Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

It was quite late on Saturday night at the Dark Odyssey Sexorama. The Garden of Carnal Delights had been even better this year, but it was over and most folks had drifted away to their cabins or the bonfire or somewhere. The Objectification Room was closed. I entered the Brothel. The whores had finished for the night. I watched as Daddy D fucked a woman in lingerie. He has a great ass. I have watched him fuck before. Actually I had seen him fuck this particular woman last year. A guy sidled up to me, “That’s my slave. Daddy D fucks her here every year.” I looked at him. He was really proud of this. I smiled and said, “That’s really cool!” and walked out.

Nothing going on in the Makeout room. I headed back to the Orgy Room. Selina had hooked up with a guy. He had shaved his goatee and mustache and he was transformed into a she with a tasteful black cocktail dress, classic black pumps with rather slender spikes (for being at camp), a blond wig and makeup. Selina stood over the scene while her date sucked Marcus’ cock. Jefferson was at the girl’s other end. This “girl” was not very good at sucking dick and it did not look like Jefferson was going to get into that tiny little tensed-up asshole. I walked back out onto the porch.

Sir B had shown up and stood below the porch. Our paths have been crossing for the last ten years or so. There’s always some flirting with us, but we have never hooked up. We talk for a while. Sir B wants to know if I am getting my needs met. At that point Daddy D exits the Brothel and laughs, “Oh, don’t you worry about Lolita. She is just where she wants to be and has things under control.”

Daddy D joins Sir B below the porch and they start talking sex. Blah blah blah. This is not going anywhere. There’s desire but they seem to have put up a lot of barriers – two dominants – yadda yadda yadda. I interrupt and suggest action right now, right here.

So, Sir B goes down on Daddy D.OK, so we got some hot boy on boy action here. I kneel down and suck on Daddy D’s nipples. He has no hair on his chest, baby smooth skin and shiny jewelry pierced through his nipples. The best boy on boy action is when I am right there up close or, better yet, a part of it. At some point Jefferson appeared and watched. I toyed with the idea of getting him involved but then thought that these boys could really figure that on their own or at least they need to learn how to do that. But anyway, I had come up with a different brilliant idea and scurried back to the Orgy Room to grab a glove and some lube. I know what Daddy D likes.

I shoved the glove in B’s hand, not saying anything. With two dominants, you kinda have to gently facilitate. B took the glove. I ripped open the packet of Astroglide and waited patiently until B held his gloved hand out. I lubed him up and the hand went to Daddy D’s ass. Jefferson then expressed concern about Marcus. Marcus was injured and on crutches. I jumped up, “I’ll go blow him!”

I bounded into the Orgy Room but Marcus was already occupado. A nice leatherman man was sucking Marcus’ cock. Good! I went back outside.

Sir B and Daddy D were going at it. Jefferson was standing and watching. “Marcus is already getting his cock sucked. So, I’ll just suck yours.” I dropped to my knees and Jefferson dropped his shorts. I took him in deep. He started pounded into me and banging the back of my throat. I almost threw up at one point. But I kept it up. His cum shot on my shirt and in my hair and on my badge. And then he kissed me. I like how he kisses.

We left Sir B and Daddy D by the porch and went back to the Orgy Room. Jefferson and I reclined together and watched Marcus and the leatherman. It was comfortable.

NG walked in when the sex was over but not the sighing and caressing. He was one of the medical staff at DO and wanted to check on Marcus and his knee. Conscientious and attentive. He was carrying his ritual sword. The leatherman’s wife asked about it and asked to hold it. NG started explaining about it and then lifted his shirt to show the sword depicted in the tattoo on his abdomen.

After NG left, I jumped up and lifted my petticoat. “What the fuck?” exclaimed Marcus when he saw I had the same tattoo on my thigh. “That was my ex,” I said with a wry smile. “And, yes, I do love my tattoo very much.”

Some guy shows up at my Spanking class late, and right away he challenges me. I put him in his place because I am right and he is wrong. I am not sure who this guy is but there is something about him that I like.

At dinner I find out that guy is Marcus. He is Jefferson’s best friend for 20 years. They fuck each other and they fuck each other’s girlfriends. There is something about him that I like. Later that night Marcus goes down on The Clown. Twice. He blows me and he blows my mind.

And yes, I do like him. On some level we are kindred spirits. He’s a maniac but we are comfortable with each other. BT said late on Sunday, “You two bicker like you are married.” We both turned to him and at the same time and said, “We’re New York Jews.”

