Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

Molly and Marcus at camp
photo by Barbara Nitke

Here is Molly’s story as written by Molly herself.

I can’t remember when exactly it was, the first time Marcus proposed to me. I think it was within the first minute of meeting him at camp. Well, at least it was in the first minute of talking to him. Before we spoke, we worked together for about an hour on kidnapping and gang raping a guy we’d never met. It was all consensual like, I mean the guy did ask for it (literally). When the scene was winding down Marcus looked at me and said, “Hi.” Then he said, “What’s your story?” … “Do you want to run away with me and get married and live happily ever after?” I think that’s how it went. I don’t remembering saying Yes, but Marcus obviously thought I did, because he would introduce me to various perverts in the dining room, “This is Molly, we just met and we are running away together and getting married”. I thought that was the kinkiest thing, a marriage proposal at a BDSM Sex Camp. I thought, How WRONG is That? I LOVE IT!! This was my first time at Dark Odyssey, and I could see I was going to like it. Meeting Marcus right at the start of camp was the best thing that could have happened.

In all my BDSM and kinky play I’ve always been a Top. When Barbara Carellas told me she was taking me to Dark Odyssey – a place for people to try things they’ve never done before, I made a deal with myself that I would do LOTS of first time things and I would also NOT be a Top – I wanted to try out being a bottom, being submissive and seeing how it goes. OK! its true – you wouldn’t have known that I was there to learn how to bottom if you saw me at the kidnapping scene with my riding crop and wearing those thigh-high full length black rubber boots with 7 inch stiletto heels like Catwoman- but hey, it’s not like I had to refuse to top anyone if given the chance, right?

Well, anyway, the experiment of “Molly Learns How To Bottom and Do loads a First Time Stuff” definitely started to happen as camp went on. Barbara C asked me to be the demo bottom for her “Erotic Awakening Massage for People with Pussies” class, and if you were there, you will know from the 5 minute full-body orgasm I had on the table that I loved it. I was the luckiest demo bottom at sex camp. Barbara and I have done that massage many times, but i had never done it in front of an audience of 50 people. So it was still kinda First Time. I love things that are ‘first time’, did I tell you?

After the erotic awakening, I felt all amazing and floaty. I bumped into Marcus on the lawn. We went off to the foot worshipping class, but we couldn’t concentrate on it, so we ran away to Lolita’s power flogging lesson. We were a bit late arriving and we sat in the back row. Lolita was telling us about flogging. I love Lolita, I just met her here at camp cause she let me join her Cabin. I can’t hear the details of what’s she is saying because Marcus and I are distracted. We start kissing. He slips his hand down my jeans and onto my pussy. Its dripping wet, and he moans into my ear at how soft and wet my pussy feels, he lets out another moan as his fingers discover the cold hard metal of my piercings. What a combination it is. Cold hard metal rings in a soft warm silky wet pussy… I can feel that I am about to cum. At that point, Lolita is giving tips to the class about techniques for making a girl cum by flogging her, the energy in the class is building as the girl on the cross is being flogged to the point of orgasm, no one notices that I am also hitting orgasm in the back row. I bite hard into Marcus’s cheek as I let out a scream of ecstasy – its so muffled, no one seems to notice, and anyways, the girl on the cross is screaming way louder than me. So the flogging demonstration is over and its time for the students to do the practical. Marcus and I flog each other, but we are distracted because we just want to fuck each other. Lolita comes over and puts her hand in my pants and screams “My god, Molly, you are so wet!!!”

I don’t know if I ever told Marcus about wanting to be Topped at camp, but either way, we worked it out. He threw me on the bed in “the whorehouse” that afternoon and told me I better “Stop thinking it’s all about what you want, Molly.” He flipped my body and legs and arms around how he wanted them as he fucked me – always with that scary look and that Elvis style lip he gets when he is fucking – making me cum over and over again. I start speaking in this very small voice, nothing like my voice, “You’re scaring me Marcus. why do you want to scare me?” I’ve never heard that voice, it just came out of me and it sounded very fragile and vulnerable, even though most of the time I felt safe with him … but then suddenly there was a time once when Marcus really did scare me… my little voice saying “You are scaring me” wasn’t going to make him stop… I had to really focus and do everything to find my very strongest voice and yell “Marcus!!” to let him know I really was fucking scared. A couple times I didn’t know if I could stay in the headspace of this game with Marcus or not, but I did and we went somewhere incredible on a few occasions at camp. Marcus wrote about some of it here.

