Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

Note: my camera broke so these photos are by Nayland Blake. He did me a big favor shooting in color. Thanks, Nayland!

On Sunday, I met up with Boymeat, Selina, Martin and Nayland at Wall Street Pier 11. We took the free ferry from Wall Street to Red Hook. At peak time the ferry leaves every 20 minutes: earlier or later it leaves every 40 minutes. It’s a really pleasant ride. We could see all four waterfalls from the ferry. These are art installations by Olafur Eliasson and they will be up until mid-October.

Our plan was to eat at the famous Red Hook Vendors at Clinton & Bay Streets. We hiked through the park and when we got to their spot, they weren’t there. We were so disappointed. Apparently, they are still fighting with the city regulators. We began walking back. On the way, Nayland found people with a cooler filled with mango. And we got cut up mango in ziplock bags that they squeezed limes into and added a dash or two of hot sauce. Oh, that was yummy and we were in heaven. Never had anything that tasted like that.

We had resigned ourselves to eating meatballs at IKEA, which is usually a treat, but not what was planned for the adventure, when we saw a bit of a crowd on one of the streets along the ballpark. A line of vans were parked and people had makeshift kitchens set up inside these vans and they were serving amazing food. We think that these vans were the undercover ballpark vendors. Whether or not they were, we bought food and shared. We had a torta and a bunch of tacos and tacquitos and these chip-like wagon-wheels, beautiful fruit with lime juice squeezed on it and the most delicious lemonade ever. All the food was so very good.

Next we traipsed back to IKEA, where we lounged on some of the furniture and shopped. I bought a Spoka , Lenda and a Fangst. Then we hung out on the pier and relaxed before heading back to the city on the ferry.

Nayland and I continued on to Zinc to see Dominic and Jorge’s reading. We bought their chapbook, got them signed and then we all went out to Thai dinner with some of their friends.

I love planning big adventures in NYC and going to explore with my friends.

“Kinky Boots” the movie is being adapted as a Broadway musical.

Leather Leadership Conference has elected new Board Members. Lee Asplund of California, Keiki Weigle of Florida, and Wendell Joost of Washington state are elected as incoming members of the LLC Board. Jack Rinella of Chicago is re-elected to an additional term on the Board. LLC-XIII will be held in Atlanta, GA on April 3 – 5, 2009.

The stupid far right American Family Association wants to boycott McDonald’s. I think I will go there more often just to support them. If only for a coffee or a soda. Or my favorite breakfast sandwich. Mmmm…egg and cheese on a biscuit.

The 2010 census plans on not counting wedded same-sex couples as married. Also stupid.

I have a rule. Don’t lock on any any bondage or chastity device without making sure you have the key. Don’t be stupid.

We drove down the dirt road to Leather Retreat and the guards were set up with traffic cones. We had to stop so that we could be checked off the list. I admired the traffic cones and wondered if I could somehow borrow them for a scene. Later, Don Quixote went on his trip to Walmart and found little orange traffic cones (4 for $3.50 – such a deal). It pleased me greatly that he thought of me and bought me a present. Of course, he had no idea that they would be used as a prop for a scenario with him as bottom later in the weekend.

On Saturday afternoon, I brought out the neon orange posters and the black Sharpie. “Here, make two toll booth signs – one for each direction.” I liked that he was helping me with the set up. I affixed the poster to a six foot bamboo pole and enlisted Redhead Sue and Firefly as assistants. They would see to it that my tollbooth arm would raise every time a toll was paid.

DQ attached a parachute to his balls, I grabbed my shiny metal bucket, my traffic cones and a load of “tokens” (little stones like these but in pretty assorted colors). We set out across camp towards the numbered cabins. I wanted to be on the busiest stretch of road at camp and I wanted a spot that had some shade. I decided that we would set up outside the drinking circle. Probably good to have a peanut gallery anyway.

DQ was situated on the side of the road. I cuffed his hands behind his back with my double-weight Clejusos. I attached my shiny metal bucket to the parachute and we were then open for business. There were people walking as well as golf-cart taxis. There were some actual vehicles that were breaking down from the State Fair or setting up Lucky’s Gentlemen’s Club. At first people were confused. They thought it was a private scene or that they would have to pay something. As soon as they realized this was a public scene open to anyone going through and that I was providing them with the toll to “pay,’ people complied. The stones were tossed into the bucket. Clank! Clank! Some were shy. Some were very eager. Some made a lot of trips so they could do it again and again. Some returned and brought friends. Some people stayed around and watched. This created a traffic jam on the road. There was lots of rubbernecking.

Danny had a brick in his van and wanted to know if that would be like an EZPass, but we were rather primitive and did not accept EZPass. Pregnant women and cars had to toss in two tokens. I made the rules up as we went along. Everybody was happy to stop and toss a stone into the metal bucket. Some of the guys clearly felt bad for DQ as they did it, but they were not the ones into CBT. Way across camp, word had spread about the Toll Booth – Boymeat was over by the lettered cabins and people were asking him where they could find it.

Finally, it was time for the scene to end. We packed up our Toll Booth and DQ walked back to our cabin with the filled metal bucket swinging between his legs.

At the Sunday night dinner, DQ and I were awarded ribbons because of that scene. Cool!

More on Max Mosely and his trial in the New York Times: He said, sadomasochism was “a perfectly harmless activity provided it is between consenting adults who want to do it, are of sound mind, and it is in private.”

My friend, Match, tells his metal cockring story. Funny and I learned something new.

The market for elder porn is a growing trend in Japan. It’s a stark contrast to all those gothic lolitas.

