial!).   It was hilarious and fun.  

The other fun and brand new experience for us on Saturday was a field trip to the neighboring campground where they were holding a Mr. Leather contest.  Normally, once we get to Tryst we never leave the "Tryst World" for the entire 3 or 4 days.  But this time was an exception. It was within walking distance, and while it wasn't exactly "us" it wasn't exactly different than us either.  Many of them (up to 100? went the rumors) had come to the Leather Bar Friday night, a very special deal for all of us, I think.  If you are on Fet, this is all that was posted about the contest:

Someone over there had dubbed us "The Librarians", I guess to be a code word for whatever we are.   So it became the Librarians Field Trip, with a whole group of us passing behind the large curtains painted with DMZ, traipsing over to watch the contest.  

So many sexy dudes there :).  And all wearing hot leather gear.  Some of us (ahem) were getting over excited by this.  I know statistically speaking, some of them were very probably bisexual... but anyway, I'm digressing.  It was fun, and hot, and I didn't even come close to guessing the winner.  

Here is some more information on the larger contest:

We arrived back at camp just in time to see the bonfire being lit.  The drums were beating a compelling rhythm and it didn't take long before I was dancing around the fire, with only a little push from Master.   I wasn't the only one dancing and circling the fire.   Neither of us had the sexual energy at this burn, so unlike other years, we didn't fuck beside the fire.  Instead, we headed off to the dungeon where Master had a flogging date with a pretty girl.  I watched all that was going on- many scenes were happening all around me.  

After his scene we began to plan more fun with our friend Elaine, who is a transgendered woman.  It would be a double bondage binding on the cross, with her back to the cross and my back to her. My front exposed. 

Elaine's arms were tied up in a new improved tie that Master had just learned in rope class that day, so the more she struggled the tighter it got and she found escape impossible (and this is for a semi-pro escape eel!).  My hands were tied back using cuffs and leather straps to the cross eyebolts, so we weren't going anywhere. 

I was really not feeling very masochistic any more, with my back  stinging, but once I was all tied up Master wanted to beat me. He can always do as he likes with me.  He punched my thighs after I said they were one part that didn't hurt yet.  Then whipped me with his belt and floggers.  He did some knife play, which was really hot. 

After it was done, we went and sat by the bonfire, watching it burn until late into the night.  Master was talking with people about naval treaties again, and I was just zoning out staring at fire. 

Sunday we managed to pack up our tent and campsite before heavy rainstorms struck  (I needed some prodding from him to get moving).  

Closing ceremonies were emotional as always, and I broke down and cried- twice- from the bittersweet feelings it brought out.  Master held me as we swayed to the music.  This is our Tribe, our friends, our people, and some of them we won't see until next year.  Some live closer, but even then, it might be months until next time.

One Tribe , THE camp song played at opening and closing.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Lollipops, Sanctuary, Choking and Whips (Saturday)

Saturday morning begins with sex, and the search for coffee.

  This year there was a fantastic person who volunteered to make coffee, the fancy gourmet kind, for anyone that showed up.  He accepted tips to pay for more beans, but didn't charge if you didn't have money.   Master told me what kind of coffee I was getting, called me "it" and told me what to say. I was wearing my collar, leash, cuffs, nothing else.  It was rather delicious, like the coffee.  

When I had coffee and Master had tea (we brought it from home, just hot water was needed), we ran into Fetishep, who was giving out lollipops.  Not the kind you eat, the kind that is made of leather, hurts and leaves a nice swirled circle pattern on skin.  The previous day, at the kinky icebreaker, Master had asked if he could give me some marks while singing the Lollipop guild song from the Wizard of Oz.  The first time Shep raised the implement I shrank back out of the way, so Master stood behind me and held my arms behind my back.  The lollipop looked like it was really going to hurt, and it did, but in a good way.  The marks were really cool too.  I still have a faint one above my right breast.  

