Letters from camp_day two

After a solid two, maybe three hours of sleep, I woke to the sounds of crickets and moaning. With the help of a shower and a cup of coffee loving made by our cabin's personal maid, Sissy Stephanie, I slipped on a robe and flip-flops and headed down the hill for breakfast. I came back to the cabin not planning on doing anything other than putting on some clothes, but was stopped by one of my particularly randy cabin mates. 

After a little good morning making out, things progressed rapidly until I was naked once more and lying on his side of the sheer curtain that blocked my bed from his and his girlfriends. Their side was elaborately decorated with little Christmas lights and colored flags, which I spent the better part of the morning staring up into as he fucked me into a soppy mess. I normally hate humidity, but goddamn there is nothing like sliding your hands up and down a body slick with sweat.

Folks wandered in and out of the cabin and I could hear bits and pieces of conversation and I'd catch Stephanie's pink petticoats out of the corner of my eye. I've been on the other side, wondering, "Do I just pass on through? Would it be rude to watch a little? Do I just go about my business as if they weren't there? When the fuck are they going to stop?!"

We didn't so much as stop as just wind down. I was in that blissed out state where I was perfectly sated but just as easily could have kept on going. We both looked at our watches. He said, "I've had my cock inside you for a hour and a half." The sheets were a mess of sweat and mostly my body fluids. Before we parted he asked if he could look at my pussy for a while. I obliged. He smiled and gave me a a few loving licks. So that's what the Tantra stuff is all about. Nice.

After the second shower of the morning, I made my way to Sharrin's Branding class. For me, going to classes like these has little to do with whether or not I'm going to do it, but more out of pure curiosity. I am just not that masochistic and I'm a little in awe of people who are. I watched her slowly burn an image of a running horse into the side of a woman for as long as I could, but the barn was getting really, really hot. I took some long gulps from my water bottle as I watched the willing victim scream into a towel. And oh, yeah the smell. I quietly stepped back and walked outside into the fresh air before she finished. So, yeah. Saw it once, don't need to see it again.

After an al fresco lunch of burgers and hot dogs and a quick pre-mummy scene meeting with Bill, I headed off to Erotic Energy Play 101. I had a little taste of the Tantric stuff that morning, so I thought I'd keep on expanding my horizons. I met a fantastic woman, an anthropologist and fellow skeptic. We took turns not being able to change the color and texture of each others energy and failing at filling a flogger with our auras.

But next up, was something that was a bit more tangible and much more geared towards my skill-set: Cocksucking. But when watching Nina Hartley suck bio and non-bio cock for an hour and half can't keep my eyes from drooping, I know I have to buckle down and admit that I might need a nap. 

After a little shut-eye and some dinner, I went down to Night in Flames and watched people get set on fire and tossed into the pool, which was just as cool as it sounds. Then it was mummy time! It was kind of warm in the dungeon and I wasn't sure how I would hold up. I can get a little fainty sometimes, so I downed some water and stripped off my clothes. I stood on the stage next to the bondage table and put on the blindfold, blocking out the rest of the world. He started at my ankles and worked his way up, wrapping my legs together with one of those big rolls of industrial plastic wrap. He kept going up my waist and then around my arms. He maneuvered me on to the table where I laid down (well, more like fell over). Since, this was my first time and his first time with me, he only wrapped me up to the neck. 

After I was properly sealed for freshness, he wrapped the plastic all the way around the table. I exhaled sharply as the pressure tightened across my body with each squeaky layer. He topped it off with a few nylon straps until I couldn't move at all except to wiggle my toes. I laid there frozen in the dark, my breathing shallow, feeling his hands roaming across the surface just above my body. I jumped (as much as I could jump) when I felt the prick of the knife on my suddenly bare skin. I felt the cool press of the blade as he sliced open the layers around my pussy. He cut away the plastic around my tits and they perked up when they hit the air. I heard the hum of my vibrator kick in and he fit it in the gap he made in the plastic. All I could feel is the vibe on my clit, his togune on my tits and the ocassional scratch of the blade. When I come, I tend to, well... flail around a lot. This time all I could do was squeeze my ass and thrust my hip up a fraction of an inch over and over.

"I think I'm going to start cutting you out now," he said.

"Um, okay." That seemed quick, but it's his first time playing with me, maybe he just wants to be on the safe side. It was pretty warm in the dungeon and I knew I was getting dehydrated (I kept licking my lips). That couldn't have been more than 15 minutes, I thought.

"You were in there for about 40 minutes." He cut away the plastic and peeled it away from my body revealing a pool of sweat from the neck down. I swear, I must have lost about 2 pounds. I slept like the dead that night.

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.