Umpteenth Time I’ve Written A Post, Yet Have Not Posted Squat.

Well, there is a great reason for that. My Mother always said… “Son. if you don’t have anything good to say, then just don’t say anything”. Now I can write about the nightmare that my life has recently turned into, but I don’t want to. I’m going to even break character (if ever so slightly). I want to talk about a human fallacy. A condition that we all suffer from and causes more harm than we would ever realize.

(Oh oh, is Templar waxing philosophical)? No, well, not really. I’m talking about the human condition to name/label everything.

I’ll digress to a cartoon that I once watched. OMG I’m going to be making a plug for the Anti-Christ Disney Company. Well, they had this after-school animated series out called “Gargoyles”. For it’s time (and audience) it was a very good show that dealt with many ethical dilemma’s. Side bar. Myself and My Lady liked the show because the majority of the voice over cast were members of the cast of Star Trek The Next Generation. (The geeks we were).

Anyway. At one point during the first season, the wise, grizzled gargoyle was conversing with the young, pretty detective who was one of the select few who knew of the gargoyle existence.

In this scene, the young detective asks the venerable veteran, “what do I call you?” The veteran pointed West towards a river, and said something like  “I can have no name anymore than that river there can have a name”. To which the detective rebutted, “We call that the Hudson River”. The veteran at that point gave in at that point and said, “Very well lass, you may call me Hudson”.

Stupid lead in to a blog? I think so, but it eloquently demonstrates our need to label everything. Now I would LOVE to get into a deep discussion on why the gargoyle didn’t feel the need to name things, and who knows, maybe someday if I’m bored enough… Ya never know.

No, I’m going into the whole labeling thing. Not all that long ago, I couldn’t even spell BDSM. Now I am one LOL. It is kind of funny. However, the few of you who actually knew me when I first entered the scene, know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I am not the same guy who walked into BUG more than 2 years ago.

Now, when I walked into my first 2 Bugs and the first Rapture, I was naive as hell. I didn’t know the etiquettes, protocols, and the finer intricacies of scene life. Thankfully I didn’t make too many errors learning all these things. (Only one really comes to mind and again I apologize Mark B, Lesson learned).

Still, not knowing the full dynamic of scene life, I found myself labeled a “Submissive”. Why? Because I really enjoyed pain, and nobody told me that I could be a “masochist” or even a “bottom” and still not be a submissive.

Time goes by in scene. Everyone witnesses me doing scene after scene with different Dom/Dommes and label me a sub.  So now, I am expected to act the sub part.

Let me tell you. The Lady who actually collared me will tell you that I am a terrible submissive. I have my own opinions, most of them rather strong and intense.  I resist things I am told to do, but don’t want to do them. However (I hope) that she would tell you that I am the most loyal soul on the planet.

Now think about being mislabeled. You are expected to behave one way because of your label. A substance identified and labeled sodium will bond freely with a substance identified and labeled chloride.

However mislabel something (one) a submissive and pair it with a Domme, and when it doesn’t behave as D/s, it seems to cause troubles

There was an incident where a Dom and his slave witnessed an exchange between my Domme and I where, I disagreed with her in front of people and didn’t give in when I was pressured. The slave didn’t understand why I would even consider arguing with my Domme, let alone in public (semi-public). The Dom explained to the slave that ours was a “different” relationship than theirs. He explained that we were married 18 years, most of them in the vanilla world. So, our dynamic would not resemble theirs at all. After all, there are joint decisions that needed to be made about housing, bills, raising our 3 children, and other decisions that fall out of the realm of the D/s relationship.

Next term I learned was “switch”. Means you can sub and dom. I felt like that would suit me better than sub, Probably would have been Dom if I knew anything about it, so I  had to learn it somewhere. What better way than to “sub” out to various Doms/Dommes. Which is where I acquired the majority of my information and style. I took this mantle and have run with it for a while, yet it still does not adequately describe me.

Why? I do not submit very well to anyone. Oh, you can beat me, and get me into subspace, but am I submissive. Can a woman beat on me enough and then order me to do something that I wouldn’t normally do? No way. The strap on stays packed away, thank you very much.

