Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

I’m on my way to Folsom Street Fair via Folsom Fringe! This is the big party to celebrate Boymeat‘s bithday! I’m probably not going online at all. Call my cell. I’ll be back Monday night.

And allow me to make a public plug about how great Daddy Faye is. My daddy is always the most fabulous, but I am mentioning it here because I am buttering her up so I can play with her girl. Not that I need to butter her up, because I am Daddy’s Princess and I get what I want. But I love my Daddy and she deserves it. Plus I really want to play with her girl.

I got Fleshbotted again! And so did Selina and the Blowjob Throwdown girls from Dark Odyssey.

I love this from Viviane:
“Oh, That Darling Derrière: A history of the buttocks, in pictures (of course),” by Teresa Riordan.

The TES Bondage SIG went really well last night. I showed up all crazy and frazzled from my hectic, nerve-wracking day. Usually, I like talking at the meeting opener, but it was a relief handing that responsibility to JD Trouble. And then, once we got going, I was able to switch gears and glide into being in the moment. I loosened up and enjoyed myself. And that’s what it’s about for me.

Rachel Kramer Bussel writes about learning to walk in high heels at Ms Veronica’s Finishing School.

Somebody I know likes Robot Sex. Here ya go!

Cough cough!

On Saturday night, I traveled down to Trenton, NJ for the Knot For Everyone (KFE) get-together. I was accompanied by 705-468-560. He used to have a name but now he’s just got a number. He’s a slave who is owned by Julia and she sometimes loans him out to me. I call him 705 for short.

KFE is a BDSM group that has been around for about ten years. They’ve got about 500 members. Nice folks. They had me down to present “The Greedy Pig Battles the Green-Eyed Monster,” which is a poly talk about jealousy. Afterwards, there was the monthly KFE play party. The place where they held the get-together had three floors. The main floor had a social area and a kitchen with food laid out and cold drinks. Upstairs were two rooms that we could enter: a smoking parlor and a bedroom with a fabulous bondage bed. Downstairs the basement dungeon had two rooms. The larger room had a suspension area, a St. Andrews cross and a spanking bench. On the wall were toys that could be borrowed. A smaller room had some nice attachment points. Here the rug could be taken up for watersports and sploshing scenes.

I led 705 into the smaller room. 705 offered to tie me up. He is actually a very skilled top.
“No, no, no!” I exclaimed, “I have fabulous new skills to show you! I was at Midori’s Rope Dojo two weeks ago and she added some new harnesses.”
Both 705 and I had taken Midori’s Rope Dojo in the past.

“Well, Sir…” He calls me Sir. I love that.
“Yes?”
“Sir, slave’s number three rule is to never lie to Lolita.”
“Right!”
“Omitting information is akin to lying. Like a lie of omission. I could never do that.”
“Good!”
“Well, you see, I spent today with Midori in Philadelphia and I was her demo bottom when she taught the harnesses. I was looking forward to showing them to you.”

This was so funny! I laughed. We both had gotten the same new skills and wanted to share.

So, what I wound up doing with him was a strenuous partial suspension. I added a spandex hood on him and tied a head harness over that. As you can see from the photo above, the head harness ropes glowed under the black light. Cool.

Thanks to Julia for loaning me her property!

The TES Bondage Group presents:
“Another Bondage Experience!”
with Lolita, 705, Dov, and Jason

Vet wrap, bondage tape, chains and cuffs, zip ties, pallet wrap and duck tape will all be on hand for experimentation in this evening devoted to entirely to alternative media bondage. Lolita, 705, Dov, and Jason will teaching and guiding individuals with specific techniques. No lecture, the meeting will be entirely practice oriented, so bring your chains, locks, wrap, or tape, or come ready to be bound!

Doors open 7:30pm; meeting starts at 8pm
260 West 36th Street, 3rd Floor, NYC
$4 for Members of TES and other SM/Leather orgs; $8 Non-Members

Gloria Brame found this great video by Michael Moore about caning in England.

And to file away in the Ask For What You Want And You Still May Not Get It file… The hot sexy Amanda Wildfyre thinks the 100 Divas Project is a cute idea, but she has declined to be a part of it.