Marcus inspires me and emboldens me. Like, he hurts his knee after dinner on Saturday (naked men’s wrestling), comes back from the hospital on crutches and goes straight to Sexorama and dives right into to everything. Until Marcus got there I was being shy and not doing much. Watching him and Jefferson just kind of empowered me to let loose a bit.

M had impeccable timing. She was back after after last year’s spanking (I made her pay me $300 Kundalini Kash for it). She was wearing a black lace dress that looked very sexy against her Latin complexion. It was her old prom dress but the bows had come off and it was looking a bit shabby – perfect for camp. “Oh, Lolita, please spank me. You’re the best.” I gabbed her by the hair, dragged her into the Orgy Room, bent her over and started spanking her hard with my gloved hand. I was really rough on her, choking, spanking, pulling her hair to the point that I ripped her dress. But it was exactly what we both needed right then and there. It got me all worked for later.

It’s around 2am on Friday night. Viviane and I stroll from the Midnight snack over to the Polymorphous Perverts. Jefferson is in the hot tub with a whole mess of people and it’s like an orgy and water is sloshing over the sides. He’s clearly happy to see me. I tell him I am on the way back to my cabin and that “I got a sleepover date with a hot girl.”

“Wait for me. I want to walk with you part of the way.” Eventually he extricates himself out of the tub and Viviane hands him his towel. We start walking up the road. Just me and him.

So, like, I’m cool. I can walk. I can talk. Yeah… But, oy! Inside I am just dying.

The back story: I found Jefferson’s profile on the Dark Odyssey Attendees Website a week before the event and on a lark I clicked through onto his blog. Wow! That week I spent an inordinate amount of my free time reading him. We exchanged some messages and emails before camp. I even sent him my story about last year. And then I wrote up a a new vignette from last year as a little gift to him.

And I kept reading. He’s rather prolific. I was fascinated. I was intrigued. I was curious. I was interested. But I’m not stupid. I do not expect anything from the internet to translate into real time. No expectations. And, another thing – maybe he will think I am unattractive. It’s happened before: the times when I finally meet an online contact who had written that they were hot to trot and looking forward to meeting and we finally meet face to face and I say “Hi! I’m Lolita!” all perky and they just look at me and say, “Oh, hi.” and then that is that. Done. Over. So, I have learned from experience. No expectations, no disappointments.

So, anyway, back to my story. We’re walking up the road. Jefferson is barefoot and wearing just a towel that keeps falling off. I don’t remember the conversation. But he starts kissing me in the middle of the road. He’s a good kisser. His towel drops off and we’re just kissing away in the middle of the road. People are walking by and golf cart taxis are whizzing by. He strips my shirt off of me. Two Oink cabinmates walk by and make a wisecrack. I am just focused on Jefferson.

“Don’t you have a sleepover date with a hot girl?”

I look at my watch. It’s 2:40am. “Well, my date is not until 3am.”

Jefferson needs to take a leak and moves off the road to a tree. I want to watch and move over by him. But this big old pine tree is blocking all the light and there is not much I can see.

So, I know I am going to have sex with this guy. Maybe not right now, but it’s going to happen and there’s things that need to be discussed before it gets to that and I figure this is as good a time as any. So, I tell him my issues/limits and it is all cool.

“Anything else, Lolita?” and I’m thinking not really, but I tell him that I worry about being fat and that is my only hang up. He grabs me and drags me past the trees and out onto the grass and throws me down and smacks me really hard across my face. I am shocked. Nobody has hit me like that since 1992. He’s a maniac. He smacks my face twice more. And then he starts kissing me again. And, um, it’s really hot.

And somewhere along all this I have lost my clothes. My shirt is still up there on the side of the road. All I got on is my boots and I am lying naked in the wet grass. And Jefferson is kissing me and I start laughing. Because I can smell the grass and I am convinced there are no bugs. It all feels so good.

Jefferson rolls me over and starts spanking my ass and not the sensuous slow spanking of the sweet spot that I like. “Ow!” And then he flips me over again and straddles me and presses his big cock down into my mouth and it slides down my throat. I can take it. It’s a challenge, but I can take it. He fiercely pumps his cock in my mouth.

“What about your date, Lolita?”

I am like so not worried about my date. “She knows which bed is mine. And, and, I told her just in case I wasn’t there yet that she should just crawl in and start sleeping without me.”