So, I am not a submissive. Why not claim to be Dominant? I might have done that at the very beginning had it not been for a few personal hang ups of my very own. One… I am heterosexual. Formerly even homophobic. Remember, being so naive, I couldn’t separate a BDSM scene from actual sex. So, in my stupid little brain housing group, I associated man beating on a man as gay or bi-sexual at the very least. Plus I came from one of those fucked up families where I’ve witnessed my Mother being beat half to death in front of me, so I had issues with violence toward women.  So I enter the scene with the attitude that there is no way possible that I could ever beat on a woman. I even had a hard time watching some scenes. Especially scenes between my friends IlRe and Rhiannon. I almost cried the first time I saw her single-tailed.

Eventually, possibly just through desensitization  I got over it, and eventually found myself longing to do a scene (fancy way to say beat or be beat on) with a lady or two. Eventually I actually managed to co-top in a scene (That means Dominate someone with a second Dominant at the same time), and found that I enjoyed the hell out of it. So you ARE a Dom? Nope. At least not yet. I have a hell of a lot to learn before I am willing to claim the title Dom, however, I am working on that.

So where does that leave you? I guess it is best explained by saying I am a sadomasochist. There. If I must have a label. If a mundane needs my personality explained to them for some reason, that is it. I am a sadomasochist. I love pain. The endorphin rush, the feeling of life, of weakness leaving the body, the scream welling deep in the diaphragm and coming out because you are doing everything you can to push your pain threshold further. The crazy laughter that escapes as you compose yourself for the next impact. That fine line between pleasure. I love it.

I also enjoy giving. Building up my skills so that I am able to take a friend to that boundary. To build a relationship close enough that the non-verbal communication is being heard louder than the verbal. To watch the tension of anticipation. Where is he going to land next?  To read the various levels of muscle tension enough to tell bad from good pain. To be trusted enough to have their control handed over to me as a gift. To see the release of negative energy and see it replaced with positive. And finally the appreciation of not misusing the gift, and then the return of the control through attentive aftercare. The warmth of the shared energy and the bond of friendship.

Well, that’s where I stand. At least all the good I can come up with for now. Sorry it has been a while between posts. I want to be optimistic and say that soon things will be good again and then I’ll be able to post more regularly. Thanks for reading.

I should announce one piece of news. Not really “news”, but worth mentioning. I have been under the tutelage of Brendan Lear (CEO Dream~X~Streams) and Madame Ember for some time now. They have agreed to publicly and officially mentor me as a Dom and an apprentice in the production side of DXS (I get to make the toys… Lots of fun)!!!

Thanks for taking the time out to read. I appreciate it.

Templar

Party On, With Or Without Me.

Yeah, I know. I’m neglecting  my blog. Falling behind on my writing, yadda yadda yadda. Well, it’s like this. My mother always told me that “if you don’t have anything good to say, then don’t say anything”. That’s where I’m coming from. So, you should be thanking me, because I saved you from days and days of whining, bitching, moaning and all kinds of sappy emotional garbage that none of you want or need. The fact that some of you actually take time out of your busy day just to read about someone as insignificant as myself had not gone unappreciated. Thus the reason for chronological gaps in my postings.

So, what the frack has been going on? Quite a bit actually. I/We are still adjusting to the wife’s boyfriend living with us. Plus my health hasn’t been at it’s greatest. (I suppose I actually have some new readers who don’t know my history, so a little history might be in order. I have had asthma for most of my life. That is the reason for me being discharged from the Marine Corps. I have many allergies that are some of the triggers for the asthma, namely most trees, weeds, molds, pollens, and dust just to name a few. So most of the year I am fighting sinus problems, hay fever, and asthma.  Due to many of my jobs, I endure chronic pain in my feet, and hands. I smoked cigarettes for more than 30 years. Then about 4 years ago, I was diagnosed with emphysema. Due to that I’ve had to slow it down a bit. On top of everything else, I’m fighting an ulcer.  So, when I’m bitching about not feeling good… You know why).

Back to the story at hand. About 2 weeks ago, we had a very kinky “Going away” play party at my house. I mentioned in my last blog that this party was coming up.  I was nervous as hell about the whole thing. I spent days, trying to get the house ready. Then I stressed to the max over the food. I was stressing for nothing, because the party was a success, and we had about 20 well fed, very happy people partying hard. My neighbors don’t know what to think. They were having a BBQ at the same time at the house behind mine. The gave us a few interested glances occasionally. Especially when IlRe was playing with his whips. I loved the demonstration of the Florentine whipping. Goddess Unique even stirred up the pot a bit by engaging them in conversation. I’m sure that they are still talking about it. Special shout out goes to Latex Jane. Thank you for helping me get the play part of the party started by piercing me. You are brutal… Why did I like it? I’d like to thank all the guests who came out to bid a good friend farewell for a while.

