Jan 212009

Saturday was the Pan Sexual Play party at CSPC that had been rescheduled from last month do to snowpacolypse ’08. If you’ve been following my blog then you’ve already read about my doing a bit of mental spinning over what the hell to wear. My original ideas were cast aside once I got the reprieve of a few more weeks to plan. Feedback from a few buddies helped me make the decision.

I ended up doing an adaption of Scarlet Witch. I even made the fairly ridiculous head-dress out of paper marche the night before. That’s right. Not all of my craft skills have to do with turning household objects into BDSM toys.

Despite my best of DIY efforts the damn hat still looked silly so I put it in my gear bag with the promise that if I did any play I’d wear the head-thing.

But my activities for the evening involved watching a lot of play, plenty of sassy socializing and even a bit of romantic intrigue. Though there was no smacking around of the people for me I had an absolutely fabulous night.

My good pal Hotsauce, who has been spearheading what I affectionately call “The Youth Group” at the Wetspot, had gathered her troops for the night. Which means that in addition to herself lusciously costumed in very little as Wonder Woman, there were a whole bunch of hot, playful young people(18-35) who had really gone the extra mile with their costumes.

I’ve always loved playing dress-up, part of why I throw so many costume parties myself, and its always fun to see others who geek out on it as much as I do.

My main fun of the night however involved a very handsome fellow who is fond of rope. We’d had one of those mutual and always invigorating “Hmmm. What’s your story cutie?” moments. After some entertaining chat, I was invited into the private back room to watch him do a suspension on the big bondage bed.

Picture if you will an utterly adorable girl all trussed up like a human swing. A creative and stimulating live soundtrack in the background of other people seriously getting their freak-on. A great big contact high from the collective mojo. And totally unexpected smooches. Ah, good times.

I ended up staying till the end of the night, too wrapped up in my conversation(and smooches) with rope boy to notice that it’d gotten so late.

But late it was, so despite my fully inflamed sex haze(WANT WANT WANT) I managed to keep my clothes on, say good-night to my new friend and drive myself home. So proud of myself but thank goddess for my large selection of vibrators.

I’m trying to take things a little slower with the sexing these days. And its not like I would have given in and had sex right there in the club(even if my partner had been willing) as I am not an exhibitionist and fucking at the club means fucking with an audience. Never say never but the idea isn’t appealing at this time. Besides patience is its own reward…or some such drivel…

Alas neither I or my guests were quite so good about keeping our clothes on the following night. Which was exactly as it should have been as I was hosting yet another Nakid Lady Party. Despite the porno potential in the title, a NLP is actually a clothing swap. And since the whole purpose behind such a party is to help the attendees get rid of all the clothes in their closet they can’t, or won’t, wear, trying on the new skirt you just found, while at the party, is encouraged.

Martinis* and other vodka laden beverages helped keep the party lively, open and un-selfconcious. We did invite the boys to join the fun. Folks were getting ride of household stuff too and there was a bit of boy clothing. But boys seem more inclined to wear things until they’re good for little more then household rags. You get new stuff(often from girlfriends) but ya keep the old stuff. I don’t know in case you need something to wear while re-building an engine or painting the porch(or to bum around in when the GFs not looking)?

In any event it was another great social night, if of a somewhat different flavor. Did get to decompress a bit with Hotsauce about the previous night’s fun. I’d lost her when I went off to watch the rope show and she went off to, um, study her bible I’m sure. We caught up and then went on to chat about the center in general.

Both of us had similar feelings the first times we’d dipped our toes into this particular pond. This was a number of years ago mind you but the general vibe hadn’t been so much rude as closed. Both of us had refused to give and had returned in our own ways after some time and have seen a notable difference. Hotter and more happening seems to be the consensus. I think that there are a lot more folks going and its kinda stirred things up a bit. And sometimes that’s all it takes. New folks, excited and curious, looking to meet people and folks that have been going for years, still get to have that level of familiarity, but also get to open up their circle a bit.

Personally I’ll be there a lot more often and you’ll be seeing many more posts about my adventures. This week will be the masturbation party on Sunday and I’m gonna try and make it the WERK lounge this Friday as it sounds intriguingly mellow. Again, I strongly encourage you to check them out, even if you’ve tried in the past and couldn’t quite find your groove.

Now is a time of change, and its happening all around us. It’d be a shame if you missed out on the party side.

*Special thanks to my Rock and Roll Hippie. I have finally mastered the martini and the bottle of Kettle One was a great help. Hope your ass healed up nice and slow.

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Jan 172009

Well since I’m about to go get ready for this evenings adventures at the Wetspot I figured I should probably sneak in a quick post about last weekends fun.

For those of you who have been following my wanderings, last Sunday was the Fem Domme Tea at the CSPC.