From there, Master led me into the dungeon.  He'd brought his book and was hoping for some quiet reading time with me in the big cage, but we quickly remembered that the cage was at the leather bar now, across camp from us.  So instead he told me to grab the cross and he began beating me.  This was a surprise! But not an unwelcome one.  I think this was when I got the big ass bruise right in my butt crack. From his belt. Ow, that hurt.  He turned me around to face him and brought out his knife, running it over my neck and body, scratching me lightly.  He told me he was going to cut me.  I worried that we weren't in the blood/medical area.  He stabbed me with what turned out to be his credit card.  Then he made me think, for only a second, that he'd brought along an electrical zapper.   I wasn't fooled for long. Really! I wasn't! much...

Master used his belt on my front, and the floggers and whip also.  I was so delighted and grateful afterward when he told me "Remember you belong to me, this is a reminder".  

Of course I do, always.


Imagine a sun dappled woods, distant from other campers, a teepee strewn with red and earth tone blankets and pillows, the floor carpeted.  A wooden mat leads to the door.  A couple of people sitting still in silent meditation.  Along one side is a metal dog cage covered with red scarves.  Inside the cage is a white fluffy blanket.

This is the Sanctuary.

Master has been leading me on a chain leash since our scene at the dungeon, and once inside the tent he removes it, tells me to take off my shoes and get in the cage.  I do, and I ask if I can bring my coffee in with me.  He says yes.  A slave/pet in a cage with coffee, what could be better?

 He settles down beside the cage to read his book. I lie for a long time looking around the tent, watching the patterns of sun and leaves on the roof, then finally close my eyes and just exist.  It is extraordinarily relaxing.  I'm curled up, because the cage is a tight fit for one small person, but not uncomfortable thanks to the blanket.  I'm naked of course, except for collar and cuffs. I'm usually naked at camp if the weather is warm, on Master's orders. 
 I carry a towel or cloth around with me to sit on furniture.   After a long time, but before I'm completely cramped and stiff, he lets me out, replaces my leash, and we head down to the taxi pick up point, finding a friend to chat with while we wait.   Camp comes with golf cart driving taxi volunteers so you don't have to walk everywhere if you don't want to.  Luxury!


I had never been choked out, or choked to the point of falling down before.  Last year at Tryst, Travis would have done it but my Master veto'd all breath play.  This year, he told Travis it would be ok.  

We met by the appointed tree at the arranged time.  WolfMoon was there too, and he told her to go get her penis (strap on) and wear it.  Travis checked one more time to make sure choking was ok with me.  Yes, absolutely, I would love to try that.   She held me as he warmed me up with the floggers and some touching.  Then he got the whip.  Just when it was really beginning to sting, WM started jumping around like crazy and we saw she'd been placed right on a nest of ants and they were swarming up her leg.  After getting rid of the ants, finishing laughing, choosing a new tree, and checking for ants thoroughly by stomping around, Travis started up again on me with the whip.  Then he stepped in close, almost kindly.  He crooked an arm around my throat and I felt the light headed sensation that I've had many times when Master has done this with his hand or belt on my neck, but this time it was different when Travis just kept tightening his chokehold until my legs buckled.  He and WM both supported me so I wouldn't fall.  The sensations of coming back were very odd.  Everything was fuzzy, especially my hands, which seemed not to be there at all.  I could see them, but they felt gone.   He did it a few more times, and also with the whip wrapped around my neck instead of his arm. I just couldn't get over my vanishing hands.  So weird.   It wasn't frightening, like maybe it should be, because I know it IS more risky than a lot of things we do, it just seemed amazingly odd.  

He gave me back to the arms of WM, my head on her breast and my hands gripping her forearms for steadiness, and the whipping gradually grew harder until I was hissing and yelping in pain, and finally dancing around.  He ordered me sternly several times to hold still, and I tried, I really tried.  A few more hard strikes and I began to tremble in a combination of pain and ecstasy.  Soon after that he stopped.  Master said I had blood running down my back and I should get washed up when I was able to walk.  This took a few minutes, getting me out of my daze, and the gnats were starting to cluster on my back.

