Dear Penthouse;

I never thought this would happen to…

Oh who am I kidding.  Not only did I expect something like this to happen, but it’s certainly happened before.

Saturday was the Voyager’s party here in Austin.  I’m still a fairly recent arrival to the local scene and a friend of mine brought me to Voyager’s with her not long after I’d arrived in town.  That was the first night I’d met Miss Lotus actually, she had me naked and writhing in pain within minutes.  Ever since then, I’ve made it a point to hit the Voyager’s parties as regularly as possible.

This Saturday marked a highlight.  For starters, I was physically assaulted and tickled into near-unconsciousness by an entire flock of beautiful women.  This was followed by a delicious round of beating at the hands of multiple dominant females.  It was quite thorough and reduced me to tears.  Frankly, I needed the cathartic release that came with the pain.  The week had been intense and it really helped to clear my mind.

Then there was the orgy…or close enough that it might as well have been one.  Miss Lotus decided to have a go at two beautiful young women with her borrowed cock, an eight-inch long synthetic strap-on.  Assisting her in this was a team of experienced dominants, submissives and swingers who I will refer to as Team Lotus from here on after.  Miss Lotus handled the fucking, Team Lotus handled the logistics.  I spent the event providing various support to the poor girls being rammed by this massive strap-on.  I’ve been in enough group sex scenes to know just how painful it can be to hold various positions for extended periods.  To alleviate that, I’m well trained in being organic sex furniture.  It also provided me with easy access to various bits to grope.

So, the weekend consisted of sex, floggings, sex, beatings, more sex, delicious food, a tattoo and sex.  That, my friends, is a damn good weekend.

De Plane! De Plane!

If you don’t get the reference…god you’re young.

Gems of the Internet:

Before I depart for parts unknown (S. Austin) and engage in wanton debauchery (do the dishes), I thought I’d leave everyone with this particular nugget of wisdom:

The difference between erotic and kinky sex….

It’s erotic when you stroke your lover’s body with a feather -
It’s kinky when the feather is still attached to the bird.

Tattoo Tattoo

The inking has been done and the bar code you see above has been beautifully etched into my back by quite the talented artist.  It was enlarged significantly in order to be more distinct so the area between my shoulder blades is now loving adorned by my slave registration number.  It looks awesome.  I’ll be certain to upload pictures in short order, but for the moment they’re sitting on Miss Lotus’ camera.

Fun fact: Having the area between your shoulder blades tattooed guarantees that you will hurt no matter what body part you move.

I’ll write more on this later, but the announcement needed to be made.  Bob is inked!

I’m Singing in the Rain!

 This is what we can unanimously agree is a good thing.  Gaze upon what Miss Lotus is capable of and despair.  Unless your me, I’m actually pretty fucking peachy at the moment.

Down side, I have to sleep in that.

Whinny the Pooh

If you’re picturing Milne’s cute little yellow-ish bear…excellent.  Keep up that mental image, I’m about to rape your childhood.

If one were to ask what part of my BDSM lifestyle is the most bizarre, I think the answer is unequivocally pony play.  Let’s be honest with ourselves, pretending you’re a horse and being treated like an animal is somewhat degrading.  Anyone would classify it as humiliation, which we all know I cannot stand, yet I do it anyway.

This will be an unusual admission, but the fetish monkey’s will probably understand this.  Imagine being in a position where you surrender complete control to someone.  I mean total exchange of power.  Pony play is essentially putting your entire existence at that moment in the hands of your dominant/owner.  All of the essentials to life are provided at their whim.  You cannot talk, often you’re blinded and completely relying on someone to lead you and when not being shown or used, you’ll often find yourself tied up in a stall.  You may even be hobbled to prevent you from getting away.  It’s an incredible experience when you have someone you trust in charge.

Pet play in general is an amazing experience and can be divided in to three general categories:

Pony Play: It’s all about surrendering control to your owner.

Kitten Play: The SAMs pet play of choice.  It involves being rambunctious and a downright little shit.

Puppy Play: Discipline, nothing more and nothing less.  Oh there might be some rough and tumble, but by and large it’s a game that reinforces discipline between puppy and owner.