For years now, Boymeat and I have been discussing the viability of buying a shipping container. Just look at the possibilities!

Hooray! NY State will no longer accept federal funds for abstinence only education.

Gun play that went tragically wrong.

So, I have this fetish. Maybe fetish is the wrong word for it. But there’s this thing that really gets me turned on. It’s denim. Especially Daisy Dukes. Little denim cut-offs that are so short that you can see a guy’s balls peeking out through the frayed ends. I like them on girls, too, but with guys you have the added bonus.

These days, no one wears anything like this. They’re all wearing oversized cargo “shorts” that come down below the knee. Ugly! Anyway… shortly after Dark Odyssey last year, I told Jefferson about my little fetish. “I would really like you to wear these for me next year at camp.” He thought about a few short seconds and then told me that he would. Wow! Wow! Wow! File this under Ask For What You Want And You Just May Get It.

Months later I saw the movie posters for Black Snake Moan. Oh! Oh! Oh! I just had to see that movie. I didn’t care what it was about. I didn’t care if it was any good. The image was just so hot. I needed to see it if only for the fetish value. I saw the movie and then informed Jefferson that I would lock a chain around his waist, too. He looked at me sideways and nodded his assent.

I was really looking forward to this. But I was also realistic. Camp gets crazy. Sometimes dates are made and scenes are planned and they just never happen. He’s teaching. I’m teaching. He’s got Viviane there and the blow job girls and his boyfriend and who knows who else he may meet. And he would have chores to do and he would have to leave Sunday because of work. So maybe this wouldn’t happen.

Two weeks before the event, he sent an email wanting to schedule the Daisy Dukes date. He was serious and he was making our date a priority. We inked in Saturday at 5pm into dinner. This! This is one of the reasons that Jefferson is a great fuckbuddy. He is not a flake. He does what he says he will do. Does that sound really simple? Yeah, it is.

Anyway, he showed up at 5pm on Saturday. I went out on my front porch and there he was sucking a lollipop while swinging on the swing. He was wearing the Daisy Dukes and a little shirt tied up at the waist and a straw hat. And he was barefoot. I locked an eight foot heavy chain around his waist and expected him to follow me. But he held his ground and I was not strong enough to pull the chain against his resistance.

“I like beer.” He swirled the lollipop in his mouth. Oh, he was gonna be trouble.
“I like beer,” he repeated in his Southern accent.
Luckily, one of my cabinmates likes beer, too. I took him into the cabin to swipe a beer. Motherfucker went out of his way to slam the door. Big trouble. But I didn’t want to hit him. I just handed him the beer and I began walking across camp. He followed on the chain with his lollipop and his beer.

As we approached the trees he balked. I coaxed him, “Come on, honey, I’ll take you somewhere you’ve never been.” We entered the woods. I kept the pace conservative because he was barefoot.

We entered a clearing and found some signs of civilization. He threw the beer bottle into the grass.
“Pick it up!”
He didn’t.
“Pick it up!” I said it even more firmly.
He did. And then he threw towards the garbage pail but not in it. Fucker.
I made him pick it up again and this time he threw it in the garbage.

I think he realized that he was pissing me off, because soon after he started behaving. Really, I did not want him to act out Black Snake Moan; I just wanted him to wear the shorts and be chained up.

I lead him over to the bench by the pond and chained him to it. We began to kiss. Jefferson is a really good kisser. He’s focused and tender. We hugged. And then I felt the emotion well up from inside of me. Oh, no, I thought, no, I did not want to allow the emotion to surface. I struggled for a bit and then figured that I just should allow myself to be real. And then I began to cry. A hearty cry. The kind of cry that felt really good to let out. Jefferson was perfect. He didn’t say a word. He just held me.

I cried a while. And then I blurted out, “I love you.” I swear I had no idea where that came from. I panicked and babbled, “It’s not like that. This does not change anything! I also love you and Viviane, and you and Madeline, and you and Marcus, and you and the kids, and you and everybody else. Nothing changes!”

I think Jefferson understood. And then we had amazing sex. It was extra amazing because he was still chained to the bench. I am all about having amazing sex with a hot boy toy in Daisy Dukes who is chained to a bench.