Since then… I haven’t really done anything. I helped set up for the Rapture that they were having in Manassas, but I didn’t go to the event myself. I sent my wife along with her pet. They wanted to be alone, and I didn’t want to hear them bitching about how I don’t give them alone time. So, instead, I missed my second Rapture in a row. At least I didn’t bring everyone down at the party. I just spent the night alone, thinking things over. Yeah, I know… It sucked.

Other than that, all I’ve been doing is help friends move, and take care of sick kids. Looks like this summer is really going to suck for me. On the flip side… It looks like my wife and her boyfriend are having a good time. Must be nice. Meanwhile I continue to try to recover from these muscle spasms, and fight off the ulcer that seems to be burning it’s way through my stomach. Hope you’re all having a good summer. Later.

With A Little Help From My Friends (Or Should I Say Leather Family)

My thoughts are a little scattered. Although I have slept some recently, I’m still a little bit on this side of “sleep deprived”.  I’ll try to keep my thoughts organized and perhaps even a little coherent.

So, I’m driving my Lady crazy. See, I am one who really resist change, and if you know anything about me, you would realize that I’m going through some major changes. My health is one thing, but I’m dealing with that better than most of the others. It however, is affecting some of my other activities and is beginning to be more of a stressor than I am willing to admit.

Next change is that the kids are growing up. I thought that I would be able handle this better. I know that I have tried my best to prepare them. However, when you have a 17 year old daughter who knows everything, and seems to hate your guts, it begins to affect you no matter how hard you try not to show it. When she begins to mouth off, (especially at my Lady) I want to rip her head off. I know that I taught her to be respectful. I know that I have to learn to let go of her, but when I see her, I still see that tiny bundle whose head fit in my hand while the rest of her rested on my forearm. Therefore, I have no idea how to respond. Am I supposed to step in or am I supposed to let them fight it out amongst themselves?

Next one is a great big party dumped in my lap for one of our friends who will be going away for a few years. I’m afraid that I’m going to screw the food up and I’m worried that a ton of people are going to show up and catch us unprepared.

Then there is the pet moving in. I’m not sure how long this is going to be for. I thought that it was going to be somewhat permanent, but now they (My Lady and her pet) are talking like it is going to be a month. I have some adjusting to do there. I do still get upset when I haven’t had “my” time with My Lady, while watching him get “his” time with her. It hurts even more when I realize that I did a bunch of things for my Lady during the day including cooking the dinner, and I watch him get a reward for doing absolutely nothing. I used to be the one that she would curl up on the couch with after a hard day of work. It just hurts.

See, I’m whining again. Not necessarily the most efficient way of communicating.  All I’m trying to say is Change sucks! I don’t like it, and I am an asshole whenever there is a lot of change going on. For that, I must apologize and beg forgiveness.

So, as you can see, I have been going through a few changes, and I’m not handling it as well as I had hoped. I have, however had some wonderful friends step in and try to help me through my period of adjustment.  If it wasn’t for these friends, I wouldn’t be able to make it. They have kept me grounded, and have given me perspectives that I wouldn’t see in my irrational state. I just want to make sure that they know that I do sincerely appreciate all that they are doing for us. Whether it’s a shoulder to lean on, and ear to listen to, or a hand on the shoulder… It is all appreciated. It’s very difficult for me to ask for  help, even when it’s obvious that I need it. So, I also appreciate you all for stepping up, even when I’m being a stubborn idiot. So my thanks to you all, Michael, Unique, Brendan, Ember, Chuck & Kari, Shazz, KT, My Lady… and anyone else I’ve missed. You have all been instrumental in helping me through the transitions. I hope that kharma looks upon you all favorably.

Well, I guess that is all for now. Hopefully, next time I write, I would have had adequate sleep and I have better news to write about. Let me know what you all think, and thanks for reading.

 

Let The Summer Begin!