He shoves his cock back in my mouth. I am just totally open for him. He pulls out and dives into my cunt with his mouth and fingers. I look up at the moon and flashback on “no expectations, no disappointments” and meeting Jefferson and his friends at dinner and Jefferson going down on The Clown and now this and I start laughing again. Laughing, because I am really happy. This is just so good.

A date. Bratboy and me in the Dungeon Friday at Midnight. I walk in and he’s over on the mats waiting for me. I walk by him. “I just gotta pee first.”

I report back. “Strip.” I kick off my big Boss Wescos and get naked. Gee, I really hate being naked in public. Body issues. But I do it with no fuss.

So, Bratboy is new at rope and wanted someone to practice on. I had volunteered myself to him before the event. It was my only scheduled bottom scene.

He approached me earlier in the weekend.
“We still have a date, right?”
“Yes, of course.”
“What else can I do to you besides tie you up?”
“What else do you want to do?”
“Impact” He wanted to beat me.
“Okay.” I don’t like too much negotiation.

It was his first time tying someone up. I was pleased to take the cherry. I lay back on the mat and relaxed as he worked with the rope on my ankles and thighs. I did not interfere with advice. I just let him do his thing. Then my wrists were tied to the ankles and I was his to beat.

He began. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” It started hard and fast. “How about some warm-up. motherfucker!” I was already crying. My inner thighs took a brutal beating. He kept pulling nasty toys from his bag and hitting me. I wailed and I broke sown in sobs, the kind of sobs where you are crying so hard that it is difficult to breathe.The beating continued. Bratboy was not intimidated by my crying. He continued. He knows that I need to cry. I need to release toxic emotions that build up inside of me.

And then it was over and I could feel his body weight against me. And I became centered again.
“Oops! I got snot on your shirt.”
“It’s washable.”
I wiped my nose in his shirt some more.

At which point I noticed that I was really hungry. Dinner had sucked. You don’t go to camp for the food. Midnight snack was served from 12:30 to 1:30pm. It was 1:15pm. I wanted to go. We rushed outta there.

I was still totally buzzed and there was no way I could just go back to my cabin from Midnight snack. Viviane found me there. “Lolita, come back with me to the Polymorphous Perversions cabin,” she purred. “Jefferson is there and he would love to see you.”

Viviane is a facilitator. I totally recognized that early on. She’s real smooth. I like her a lot. I went with her.

There were cool posters all over Dark Odyssey advertising Cirkus Erotikus on Friday night. There were many acts: The Strongest Man in the World (punching), Boymeat the Whipmaster (cracking open balloons with Kundalini Kash inside), The Electrical Man (stun guns), The Sword Swallowers (knife play), Caged Animals and more. Down in the lower right was an ad for Go Down On The Clown. Most of the acts featured names but who was The Clown? Tristan said that everyone wanted to know who was The Clown. It was a big secret.

The Clown was a happy clown dressed in big bright clothes with a big red smile, orange braids and a hat with glitter. The Clown danced around kicking up striped socks and big black shiny shoes. And The Clown would pull up her dress to reveal bloomers and a big black cock. “Suck my dick!” she bellowed.

And the campers lined up. Some were timid and admitted that they had never before sucked a cock. And some were bold and voraciously swallowed the cock down whole. Some were egged on by their partners. Some were scared and ran away. Some needed direction, “Harder, faster, deeper!” and some were experts.

The Clown paid out Kundalini Kash to everyone who went down. “You need practice because you are terrible at this, but here’s $200 for trying.” The amounts varied. Only Marcus and Little Juliann earned the top amount of $500. Those two know how to suck cock and they look good doing it! The secret to looking good is copious amounts of drool.

On the way out, Marcus accosted The Clown, “I’ve been offered $300 Kundalini Kash if I go down on a woman and out of everybody here, I thought about you first. Will you do it?”

The Clown was very flattered, but not stupid. “You are getting $300? You need to give me $100 of that and then I will do it.”

Marcus was having none of that. “Go negotiate $500 for me and I will give you $100.”

Ya, right. The Clown went and negotiated $300 for herself so that Marcus could have his $300. The cock came off and the bloomers were pulled down and The Clown positioned herself on a massage table. Marcus dove in and did quite a nice job. Everybody got paid.

Well, here’s another clue for you all, The Clown was Lolita.

Suck my big black dick!