 I did not whine or protest going to the shower-- see I can learn!

Lessons learned

That was last year.  This year I got my warm shower and scrubbing, which hurt, but nothing like as bad as the freezing cold water.

This is how it looked the next day:

 And three days later:

Then there was Saturday night, but I'm going to put a To Be Continued here...

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Friday at Camp


I woke up ungodly early, a few hours before sunrise.  I lay still and cozy in the tent until I started seeing daylight, all the while listening to birds and traffic and not waking him up.
When Master was awake we ventured down to the dungeon/coffee genius setup and I had a vital boost of caffeine.

The first class of the day was Rituals in D/s which was fun and interesting, but again didn't cover anything we hadn't heard about.   Maybe we are not new enough for classes, I was thinking.

But then there was bootblacking, which I've never done.  At best, I've done shoe polishing, which is not the same. I learned a lot during the class, and then later at the leather bar I got to experience it, on the receiving end, which was fricking amazing, for reasons, but now I'm getting ahead of the story.

At 2:00 there was the science book club.  The first time I heard of the Tryst book club I was a little doubtful that it would be great to stop doing all the kinky stuff and just talk about (non kinky) books.  Last year I'd just been thoroughly beaten and was so far in subspace at the club that I wasn't much of a contributor.  But I've discovered that it is a really wonderful break and I'm getting to really like the people that attend, too.  There are more common interests than just kink here!  

At 3:00 there was a wedding reception.  Yes, really.  It was a dessert reception organized by PK for our dear friends Travis and Wolfmoon who got married recently in a small family ceremony.  I made pecan pie because Travis had told me it was his favorite.  

Then it was bullwhip class at 4, and I was the demo bottom (Yay! Shivers of ecstasy), a brief snack break and then:

The Gang Bang

 This was to be a camper led event that Master and Lex and Squeekers(see her tumblr) were in charge of organizing.   Master and I were both worried that people wouldn't come (ha, pun!) or the wrong ratios would come: ie. too many bangees, not enough bangers.  In addition, I had worries and fears that I wouldn't like it, or that I'd freak out in the middle of it, or other bad things would happen.  After all, the only person I knew there was Master.
It took place under a tent, and we set up a flooring of tarps, carpet and wrestling mats, all provided by the wonderful and ever resourceful camp gnomes (you are the BEST!).

First, Squeekers and I had to write all our rules on a white board.  Then she wrote her name on herself, for ID purposes.  Master wrote a bunch of stuff on me that wasn't my name, like "Slut with holes" and such things.  I couldn't see them very well, actually, so I'm not sure what they said. 

 He started me out on my knees sucking his cock.  Someone I couldn't see began fondling me from behind.  I got on my hands and knees and who ever it was began fucking me.  Then someone else replaced Master in my mouth.  It was hard to keep track and I didn't even try.  We estimated about 7-9 people, including one woman, fucked either my mouth or cunt or both. It was overwhelming pleasure.  Some of the men were mean and made me beg to come but didn't give permission.  Some were nice and made me come over, and over and over.  But all in all that didn't matter much to my enjoyment, as I loved it all.  I love having both my mouth and cunt full of pumping hard cocks.  My ass was off limits, due to my Master's rules, but Squeekers, I heard, was getting fucked that way a few times.   My Master used both of us, and sometimes he was just near me, or keeping track of the whole scene, or slapping me.  He once stood on me with one foot as I lay on my back, and also did a little breath play with me.  

After about an hour and a half everyone was tired out and had wandered off except for our original foursome.  Both of them ate my pussy. At the same time! I came.