Also, furries repeat after me.  I am not a real pony (kitten, puppy).  I am a human being.  I will stop getting my furry bullshit all over Bob’s play time.

Goodbye Weekends:

The official determination at work has reached down from on high and laid itself across my shoulder.  My weekends are no more as I have been tapped to work every Saturday and Sunday morning.  On one hand this considered something of a compliment as it’s a shift with absolutely no supervision.  I’m the only person there watching over the entire system.  On the other hand…it takes away from my morning weekend activities.  Quite irritating to be honest, but that’s what I get for being at work.

So, I mentioned a dislocated shoulder in my last post.  How is it that I came across such a wound?  Simple: it was the result of glorious sex.  Miss Lotus decided to add a little something extra to her sex-life.  In her throes of ecstasy, her leg met my shoulder and promptly knocked it out of joint.  The pain was delicious, but it’s a near-instant way to kill an erection.  An even better highlight was when she had to kick my shoulder back in.

Yes, it was damn sexy thank you very much.

Last night a friend asked me if I always discuss my BDSM life in clinical terms or if it was just to protect his modesty.  Despite the raunchiness one may find here, the answer is yes, my BDSM discussions are often quite clinical.  I’m a training submissive, a teacher in the fine art of BDSM, and one of my teaching methods is to disassociate BDSM from sex.  It’s perfectly fine to be aroused by what happens in a dungeon, but while you’re still a new practitioner to some of the rougher elements of BDSM, it’s a good idea to focus on what I’m saying.  You can’t do that if your mind is focused entirely on how hot it makes you to get flogged bloody.  So for the purpose of instruction, I make the process very, very clinical.  Yes, it might be boring at times, but none of the submissives I’ve trained so far have reported having a dangerous scene go bad because they were lapse in their security and negotiation.  Once you know how to negotiate and prep for a scene, feel free to be as horny as you wish.

I’m recovering nicely from the weekend, almost all the pain has died away.  The promising markings on my right leg have faded away to nothing, which is quite depressing.  They had such potential.  I probably should have taken the lollipop to them, see if I could have encouraged development.   It’s fascinating to cultivate bruises, the development and end-results are always so interesting.

Tonight is an impromptu gaming night, one that I plan on indulging in since I’ll be missing my scheduled Saturday game in favor of a kink party.  It’s time to feed my geeky nature.

Damage Control Parties Report to the Aft Deck:

A quick tally of the damage from the weekend:

• Dislocated Shoulder
• Hip Aggravation
• Multiple Bite Marks
• One subdermal on the thigh that has the potential to blossom into one hell of a bruise

I’d call it a good, nay, a fucking phenomenal weekend.  My body is exuding this glow of pure happiness that permeates everything around me.  I even pranced around the house (and I mean pranced) in my underwear just because I was feeling saucy.

Details are forthcoming in a future post, for now I’m heading to bed.

Oooo, an almost emo post.

So, what was with the dramatic tone of the previous post?  Actually, nothing.  I’m feeling motivated and I realized that it’s time to start getting my life kick started.  I’ve lived with the guys here for several months but, for all that, it’s not home.  It’s just not comfortable for me here and through meditation and some self-applied EFT (which rocks, by the way), I managed to open my eyes to a few of the negative elements of my life that are causing some of my emotional issues.

I think I’ve gotten a lot of debris out of my psyche in recent weeks and frankly, I feel excited.  It’s been an eventful month and I’m looking to investigate avenues I’ve never thought of going down before.  The ride will be interesting.

Wear a helmet. :p

Time to move on?

Coming home this afternoon was difficult and I realized that it may be time for me to move on from my home.  I live with friends, basically renting a room, and while I love them dearly, I feel like somewhat trapped.  Too many strong emotions, too much memory and too much baggage.  Every other weekend I can pretty much guarantee having to spend a day or two away so that reports of my existence do not wind their way back to  Dallas.  It’s hard to stay focused when individuals who are clearly my enemies come and go from here on a regular basis.  It’s uncomfortable, regrettable and not worth the effort to avoid the people.

So I’m toying with the idea of moving towards the downtown area of the city, maybe find a little all-bills-paid apartment somewhere.