But back to the whorehouse – we’re still fucking and some people walk in to set up the whorehouse for the night. We realize that the whorehouse isn’t even open yet and we’ve already fucked in about 4 of the beds. We apologize to them. No-one seems to mind – they go ahead and set up the place for the night and we just keep on fucking. I have forever wanted to be fucked anally by someone who really knows what they’re doing, I say to Marcus that I heard he is the king of ass so i want him to fuck me in the ass. He does, and I come almost immediately he enters me. We lay on the bed and talk about sex and our life and our kids and work and our lovers, we fuck some more and fall asleep. We totally miss Felice’s vaginal fisting class – I wanted to see that. Damn. You just can’t do everything at camp.

We go down to Cabin 19 for a shower and Marcus washes me in the shower. Surprisingly I notice Marcus is very good at this – he washes me very lovingly. He could almost be a slave washing his Mistress. Mmm.

One afternoon, I went to Whittney’s ‘Spirituality and BDSM’ class. I knew immediately Whittney was the person who could flog me – I got brave and went up to Whittney after the class and asked him if he would tie me up in the dungeon that night. He said, “I would love to”. But gee, there was so much to do before that flogging date in the dungeon.I better get moving. I had to go back and see everyone in Cabin 19 – it was a Cinderella Glass Slipper type situation… I had to find someone who would fit into my baby-pink corset because it was now too big for me and I wanted someone else to wear it. Wendy tied Hunter into the corset. Everyone nearly died. OH! Hunter was so perfect in that corset – Marcus told Hunter and I to get down on the floor and he wrapped us together in plastic – we were so lost in each other I don’t even remember who was watching. But I do remember Match was there. I know this because that was the first night I met him. The first thing I ever said to Match was, “can you pass the lube?” He did and he poured it onto my toes so I could fuck Marcus’ ass with my foot. I love that. I’m waiting for the day Match and I are together somewhere and and someone asks, “How did you guys meet?” By the way, have you ever kissed Match? He is one of the best kissers you will ever come across, and he is very smart – he knows how to make me cum by touching nothing except the piercings in my cunt. Very cunning.

There was always so much to get on with at Cabin 19. As part of the “Molly Learns How to be a Bottom” routine, Lolita got me on the porch and put me over her knee.. she spanked me and made me cum in record time! (very impressed, Lolita) in the moments before I was just about to orgasm, The Ramones came on the stereo and everyone started singing along in that Ramones flat anthem-style as I was being spanked… “I-Wan-na-Be-Se-dated”… me? – I didn’t sing, I just came very loudly, screaming into Lolita’s legs.

Anyway, I couldn’t hang around all night having threesomes and getting wrapped in plastic and being spanked – I had to go to the cuddle party. There were so many rules at the cuddle party – at first I thought that maybe it wasn’t for me all these rules and regulations. but actually, lots of rules are perfect for letting go completely… once the actual cuddles started I had the most amazing time with the gorgeous tantric teachers from NYC. Oh! I loved the cuddle party. But I couldn’t hang around all night cuddling. I had an appointment in the dungeon. Whittney asked me to choose the floggers. I didn’t want sting. Only thud. Very heavy Thud. Whittney tied me up to the standing ladder. The gorgeous Captain B and others from the kidnapping scene came along to watch. Whittney gave me a very long and heavy flogging. In the beginning I thought I was going to die with the pain, it was so intense, I nearly said to him “actually this flogging thing, it might not be for me after all, I might just get untied now” … then with Whitney’s advice in my ear, I found a way of just going with the pain, AND THEN something amazing happened, I just felt like i was flying, he flogged and flogged me and I cried and cried and sobbed and sobbed through it all. Captain B told me afterwards that she also cried and watched almost horrified as Whittney’s flogging seemed like it would never end – at one point she said he was lifting up the flogger with both hands high up in the air and with the full force of both his arms he’d bring the flogger crashing down on my back… THUD!… apparently the noise was deafening. I didn’t hear it. I was buzzing. It was truly a cathartic experience and I got rid of some very deep grief – something very huge shifted in me that night. I was flying for hours. I walked away from the ladder and noticed Marcus was right there next to me getting fucked up the ass by some guy. I smiled and went to go eat some midnight snack. I was starving.