 They invited us over to bite and slap her while she was getting fucked.  I thought my bites were quite mean, but she said later they were gentle!   They don't live all that far from us, so I really hope we get to meet up again and hang out.  Or, whatever... you know. :)

Leather Bar

We almost didn't go.  I was tired, uncomfortable, whiny and getting on Master's nerves; he wasn't sure he wanted to deal with cigar smoke.   We sucked it up and went. 

Missing it would have been a huge mistake.

The leather bar was huge this year, made of canvas and lights and pvc, but transformed into a hot and sexy magical space.  Also, we were visited there by the Scotch fairy.  I bet you didn't know there was a Scotch fairy. 

 Ya'll who built this have my awe and respect.  

We met PK there, and did a quick negotiation for a scene that we'd be talking about in vague terms since before Tryst. Master told me I should speak for myself this time.   I thought right then and there would be the perfect time and place to do it.  He threw me to the ground, in the gravel and dirt outside the leather bar, surrounded by crowds of people, and began slapping and hurting me.  It was intense, and hot, and violent.  Then he began pinching and twisting my breasts.  It hurt so bad I tried to push his hands off, which didn't work at all.  I was on the ground, and he was over me.  A wave of primal fear and anger swept over me, caused by the pain.  I had the impulse to hurt him back, to do anything to try to escape from that pain. It was in my awareness that my fingernails are almost 1/4 inch long and tough enough to be used as screwdrivers in a pinch.  I could just dig them in...then it flashed into my mind just as quickly that this would be a stupid thing to do.  This is what your safeword is for, dummy.  I said RED as clearly as I could, and he stopped.  Master also heard me in the midst of the crowd noises and came to see what was wrong.  I could not explain what was wrong, so I just lay on the ground trying to catch my breath.  I wasn't sure I could continue, but I also wasn't sure I wanted to stop, so I just waited.

Eventually they helped me up and we talked again.  The boob torture placed off limits for now, we started up again.  I loved the face slapping, and other places slapping, and being thrown all about.  And having my butt punched as I bent over a chair.   Then there were big hugs all around and I went off  feeling a certain smiley glow.  

 We entered the leather bar proper.  And the backroom, where there was a big sign saying "Entrance here means consent".   

Master and I did stuff together.  Naughty backroom stuff. It was fun.

I was wearing my thigh high boots, and was at the bootblack station in time to witness an incredibly powerful moving occurrence there.   I waited in line, as WM had invited me to have my boots done, and they are new but they had gotten a little scuffed and dirty when I was thrown around in the gravel.  It was really wonderful, comparable to a leg massage, and she is so damn sexy all the time anyway.  But then her owner/master/husband (Travis) told her to put the conditioner on with her tongue.  The conditioner is non-toxic, mainly beeswax (as I learned in class earlier).  She started licking it on and it was even more amazing, sensual, almost sexual.  Which was not something I would have ever imagined feeling.  Anyway, I need Master to get some leather boots now so I can learn this. 

After that, we stopped by the sex swing for some fucking, then back to the tent for more fucking.  I see this is becoming a pattern.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Arrival at Camp


On the way to camp Wednesday, I had started feeling achy and getting a sore throat, like I was coming down with something.  Along they way we stayed at a hotel, and the aches even woke me up at night.  I was really worried that being sick was going to mess with our camp fun.
I woke up feeling horrible still, and complained to Master about how I felt. He had sex with me anyway, because HOTEL SEX. :)  That is totally a thing, right?

 I took some ibuprofen, had coffee, breakfast and a shower with Master and felt somewhat better.
We arrived at camp right on time.  The guard at the gate told us "Welcome home," and it really did feel like coming home.

Camp is camp, no matter the location.  Familiar faces everywhere. Familiar tits and asses everywhere.  Familiar scenes of flogging, whipping and fucking everywhere.  Ah, home.

I felt a lot better just being there.  We got signed in, were led to our campsite and began setting up our tent right away.  When our friends T and WM arrived we helped them set up.  Their tent was a lot easier to put up than ours was, and now Master has Tent Envy. Rain squalls threatened to soak their impedimenta as they unpacked it, but we got it all put away before the deluge.


