Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

After I taught the Caning class for CAPEX and before the play party, we went to dinner at Lava Bistro. I ate the Charleston Shrimp-N-Grits. Yum! There were about 14 people at the table. NCBluezMan sat at the end. He looked like a real redneck: jeans, beer gut, goatee, tattoos and a heavy southern accent. His cheesecake had been served. He pulled a chair close to him and motioned me to sit by him. I wasn’t budging from my seat. He patted the seat, “C’mon.” I didn’t move.

“C’mon, Princess, sit over here by me and I’ll feed you some of my cheesecake.” I relented and slid over to sit by him. The cheesecake had fresh strawberries on the side, whipped cream on top, and both strawberry and chocolate sauces drizzled over it. It was gorgeous. He dug into the cake and prepared a perfectly proportioned bite with a balance of cheesecake, strawberries, whipped cream and sauce. He fed me the first bite. Delicious.

He prepared another perfect bite. I figured it was for him, but, no, he was feeding it to me. I savored the bite and ate it very slowly. Again, he prepared a bite and wanted to feed it to me. I did not open my mouth. “C’mon, Princess.” I did not open my mouth. “Open.” This sounded more like an order. I opened my mouth and took the bite.

Another forkful came my way. I didn’t really want any more. He looked at me, “Open up, Princess.” I did not want to say no. I opened my mouth and took it. He laughed and leaned over to me, “Who’s your Daddy?”

I went down to CAPEX in Charlotte to teach Caning. Lisa, the program coordinator, introduced me to the audience and I began my spiel. I had just finished the part about how canes have this long tradition as a tool used for punishment and I was talking about how I never really do punishment because I think people ought to sit down and talk like adults.

Well, Lisa’s cell phone went off. Of all people, she should have known better to turn that thing off. It’s just really rude. But this kind of thing happens all the time to presenters. It’s annoying and most presenters usually announce that no more cell phones better go off and then jokingly give a warning that the next culprit would be used as a demo bottom.

A warning? Screw that! I called her to the front of the room and gave her six of the best – no warm up – right on the fronts of her thighs.

No more cell phones went off.

Jefferson and I scheduled some time from Noon to 2pm on a weekday at his place. I brought him a pepperoni and pineapple pizza and some beer. We had a slice and then we retired to the bedroom where we got naked and explored whether the magic of camp could be transferred to the city. Would Jefferson make a good fuckbuddy for me?

I have been kicking around the idea of the type of person who would be a good fuckbuddy:

1 – They should be hot and they should think I am hot, too.
2 – They should be open to sex with any gender. (I envision threesomes down the road)
3 – They wouldn’t become some psycho stalker.
4 – The word “fuckbuddy” is fuck plus buddy and both sides of that are important.
5 – They should be a busy person with decent scheduling skills.
6 – They should be smart.
7 – They should be fun.

So, would Jefferson make a good fuckbuddy for me? I don’t want to have to decide yet. I need another go at it to be sure. We have another date scheduled.

My mother had this fabulous set of mid-century Russel Wright dishes. She didn’t use them anymore and told me that she would give them to me when I got married. This pissed me off because I did not want to wait until I got married just to get the dishes. Finally, my father stepped in and told her give me the dishes and that waiting until I got married was ridiculous. I got the dishes. And I never got married.

For a while the dishes were packed in storage. When I moved into this apartment 20 years ago they sat in the cabinet and I only used my everyday dishes. It has not been until the past couple of years that I started using them when I had company. I enjoy the dishes. What had I been waiting for?

For the past 20 years, I would pretty much only have sexual intercourse within a primary relationship. For the past 16 months I had no primary relationship and no sexual intercourse. I enjoy sex. What am I waiting for? I do not want to enter some kind of primary relationship just to have sex. I want sex.

While sex in a committed relationship is not what I want right now, casual pick up sex is not the answer for me either. I want my sex with kink. I do not want to bumble around with a one-night-stand who does not understand how I like my sex. Really good sex requires a bit of a learning curve that does not happen in one night. And that works both ways, of course.

So, I figured that I need a fuckbuddy. But, no, not exactly. I want several fuckbuddies. A stable of fuckbuddies. Some local and some out of town.

This is going to take a while to develop. I think there will be a lot of trial and error. I am going to custom design my stable.

Not much happens on Monday but I did a fun caning with the RopeGuru on the porch of Oink cabin, packed and went looking for Marcus. He was hobbling up to the parking lot. “I’ll help you load your luggage into your car.” Marcus was pleased that I was there. He needed the assistance.

We got in the car and he started to drive down toward the path.
“Marcus, you don’t want to go that way.”
“Don’t worry, I am going to make a right.”
“No, Marcus, Back up.”
Marcus continues going forward.

“No, really, Marcus, I mean it. Back up.”
He finally backs up and looks and sees the steep drop that would have surely broken the car axle if he had kept going.

“Oh, shit, you’re right!”
“Marcus, you really are going to have to learn to listen to me.”