Quick Dark Odyssey Recap

Here’s the short list.

1. I made some really cool new friends. Jefferson, Marcus, Viviane and Selina.

2. Oink Cabin won 7 individual award ribbons. I love my Oink cabinmates. I won the Happy Camper Award! Yay, Ima the most happy camper in the whole D. O! (Apologies to Frank Loesser.)

3. I was a clown for the first time ever! Really great, but I am dismayed that no pictures were taken.

4. I helped a bunch of people bust some cherries. I lost a couple of my own cherries.

5. Last year’s DO was transformative for me in a number of ways. I think that this year may have been even more so. Again, I pushed myself and it was difficult for me. But I had some amazing experiences that reopened some doors that have long been closed. Really good stuff.

6. I kept all my playdates except one. I canceled sub gee and we will play in the city. I think the time I spent with Jefferson drained my energy. In a good way. I just needed some downtime hanging with Boymeat on our porch.

7. I was an instigator. I like pushing people into doing stuff they want to do but would never do without someone like me around to make it happen.

8. Four nights with three sleepover dates. Not sex or play, just schnuggles and sleep.

9. Jefferson. I know I already mentioned him but it bears repeating.

I have some great stories I want to tell. Be patient with me.

I’ve been gone for too long. But now, I’m back. It’s different. And it’s gonna be good.

Wheeee!!!!!!

Volume 11, Number 4 © Copyright 2005 by Lolita Wolf – Material may not be reproduced in whole or in part without prior written consent of the copyright holder. The views expressed herein are exclusively those of the author and do not represent the views of any other person or any organization with which the author may be associated.

QUOTATION OF THE WEEK

“[I]t is impossible to organize things if you yourself are not in order. When you do things in the right way, at the right time, everything else will be organized. “

– Shunryu Suzuki

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TRAINED BY MIDORI

Two weekends ago, Michele, Delano, Seraphin and I headed down to The Crucible in Washington DC for Midori’s Rope Bondage Dojo. Wow! Sixteen full hours of rope education spread over two days. Midori is a great teacher who explains everything fully as she demonstrates and then works with everyone in the class as everybody the does it on each other. Everybody was expected to switch and everybody did. I had heard that we would be given speed drills and team projects and I was a little apprehensive about those, but when it came to actually doing it, I was confident in being able to do everything and I managed just fine – actually better than fine! These exercises actually made it even easier to learn everything.

And there was a lot to learn: four different two-column ties, two body harnesses, hand and foot bondage, a dildo harness and, at the end, we learned how to do self-suspension. We also were taught the history of Japanese rope bondage, the many reasons (intents) why people like to do rope bondage and we trained in speed negotiating. Delano was the assistant teacher and gave a lot of insight that complemented what Midori had to say. Every graduate got a certificate, a six-foot bamboo pole and a canvas toybag perfect for carrying our rope. I highly recommend this course and I hope Midori will teach an advanced version at some point.

We had a big scene planned for Saturday night. The Phi Diva Kappa sisters beat up Delano. He is a very strong man and can take a lot but he was no match for Predator Michele, Ankle Anchor Midori, Susan the Tripper, Body Slamming Lolita, and Barnacle Sue! Together we punched him, knocked him down, kicked him and slammed into a cinder block wall. The grand finale was when Michele threw him through a wall that was built specially for this scene by Frazier of The Crucible.

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APEX SUMMER BASH

Last weekend Boymeat and I attended Summer Bash, which is flawlessly produced by Albany Power Exchange. Julia and Sarah joined us and we had a wonderful time. This event was held at a spiritual retreat 30 miles north of Albany. The facilities were beautiful with a great staff and superlative food – lots of organic fruits and veggies and fresh baked goods. We stayed in a geodesic dome. I was always fascinated by Buckminster Fuller’s dome when I was a kid and what a thrill to stay in one. The acoustics are wild.

I taught Hot Wax and CBT. These are classes that are really fun to teach. I also played. On Friday night Julia suspended me in a sitting position and played with me. On Saturday night, Tim blacked my boots and it felt so wonderful when he licked and massaged them. I enjoyed talking with him and getting to know him. I also beat up on and single-tailed Julia and it was a very sexually charged scene. One of the hottest scenes I have had in a long time. It all just seemed very right with Julia. Afterwards we went out and lay in the grass under the stars and she fisted me.

On Sunday, we hiked around and it started to rain but it felt very good. I want to go back to that place and I will.

