Beat Me in St. Louis 2008.. OMG... I have a CRUSH

I know it's been a long time coming but I finally got the other half of My trip to Beat Me in St. Louis written. I have so many other blogs to do that I'm glad to have this one done. I had so much fun and I wanted to document it.

I thought it would be good to talk about this event itself first and then hit on some of the highlights. The most important thing to say is that I had a really good time and that I thought on the whole, things went really well.

The event organization was pretty good. They are really serious about security and no one is allowed into the conference area without a badge. The badges were nice and on lanyards so it wasn’t a problem if hopefully there was not enough clothes to clip it to. I’m not big on being naked BUT, I am all about the nakedness of others. The truth is that I find partially clothed bodies way more enticing.

Workshops and more

Ropes

I was really looking forward to the work shops. I have recently decided that ropes interest me so in addition to my own creative juices I have been seeking out instruction. Finn and I headed down stairs to the workshop area with my pink and purple rope in tow to learn a new tie and harness for a frame. As the presenter said, more dungeons have frames now. finn is over 6 feet so as I watched the guy tie this tiny teeny little size 0 woman, I had some apprehension and the look on finn’s face said he had some too. But I wasn’t going to be daunted by a little height differential. As I watched the demo I was making mental notes about the little changes I would have to make to accommodate the male physique and double the height and weight to accomodate My property.

We walked over to the spider frame which has a connect spot in the middle and is used mainly for suspension since in my opinion, the legs of the spider get in the way of whips, paddles and floggers. But, this was for learning how to tie a new harness to hold a slave still on a frame when you didn’t have leather restraints so I decided I could work out the problem with toys later. As I looked up, I noticed the attach point was too high for Me to reach and I made a mental note to see if there was some kind of short Mistress paraphernalia I could carry around in My toybag. For now I had a tall slave to solve the problem. I was also thinking about how andrew would do with this since he’s a rope slut. I successfully tied fin and tried it out by using My new singletail which is becoming more limber and easier to use. Now I just need to buy some more rope and add a few pieces of hardware. The tie actually worked out pretty well and did actually partially suspend finn which is what it was supposed to do. I think it will work very well with andrew.

Friday night's dungeon

Pretty Pony's and Hot trainers...
Friday night dungeon was the start of fantasies that have been entertaining me now for days or maybe I should say nights. When we walked in, the first thing I saw was a pretty pony girl prancing around and whinnying with a guy snapping a whip as she trotted in circles. I stood watching, transfixed. My boy seth loves pony play and started sending Me stories in hopes that I will play with him. We were actually co-writing a pony story. Maybe I'll finish that now. Seeing the pony girl really stirred an interest that had been building already. Her breasts were bouncing happily as she pranced around and whinnied excitedly. Her stamina was amazing. She truly seemed gleefully happy to be on the end of the lead clipped to her pretty bouncing halter.

For Me though it was the hand on the other end of the lead that caught My interest. It’s not often I feel drawn to a top. Look at Me using that word I detest but it just seems to be the right word in this context. There have been a couple of other times that I remember being attracted to a dominant. Like once at a TES meeting, I was looking down and I saw these silver tipped boots and as I followed the long legs up the torso, Flagg was at the other end. I nursed a crush for quite a while even though he pretty much pissed Me off every time He opened his mouth. The other time was Tone and I actually acted on that impulse and played with him for a while. It didn’t work of course, not just because I’m Dominant but because for him relationships are tinged with physical beauty and his desire for it and measured by his definition of beautiful and that requires a girl to be thin. After our very very short time together he moved on to Luna who really isn’t thin either but one never knows. I digress and that would probably make a very good blog later.

Back to the Pony Man Thankfully they kept up the prancing and whinnying for a long long time so I had time to study his body language and get a read. I know what makes Me good at what I do and the almost psychic ability I have of reading a stranger like a book is one of them. No doubt about it, this was a complicated fascinating person. Smiling but dangerous and under the surface and without ever speaking to him I sensed an underground river of sadistic desire. I couldn’t pinpoint if it was only to dole it out but I was pretty sure he’d spent his fair share of time on the bottom, not that I was wanting him in that way. I’m not sure what I was wanting from him, just that I knew that I had to make contact and would manage that somehow before I left.

I tore Myself away because finn was itching for My attention and I was anxious to put in some time with my single tail and My new favorite pink floggers. Silently I hoped that in the case of Pony boy (yes, I’m a fan of the movie), all that glitters would be gold. I found an open play space and pretty soon I was lost in a vacuum with My boy.