I should probably start this off with an apology. I haven’t been adding to this blog very often. One of the reasons is due to the fact that I am working through some issues. We (My family and I) are going through a transitional phase at the moment. I for one, resist change, and therefore have to work my way through the issues slowly. That is the real reason why I haven’t written much. It would be too much of a whining bitch-fest. Nobody enjoys a bitch-fest.  Due to health, finances, and attitudes, I haven’t been out for over a month. Or at least a fetish event. 

I was actually looking forward to the Summer kickoff party that TNG-DC threw this past Saturday. It was held at one of my favorite dungeons in Silver Spring. We were late arriving (as usual), but the fun started rather quickly.

I spent the first part (and a good part of the rest of the evening) in the “hookah room”. It was there that I found Bob. Bob always has a way of making me relax when times are tense.

While I was there, I ran into Master Rorie and his lovely slave Suzanne. Evidently some mutual friends of ours (Chuckles and Michael) must have told them that I’ve been dealing with issues. They wanted to touch base with me and let me know that they are there for us if we ever need any support. That’s what I love about this community. They seem to have a genuine interest in helping each other grow to our full potential. No matter what direction we are taking ourselves.

Since it had been a while since My Lady had a chance to play with her pet, I relinquished the night to them spending their time together while I sought my entertainment elsewhere.

I have been having a major problem with muscle spasms in my neck recently.  I was very happy to see Celeste present at the party. She is an amazing masseuse. So I was very happy to allow her to work on my neck and back. I want to thank her, I haven’t been able to relax that much in quite a while.

After my massage, I mingled for a while. Then Goddess Unique found me. She said something about needing a “pain slut” to torture, and I was the closest. LOL. Next thing I know, I’m naked, cuffed, and bound in a few more interesting ways. Then both my Lady and Goddess Unique tormented me for quite a long time with the violet wand. Goddess Unique was wearing a studded bikini that had some very shocking effect on my body. Lady Eve was also extremely sadistic in her approach with the double pinwheel and the geographic location that she focused on… I still sting in a few areas ladies. Thank you both very much.

Unfortunately, like all good things… The scene had to end. Both ladies struck out for their next victims. I went back to the hookah room where I got to spend some time with Master Brendan. I enjoyed the conversation we had, and I especially enjoyed the conversation the we didn’t have. I think you know what I mean. I really appreciated Sir.

The night eventually ended. While the majority of the guest began to leave the party, we began to pick up. We finished by 4:30. That’s when we all headed home. Then the fun really started. I thought that it was a decent start to the Summer season.  Let’s hope it’s a fun summer.