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KEITH ALEXANDER

On July 12th Keith Alexander died in a bicycle accident. I met Keith when he was piercing at The Gauntlet and we began to play privately. Most of the time I topped him but we also switched on occasion. I used to write about the scenes in the P+P but did not mention his name. I also wrote a story, “My First Shower,” that was published in Prometheus. Peggy and I did our first guided journey with him. When CJ wanted me to pierce him with five hafadas, I went to Keith so he could guide me as I did them. This happened after hours at his Brooklyn shop – Modern American Body Arts. Keith gave me my first cutting at a TES meeting down at Bond Street. He also hired me to perform at Night of 1000 Scars at Webster Hall, the big opening party for Dee Snider’s Strangeland movie.

Keith was an amazing person. I will miss him. You can see more about Keith at Dee Snider’s site: http://www.deesnider.com/CMS/content/view/167/2/

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IMsL RESULTS

IMsL was held in Omaha this past weekend. Three women competed for the International Ms Leather title with Jessi Ahart of Baltimore winning. There was one contestant for International Ms Bootblack and Suka of Chicago won the title.

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Daddy David of San Francisco is coming to NYC again and he will teach “Decorative Bondage Workshop: Flat Knots and Rope Harnesses” for the TES Bondage SIG on Saturday December 10th. See some of his work in the Daddy David Galleries of Mark Chester’s kink photography web site: http://mchester.queernet.org/digital/ddgal2.html

Have fun! Play safe!
Lolita Wolf

Lolita speaking only for Lolita, of course!
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Volume 11, Number 2 © Copyright 2005 by Lolita Wolf – Material may not be reproduced in whole or in part without prior written consent of the copyright holder. The views expressed herein are exclusively those of the author and do not represent the views of any other person or any organization with which the author may be associated.

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QUOTATION OF THE WEEK

“Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can’t build on it; it’s only for wallowing in.”

– Katherine Mansfield

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THE STATE OF THE P+P AND MY LIFE WITH NEPTUNE

The P+P has been on hiatus for the last six months because I have been unable to write about my life. My relationship with Neptune was falling apart for the past year and I did not know how to write about it. I tried so hard to make it work. The first five and a half years were very wonderful and I had hoped that it would last forever. The collar came off in January and he moved out in April. This past weekend we totally called it quits.

I’m in a lot of emotional pain right now. It’s over and I have no hope of resurrecting it or fixing it. But a part of me is very relieved that it is finally over. I am free to move on. Dare I say that I deserve better?

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LEATHER RETREAT

Despite breaking up with the love of my life at LR, camp was great! People who love me and who are constant and supportive friends in my life surrounded me. And there was minimal drama.

For the most part, my classes went very well. Four women bottomed in my spanking class, slutboy was in awe as I did all sorts of nasty thing to him in CBT class, and I wanted the piercing and impact class to really last longer and be more of a scene. The Amazing Animal Show had seven entrants in spite of the heat and humidity. We had five ponies, an ocelot and a parrot. Wild Poni won Best in Show.

I had some wonderful scenes. Play started early with a marvelous singletail scene with teresa. She will take a while to heal from that. I traded an hour of hair-brushing for a one hour full body massage with J. Julia gifted me a set of hand-finished hemp rope – 490 feet! I suspended her and she was up for about an hour. I did a caning with someone who wanted to cry and I made her cry – she wants to play again, and we will.

On Saturday night, after I judged the strip show, I was given a bottom in a hood who didn’t know who I was. Luckily I had teresa to assist me because he would not recognize her voice like he would have mine. Before we did anything, I danced with him. This was very amusing because he is not a dancer and it really disoriented him. Then we trundled into a golf cart to the main dungeon, where there was some more dancing music playing so we danced some more. We then led him to a table and I inspected him through his clothes, felling every inch of his body. I added vet wrap and leather straps over the hood just to intensify the sensation and because I liked the way it looked. We stripped off his clothes and wrapped him in saran and then the shroud. We duct taped over that and placed him on the table and added rope and then duct taped a Hitachi in place. I took a walk and left him with teresa who added three stuffed animals to the set-up – LOL. I returned after a while and adjusted the Hitachi and then he begged to come – we let him. When the hood came off, he was very surprised to see us!!

Boymeat and I finally had our photo shoot with Barbara Nitke. It was a cathartic flogging and singletail scene and it ended with me bleeding along with him. I can’t wait to see the photos.

