Letters from camp_day one

After dropping my overstuffed bag on to one of the remaining  beds, I took a moment to arrange my meager belongings. It was just starting to rain so I pulled out my fabulous Muji poncho and took off to my first class: Humor in BDSM. I figured that would be an easy way settle into things. I mean, I like BDSM and I enjoy humor. I ran into a very hot guy I had chatted with a little before and we shared a make-shift sofa in the back. Soon a naked man would come in and sit down next to me. There are very few situations where one finds nudity and presentation easel pads in the same place. I must be at camp!

After a rainy late afternoon nap, a bourbon and "dinner", it was activity time! I'm bad at flirting. I'm bad at cruising. I'm bad at all of those seduction skills. I should have gone to that Asking for What You Want class, but that wasn't happening until the next day. So 5-Minute Dating was helpful to say the least. For the evening, we had to chose whether we were "top" or "bottom". We sat in rows across from each other, tops on one side, bottoms on the other with 5 minutes to converse about what we were into, what we were looking for and such. I had a general list of things I dig and wanted to try at some point in my life. One of which was getting mummified. My whole body I mean, not just my head.

After a few five minute "dates" I found myself across from a handsome guy I recognized from the profiles. Turns out he like to mummify people. Jackpot! But tonight I had a date with a hunky guy in a cowboy hat. After the humor class we chatted a bit about the mischief we could possibly get in to. I rambled on about being objectified and wanting to knock out my gag reflex once and for all, so that was a good place to start. I threw a mix of various things into my little bag and met him in the dungeon.

I'm learning the spontaneous crafting of scenes is a bit like making dinner with whatever you have in the fridge at the moment. I've got a couple of rolls of Vetrap, a blindfold, a Pocket Rocket and I want to be treated like a a hole to be fucked. Throw it in a pan, add some spices and let's see what it tastes like!

What proceeded was quite the kinky casserole. I stripped down and he wrapped my head in Vetrap, leaving my nose and, naturally my mouth open. Now blinded, I sat up on the spanking bench with my legs spread. He busted out my virgin paddle and slapped my inner thighs, pushing them apart when I tried to press them together. He lifted my leg and smacked the bottom of my feet while I squirmed and squealed. He slipped his fingers into my mouth and I sucked them down, he twiddled them around trying to trigger a gag (okay, maybe I've gotten pretty good at getting that under control, but I still think the "help me get rid of my gag reflex" makes for a good pick-up line).

I was maneuvered on to my back, and his fingers were quickly replaced by his cock. We took turns taking control of the blow-job and after some good skull-fucking came more spanking, on my ass this time, and then the vibe. I could hear my little Pocket Rocket buzzing near my clit, he teased it there for a while and then got an idea. I could hear him tear open a condom packet (it's funny how recognizable that sound is) and suddenly the vibe was inside me.

Now I never used it inside, I never thought of it as an insertable. It's not exactly comfortable. After a while I couldn't even feel the vibration, it just felt kind of hard and weird so I asked him to take it out. Well, the condom had slipped inside, so it took a little digging to get it out. Back on my back, he pulled out the portable Hitachi. I braced myself on the bench as he hit my clit and did his best to shove that head inside me. I warned him that I was going to squirt, I could feel it. He told me to hold on to the vibe. I could hear him walk away to, I assumed, grab some chucks. I'll admit, I cheated and let up on my clit a little,  he was taking way too long and there was no way I was going to be able to hold that in. I've never been a fan of orgasm control. He took the vibe back and told me to let go. Finally! When I opened my eyes he had laid down a path about 7 feet long of drop-cloth. I thanked him for assuming I was capable of that kind of distance.

Word of advice, Vetrap sticks to eyelashes and eyebrows so remove carefully.