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It’s Been A While

It’s been a while since I’ve posted here. It’s not that nothing has been going on… Just dealing with a few issues which include but are not limited to: Finances, relationships, time, and health most notably: it is the height of allergy season and I am extremely miserable as usual and I am going through a severe bout of insomnia that just won’t clear up. I am even taking a break from our monthly DXS Rapture. That correct, you heard right… For the first time since it’s inception in September 2007, Templar will not be attending Rapture on May 16 2009. I regret it, but I have more important issues to deal with that weekend. I am trying to whip up a small play session for a few close friends, but my wife’s pet will be under the weather healing up from surgery so, I will be helping him with his recovery instead. So that is the news, but what have you been doing in the meantime? I have been having a little fun with my leather family. I did manage to get myself tied down to the couch and electrocuted until I was a blissful pile of meat. Then I had a short intro into the wonderful world of CBT. The jury is still out on that one, but suffice it to say that is wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I do want to thank Lady Eve and Goddess Unique for being “gentle”???? When they got a bit carried away, I had fun watching Goddess Unique “attempt” to pin me down. I hope she enjoyed her “ride” LOL. We did try to stir up a little trouble in public once or twice during those few days together. We (Lady Eve, Goddess Unique and myself) went grocery shopping together and raised a few eyebrow by making passes at each other in front of everyone. At first they tried not to look, but once they realized the one guy is rubbing and flirting with two women simultaneously (rather successfully even!) they couldn’t help but stare. I want to point out the statement I made 2 paragraphs ago. I mentioned how they were trying to restrain me (somewhat unsuccessfully). It has been brought to my attention on more than one occasion that I do not make a great sub. I am not very submissive at all. I’ve been told that I am just a masochist or a sadomasochist, not a submissive. Perhaps, for the most part this is true. I mean, I don’t get off of the discipline scenes. Why is that? Well, that one is simple. I’ve already been there done that. I was a US Marine. I know discipline and proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that when I have to be, I am one of the most disciplined, dedicated, and loyal subjects on the planet. I no longer feel the need to develop it or prove it to anyone else. So, (especially from a distance) I do not appear to be the most submissive. Perhaps that’s true. I haven’t felt very submissive recently. That is not always true however. Last night is a good example. Without going into any details, I finally got a few hours alone with my Lady. She took the opportunity to do vile things to me that have never been done to me before. I didn’t think that I would like it, but I can’t say that I didn’t like it. (My mind isn’t made up… yet). I will say, that for the first time in maybe a year or more… I was totally submissive. I mean seriously submissive. Perhaps the most I’ve ever been. It was a very interesting place to be. I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it, even though I would like to be able to say it. This just shows you the reason that I’ve started out on this journey. It is a journey of self-discovery, perhaps even self-actualization. It is a learning experience with lessons taught daily. I learn about my own limits, prejudices, and fears. I face them, and I conquer them. I a short 2 years of time I have become a totally different person. Maybe even diametrically opposed to what I once was. I try to internalize all these experiences, put them into perspective and then re-evaluate my own life and change it accordingly. So now, I’m much more tolerant, understanding and accepting of those who are different. The flip side to this is I can never be close to my extended family again. They are so closed minded and conservative, that I would be totally ostracized if they knew anything about my “alternative” lifestyle. They would try to have a exorcism instead. LMAO Well, hopefully things will go better soon, and I’ll be in a better mood and be into writing some more. Until then… Keep reading and feel free to chime in with your own two cents. How else will we learn from each other. wordpress.com Tags: polyamory, BDSM/Fetish, BDSM, Fetish, S&M, Sadomasochism, Love, relationships, domme, dominant, dominatrix, slave, submissive, sub, bottom, top, alternative lifestyles, marraige. sub mode.

Long Lost Friends

This weekend, we had plans. However, they changed. It’s been a mixed weekend so far. I don’t need to go into the whole down side, but a lot of it has to do with allergies, lungs, insomnia, and just being plain tired. Instead I’ll try to focus on the up side of the weekend.

Last night, for the first time in a very long time, we had an impromptu happy hour at our favorite Place. There were a few gentlemen there when we arrive and found the mood to be mellow yet happy. While I was shooting pool, my Lady sent out one of those “joke” text messages to everyone in her phone. Quite a few people responded, but then she got a call back from XS.

XS was like a mentor to me when I first entered the scene. He was the top pain puppy around us, and we became very close. He was like a brother to me.

Now, some of you are probably wondering how a “freaky stranger” can be “like a family to you”? Well, for me it’s not that hard. I am estranged from my extended family. They are ultra-conservative Christians, and I’m just a little conservative, very kinky, Universalist. LOL. So, many, many years ago my family gave up on me. They would rather not associate with me. Now the down side is, my we don’t have the extended support structure that was common in the days of Ward Cleaver. (He had the TIME to be rough on the beaver).

When it came time to move, I didn’t have any family show up to help. Hell, I didn’t have any of my (vanilla) friends show up to lend a hand. I was faced with being homeless and the only people who spoke up and offered to put us (my whole family and dog) up were scene people. They were also the only people who showed up to help. I must admit, that my next-door neighbor did step up and help out a LOT, and that adds to my point… He didn’t really know us. I had neighbors who hung out at my house, smoked, and ate everything in my house. Where were they at moving time? Watching from across the street.

The people who came through for me, were the kinksters.  The Boss, and Madame Ember worked their asses off for two days. XS even took time out of his busy schedule and drove over two hours just to help me out. My extended family was at least 600 miles away.

This is where my conversation is heading toward. Since my family isn’t a part of my life, I have replaced them with the people I trust, and who have proved to me that they care about us and have our best interests in mind.

Look at the economy today. You’re not alone, EVERYBODY is struggling. Everyone has to make adaptations in order to survive.

