Bella just emailed me these. It looks like I was playing hide and seek with the photographer but there’s still some nice compositions. I feel much love for Bella, and was very honored to get the chance to play with her like this, and I think it comes through.
And my hair looks great.
Enjoy.
There might be more photos of me from this event taken when I was watching others take their turn. Bella will get a CD from the resident shutterbug at next months event and then I’ll know.
It’s been quite awhile since I last made the trek south. Last time was in July for Voodoo Kiss, another fabulous fetish event hosted by my good friend, and personal hero, Ronabell. I’d heard from my Portland pals that Deacon X’s Fetish Night just seemed to keep getting bigger and better every single month.
Notable changes were that the play area has been made considerably larger, which was awesome. I spent most of my time hanging out in this roped off section of the club. It was where most of my friends where, as well as having the best view. Additionally I’m a bit of an energy vampire and it is much easier to feed at close range. I was also trying to keep myself on hand for when Mistress Bella Morte finished sticking needles in people.
The lovely Bella is most definitely a Dominant in addition to being the events resident piercer. But the weekend previous had been her 29th birthday and as part of her natal celebration she wanted to get royally worked over at Deacon X.
Bella and I have known each other for a number of years, and more importantly, she knows my style. I’m not pretentious, I don’t give in to Dommier-then-thou pissing contests, and I tend to be quite the goofy, grinning, grabby spaz when I play. All of which worked for her. She wasn’t interested in being dominated she just wanted to be topped. Basically, I would be doing stuff to her, but trying to make her feel submissive to me wouldn’t be among the activities.
She had given me a very short list of folks that she was cool with working her over. So once she was ready to get going, which involved having a bit to drink and taking a lot of her clothes off, I gave everyone a heads up. Then we got her up on the St Andrews cross and went to work.
Honestly, some of how things went down is a bit of a blur, which is always a good sign after the fact. Just means that I was having so much fun, and getting such a nice contact high, that things like who did what when can’t get a grip in my over stimulated mind. But here’s some high points:
Mistress Mindy, done up in a head-to-toe and tight-as-a-glove latex nun outfit, interspersing swings of a very vicious leather paddle with metal studs by running her luscious booty and breasts against Bella’s increasingly red back-side.
Eric Bloodstorm doing some of his trademark double flogging on her back and butt as well as using what I was told later was a chain-mail flogger(um, ouch). He really likes hair pulling too.
Ronabell jumping in to join us between songs with his wonderfully wicked latigo whip. He looked like he was dancing and that long bit of black leather and pure evil were just an extension of his arm.
And then there was me….I’d asked Bella what she would like me to bring down for her and she said that she’d never been on the receiving end of either canes or rubber paddles. So I made sure to include those in my travel toy bag. I even let her feel each of the toys before we started our scene…so she knew what she’d be getting…sort of. Started off with a ping-pong style leather paddle to warm her up. My next turn up it was the slotted rubber paddle which has a wicked stingy bite to it, especially at the tip. After that it was the thickest of the three canes I brought. It was rattan and pretty wide but still a mean MF and I gave her a pretty thorough working over with it. And that was already after she’d been SM gang raped by everyone else. Before we called it a night we did a last little bit of play with white lightening, my thin plastic cane, and a thick solid rubber paddle.
When I saw her roughly 20 hours later her butt was still very red and of all the toys that were used on her the night before, the three things that left distinct marks – the canes, the rubber paddles and the latigo. She was sore as fuck but happy and rightly impressed that shed taken such a beating.
And then, in response to my voicemail asking if it was okay to post all this, not only did she say hell yeah… she sent me a photo…
…taken 3 days after the event.
Personally, I think it was a wonderful right of passage for the beginning of the last year of her twenties.
And keep in mind that our play was just one scene among many. Lots of pretty girls and boys being worked over and tied up and hung from suspension points. All to a super sexy pounding soundtrack in a dimly lit club space full of fetish dressed folks either dancing, watching the scenes in the play area or seated on the perimeter recovering from the afore mentioned activities.
All around one wonderfully kinky evening.
Those of you who I’ve seen recently already know about this but I’m heading down to Portland this weekend. I have a number of truly wonderful friends there that are worth the drive to see. But there is an additional draw…
Portland’s kink scene is AWESOME!!!
In a recent conversation with one of my afore mentioned Portland peeps we were discussing part of why this is. I’d known that the incredibly liberal laws that the city had regarding strip clubs had created a great loop hole for things like public fetish events. But I hadn’t known exactly what law it was. Turns out its their freedom of speech law, which is one of the most liberal in the nation.
What this translates to is not only can you enjoy a nice scotch on the rocks while a nubile and nakid nymph publicly dances for your pleasure BUT if you go to something that bills itself as a “Fetish Event” in Portland you’re gonna see people smacking each other around god damn it. All consensual of course.
One of my big gripes about Seattle is that if you go to a open-to-the-public fetish event, sure some of the attendees might be wearing fetish gear, but that’s as crazy as the night is gonna get folks. We do have the SPCC aka the Wetspot. And yes, becoming a member is neither difficult nor expensive. But the very fact that it is not a public space, that the activities that it promotes have been designated by our laws as too dangerous for public consumption, makes me wonder how we can really call ourselves a liberal city at all.
So I’ll be hauling my sassy self down to a truly liberal town and royally getting my kink on this weekend. If you find yourself in the neighborhood and feel like checking it out make sure to read over the event website first. They are serious about ALL of the rules they have posted including the dress code. It’s a pretty intense scene with everything from short spanking scenes to full body suspension going on. Definitely not for the faint of loin. But the music kicks ass, the space is well laid out with places to play, dance and socialize and the people are HOT HOT HOT.
I’ll be doing at least one birthday spanking scene, which I am very excited about. Especially since I heard that my willing victim is more nervous about what I’ll be doing with the vibrator then with the canes and rubber paddles she requested I use.
Silly pervert. Clits are for kids..
Wait…what?
One last note regarding scheduling. I won’t have my computer with me so email is the WRONG way to try to reach me until Wednesday. I do still a have a few day/times open but you’ll need to call to reserve them. I will be answering my phone while I’m out of town…ya know, when I’m not smacking people around.
Have a great weekend. I sure plan to.
