Whee! Lots of fun events are coming up in the next few months – but the only one I’m heading to is The Floating World, in Edison, New Jersey.

In fact, I’m not just attending, I’m also going to be presenting at this event! Whee! So exciting! It’s still so amazing to me that people want to hear what I have to say about stuff. I’m a blogger because I have opinions and I can’t shut up about myself and things that I like, but I don’t actually think people read me – and then people come and see my classes! Wow! I’m flattered and awed that this happens, and I’m psyched to be doing it at Floating World.

I’ll be presenting both of my anal sex workshops – Anal 101, and Anal Fisting. I’ll also be on a panel, discussing intergenerational BDSM, something along those lines. We’ll see.

Floating World is one of the largest BDSM events I’ve ever attended – they have a huge facility, a huge dungeon, and they draw a wonderfully varied group of attendees, and hot damn, they’re list of presenters and classes for this year are *fantastic*

I mean just look and see! They’ve got a veritable who’s who of BDSM presenters from all over the country. They’ve even got Patric Califia! Holy shit!

And I have capital P Plans for FW. I hope I can get my Wolverine costume in time…I will hopefully be able to make some sort of Gambit costume for the boy as well. Anyone know where I can get a bo staff? Tee hee.

Today marks 3 years straight of blogging. Who knew?

So, a few months ago a friend gave me a Tenga Egg to try out. I loved it, and the boy loved it.  However, we sort of broke it on his penis. So I was very excited when I had the oppourtunity to review the Tenga Double Hole Sleeve.

I had the boy all tied up and blind folded while I was playing with him, and I decided to use the Tenga Double Hole Sleeve (hence forth known as the TDHS).

It came with a reusable sleeve warmer. It worked like those light up necklaces you used to get at the roller rink – crack it, and wait for the fluid to activate. It got warm very quickly, and I left it in the toy for about five minutes while I played with the boy a bit more.

That part worked very well – I stuck my fingers in the pre-lubed holes, and the TDHS was pleasantly warm but not overly so.

Now, it came to using it.  For the most part, I found it a bit unwieldy to use on Anon – I can’t wrap one hand all the way around it, and I was a bit lubey, so it was a little slippery.

It also made a rather unpleasant schlicking noise while we were using it. It was very distracting.

I also didn’t really like the lack of intimacy the TDHS created – yes, I know its a jack off wanking toy, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to always be using it alone.  With the Tenga Egg, I was able to feel Anon’s cock through it, I could see it, and I enjoyed that bit of intimacy. While I can see the appeal of a toy that doesn’t feel like a hand, or really involve a hand, I do like feeling a bit more involved with the sex that I’m having. However, this may just be a me-thing.

The last thing that I didn’t really care for was that I couldn’t figure out how this thing was supposed to get clean. With the egg, I could run it under water and turn it inside out to clean out any semen inside. With the TDHS, I wasn’t sure what to do. Since I wasn’t really feeling the toy anyway, Anon didn’t come inside of it. (Actually, I don’t think he came at all that day….mwahahaha)

On the upside, Anon said that the toy felt nice on his cock. His exact words, when I asked about how he liked it and how the different sides felt were
“uhm I was blindfolded luv and I don’t know the sides you used or how to describe them other then one felt warm and good, and the other good and tight. It was nice but the squishy sound was very distracting. “

Over all, it was a decent toy for its price bracket and what it was, but I’d rather use a Tenga Egg over the Tenga Double Hole Sleeve.

So, I’ve been quiet here for a while, haven’t I? Sad for ya’ll, good for me! I was busy finishing out the semester at school, and I have a nice two week break.

I left NY after my last final, and spent a whole glorious week with Anon, being all adorably D/s, and domestic. I’m a better cook  - The extent of his cooking abilities are eggs, cereal, boxed macaroni and cheese, and stuffed peppers. I also got my OCD on, and finally alphabetized his DVD  and VHS collection, and organized our dressers. I know the magic of ‘folding’, which I’m working on teaching him these ancient secrets.

After that week, we headed out to Brimstone, where I was presenting three classes – the first time I present classes at a big convention! Go me!

The first class of the weekend was my ‘Massage for Fun and Relaxation’ class, which is essentially a demo of a variety of simple Swedish massage techniques, body mechanics, how to create a sequence, choose massage cream, adjust a table, and a short demonstration of chair massage.

Later that night, we went to Harold’s, a deli attached to the hotel that I’d been hearing about from other attendees of NJ events for years. I must say, I didn’t quite believe my eyes when we got our stuff. Anon and I went to dinner with another couple, and between the four of us, we ordered two sandwiches and a knish. This was an 80$ meal. I didn’t quite understand until I saw the damn things we ordered. The single knish, which was for us all to share, was the size of half pound burger.  The sandwich that Anon and I ordered? I ordered like a regular deli “Umm…roast beef on white bread with a sharp cheddar, lettuce, tomato, and…hmm….sauteed onions.”