We were struggling to make ends meet, (are struggling). We had a (kinkster) friend who really needed a place to stay. So, naturally we asked him to move in. I’ve been known to do this in the past. Usually, it didn’t end very well (with one exception). I had sworn that we would never do that again, but like I said… This economy, everybody has to make adjustments. Most of the time the “roommate” never kicked in anything to help out the household. So you can imagine my shock when the new roommate volunteered to help out. See, a win-win situation.  Now a few months later, he is an integral part of this family unit.

In a few weeks, my Lady’s pet is going to move in also. He insists on helping out financially also. What? Don’t you have children? What will they think? They know all about it and seem to be excited about the prospect. (I think they see him as under them in the pecking order of the family unit LOL). Besides, we can use all the help we can get.

So, now you see that friendship is a little more important to me than it means to others. So when a friend loses contact with me, I miss them a great deal. They might not realize it, but I do. This one friend said that he needed space, so I gave it to him.  He was never out of our hearts or minds.

He came out to our happy hour last night, and seemed a little surprised  at the enthusiasm with which I greeted him. I don’t know why, I’ve told him before that he is “family”, guess he just didn’t believe me.

These three guys are closer to me than my own brother is so they better get used to be treated like family. 

Well, I guess that’s all I have to say for now. We were going to go out to Silver Springs tonight for a play party, but we (My Lady and myself) are very tired, and I want to spend some one on one time with her. If we went to the party she would be pulled away by everyone else, and I wouldn’t have any time with her at all this weekend. So, we decided to spend the night at home (once she’s done with work). Thanks for reading.

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I filled Out A Questionnaire For My Lady.

See, my Lady managed to get a hold of a little questionnaire for Dommes to  give to prospective clients/submissive ‘s. I thought that it was kind of funny, yet somewhat uncomfortable.

For one thing, I’m not sure why she wanted me to fill it out, I mean… She knows me better than I know myself. She has been with me longer than any other person. (Even my own Mother). So, I thought that this was an exercise in futility.

The first half of the “test” was multiple choice, and my answers were very predictable. I bet most of my friends can answer each of these questions for me. I don’t hide much, and I feel like I’m an open book.  So this was actually a bit comical to me.

Then the second half of the test is a complete the sentence. That’s when I realized I was a little bit disturbed by it. The questions are innocuous enough, “I see myself as a slave…”, but then I realized that this is actually like a “job application”. What if she doesn’t like my answers.

The dynamics of a D/s relationship can be somewhat complicated. However, we were married for 16 years before we were even aware of the BDSM/Fetish scene. So, our relationship has a much deeper level than most people realize. I’ve seen other couples in a D/s relationship question the way we are in public. What they are not realizing is that beyond (and long before) the D/s relationship was initiated we are equal partners. We are raising a family together. We are each other’s best friend, and we actually love each other.

So I guess that is what makes me nervous about this questionnaire. It is designed to weed out the less than desirable element. To see if the potential subs fantasies are compatible with the Dommes. So, what if my answers don’t fit into her idea of the perfect fantasy world? Is there a possibility that she could reject me? Even leave me? Now this assignment doesn’t feel as innocuous as it once did.

The answers are more likely to the contrary, however, it doesn’t stop me from worrying about it. Just shows you that nobody is safe from irrational insecurities.

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Another Week

Another week is coming to an end. Personally, I’ve had better weeks, but I’ve also had worse. The week started off pretty badly. I was in a mood due to the way the weekend went. Eventually, we (Lady Eve and myself) talked things through and by the time Tuesday came, (Lady Eve’s actual birthday) we were back on track. I felt badly that I couldn’t really get my Lady anything for her birthday but, we are just plain broke. Unfortunately, she had to work on her birthday, so we didn’t really get to spend the day together either.

The rest of the week so far, has been damp and chilly. We’ve had thunderstorms for three days. Of course all the rain is making the grass grow like a jungle. So, my Lady asked me to get the Lawn mower working.

This morning, she left for work somewhere around 9 am. Knowing that I would wake up within minutes of her leaving the bed, she got Kitty (my dog) up in bed, hoping that I’ll stay sleeping thinking that the dogs body was hers. (Hey, when you spend 18 years sleeping next to someone, you feel an absence when they are not there). Usually, this trick works. No today though. I was up by 9:15. With the house being empty, I figured that I’d try to get the mower going right away. After an hour of tinkering, I still couldn’t get it started. What else is new?