The short version…I had an absolutely wonderful time. The evening fully exceeded my expectations.

Long and juicy version…I arrived late(yes as usual. Linear time can kiss my ass) and just caught the woman operating the door as she was about to close the register. I didn’t think the event would be a complete revolving door but there certainly hadn’t been any mention that the female attendees needed to show up by a certain time.

The men, of necessity, had been asked to arrive an hour in advance to “assist” with set up and I imagine receive a bit of training. It might also have been designed to give them all a chance to meet each other, share a few nervous smiles and, most important, disrobe.

For some reason when I put together mental images of what such an event would look like I ended up with two very different scenarios. Naked catering and the competitive games scenes from Exit to Eden.

The reality was somewhere in between but notably closer to the first. There were indeed plenty of pleasing nakid boys serving a group of fully, simply to elegantly, clothed women. There was tea and later cake. I will confess to, perhaps, making a couple of the boys make a few extra trips to the kitchen, something I would not have been inclined to do if they had just been waiters. I’m also not in the habit of asking my waiters to serve as my footstool. And I most certainly would not casually caress them like one would a pet when they were allowed to take a break from waiter, massage, or stool duties and sit quietly at my feet.

So a bit more then catering-without-clothes-on. But, alas, there was not naked male oil wrestling with the winning boy penetrating the “loser”. *sigh* In many ways life is better then fiction…but in this one case…

I spent a number of hours just hanging out being waited on and fully enjoying the attention, but being fairly distracted by all the amazing and inspiring female energy in the room. Of course, aside from polite instruction and correction, the men where not there to contribute to the conversation. So I ended up chatting with a number of women, new friends and old, but still wished I’d had more time to talk to ladies there as you could easily tell they were all worth getting to know.

Toward the final hours people started to break off into play groupings. I’d worried that there wouldn’t be enough activities to make the night worthwhile to anyone but the most hard core service sub. But, ah, considering how many boys I know fantasize about being the play thing of a number of women at once I’m pretty sure it wasn’t just us girls havin a good time. My pal Hotsauce invited me to join her for a bit of play with a sweet boy of her acquaintance who’d stuck pretty close to us all night. I was happy to oblige and it seemed more appropriate under the circumstances then just leaving him a tip. 😉

Some deeper thoughts on the overall experience. I have plenty of male pals who know to offer you a drink when they’re playing host in their own home. But spending a few hours with what is still in this day and age a note-worthy role-reversal made me quite aware of my own ingrained hostess nature. It took effort not to see to the needs of the women around me. And I don’t even see that as a submissive instinct but simply the polite thing to do. So it was nice to be able to morph that into more of a kinky exercise, by sending one of the boys to take care of what ever task I saw needed doing instead of doing it myself.

But I wonder if most men are aware of how often women clear their plates when they are done eating whether or not they cooked the meal or if it is even their home, offer them a beverage whether or not they are on their way to the kitchen, simply hand them a refill or some water without even asking, make sure to introduce them to people with a bit of info that will help them easily slide into conversation with an otherwise complete stranger. Goddess bless the men who notice, respect and appreciate these daily small gestures that make they’re world a more comforting place. Much love and appreciation to ones who offer such gestures in return.

And to the boys who volunteered to take things to the next level, exposed themselves to my whim last Sunday I “thanked” one that evening and the other, well, we’re plotting my demonstration of gratitude for the very near future.

If you are at all intrigued by the events described above I can not encourage you more to attend the next Tea on February 8th. Ladies, its a great chance to have some quality chat with a bunch of seriously kick ass dominant women. Gents, this is a great opportunity to show off your submissive skills and possibly win the attention of the Mistress you’ve been looking for. The women to men ratio was surprisingly 2/1, but it is a new event. I imagine there will be much chat over the course of the next month and attendance from both genders will increase.

All I can say for sure is that I’ll be there…and probably late.

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Jan 052009

First up, Saturday at the Spot was much fun. Got a chance to chat with a few new friends as well as re-connect with old ones. Plans we’re hatched and I have since gone ahead and RSVP’d for the Fem Domme Tea which sounds even more fun then it had when I first read about it.

Apparently the set up is somewhat formalized in a manner that brings forth happy images from novels like Exit to Eden. A bunch of dominant ladies enjoying tea and finger sandwiches on a stage-like platform while below us a small herd of nakid, or mostly nakid, submissive men wait for the opportunity to be called into service. Human furniture and foot massages further sweeten the pot. And after chatting with some ladies and a couple of boys on Saturday it looks like there will be more then a few familiar faces to make the occasion special.

As lovely as it sounds though I am far too much of a service Top to play the queen bee all night and not give a little back. I’ll be bringing a bag of toys on the off chance that any of the help would like something a bit more invigorating then playing a coffee table or with my feet.