Other highlights at camp were dealing blackjack at the casino and driving a taxi cab. We gave a lot of rides and we specialized in sex rescue work. Here are two incidents: We passed a girl who was sucking this guy’s gorgeous cock and she called out to us. “Could we do her a favor?” She had to pee and wanted us to get her friend. “Do you need to pee on your friend?” I asked. She told us that she needed her friend to suck the guy’s cock. So, we went and found the friend, told her about the mission and she hopped in the cab with us and we brought her back. Incident number two: Andy had to rush from the dungeon to his cabin and back for a Hitachi emergency. “They’ve only got battery-operated vibrators there and it’s not working!” We got him there in time to help his friend out with the scene.

To top it all off, Oink Cabin won n ribbon for funniest cabin. We are now the award-winning Oink Canin. I am so proud!

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THE MAL REPORT

Boymeat and I headed down to Mid-Atlantic Leather weekend (MAL) in DC. We took along the charming Bad Faggot. He is a great conversationalist who has insights on a wide variety of topics. Like, did you know that Eastern Parkway is the spine of Long Island? And Bad Faggot was an MAL virgin, not ever imagining so many leathermen in one place.

The host hotel is the Washington Plaza and it is always very exciting to drive into t town and see the flags waving – gay pride, leather pride, bear pride, American, Canadian, etc, and to see people dressed in leathers strolling between the hotels and the 24 hour (very convenient) CVS.

AJ met up with us in DC and we all shared a suite across Thomas Circle at the Residence Inn by Marriott, a very nice place to stay for MAL. We lucked out and scored a handicap suite with a huge bathroom with a drain in the middle of the floor. It was late when we got in. The boys went to hang in the lobby (one of the highlights of the weekend) and AJ and I went to the women’s play party at The Crucible. There were about 70 women there and many were playing. I found a cross and flogged AJ with no bondage. With AJ, I like her to stand there and take it. Then I single-tailed her and raised a little blood, not too much.

On Saturday, we registered and headed over to Hamburger Mary’s for breakfast. No MAL weekend is complete without at least one meal here. Then we went upstairs to Titan’s Bar for the MAsT Meet & Greet. Master Taino announced the Master/slave Conference, which will be held in DC at the end of July. Vi Johnson will be the keynote speaker and I will be one of the emcees!

Afterwards, we headed back to the host hotel for a trip through vending. The market was totally nutty, because everyone was there and had to say hello. I did get to visit and shop with my favorite vendors: CJ’s Leathers, Mr S (where AJ tried on a fabulous hood), Leatherwerks (which always seems to get bigger and bigger), Fort Troff and Leather Creations. And Purple Passion had some very exciting neoprene – yum yum. Although I love Utlikilts, I found their salespeople to be annoying and pushy – ugh!

Leather Cocktails with its huge Ice sculpture, open bar, hot appetizers and cold shrimp is the highlight of the weekend. This year we were back at the Almas Temple – it seems they think we are good guests. I like that it walking distance to the hotels – Boymeat, however, misses the blowjobs he would get on the bus! Everyone wears they finest outfits to this event. With this year’s theme being military, we saw a lot of spiffy uniforms. This is when you really get a feel for the event being a club run: Centaurs members who passed away are memorialized, a ritual is led to induct the new officers and there is a parade of club colors.

Afterward the boys went off to the men’s play party at The Crucible and AJ and I headed out to the Ramada for the BR Volunteers party. It was cool to see a whole different crowd. We ate and socialized but there was no way we could play – the dungeon was too chilly. So we headed back to the room for some rope, saran wrap , duct tape, hood, more rope and vibratory goodness. The metal bed frame on the pullout couch was perfect for this. While AJ floated off to other spaces, I checked email and was very comfortable.

The next day was the contest, again at the Almas Temple. I always try to get there on time so I can see the opening number. Once again this show did not disappoint me. A commando raid was staged to rescue Tug Taylor, last year’s winner. This year’s entertainment was Sandra Bernhardt. She did an opening set and another one while the scores were being tallied. She was pretty funny and totally did not understand the leather title contest or all the guys wearing uniforms. The contest was run quickly with bar wear, questions, and jockstrap wear. In the end, the winner was Steve Ranger.

The bootblack contest was held amid a lot of controversy. I was vert disappointed that this year MAL dropped the judging and went back to ballots only. Congrats to the winner, Boi Robi.