Calico teaches us some new vocabulary words from TES Fest.

I keep going back to this photo. Yeah, she’s naked on the floor with a boot resting on her head, but she’s wearing a huge diamond ring. Like she’s a captured princess.

I am so proud of my home group for hosting an amazing TES Fest. I loved the new location. Having everything under one roof removed a huge stress factor for me. Booking the entire hotel allowed us to play outside and in the pool (with its “watersports area” – yes, I did). The hotel staff was friendly and accommodating. I loved my luxurious room which was a sharp contrast to summer camp.

I got to spend time with my leather family and close friends. We ate most of our meals in Glenda and Levi’s room. They made marvelous crockpot dinners with salad and then warm out of the toaster-oven cookies! I contributed bagels and lox for the breakfasts. There was always fruits and a ton of food. Really unbelievable. Staying out of restaurants really helps my stress level go way down.

The Celebrity Auction on Friday night had a stellar lineup. cru and I kept it moving fast and when it was done, we had raised $3750 for NSCF. Tilda was one of the purchasers and you can read her review here. Both Julia and I were purchased by a guy who was really into mummification. He knew exactly what he was buying. He had purchased Julia two years ago and had had a good time. And he had seen me teach my Sensory Deprivation & Control class last summer. He had brought all the materials for us to be able to do the scene and he was an excellent negotiator. He told us that he liked some CBT and tease and denial. Well, we wrapped him up good and tight and tied him down to a bondage table. When we dug out his cock, he had a huge hard on. We teased him and stopped several times. Once when we stopped he just spurted without any more stimulation. And he remained hard, so we kept going with it. And he came a second time! And he still stayed hard! He had told us that he liked CBT so we kept at it. I imagine that he must have been very sensitive at that point. He tried to get out of the bondage. We stood by and watched his efforts and were pleased that he could not escape. After we let him out, he told us, “Nobody has any idea how much I was willing to bid on this.”

My Water Bondage class was exhilarating, not just for Felice, my bottom, but for me and my co-tops, Sharrin and Venae, as well. We used black pallet wrap, pink duct tape, pink nylon rope and a rescue backboard. Someone found one for us in pink! Felice, femme that she is, found high heel sandals that she could wear in the pool – how hysterical! She also brought a pink waterproof vibrator for us to use on her. We dunked her and we turned the board around and around. And then forward and backward. Felice can hold her breath a long time. Christopher Hitchens writes about his experience with waterboarding as torture in Vanity Fair (with video), but we are such sick fucks, we do it for fun.

I went to a lot more classes than usual. Boymeat programmed an amazing line-up.

• The Defining Moment with Graydancer: This is the first time I met Graydancer. I listen to his podcast and we have a lot of friends in common. I like the way he thought his class out. He’s smart and he’s cute. And, wow, did he get a lot of play that weekend!
• House of Bondage with Juilia and slave 705: slave 705 was allowed to sleep in at home as we watched Julia release his bed bondage via computer. We were given a tour of his home via computer and the various ways he could be tracked at home and via his car and GPS. And we were able to ask him questions via chat.
• Keep on Shooting! Five Steps to Better Erotic Photographs for Amateurs with Nayland Blake: I loved this class. It gave me great tips for shooting with little point and shoot digital cameras. We got to see the photos that Nayland took of a scenario of Jason, the mischievous kitty, and Sarah Sloane, the knitter. I also took a few photos. My favorite is above.
• Caning with Sharrin Spector: I’ve seen this class before but it is always entertaining to watch Sharrin beat someone and, in this case, it was Tilda. Yum!
• 101 Ways to Destroy your M/s relationship with Master Larry and slave barb: Believe it or not, I love these guys, but have never seen them teach a class. Great class. Down-to-earth good advice.
• Face Play – Where Vice Meets Vanity with Whipmaster Bob and Bootpig: These people are just fucked up and scary. I will not admit to learning anything in this class because I worry that nobody would play with me ever again.
• Cutting with Sharrin Spector: Again, a class I’ve seen before – hell, I bottomed for it in the past. This time Boymeat was cut. I stayed for half of it but I got cold and I was tired so I left early and popped into the Cigar and Pipes class taught by Nayland.

Vending was excellent. I bought some rope from Venus Ropes. I picked up some supplies from Rainbow Rope. I used the gift certificate that I won in the Leather Pride Night raffle towards a custom black leather dress from Le Chateau Exotique.

Aside from the Celebrity Auction scene, I played.

• I spent time at a cigar social with my clithood piercing chained to a big Boswell pipe.
• I did a rope suspension with a hot butch as my bottom.
• I flogged and single-tailed Don Quixote until he was unable to speak.
• I enjoyed coffee and caning one morning in bed.
• DQ and I took a flogging cherry from a hot guy who wants more with us.
• And some various little drive-by’s… and some good sex.

My leather family and some friends went out to eat on Sunday night. We went around the table describing our best moment of the event. I thought long and hard about my best moment. (Ha! long and hard!) It was when I saw that that my Water Bondage class ended at 12:45pm and the Book Signing started at 1pm. I delegated that problem to Don Quixote who assumed the role of Daddy/Nanny. He ordered me out of the water, helped me get out of the wet clothes, toweled me off, dressed me and sent me on my way with a pile of dry books. He wrangled all the wet stuff up to the room and then brought me a bacon cheese sandwich with fruit from Glenda and Levi’s room. I was proud of myself for articulating my needs and being able to rely on somebody to take care of me. Good job, DQ! And thanks again.

Hooray for TES!