Saturday Workshops

Whipclass

The next morning I actually made the first workshop of the day and for those of you that know Me, this is a small miracle. I was hoping for a glance of Pony boy but alas no sightings were made. It’s OK, because I think the whip workshop was one of the best I've ever been to. I’m expanding these days from mostly liking leather restraints and paddles to the more refined areas of rope and whips and floggers. I happily jumped right in and as usual, garnered My share of attention from the whipmaster Roger Stevens who you can check out at www.singletailsinthescene.com . I was flirting, (I know, I know you are all shocked to hear this) and asking questions. Then during the hands on part of the workshop, a man I watched whip his slave the night before stepped up behind me and molded his body to mine. I couldn’t see him but he smelled smoky and his voice was gravely in My ear and he was so close I could feel his breath on my ear. I smiled, it felt good. A quiet simple, “like this” spoken in My ear and a soft but firm grip on My hand commanded My wrist putting it in motion and had My body catching the rhythm of the whip. Miraculously, the whip started to obey Me and well... I do so love to be obeyed. My slow smile turned to a grin from ear to ear as he pressed close. I was flushed and wet both from the jubilant elation of mastering a skill and from the strong confidant man propping Me up and offering instruction to the blond haired, blue eyed Mistress from New York with a Texas accent.

He stepped away and I felt suddenly disappointed. I looked over My shoulder at him with a flirty smile and met the satisfied smirk of a man that knows when he’s had a effect on a woman and maybe even a little more satisfaction to have done it with a Fem Dom. My eyes twinkled as I said, “Thank you Jerry.” And kept the whip moving as I listened to Roger and tried to soak up his obvious expertise. From now on that smoky cigarette smell with invoke that thrill in My body.

Branding...oh boy!

The next workshop was branding and although this was something I have wanted to experience for a while, I didn’t identify well with the Mistress leading the workshop. She was obviously very good and I did learn about three different kinds of branding. Finn got up and went outside when the girl laid down on the table. It’s not that he’s a pussy, he just has an issue with women receiving pain, even it they want it. After I thought he was ok, I moved forward so I could see better and watched a few strikes of the hot metal. I’ve only been mildly interested but you never know for sure when the desire to smell burning flesh might manifest so in this case, a little more knowledge cant hurt. I've even looked at My crest since then trying to figure out how many strikes it would take to get a good brand and will hmmmmmmmmmmm… I think I might have to add a pain slut to My chain to get a slave that could wear My brand. They are a pain in the ass so it probably isn’t worth it. I don’t like it that with a pain slut, getting the pain takes precedence over ME.

Back to Pony boy.. yea, you knew I'd get back to him...

After the branding workshop and a nice dinner and glass of wine, I was looking forward to some time in the dungeon with finn. I was tired but not to tired I wanted to pass up a chance wo play with My slut. Plus, I knew there was going to be several cool scenes and “he” was going to be there. Now, I knew who “he” was. Earlier in the rope workshop the presenter said excitedly, “Lee Harrington is here! He’s on vacation so just here to have fun and not to teach but will probably be playing tonight.” I said that was great but how would I know who he was. Now keep in mind that up to now, I was kicked back with My feet up and only mildly interested. The guy asked if I had been at the dungeon the night before and I said I had. “Well,” he said, “ He was working a pony girl on a lead all night.” I lit up like a light bulb and My feet hit the floor as I leaned forward as they talked about Lee. I smiled to Myself, formulating a plan and knew that I wanted to make sure I had a conversation with him and to learn more about him. Also, I wanted to see if I still felt a connection.

Convo with Pony boy/Lee Harrington http://www.passionandsoul.com/

Later that night, I was on the lookout and when Lee came in I was ready. I approached him with My most winning smile, the one that beckons and says, I'm someone you want to talk to. We talked and I told him how much I enjoyed the pony scene and how impressed I was with the pretty pony girl and her stamina. I said My slut had enjoyed watching her breasts swing when she pranced and he laughed. This conversation is when I realized for sure that Lee either was or had been a woman. I was thrilled and excited and knew for sure I had a new crush. As we talked for quite some time, there was a really nice click and I was surprised to find out that we had mutual acquaintances. Lee knew Lolita! I think he said he'd been in service to her. This was something My devious mind was very excited to find out since it meant that maybe Lee would be coming to New York! There are many opportunities for training classes here so who knows? What I do know is that I enjoyed talking to Lee and also watching the scene he did later with the Pony girl and one of those spider things I spoke of earlier. Lee, if you are out there... I'm sure we are not finished with our encounter... I just know these things and I'm rarely wrong.

the wench has potential

andrew is really growing and the slut that disappeared has reappeared with surprises in tow. I allowed her to return as long as andrew understood that I'm the only person allowed to torture him so the girl is now only for fucking and use and not to be reveared as a girlfriend. People that leave once with no explanations and return with no explanations will leave again.. with no explanations. That being said... she is open to most anything and I think she has potential to be lead into the leather lifestyle.... I'm pulling those strings of course, through andrew... it's been fun.. and I'm sure there is more to come.

