It was great. I had a helluva time.
First off met a guy I've been talking with for a while on worldleathermen. If he wasn't attached, and if I wasn't preparing to pour my energies into collaring basanos, I'd be chasing him. We talked about God; we talked about community; we talked about gibbets; we talked about his obsession with steel; we talked about flogging, as in me flogging him sometime. Great energy. Great connection. Tragically, his back gave out, so he wasn't up to a scene last night. But he ain't far, and I hope we'll be able to do a scene together sometime soon.
Mucho chitchat with the other guests. The one person I did know from NYC wasn't there. Come to think of it, I knew no one there, although a couple of the guys I recognized from Inferno.
The dungeon space was amazing. This big ol' barn outfitted with a cage, slings, examination table, a cell, autoclave, St. Andrew's cross, wrestling mats, floating bondage table, bondage ladder, chains, siings, chain hoists, bondage frame... the works. Totally the works.
Once things got bizee in the dungeon, most of the action involved fisting. I was a little to nervy to do fisting. But, I ended up flogging my host. Although brief (he had to get back to his hosting duties), it was great, testified to by several of my fellow guests jerking off watching us. (I never had that happen before; made for a very hot scene.)
I was sort of in the wrong headspace. I went there looking for serious play, but what was available was sex, as in fucking and sucking. I watched, trying to get stirred up, but it wasn't happening. And about 2 am, I started to get tired. So I headed to bed.
I slept like a log. As usual. But as I took off my leather pants, I discovered that the Red Fairy had decided to pay a visit. I had an outbreak of my vasculitis. My shins, ankles, and feet were crimson, tender, and swollen.
This morning, I found my way downstairs, got some baked eggs and cheese for breakfast, and had pleasant conversation with host and other guests. Good conversation that didn't happen last night, possibly because we were all in Getting Ready To Play mode.
The Hosts have a hot tub. I love hot tubs. I decided time in the tub whilst sipping good black coffee was exactly what I needed.
"I was born in the sign of water, and it's there that I feel at home..." Those lines from an obscure '80s pop song ran through my head as I relaxed in the tub. And what's this? I was joined by a fellow guest, who dropped trow to reveal the biggest PA I have ever seen. Imagine a huge PA and tripple that, and that was what was hanging from this man's beautiful dick. When the Huge PA went underwater, I'd swear we were an inch deeper. Gi-Huge-ic PA had done a hot punching scene last night. Great scene. Noisy play. Like I like it. We chatted for a bit. He's discovering the freedom of Not Work in San Diego after a life spent working in corporate America. We met briefly at Inferno.
Anyway, there in the bubbles, we drifted closer and touched. Then we had some nice morning sex: fingers and tongues exploring tits and dicks and assholes. Nothing really big happening (nobody came), it was just about feeling good and making each other feel good.
Man, did I ever miss basanos. (Okay to miss someone you haven't actually met?)
On the drive up, listening to Emmylou Harris' Red Dirt Girl, I'd have liked to have basanos in the passenger seat. When fellow guests asked, "What's that key around your neck go to?" I'd have like to have been able to point to the collar around the neck of the kneeling basanos.
Here's the scene I would have liked to have done with basanos: There was a heavy bag (used in boxing) in the dungeon. I'd like to secure basanos to it--ideally so that his feet were off the ground--put on the 14 oz. gloves, and start working him until he's black and blue and screaming, and both of us were dripping sweat. Then I'd blindfold him, and lead him out into the front yard and have him stand in the grass. He'd hear the night sounds, and feel the cool humid breeze caressing his body. Then a sudden intake of breath (dare I hope for a yelp?) when I throw a bucket or two of icewater over him. To cool him off. Followed by a nice dip in the hot tub for both of us. He'd be able to rub my poor, tired, vasculitis afflicted feet.
"What would I chain basanos to?" I thought as I got comfy on my futon mattress on the floor before turning in for the night. How great to have a chained basanos next to me. My hands would explore his body, with fingertips a half inch or so from the skin, trying to feel the places where he was giving off heat from the beating I had given him earlier. Those are the places that would blossum in bruises the next morning.
basanos hauling my overnight bag out to the car. basanos getting me another mug of coffee. basanos and I planning the layout of our dungeon while exploring my Hosts' dungeon.
Another thing I was thinking about at one point this morning. When I was with my Ex, we never hit upon what to call each other when introducing one another. My preference was 'This is my partner' and he liked 'This is my husband.' Neither worked well. He didn't like 'partner' because it sounded as though we were practicing law together. I didn't like husband because it conjured up images of Ward Cleaver in my mind. But what the hell is there really? Lover? Life partner? Soul mate? Domestic partner? My Little Flesh Pudding? (Jackie Kennedy would refer to Lyndon Johnson and Lady Bird as 'Colonel Cornpone and His Little Pork Chop.)
So what do I do when basanos and I are at a gay but not Leather event? How do I introduce him? Probably I'll just say my slave, but I couldn't help compiling a list of euphemisms following the gay male couple euphemisms I used to struggle with.
Herewith is The SingleTails Guide to introducing your slave to your boss, doorman, high school girlfriend, or other folks that aren't in the scene, drawn from the vanilla gay male couple equivalents.
'This is my partner' --- 'This is my subordinate'
'This is my lover' --- 'This is my hole'
'This is my husband' --- 'This is my property'
'This is my better half' --- 'This is my appendage'
'This is my domestic partner' --- 'This is my indentured servant'
'This is my companion' --- 'This is my factotum'
'This is my Ball and Chain' --- 'This is my boy in chains'
'This is my boyfriend' --- 'This is my boy, Friend.'
'This is my honey' --- 'This is my meat.'
Anyway. I'm off to meet UnFortunate at the
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