So that’s where the week is now. I am looking forward to the weekend. I am a little disappointed that Lady Eve has to work everyday this weekend, but we still have made plans.

Friday night, we’ll go to our favorite Place for an impromptu happy hour. We haven’t been there just for the hell of it for months. We used to hang out there almost every weekend, but that changed when the Pizza place I worked for re-opened.

That took all of my Friday nights for the better part of a year. Now that I don’t work there, I can start up again. So, as soon as Lady Eve gets off work, we’re heading up to DC for the night.

Then on Saturday night (again, after Lady Eve is finished with work), we are heading out to a DC-TNG event that is to be held at my favorite dungeon in Silver Springs. I love this place. I mean… WOW. The quality of this fully stocked dungeon is unprecedented. We always have a good time. I’m a little disappointed that we are going to be late, but on the other hand. This is going to be the a rare event where I’ll have most of my Lady’s attention. Her other pet won’t be able to make this party (at least as far as I know). I’ll just be happy to be able to do a scene with her. Hopefully Goddess Unique will be there as well. She has been letting my Lady use her violet wand recently, and hopefully the 2 of them will be able to do something “shocking”.

It would also be nice if one of our friends went to the party also. I got to spend a little time with her last weekend, and I would love to be able to snuggle with her and my Lady on the “bondage/suspension” bed at this dungeon (complete with mirrored ceiling).

Then on Sunday, my Lady will have to work yet again. Leaving me home alone with those parasites called our children. So I will try to take it easy, lick my wounds, cook a family meal, and maybe watch a race on Sunday. At least, that is the plan.

I’ll let you know how it goes. Thanks for reading.

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Rapture’s Birthday Extravaganza

So, this past weekend we had a DXS Rapture event that coincided with a few birthdays. (My) Lady Eve, Madame Ember, and Master Thorson all were celebrating their birthdays at this event. It was a little out of the ordinary in a few ways. One… My wife’s pet brought a friend along, so he had to “behave”. (Long story, but let’s just suffice it to say that he can get in some trouble if it comes out that he’s into the kink and in a poly relationship). So we couldn’t be our “normal” selves with the friend present.  Either way, my day was very busy and stressful. First I had to do the 100 mile round trip to pick them up Saturday morning. Then once we got home, I had to be sneaky about “Bob”.  Then, I had to cook up a huge ham dinner so that everyone can have a home cooked meal.  After that, it was load up the toys and the dungeon furniture in the car. Do the shower/shave and get dressed. Eventually we made it out on the road, and arrived at The Place about a half hour after we were supposed to be. After we unloaded the car, it took me forever to locate parking spot. So once I finally got in… I was a little frustrated.

The night (although fun) was a little different. For one thing, the crowd was a lot smaller than normal. However, those who did come were some very hard players. 

My night started off with an intense piercing scene. We had this one planned for over a month. So, once the party kicked off, I found myself upstairs on the arch topped bench. Lady Eve was using 18 gauge catheters, then she would “thread” a “jingle bell” onto the end of each catheter before she capped it.

Our goal was about 72 catheters, but it was a little more intense than I figured. So, I only made it to 38 of them. It was so cool, but very intense. This is the finish result.

Once I gained composure, I rejoined the party. I found my Lady doing an electrical scene with her pet, and when he was done, she ordered me onto the punishment bench. She grounded me to the violet wand, then proceeded to use a slinky,  Wartenberg pinwheel, and a dental pick to shock me and the needles. Witnesses said that when she was using the slinky on my back, the jingle bells were lighting up a pretty blue color. They said it looked like some type of kinky Christmas tree. LOL.

After that scene, I joined the party and mingled for a while. Soon a few of my friends , Match and a lovely young lady, (Both of them are tops) were doing a scene that involved surgical staples, ribbon, and then a “tug of war”.  The recruited me to assist them. I was absolutely honored by that. To some, it might not seem like that big a deal, but when you take into account the need to maintain sterility and cleanliness for the scenes that result in blood play, I feel like I was complimented.  So I held the light as he stapled one end of the ribbon into a corset lacing on her back and ended with a few staples zig-zagging down her arm.  Then they switched, and she took the other end of the ribbon and stapled it to his back and arm. Then they started a tug of war while stapled to each other. The tug of war was soooo intense. As each staple was pulled out, the crowd would audibly gasp.