I think andrew is still a little baffled by My indifference to his relationship with other women. Not only am I not bothered by it but I encourage it.

A Night With Jessica

Too much has happened since I last wrote for there to be an easy place
to start this story, I guess the best place to start would be a
little over one month ago, Saturday April 12th, the day I got my
collar back. The day I got my collar back was a rainy April day, and
while I sat wearing my beautiful collar and leash barely hidden by my
light t-shirt inside one of my Mistress's favorite restaurants, my
Mistress asked me in passing about Jessica. Now for those of you that
don't know, or have forgotten, Jessica is….hard to explain, first she
was my Fuck Buddy (I hate that phrase, but my Mistress says that's
what she was), then my girlfriend, then she disappeared for about a
forty days, and then she became my most frequent incoming call. When
Jessica disappeared without any reason, or even a plausible excuse, I
was very upset, I never cried, but it was a real low point for me
because I really thought things were going well between us.

About two weeks after her disappearance I started to get late night
phone calls from her, I would be dead asleep at around two in the
morning when my phone would ring a few times, but when I picked it up,
she was never there (In hindsight I think she was just waiting for me
to call her back, which was not going to happen). Finally one Saturday
she called around noon, and instead of the usual silence when I picked
up the phone, it was her, she sounded like a mixture of sad,
desperate, and scared, and begged me to listen to what she had to say.
The call lasted almost an hour, but instead of answers, all I got were
more questions, she never gave me the reason she left, at least not
the real one, she threw every cliché breakup reason there is at me,
everything from "I didn't feel stable with you" to "I just sort of
freaked out, and I couldn't have anyone extra in my life." More than
her excuses, what surprised me the most was when she asked if she
could come over my house, I told her I would need some time to think
about it, and so began my first telephone relationship. To be
truthful, the reason I didn't invite her over that second was because
I knew if I did she would think I was either desperate or willing to
let her get away with anything and I knew my Mistress would not be
happy with my brash decision.

OK, so lets fast forward now to about three weeks ago, when I let
Jessica back into my apartment, or more importantly, back into my
life, as I sat on my couch waiting for the call that would tell me she
was outside, I was definitely nervous about what was going to happen.
I had never been dumped by a girl, and then had her beg me to take her
back, so I really didn't know what to expect from her. Would we have
sex? Would we just talk the whole night? Would she cry? Previous to
her coming over I had called my Mistress who graciously said that I
was allowed to cum that night (For around four months now my Mistress
has been controlling or denying my orgasm, I now have to call and beg
her for her express permission to cum) if sex should come up. What
happened next was amazing, she opened my side door, walked down my
stairs, and then practically ran across the living room to sit next to
me, she put her right hand on my inner thigh and smiled at me.
Suddenly it all made sense, why she wanted to come over right away,
why she called everyday, why she never found another guy, she missed
me, she really did love me, she was the desperate one, and for the
first time ever I found myself in a relationship where I had the upper
hand. We had sex that night five times, I think it was obvious to both
of us just how much we had missed each other, that first night
together ended with her laying next to me in bed, in what I like to
call a "sexual coma" (A post orgasm trance like state where the woman
becomes incoherent and unable to move under her own power without
extreme difficulty, speech is impossible, as is normal breathing:) and
me smiling, thinking about how lucky I was to have two beautiful
blonde women in my life again.

It's important to know, if you haven't realized already, that Jessica
does not know that my Mistress, who is firmly in control of our
"relationship", exists, or that my Mistress is grooming her to become
something much more than just a fuck-buddy or a girlfriend. Mistress
eventually wants her to come and play with us, though I'm not sure
what role Jessica would play, obviously she would be submissive to my
Mistress, but how would our (Mine and Jessica's) relationship change?
Would she serve my Mistress along side me? Would my Mistress train her
to be dominant towards me? I'm honestly not sure what would happen, or
what would change, I'm actually trying not to think about it right
now, I'm sure I will find out in due time, and I'm positive that I
won't have much say in it anyway.