We attended the kinky icebreaker game.  I put my name in for a spanking.  We had played this game years ago at an event and I remember how deadly nervous I had been back then.  Now, it was very easy to sign up for something, talk about it for 30 seconds with the person whose name was drawn, and then do it.   I also put my name in for other people's activities, and my name was drawn twice, for hair pulling and also to receive a massage.  The massage was from someone I knew online but had never met in person.  We talked about doing a scene later, with Master's permission.  Master got to do some stuff, too, but I wasn't really watching him, being involved in other things at the time.

The first class we went to that afternoon was called "Fucking Mean"- all about how to make sex hurt more.  Master "voluntold" me to to be the demo bottom.  No, I didn't have to have sex right there in the class, but I did get thrown around a lot.

 It was fun listening to the experiences of the other people, but most of the things that could be done from a Dominant male to a submissive female were already things my Master does.  He's creative, plus he pulls in ideas from all over.  As a bonus, we got to meet the couple that had been organizing the gang bang with Master.  It was going to be at least a double gang bang, with more women joining in possibly as bangees, which makes it more of a group gang bang than an orgy, as I technically understand these things.

On the way back to our tent, we stopped by a conveniently placed sex swing alongside the road and had sex. Of course!  It was amazing!  All that swinging and banging!

After that, we went to the opening ceremonies, grabbed a quick s'more by the fire pit, then Master wanted to do the kinky speed dating event.  
I was very nervous about this, and it turned out to be pretty exhausting.  It involved talking to each person for 3 minutes and then moving down one seat and  talking to  the next person.  I think I could have done like 3-4 conversations without strain, but there were so many people and it was so loud in the room that my voice and socializing abilities were exhausted.  Many times I ended up just listening to the other person. Although sometimes I couldn't hear what they said.   The sides were not divided up into male/female, just random, so we each talked to anyone that lined up.
  We were supposed to rank our top three connections, but by the end I couldn't remember anything and I had neglected to make notes, so I didn't even turn my sheet in for the matchmakers to use.   However, the good part of it was that I did meet some people that I was able to talk to more later.  Master also met someone with whom he had a great conversation about the Washington Naval Limitations Treaty and its effects on the development of the heavy cruiser, and how the limitation to ten thousand tons affected cruiser design for the next twenty years.  He also talked deeply of the trials and tribulations of the US Mark XIV naval torpedo type later on by the bonfire. 

After grabbing some dinner from the food cart, we got changed for the Time Traveler's Ball.  I wore my Jeannie outfit and Master dressed as a Roman.  It was basically a kinky costume party with costumes from the past, future, or Dr. Who, including a friend of ours who came dressed as a Dalek.

Very quickly after we got to the dungeon, which at this site was a big building rather than a tent, Master had me stripped and tied to a cross.  He used the floggers, belt and single tail most wonderfully until I was well in subspace, then he put me in a cage and did various things to me through the bars.  Being in a cage put me in a whole different, objectified headspace, helped along by him calling me "it" the whole time.   It was very erotic, but more than that, too.  It is hard to describe, but I'm sure some out there understand.

Afterward, we were back to the sex swing, this time in the dark, then off to bed down in our cozy tent.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Leaving Soon

We are heading off to Tryst in about 2 hours now.  The car is packed and ready.  I'm just killing time.  I can barely stand to wait and Master is ansty too.

The owners came over last night to pick up their St. Andrews Cross, and of course we used it before it went home.  Brat got her turn on it first. Master beat me, with the misery stick, single tail, machete and belt, even the buckle end, and then Sophie did also, mainly with floggers, but also with her fists and a cane.    I was all noodle-legged and giggly afterward.

The basement looks so empty now.   Also, the living room no longer prominently features a spanking bench/stocks.  I guess we're ready for the kids to get home next week.   

But first, kinky vacation!!