One morning I was Barbara C’s bottom demo again – in her sensual fire play session. I had no idea what to expect but I absolutely loved it and once again, Barbara weaved her magic to make me go places I have never been. Barbara Carrellas has been responsible for changing my life many times since I first met her 12 years ago. And she did it again by taking me to camp. I cried on the Sunday night when she won Best Teacher at the D.O. awards because ITS TRUE! she is the best teacher. I also knew that this was the first time that Barbara had taught since her teaching partner (Chester) passed away, and teaching without Chester was a very big thing to do. So that award meant even more. I am so lucky that she has been my teacher for so long.

One day in the dining room I asked Marcus if he liked the idea of being tied down on a bench – his cock and balls in bondage – me Queening him and dripping hot wax on him? I said that if he liked the idea, I will find another top and we will “double domme” him before the end of camp. He said he liked the idea. I asked Lolita and she agreed to do it with me. But days flew by and we never did it. Then on very the last night at about 1 o clock in the morning, Lolita walked into Cabin 19 and I thought, “My God! here is the moment we have been waiting for. We are going to do it now.” We didn’t do the Queening or hotwax because Marcus was tied to a beam standing up but the scene was still as hot as anyone could have wished it to be and all the tenants of cabin 19 loved the show. Lolita wrote about it here. Lolita is a genius top. She’s so fucking good at it and she’s so fucking funny at the same time.

There are many parts of my camp time that are blank, I cant remember them all, some little moments fly into my mind every now and then (like the time I asked a 6 foot tall very strong looking guy to carry me to the outdoor dungeon because I couldn’t walk across the grass in my black rubber kinky boots with 7 inch heels, he looked at me… a bit shy but carried me anyway… I realized later he wasn’t actually an attendee at Sex Camp, he was a cook in the kitchen, he must have thought he’d died and gone to heaven) … then there was a moment when Marcus and I bumped into Elle Emenope and we decided that she had the Best Name in camp. “LMNOP” you say it exactly like that little bit in the alphabet… its genius. And then of course its hard to remember all that happened on those nights in Cabin 19. Some of them were fairly sleepless I think. Once Marcus and Hunter and I seemed to fuck all night long. And then Prince came in too. Not to mention the gorgeous little Missy. Oh! some of it is a blur.

On the drive back to New York, Barbara and I felt so happy. We didn’t speak all that much. At one point down the highway, she just looked at me and said “You were popular,” and we laughed. We stopped to get gas – everyone in the gas station seemed so fucking strange. They didn’t want to hug us. No-one asked me to piss in their mouth. The outside world was just so weird. I remember laughing to myself at one point and thinking – “I actually came to ‘I wanna be sedated’??”

And I thought,”This fucking bottoming shit might just be the bomb after all.”

Molly
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[Editor’s note: Molly doesn’t have her own blog. She can be emailed at ohmissmolly@gmail.com]

Last night, a group of us went to see Hurt So Good. I had originally seen the play a year ago and it was only okay. I went to see it again because I am in it! Well, a recording of my voice is in it and my bio is in the program. This performance run has a revised script, which I liked much better. It was much more clued into the BDSM scene and the jokes were much funnier. I liked how you had to draw your own conclusion at the end. The run closes on Saturday and it’s sold out. There is talk of doing it again next year.

The Observer talks to my friend, Nayland Blake, in its article on Design Bears.

So many of my kinky buddies also knit. I wonder if they all know about Subknit which is a podcast that is of interest to those into BDSM and knitting.

Now, you can hear Boymeat’s keynote speech online! Go here, click on fun, click on the speech, and the link to listen.

The All State Café closes. It was a neighborhood institution that always served a really good burger.

Hooray for the Georgia Supreme Court! They ruled today that the 10 year sentence given to Genarlow Wilson was “cruel and unusual punishment.” He was the 17 year old who had consensual oral sex with his 15 year old girlfriend.

I’m driving down the West Side Highway babbling. Don Quixote is in the passenger seat. And then I realize his cock is out of his pants and he’s rock hard. I am delighted and I start to play with it. It’s good that the car is an automatic and I can drive with only one hand.

I look in the rear view mirror. “Hey, there’s motorcycles behind me. They’re in a pretty tight formation. I think they might be cops.”

We stop at a light and I look again, “It is cops! Highway patrol. Put your cock away.”

He puts it away quickly. I drive carefully, not giving the cops any cause to stop us. I let them get ahead of us. We stop at another light, “Look at their boots. Nice. The NYC Highway Patrol has the best uniforms. The jackets? They’re leather and a bit longer and with the belt. It is the best uniform. And when they’re not wearing helmets, they have cool caps.”
“Now you sound like Bullneck.”
“Really? He likes NYC Highway Patrol specifically?”
“Oh, yes.”