The event does remind me of this story from Ms. Susie Bright’s blog:


Her situation was a bit different but there’s a certain overlap and its still a fun and informative read that delves a bit into the issues within doing this type of ritualized power flip.

Next up, as most of you are surely aware, the economy right now sucks. With that in mind I wanted to do a couple of plugs for a couple of pals.

My BFF, and kick ass masseuse, Irene is good enough, and has a solid enough, cadre of devoted clients that she’s doing okay. But in our conversations it has become clear that for the first time in a very long time her schedule has some gaps. So if you’ve thought about getting in to see her, or tried and she was already booked up, now is the time to call.

You don’t have to mention how you heard about her, though you are welcome to give me credit. In either event, treat her well and don’t expect any extras beyond an amazing massage. She’s not that type of professional.


I couldn’t resist giving a plug to this wonderful Seattle establishment…especially since they appear to have paid for the services of a videographer to put together a commercial for them. Edge of the Circle, in addition to catering to the needs of those of us who are of “alternative faiths”, once upon a time played an important role in this city’s kink scene.

Many years ago before there was the CSPC there was the basement below Edge of the Circle. Before Allena and company had put down roots over on 15th they had play nights under Robert’s shop. They also ran a small cafe next door for awhile in the space now occupied by Honey Hole(good sandwiches, awful name). I seem to recall they were there for a couple of years at least but, as timing would have it, I only made it there once right before they stopped hosting events at that location. It was a VERY fun night, spontaneously untaken and exceedingly…inspiring.

They may not have people smacking each other around in the basement anymore but I still always manage to find something upstairs that brings a bit of sexy magic and mojo into my life every time I visit.

Anyhoo, here’s the video:

They’re located on the same block as Babeland, my favorite locally owned sex toy shop. So maybe next time you’re in the hood picking up a new toy it might be worth a stroll down the street to pick up a lover’s candle, some intention setting incense, or even a beginner’s book of incantations to help you find the kinky partner of your dreams.

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Jan 032009

First up, short notice, but I plan on attending this event this evening:


I’ve never made it to one of the Saturday Pansexual Play parties but it should be fun. Admittedly, my main reasons for going are to catch some face time with a certain hottie I know(Hotsauce to be exact). Said lady was generous enough to point out that there will be a special event this evening…something about a couple of well-toned 20-something boys all oiled-up and giving into a bit of ritualized masculine aggression.

I think most modern sports are ridiculous attempts to play out basic human urges and would like to see more competition that involves excessively shiny, mostly-nakid, man flesh.

Not sure how late I’ll stay, as the size of the crowd this “scene” is sure to inspire might be more then I’m in the mood for tonight. But who knows, I might stay to play and close the place down.

A few other events happening at the center this month that I plan on attending would be the previously postponed Superhero/Villian party, the Fem Domme Tea and the monthly masturbation party, And I Touch Myself:

I’ve been spending far too much time stressing over what to wear to the dress-up party. I blame too many years in the theater, on stage and in the costume shop for my indecision. I do not have any interest in wearing a spandex, lycra, or other synthetic full-body suit all night. I’d also like to avoid the social faux pas of wearing the same damn outfit as some other chick. So Poison Ivy and Catwoman, two obvious choices given my hair color and temperment, are right out of the running. With all that in mind I’ve been toying with a few character/costume alternatives:

Mina Harper from The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I’d certainly stand out among the brightly-colored and skin-tight crowd. Not necessarily a bad thing. And if I got too warm I could always strip down to my corset and petticoat.

Dark Pheonix ala the Xmen Final Conflict. Sassy outfit, I’d get to wear one of my favorite wigs, and if some other attendee shows up as Jean Grey its unlikely we will have chosen the same look:

Scarlet Witch is pretty cool. And even her more traditional look of pinkish sheer nylon body stocking and a red cyber-teddy wouldn’t be all that bad. But the bodice w/skirt or the leather bra top w/pants options are pretty hot. And I certainly have the hair for it:

If anyone reading this has an opinion, especially if you’re planning on attending this party too, please give me a shout out.

In other events, Fem Domme Tea on the 11th sounds like fun. Not 100% on this so I haven’t RSVP’d yet but I’m gonna talk to some gal pals and maybe get together a small posse to attend with me. Got to have my girls to engage in lively conversation with while we studiously ignore all the submissives, servants and furniture.


I haven’t made it to another masturbation party since my first, which is such a shame since I had so much fun the last time. It’s a ways off(1/25), and lord knows that leaves room for plenty of scheduling conflicts, but as of now I sure want to go:


Well I best get myself ready for this evening. Hope what ever you choose to do tonight is as fun and potentially pornographic as my plans.

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