The Collared Coed

Whirlwind is a good word to describe TESfest2008. Constant activity and motion, a desire to see everything. It overwhelms you.

I can’t even begin to talk about the myriad of things I learned and saw and felt. What stands out to me, right now, was the impromptu scene Sir and I did the first night we were there.

Now, being in dungeons makes me nervous. Combine that with the intense nature of BDSM events (people who wait months to be able to play intense, hardcore scenes that they don’t usually play) and just the sheer overwhelming number of people, it makes me fidget and be nervous.

Sir and I got dressed and went down to the dungeon. Even though Sir was at my side, I was still nervous. Being in the dungeon made me downright uneasy, because I just kept hearing women screaming and crying, and even though deep down I KNEW they were safe and okay, I still felt on edge. Sir could tell I was anxious. As we walked around the dungeon, we spotted an empty padded table. He sat me on the table, lifted my skirt, and started to spank me.

I started laughing.

I didn’t know why I was laughing, I just started. He swatted me harder. I kept laughing. Loudly. Unabashedly. There we were, women and men grunting, crying, screaming in various levels of pain, and I’m hysterically laughing. He keeps spanking, spanking, spanking me. He actually has to stop because His hand started throbbing. He was absolutely hitting my ass much harder than normal. I almost couldn’t breathe it was so funny.

TESfest2008 was a little overwhelming for both of us. We had never been in that sort of intense environment before, and never for a three day stretch. We met some people, but Sir disclosed to me that it felt a little cliquey at times. To be honest, I wish we had met more people. Oh, we did meet some, don’t get me wrong.

We went to a lot of interesting classes:

• A water bondage class.
• A lecture on humiliation.
• A single tail class.
• A CBT class. (I’ll explain why.)
• A class about technological/computer slavery.
• A flogging 101 class.
• Predicament bondage.
• Electric play.

I’m probably forgetting a few. Sir was absolutely crushing on the presenter of the technological “House of Bondage” and CBT class, Julia. (“You would totally let her tie up your balls.” I teased Him as we had dinner Sunday night in the hotel. “Why would she stop there?” He countered.) It was adorable. She was actually very cute, knowledge and had infectious enthusiasm.

We went to Flogging 101 so I could learn how to flog. ME! It took a lot of wheedling and pleading and puppy eyes to get Sir to agree to be my practice target. I had a blast.

Sir bought a single tail. He looked ridiculously hot wielding it (seriously), but I know that it’ll take a long time before I’ll be on the receiving end of that one.

Sir also bought me a corset. A gorgeous dark blue corset. The woman that sold it to me was vicious, shrinking my waist down four inches when she put me in it. Buying the corset was funny. My gasps at the increasing tightness of the corset made Sir’s eyes light up, I swear.

It’s so fucking hot, though. I like the shape it remakes my body into. Sir fucked me in it, of course. It also restricted my breathing.

Whew. I still have so much to say, but I’m going to save that for another post…

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