Eventually, we turn east and they keep going south. “Okay, take it out again.” And I go back to playing with his cock and babbling.

“You know, if they catch you like this, you can be charged as a sex-offender and then nobody will want to live near you.”
“They already don’t want to live near me.”
“Well, you know what I mean. No matter what kind of sex offender you are, you are lumped in together with child molesters. The sex offender registries make no distinction like between two guys having consensual sex versus a rapist. Or that poor 17 year old kid who had sex with his 16 year old girlfriend. It’s crazy!”

I squeezed his cock real hard.

“And you know what I really hate? When you go to the Black Rose event, in the paperwork at registration, they ask you if you are a registered sex offender. I really hate that question. I check no and sometimes I write that I find the question offensive and that some of my friends are sex offenders. It’s really stupid. How come they don’t ask if you ever got convicted of theft or something?”

I spit in my hand for some lubrication.

“I guess this is not very sexy, my ranting about politics while playing with your cock.”
“No, it’s okay. I like your passion.”
“Well, I guess it is okay. You are rock hard. And hard cocks don’t lie. So, okay.”

I continue to play with the cock. And I rant a bit more.

So, hey, now we’ll have all these Republicans that will be registered sex offenders, maybe we can get them to change the laws.

So, I figure that’s enough ranting about sex offender stuff. I can always do that in my blog. Meanwhile, there’s a guy next to me with a big hard cock. I work it.

“That really hurts.”
I laugh and continue.
“You’re hurting me and then you’re laughing about it.”
“Look, I have no empathy. I don’t have a cock so I have no idea how much it hurts you.” I laugh some more. “Besides, your cock is still really hard. You obviously like this.”

Charcoal drawing from the “Love Series” by Betty Dodson

Susie Bright has one of my favorite blogs. Here is her interview with Betty Dodson, who I totally adore in every way.

Don’t mess with this lady. She is only 4’5” and 90 pounds, but she will come at you with a big axe if you try to rob her store.

An interview with the owners of the professional NYC dungeon, Hidden Chamber.

I want Candy!

Let’s go back to Coney Island next summer!

Jocasta portrays a perfect example of how to use a blog to cruise for playdates.

Congrats to my friend, Spanky, who won the title of Mr. New Jersey Leather 2008!

Great news! Today the U.S. 6th Circuit Court of Appeals in Cleveland struck down 18 U.S.C. 2257 on its face as unconstitutional. The Free Speech Coalition reports, “At this early stage, it appears that the decision in this case that began 12 years ago is a solid one.” This statute has been a paperwork nightmare for both web and print media. It shut down many of them and put a chill on others. They made it so onerous because they were “trying to protect the children,” but what the were really doing was censoring erotica for all adults.

I know that guy. I won’t play with him again either.

Kiss my ass. I think they should have also gotten a testimonial from Tristan Taormino.

I added a mini-banner for Zipcar here in my sidebar. If you click through and sign up, you’ll get a $25 credit for free driving with them. I love Zipcar and use it regularly. It’s very convenient and affordable.

I am very proud of Boymeat and the keynote speech he gave in Albuquerque last weekend.

This happens to me a lot. It goes something like this:

An acquaintance says, “I’ll see you at ______ (fill in an event).”
“I won’t be going to ______ this year.”
“You’re not teaching there?”
“Nope, not this year.”
The person is almost accusing me, “Why not?”
“Because they did not invite me to teach. And that’s okay.”
And now they are incredulous, “But you’re Lolita! How can they not ask you to teach?”

I totally understand why an event might not ask me back to teach. Events need to rotate their speakers. A good program director realizes that you can’t ask the same people to teach every year. Even if the presenter is very popular and offers a variety of classes, the event needs to make room for others to be heard. If they ask the same people back year after year, the event becomes stale.

I do not take a situation like this as a personal rejection. It’s a situation that has happened with several events. Usually it means that I get asked again in a year or two. And as someone who has done programming for several events, I have been on the other end of the situation making the tough decisions on who to ask.

As you know, Molly and I topped Marcus at Dark Odyssey. Molly and I are quite the team. We’ve been emailing back and forth and plotting what we want to do to Marcus next year. See that picture? Molly sent that along and thought it would be good inspiration for when we tie him to the pole in his cabin next year. This definitely looks doable. I like it!