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AN EXCERPT FROM AJ’S MAL REPORT

Submitted by AJ Stalkerboy

That was fun. After brunch we went back to the hotel to collect our bags and Lolita removed my collar. That is always a very tough moment for me. When Lolita asked me if I had fun I responded by saying “I can’t believe I am saying this but between the beat down on Friday, coffee and caning, sensory dep and the pee scene, I think I am actually played out.” I guess there is a bottom to what appears to be a never ending well of wanting play.

I need to report one very cool thing that happened on this trip. Lolita had a Papa Bear. I really liked Bear. We played several times and talked at events. Bear was very comfortable and familiar to me. Despite her wicked play ways (grin) I always felt safe with Bear. In away she reminded me a lot of my own Grandfather to whom I was very close. Bear died awhile back. Before bear died we had a conversation that I still remember as clear as day. Not so much because she yelled at me (in a loving way). But because of what she said. Bear is the reason I started this diet with the Atkins diet a few years back. She made me promise to take are of myself. I am keeping the promise even as the reasons for doing so change and the motivation differs from time to time.

When Lolita’s Daddy got to DC I was given one of Bears old uniforms. It was a gesture that was very kind. An honor. I have lost a boat load of weight so the uniform is too big. I can wear the shirt with jeans and I am hoping the tailor can do her miracle work on the pants. But to have been thought of was very touching and really made me happy. Thanks to Lolita’s Mommy and Daddy for thinking of me. This really touched my heart.

And to Lolita. Thank you for another opportunity to serve you. These are the times when I am most happy. As we do this year after year, it never gets old for me. Your humor, your willingness, your teaching, your friendship, your great aim and your sense of life and fun are all great gifts in my life. I really appreciate you and look forward to the next time.

**** Thanks to AJ for writing this report. ****

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THE SCI-FI CON CHERRY IS LOST

Boymeat and I headed on the road again on Friday January 21. This time we headed north to Boston. Every year our friends host a big weekend play party at the Arisia Science Fiction Convention at the Boston Park Plaza. Usually it is held during MLK weekend and we always have to say no because MAL takes first priority. This year the con screwed up their dates and was held a week later so we decided to go. Neither of us had ever been to a sci fi con before. The people and the workshops are pretty outlandish – look who’s talking, I know :pot – kettle –black! We did not participate in much of the conference, using our time to play and connect with friends. One way we connected was to go out for Dim Sum. We were eight adults and two two year olds. Up to now, I had only seen pictures and read about the kids on Live Journal so it was really cool to meet the kids in person.

The one workshop that looked interesting was Perpetually Poly with Alex Wexelblatt. But I missed that is favor of a play date with someone who is in a poly relationship (whose lover just played with Boymeat two hours earlier). So I was practicing poly instead of learning more about it. So this was a first time date for her and me. I tied her in a ball tie on the bed and spanked her. I then forced her to eat Clementines.

We watched as our friend Andy dressed as Captain Kirk and his five luscious Star Trek babes competed in the Masquerade. They won Best Of Show! Afterwards I had a date with one of the luscious babes – Julia! Julia had some back pain because her costume was constructed in a way that she could not sit down in it. She had been standing in silver lame go go boots for over 7 hours. I knew that therapeutic bondage was in order. I wrapped her head in hot pink vet wrap and laid her down on her pink Hello Kitty blankie. I put pillows under her head and her lower hips to cradle her and relieve the lower back stress. I tied her legs straight up in the air and her arms to the side. Not willing to just leave her alone, I chewed on her and used my knife on her. That, and a little bit of singletail, too. A little squealing and squirming is a good thing.

And then there was this lost boy who was there without his top or his Daddy. I love to prey on lost boys. I punched him and kicked and then, because there was a blizzard outside, I took him back to my room. He had to endure a caning the next day and was surprised at just how sensual a caning could be.

The drive home was intense because there was a real blizzard and the city was shut down for driving. We managed to get out and drive home. Boymeat was pretty scared for all of MA and RI.

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LINK OF THE WEEK

This week’s link was shut down because of that new law. Find out more about it:

The Attorney General’s Changes to the Section 2257 Regulations
http://my.execpc.com/~xxxlaw/2257Tables5.24.05.htm

http://www.openmindmedia.com/records/index.html

http://www.freespeechcoalition.com/

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http://tinyurl.com/931qt

Have fun! Play safe!
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Lolita speaking only for Lolita, of course!
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