the coed in California, part one
I slept fitfully on the plane to California. I had rushed around all day; packing, buying food (that I ended up leaving in my dorm, oops), commuting to the airport and rushing through security. I was stuck in economy next to a man with awful breath. I was mesmerized by the movie that was playing in flight, “Speed Racer” and I listened to the in flight radio. After that was over, I was very restless. I was also starving, but I was being stubborn and didn’t like any of the airline snack boxes.
I was so, so glad to touch down in SFO. I ran to the bathroom after we were let off the plane, then I ran down to baggage claim where Sir was waiting. I wanted to jump in his arms.
We drove to San Jose and prowled around for food. Sir dragged me to a casino that happened to have a diner in it, and we had to sneak in because I’m not 21. Basically, I didn’t go to bed until 2am PACIFIC TIME. Which was 5am to my poor body.
Here’s the thing I’m discovering, about myself and BDSM events. I think they’re fantastic and ridiculously fun, but I just get so… how can I put this… fatigued, after a while. I get tired of the overwhelming pervasive male dominance/female submission. I KNOW THAT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE, WAIT FOR IT. I just get so overwhelmed. I’m not used to these big events yet. I get freaked out hearing other women screaming, crying, begging all at once. It’s too intense for me. I have a hard time blocking out other people in dungeons.
(Maybe I need a set of earplugs. No, I’m serious. I just thought of this now. Maybe if I had headphones and a blindfold, or even just earplugs and a blindfold, or just earplugs, I would be able to play in public easier. Maybe it would help me get to subspace. I really struggle with it in public. Maybe the next time Sir does sensory deprivation, I could ask for headphones, too… that would be so intense.)
I kind of felt like a tool during Folsom Fringe because Sir put my website URL on my NAMETAG. Heh.
Classes we went to…
LEW RUBENS’ bondage classes, which were FANTASTIC. We bought the DVDs! Sir learned how to do a bunch of new ties, mmmm…
I went to a faceplay class and Sir went to a Dungeon for Beginners class. I liked the faceplay class (slapping, kicking, caning, pressure points, flogging) a lot. Ooh.
Hmm. We also went to a journaling class, which was okay, but Sir and I already communicate very well. We talk in instant messenger, emails, this blog, and if something is REALLY wrong, I write long emails to Sir. So, it was enlightening but I didn’t learn as much as I did in other classes. Lady Balara was a great instructor, though.
Thennnn…. I went to a ponyplay class and Sir went to a single tail class. Whipmaster Bob helped to teach the single tail class, and he was letting people experience being whipped, if they wanted, after the class.
And so I was whipped for the first time! It was so intense but I LOVED it even though I was so scared. I was terrified. Sir practically had to drag me over to Bob, and even he was looking at me closely, “Is this something you REALLY want?” I nodded.
Whipmaster Bob whipped me, and he had one of his slaves hold onto my shoulders. “Breathe, honey. You need to breathe.” I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath. It was a mindfuck looking at the whip head on. Just sharp pricks of pain on my chest that I really liked, and I wanted more and more…
Sir and I also went to the steak restaurant in the hotel and probably unnerved the waiter a bit with my knee high Converse sneakers, collar and black and white dress. SO delicious but probably ridiculously fattening. We ate huge steaks, mashed potatoes, salads and this delicious strawberry shortcake dessert.
We wandered over to the dungeon and watched a few sceens, but we were too full and I was too nervous to really play much.
The play would happen the next night in the SF Citadel…