Once that ended, they retained my services some more. They each put “suspension” hooks into each other’s back. Once each of them had two hooks in, they asked me to lace them together as they stood back to back. So I laced his right shoulder blade to her left shoulder blade then his left to her right. Once they were secured, they started another tug of war. This was met with very loud gasps and exclamations. They kept increasing the amount of pressure until finally there was a very loud snap and they flew apart. At first I freaked because I thought that my knots gave way, but my knots were still secure. They just pulled so hard that the ribbons snapped.

 

But wait, there’s more. After they finished that scene, the continued to retain my services as they did some intense cutting scenes on each other. I have the pics, but I feel they might be too graphic for this particular site. I was totally entranced by all the scenes. Being in such proximity, makes it impossible not to learn a few things from it. I want to thank the two of them for including me in the scene. Again, it was a total honor.

The rest of the party was off the hook. I got to flirt, snuggle with and even get my first kiss from one of the lovely ladies that I’ve been interested in for a while. I made a few new friends, and got to see a few that I haven’t seen in a while.

Overall, I’d say the party was a success. Unfortunately, the fun ended the minute we walked out the door, and the next 2 days have been pure hell for me.  Although my Lady did have some fun at the party, she  was a bit disappointed  especially with the after-party. That was a total let down for her, which (to me) means that I failed miserably. For that I am sorry. I wish I could have done something different that would have made her happy. Hopefully, next year will be better.

That’s all for now, thanks for reading. Feel free to let me know what you think.

Templar.

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Getting Ready For The Big Weekend

It’s Thursday. My last day before the big weekend begins. What “big” weekend? My Wife’s birthday. Now for those of you who know us, know that this was the biggest party at The Place last year. I rented the establishment out complete with an open bar and we invited all our friends from all the various lifestyle groups that we knew. We had more than 150 guests show up for a wild night full of debaucherous fun that started with Jell-O shots off the beautiful Rhiannon and culminated with the lovely Lady Eve on the pool table and a writhing mass of at least 7 not very dressed women on top of her. 

That’s going to be hard to top. I am afraid that the Lady Eve might be disappointed this year. For one thing… $$$$$! (Hey, I didn’t vote for him. So, don’t blame  me). Fortunately… DXS Rapture didn’t have to go to Detroit like they did last year, and our regular DXS Rapture DC coincides with the birthdays of Lady Eve, Madame Ember (another that I bottom for), and Master Chuck. So I’m pretty sure there will be plenty of debaucherous fun there.  It’s the after-party that I’m really worried about.

That’s when the real fun usually begins. I know that Lady Eve really wants to go home and attack her pet and myself until we cry for mercy or until her pet has to return to school (He’s in college, you perverts) the next evening. However, a monkey wrench has been thrown in the works this year. Her pet is bringing a friend from school with him. This is going to be the guy’s first time at a BDSM event, so the pet is probably going to  be “behaving” himself. Plus, I don’t think that he wants the guy to know the extent of the relationship that he has established with us. So that means… No fun in the bedroom when we get home. I don’t even know if he’s going to come home with us at all. The friend that he’s bringing along is allergic to dogs, and guess what? That’s right, I have a  Golden Retriever. The poor guy is probably going to be miserable every minute he’s in the house anyway. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

Either way, I have a busy few days ahead of me. I have to set up and clean the bedroom today. Then tomorrow, I have to make sure the house is clean and defrost a ham. Saturday, I’ll have to get up early to pick up Lady Eve’s Pet and his friend. After that, I’ll have to entertain them, while cooking up a nice home cooked ham dinner. (Institutional cooking sucks, so I like to give her pet a real home cooked meal each time he visits). After dinner, I’ll have to pack up the toys, the furniture (St. Andrew’s Cross and maybe the arch topped bench), get dressed… Then off to the event (Rapture).

When we return from that is anybody’s guess. Either way, I’ll be taking another road trip on Sunday to take her pet home (FYI – 1 trip to pick him up and return him to school=200 miles and 4 hours of driving). I just hope the weather during the weekend is better than it’s been all week.

Well, I have to get going. I’m playing chauffeur today. Take Lady Eve to work, a friend to Va, then ???? I just know that I have to pick Lady Eve up at 10:30 or else I’ll pay dearly. LOL Thanks for reading and feel free to comment.

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