It’s late on Sunday at Dark Odyssey. Jefferson, Viviane and Selina have gone back to the city. Marcus is obsessed with getting his ass fucked. He won’t accept a strap-on. He won’t accept fingers or a hand. He wants bio boy cock. Nothing else will do.

“Marcus, we need to go up to the Greek party.”

But he doesn’t listen to me. Greek party! Ass fucking! Hello?!

One of the cabins at Dark Odyssey was The Boudoir Room and they were hosting a Greek party. They had a big projection screen showing Caligula and they had food and drinks and people in togas and they decorated their cabin all Greek-style with friezes, disks and everything. The first 25 people to fuck Cindy’s ass would earn a refrigerator magnet with Roman numerals – given out in order.

I had been up there earlier because I wanted to fuck Cindy up the ass. I mean the refrigerator magnet was nice and all, but I really wanted to fuck her ass. But it was too crowded – too many people fucking already, so I said I would come back later.

So, I am on the other side of camp tagging along with Marcus as he barks up many wrong trees looking for the cock that will fuck him up the ass. But I am still having a blast and seeing stuff that I have never seen before. This one guy has a dildo that straps on to the bottom of his boot and he sat in a chair and pumped that dildo into a woman who has prone on the ground. It was like revving up a car. Vroom! Vroom! Pedal to the metal. The more he pumped, the more moans she made. She loved it.

Marcus finally believed that he had exhausted all his possibilities on this side of camp and finally agreed that we should go up to the Greek Party. I find us a golf cart taxi and we start heading up. We run into BT on the road. He had been at the Greek Party. “Oh, man, it was really great. Totally the place to be. A lot of sex. Lots of ass sex”

I am sitting there smug because that is what I have been telling Marcus all along. BT continues, “But it ended about 20 minutes ago.”

I groan. I am sorry I missed the party and I missed fucking Cindy’s ass.
“See, Marcus? I was right.”
“Yes, you were right.”
“Marcus, you need to listen to me.”

We decide to head up to the dungeon to see what action we can find. BT decides to join us and hops onto the taxi. He’s sits in the back with Marcus. Marcus, with his crutches and knee brace, drapes his leg over BT. BT jokes about hot man-on-man action in the back of the cab.

We enter the dungeon and it is that late time of night where there are a few scenes going on, mostly intimate and/or winding down. Marcus is not going to find what he wants here. But I come up with the brilliant idea that maybe Marcus needs to fucked in the ass with his own balls. Marcus loves that idea and wants me to help him do it. He takes off his clothes and gets into the sling.

I am so excited because I have never done anything like this before and it is totally my thing. I tell Marcus he needs to coach me a bit. BT is right there with us and he takes on the role of supplyboy, bringing us paper towels and keeping the lube at the ready.

I start slowly stretching and working Marcus’ balls. But there is a problem. I have only clipped the nails on my right hand. I have left the nails on my left hand longer so that I could scratch and provide sensation. For this particular activity, I really needed to have short nails on both hands. Marcus helps me with his hands and I use mainly one hand.

I work it and work it. The balls are slippery. Maybe too much lube. I change gloves. Finally I manage to get his balls up his ass but then something is funny and Marcus laughs and they pop out.

I try working them in again and it’s not happening, but just trying to do it is fun. Marcus hobbles off to the bathroom.

I climb into the sling just to get a load off my feet. I put my legs up. I like what I see. My Georgia boots and my legs sheathed in my black leather chaps. At this point in the evening I am wearing just boots and chaps, nothing else. I had never gotten fully dressed after some earlier sex antics.

Marcus returns and stands in front of me. He says something, I forget what, but he is clearly looking for consent. I am a bit surly, “I can take whatever you got.” Immediately, his hand, fingers splayed, comes crashing down on my face. Shit! What is it with these guys and my face? My head is pinned between his hand and the sling.

Marcus begins to fuck me with his fingers.
“BT, how many fingers have you ever seen up inside a woman?”
“Three.”
“Look here. I got four in.”
BT looks. He sure is broadening his sexual knowledge tonight.
“And now, the thumb. Five fingers.”

BT pumps out more lube and Marcus works his hand in past the knuckles. I am screaming because it hurts and nothing that big has ever been up inside me. Marcus has big hands. I have never been fisted by a man before. There went another cherry.

I can’t believe he’s in. It feels so full. There’s not much he can do in there, because there’s not much room.

And, finally, it is time for him to come out, but he’s got no leverage. He’s on one leg, he’s got one hand in me and the other is grabbing onto the sling frame to steady himself.

“BT, you need to help me here.”

BT comes up behind Marcus and wraps his arms around Marcus’ waist. Heave ho! This is like comedy and I am laughing hysterically.

I notice that we are the last ones in the dungeon. I’m glad, because I was so loud when Marcus shoved his hand all the way in me. It’s 4:46am.

“Marcus, there’s no cabs to be had at this hour.” What a NYC type thing to say. “My cabin is nearby. I have a nice bed and we can schnugggle and sleep.”

My buddies in Oink cabin say Marcus snores. I dunno. I slept through it.

Barry was a better than decent looking guy, but he was a totally idiot. I disliked him instantly.