What we got was a half a  pound of meat bulging out from between two tiny slices of break, and on plates on the side, a quarter pound  of cheese, half a large tomato, a quarter head of lettuce, and a plethora of sauteed onions. I was so surprised, confused, and scared by the massive amount of food. Then, I saw the single pancake the man at the next table ordered. It was the size of a large NYC pizza.

Listen, I was high, and I was frightened by the massive amount of food in front of me. This is a big deal.

But, for the most part, we had enough food to nibble on for the rest of the weekend, in addition to the nibbles in the presenter’s lounge and the pizza dinner the event held.

Saturday was a lovely day – Anon’s volunteer shift was the night before, my class wasn’t until 7pm that evening, and we had nothing to do. We lounged around, went to the pool, and slept, cuddled, fucked, and then I went and taught Anal 101.

I think it went very well – though I think I definitely need to work on the demo portion of this class – I had never taught it with a demo before, and he and I hadn’t discussed what I would put in his butt, so it was a bit more scattered than I would have liked.  But there were some great questions from the audience, and I think I did a damn good job.

During the class, I had Anon, who was wearing his leather jock and chaps, blindfolded, gagged, hooded and leashed to the table while I lectured. It was sweet.

There was more wandering, relaxing, outfit changing, dungeon time, and then, back up in our room, some truly motherfucking epic sex of awesomeness. Lets put it this way – sometimes, you have anal sex just because its hot. Other times, you have anal sex because your poonani gets so worn out from fucking and orgasms that the only way to continue (and oh goddamn do you want to continue) that you have to utilize your ass.

I’m pretty sure the entire 7th floor heard me screaming. Tee hee.

After that, I think I died, or at least passed out for a few hours.

Sunday was much more low key – we packed and checked out, and Anon loaded up the car while I snuck off to buy him a present – a gorgeous knew collar – a little more femme and pretty than our other two. Pictures to come soon. We spent time chillaxing before my last class of the weekend – Anal Fisting.

As usual, anal fisting draws quite a crowd – especially when you’re fisting a pretty girl.  The lecture went well, and damn, but the demo was a blast! Ammre twittered during it, which was hysterical – apparently, she had  the text queued and ready to go, lol.

We also took some great photos during the class – the event photographer came by. There are some thumbs up shots and other nice ones, and I can’t wait to get a look at them and see if I can post any.

In the meantime, here’s one a friend took with her phone – doesn’t my ass look great?

Sunday, post fisting, Anon and I had intended to get right back on the road and head back to Philly, but we wound up hanging out with Horns and another friend of ours, noshing and shooting the shit. Horns had bought a new flogger, and was looking for someone to beat up. Eventually, it was decided that she would beat Anon while I was off taking care of some other things. But, as always, the sound of his screams lured me back to the dungeon, and it led to a scene that will live on forever in the hearts and minds of those who saw it, heard it, twittered about it, and saw Anon running naked out of the dungeon in fear well after the hotel had been converted back to a vanilla space.

I’ll write about it soon, but for now, lets just say that “Meep! is not a safeword”!——

Mummy!

So, I helped participate in a Ritual Mummification class that Klawdya Rothschild taught, and it was frakkin’ awesome, and of course gave me a bajillion ideas for the boy that weekend.

I told him that we needed to head to the dollar store to pick up supplies – and I wasn’t telling him what they were for, except that they weren’t going to be hurty (Before I mentioned that it wouldn’t be hurty, he was trying to convince me the dollar stores in Philly had all gone out of business)

I managed to find almost everything I wanted there – paint, duct-tape, ribbons. I wanted new sheets, but I remembered something even better – my mother had given us a set of Queen sized sheets in a lovely beige, but Anon has a Full sized bed. Ha! Perfect.

So, Saturday night, after we had that crazy hot fucking scene that involved bondage and a broken Tenga Egg, Anon and I walked to the city. He went to a gaming event, and I waited there for one of our friends, Z.  We wandered around, and eventually got back to our place, and smoked some pot while I tore two sets of sheets into strips. Eventually Anon showed up, and was confused about the strips.  I folded them, stacked them, and put them away, after which I mostly ignored them.

The next day, Anon went over to Horn’s house to do laundry. I told him to be back by a certain time, since I was staying home to study. I studied for about an hour and a half, and then went and set up the bedroom.

I cleaned off my dresser, and set out everything I would need.

Black sheets, beige sheets, chocolate body paint, paint brush, black tempera paint, a cup, and a brush. Candles – seven day for play, and a few others for mood. Duct tape. Blind fold. Decorations.

Then I went back to studying and waiting for the boy. Ten minutes before he was supposed to arrive, I lit the candles.  When he arrived, we spent a few minutes relaxing before I told him to get undressed and wait for me to call him into the bedroom.

I slipped into a cute little lace nightgown of mine (that I had to dig out of one of his drawers, lol) When he came in, I let him see everything for a few moments before I blindfolded him.

This is the photo-documentary of what we did.

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