Moving forward again to just a few days ago, with the permission my
Mistress, Jessica and I were allowed to have bondage sex again, for
the first time in over a month. Jessica was the one who brought it, up
asking me when I would tie her up again, and once I had permission, I
didn't waste any time asking her to come over one night. After some
television and a light dinner together we got to business, I tied her
naked, spread-eagled at the wrists and ankles across my queen sized
bed, not tightly, but tight enough where she couldn't move her limbs
more than a few inches, so while she wasn't in any pain, she was very
helpless. After some kissing and smiles from her (She always smiles,
at least at the beginning) I slid two of my pillows under the small of
her back, propping her up just enough for what I had planned, then I
slowly kneeled down between her legs at the foot of the bed, and began
to lick her pussy. By stopping and starting, and moving up to play
with her nipples while listening to her beg me to finish the job, I
made her wait over an hour for her first orgasm, she came like a
fountain and soaked both of my pillows as well as my sheets, but I
didn't care. After I cleaned her off, I untied her ankles and we had
very slow passionate sex, lots of kissing, she made me remember that
night how much fun it was to be the dominant, and though I have NO
thoughts of EVER switching over, I have to admit, I'm getting pretty
good at it. Then amid the sweet talking, she said the one thing I was
waiting to hear, "tomorrow night it's your turn baby" then she said
something unexpected "my parents are out of town, your coming up to my
room, your going to be the first boy to fuck me in my own bed, if your
lucky" and she smiled her deep sexy smile, while her eyes seemed to
shine even brighter than before.

The next day crawled; work seemed to take sixteen hours instead of
eight, finally I was home for the day, now it was time for today's
biggest hurdle, I had to call my Mistress and beg her to let me cum
that night. Even though my Mistress was fully aware of what was going
on, she could still deny me, saying something like "Do I care about
what she wants to do with you?" Luckily she relented, and allowed me
back to back days with an orgasm, I showered, shaved, dressed in some
of my nicer clothes, put some cologne on, and headed out to see
Jessica. I had been to her house before, when I first met her parents
while we were dating, but I had never even seen her room, and as I
stood on her porch waiting for her to unlock the door and let me in, I
began to get slightly nervous. She let me in with a kiss, grabbing
handfuls of my hair to pull me towards her, we both half sat half fell
onto her living room couch, still lip locked, pulling me closer she
whispered in my ear "Take all of your clothes off, right now, you
belong to me tonight" leaving my clothes on the floor, she reached
down and grabbed my cock, then led me upstairs with it. Her bed was
stripped down to the bare mattress, with a rope at each corner tied to
the leg of the bed (She told me later on that she took the rope off
her dads boat next to the house), it was a sharp contrast to the rest
of her room, which was left almost unchanged when she graduated high
school in 2003. It was a little unnerving to be in her room,
surrounded by posters of boy bands, and pictures of the cheerleading
squad, and prom, amidst shelves of dolls and stuffed animals. After a
few seconds of silence she gave me a little tug which brought me back
to the situation at hand, she had me get on the bed and tied me down,
tighter than I imagined she would, then she pulled out the first of
that nights surprises from under her pillows, a red satin blindfold,
one of the ones you would sleep with, but it did the trick as my world
faded to black, and I felt my erection grow a little harder.

So there I was, tied to her bed, blindfolded, she did to me what I did
to her the previous night, she got between my legs and began to suck
my dick, she teased me for almost two hours, to the point where I was
pulling at the ropes, begging her to make me cum. Finally she did, she
took it all, and I'm sure that there must have been a lot. I felt her
get off the bed and heard her moving around the room, and then I felt
her swing a leg over me, (so she was sitting on my chest now), then I
smelled something that made my erection return almost immediately, she
didn't have to say a word as she pressed the warm and fragrant soles
of her tiny feet against my lips. She had me worship her feet for
about ten minutes, then eat her for about twenty( She had shaven her
pussy bare, and shuddered the second my tongue made contact with her
sensitive skin), she was so wet she was dripping as she sat on my
face, letting me up to breathe, then pulling my head back between her
thighs, I'm not sure how many times she came before she leaned forward
and laid next to me. After some more kissing she started to untie me,
then stopped, still blindfolded I wasn't sure what was going on, then
she knelt down next to me on the bed and said "We're going to be doing
this a lot from now on, I think we both really like what's been going
on, right?" I pretended to think about it for a second then replied
"Your right, I wouldn't mind doing this more often, I like it." With
that she took the blindfold off me smiled, and sat on my tongue for
the night's last orgasm, when she finally came back out of her sex
coma she untied me and I drove home. If I hadn't had work the next
day, I would have spend the night, she was certainly not my Mistress,
and in my mind she's still exploring what she's interested in, playing
right into my Mistress's hands.

I really think good things on the horizon, my goal for the summer is
to be out of my house by the end of August, and in an apartment by
myself, so I'm free to do what I want, as well as what my Mistress
wants. There are only sixteen days until my twenty-second birthday,
which promises to be my best one yet, I know Jessica will probably get
me something, regardless of what shape our relationship has taken, I
wonder though…does a Mistress do anything special for their slut's
birthday? An in just 46 days, I will be with my Mistress for one full
year, it truly has been a year of great change, most of that change
stemming from my Mistress, but looking back I would not change a
single thing. Andrew[Ky]