“Oh, Lolita, you probably are very busy”
“I am totally booked.”
But, you are amazing and I would really like to do something with you.”
“I am totally booked.”
“Couldn’t you just make a little time…”
“Totally booked!

Barry shut up and looked at me. I figured he must be in telemarketing or something, because when telemarketers call you have to say no three times before they give up.

“I guess you did not go to the Dark Odyssey orientation.”
“Huh? What do you mean? What did I miss?”
“One thing that they tell you is that when someone turns you down, you don’t ask again after 5 seconds.”

Most of the time, when someone asks for play, I don’t like to turn them down unless they are a total dweeb like Barry. But there were a lot of offers and only so much time so I did wind up saying no to some people. Because I was totally booked.

So, I was teased, how did I manage to clear my schedule to play with Jefferson? Because successful time management at an event means that you always leave room for some spontaneity. Because sometimes you want to say yes no matter what.

I alternate between charging ahead with my desires and retreating with my insecurities and issues. It leads me to sending mixed messages. Not productive.

But I can’t fight imy desires anymore and I write and hit send and think, “Oh, no, what have I done? There is no going back now.”

I am all hot and bothered by anticipation. It’s exciting and keeps me on the edge. My cunt throbs.

A n t i c i p a t i o n

I managed to score a real play date with Jefferson. Sunday after breakfast. He wanted to be tied up and even suspended. We finally had gorgeous sunny warm weather and I was tempted to do this outside from a tree, but I thought about how handy the winch in the dungeon would be.

Viviane and Selina came along. Viviane really wanted to learn rope right then and there. “Viviane, I will teach you rope, but this is not the time. I don’t want this to be a lesson. I want to focus on Jefferson. This is about me and him. You can stay and watch. And I promise I will teach you at another time.” She was cool about it.

Jefferson stripped. I teased his body with the rope. We kissed. I started laying the rope on him really slow. I wanted this to last. I tied a little and we kissed some more. Real slow and easy. I made extra wraps so that the bondage would be extra comfortable and that he would be able to stay up longer.

I talked to him while I tied. Maybe I babbled. I don’t remember much about what I said to him. I know one thing I talked about was Joseph Bean and seducing consent from a bottom. And that was exactly what I was doing.

I finally took his legs out from under him and he was floating face down. “Is this comfortable for you?” I did some adjusting and tied his hands to his sides. Secure. Whirr! I pressed the button on the winch and Jefferson went up high in the air so that I could kiss him some more without straining my back (because it’s all about my comfort, you know). I grabbed a length of hot pink parachute cord and tied his cock and balls. I gently pulled on the cord and his whole body moved back and forth. His cock moved in and out of my mouth. I love being a lazy cocksucker.

Whirr! I pressed the button and lowered him. In keeping with the lazy top construct, I lay on the mat beneath him and used my bare feet on him. I pushed on his chest and played his nipples with my toes. And then I grabbed the parachute cord between my toes and pulled. I stuck my other foot in his face. He gnawed on my toes.

And then it was time for him to come down. Down from the suspension but not out of the rope. I did not want this to end. I took out a bag of clamps. He watched as I put a clamp on each of my own nipples. And then I put some on his nipples. He had to accept that – not only was he tied and unable to resist, but there’s that idea that if I could do it, so should he.

And, if I were a guy with balls, I may have also put some on my balls, but oh, well. I changed the configuration of the parachute cord on him and added a couple of clamps to his balls. And then I used the cord to tie up his cock. I tucked a mini vibrator in with the cord for a little pleasure. I am very nice. I added more clamps to his balls.

I love clamps. They are a no-safeword scene. Once they’re on, no matter what you say, no matter how much you want to stop, they still have to somehow come off. Even if you have to do it yourself. I enjoyed explaining this to Jefferson, even though he is very smart and knows this. A little reiteration can enhance the dread of their having to be removed. He took it well.

Jefferson tested the ropes. Just how far would he be able to go in them? And then he just dove forward and began to fly. Great fun. He was Peter Pan (and we agreed definitely the Mary Martin version). I worried that he would hit his head on the scaffolding, so I ended that.

We were both pretty giddy and it was lunch time already, so I took him out of the ropes. I reached down and grabbed the pink parachute cord that had been around his cock and balls. I made four wraps around his neck and tied it off in a way that would not tighten down. I demonstrated how I could grab the rope and pull him towards me for a kiss. It looked like a collar, but I never defined it as such.

Later, he wore the cord to class and he wore it to the awards dinner and he was still wearing the cord when he and Viviane and Selina were leaving Sunday night.

“Do you want me to take that off of you?”
“Are you the only one who can remove it?

Wow, that was a really good question. But I did not have to think about it too much. It would have been inappropriate to start adding rules around it after I had put it on him.

“Anyone can remove it. I just figured that you were going back to the real world. There’s New Jersey Turnpike rest stops. Maybe you have a doorman or something…It’s very bright and pink”

“No, I want to keep it on.”

That made me very happy. I pulled the cord and kissed him.

A huge thank you to my new friend,Viviane, for overhauling my Blog. Doesn’t it look great?