Taylor Made For Me - Folsom Part Two

Vending at Folsom. Our day began at 7am, hauling our stuff about 6 blocks, then me going to forage for breakfast. Waiting, waiting for the others we were sharing space to show up. They did and all around us vendors and organizers began putting the street fair together.

By 10ish all was set up, I mosied around a little checking things out. Lots of fun booths, very exciting and costumed people roaming around, much leather (yum!) Back at our booth, I spent much of my day in and out of the bear's sex sling. We had a lot of fun people try out the sling. The day went by fairly fast.

The best thing that happened for me happened in the last hour: Taylor came by. Was it accidental? I am sure I told him the name of our booth and he did come alone....I was laying in the sling and he was looking at some whips a few feet from me. Our eyes met at the same time and I broke into a big smile. He smiled too and said, "You look familiar...."

I was out of the sling in about two seconds and rubbing up against him. I immediately brought Taylor over to meet the bear. There was saucy talk and I found myself holding onto the sling frame over my head while my top was lowered and the two of them got to smacking my tits hard. If it was a contest I would be hard pressed to say who won. (Maybe me?!) Open-palmed hard as they could smacks on my tits, such that the bear's palm left a huge welt on one side.

Then Taylor and I had a few minutes together. He had just bought a lead-weighted thuddy toy and rapped my tits with it; did some two-fisted punches on the one side just like a boxer would hit a punching bag. I was his punching bag. I mumbled that I wanted his knee between my legs but he did not hear me correctly and next thing I knew I was put over the bear's knee so Taylor could spank my bottom. Mmmmm, floaty, floaty and happy. After we talked about what I like and what other kind of play we might engage in. I showed him the cigar burns from the night before (public play at the Eagle Tavern). He was smoking a cigarette; (smile) so he added a few of his own.

There was another women's play party later. He wanted me there. I wanted to be there. He left, it suddenly got windy and it was time to take everything down. A 12-hour day, much of it on my feet, working hard alongside the bear. Hauling stuff 6 blocks back to the hotel wore us both out. I grabbed dinner across the street and we played and fell asleep together. No more Taylor tonight. I was regretful but spent. I fell asleep with my face in the bear's armpit. I like to sleep with my face in his armpit. Yeah, I'm weird.

Oh, I forgot. Before Taylor left he wrote his email address across the tit he worked on earlier. I will never forget the smiles that evoked at the end of the night. I spent at least 10 minutes looking at effects from both Taylor and the bear's handiwork. How the tiny blood vessels broken here and there formed a crazy pattern, the Friday night bruising added to and turning colors even as I watched it. Such loveliness.

Taylor Made For Me - Folsom Part One

I rolled into San Fran bout 10:30 Friday night and took a shuttle directly to a women's play party above Mr S Leather. Saw a few familiar faces there, both from San Fran but also from Wicked Womyn and got to chat and get cards/info, invites to come to Desire (yes, yes!).

A spanking fundraiser was happening where if you wanted to get spanked you paid or if you wanted to spank someone you paid to spank them. One of the IMsL organizers was on the chopping block and a teh cute boi/butch delivered a few good smacks to her behind. I said, "I want some of that please. And if I am the one paying, do I get to say how I want them?" (i am a pushy bitch that bats her eyes). And that was how I met Taylor. He asked what I wanted. I gave him a $10 and said, "I want marks, and I would prefer that there were on my tits". He asked how much warm up I wanted; I said very little. And that was what I got.

He gave me three or four warm up swats on my bottom and then simply said, "Tits now. Stand against the wall". I took off my bra and did as I was told. The first double open-palmed smacks were hard but doable. He asked how that was. I said good. "Harder?" he questioned. "Oh, yes please", I replied. And that was when I got what I deserve. Taylor is a hot, petite (military?) boi/butch. The second set of smacks made me scream and grab onto him for dear life. He let me get my breath. The third set was just as hard. When I get into that floaty space so fast I sometimes giggle; what is going through my head at that time is basically, that hurts like a motherfucker and I am asking for more??? The fourth set was on the sides of my tits, the fifth was a good closer.

I wanted to play with him more, but he had something else on the go. He took my number and I crossed my fingers it would get used that weekend.

Helpless Never Felt This Good!

We were at the mens bath house attending a special kink event open to all for the night. Play equipment was set up and to the side of the dungeon space was a four-poster bed. I was going to begin experimenting with restraints and chose a Leather Hog Tie. I can be claustrophobic and I was a little concerned how comfortable I may be in the usual hog tie position (on stomach, arms behind back and knees bent with ankles overtop your butt). I am a curvy girl after all, and using the Leather Hog Tie with ankle and wrist cuffs likely meant that I would not be able to maintain the position for very long. Luckily, my partner got creative and pulled out the rope, cutting strips long enough to tie around each of my ankles and wrists and create a loop for the four rotatable claw hooks of the hog-tie to clip onto (he's pretty smart for a bear). This gave me a little more wriggle room as it were.

I asked my friend JR to be my anchor. I trust my play partner but I also wanted someone to hold me gently and whisper sweet things to me while I was restrained and my bear got rough with me. JR got comfortable on the bed, his back against the wall.

I was on my knees in front of him while my bear tied my ankles and wrists, clipped them easily to the hog-tie and then said, "JR, catch" and pushed me down. Oomph! I landed on JR, just where I wanted to be, my face on his chest, my body across the bed. It felt a tiny bit scary to know that I could not get away and having JR there actually meant a lot to me. I knew what my bear was up to: he likes to have his big paw inside me but he warmed me up first by caning me on my thighs. He employed a lube fairy to apply lube liberally to his gloved fist and then he went to work fisting my pussy. Being restrained with the hog-time meant that I wriggled a lot as I tried to get away (good luck) and I found myself in JR's armpit a few times. He was lovely, brushing my hair out of my face and giving me sips of water as needed.

Fisting makes me come hard and over and over again. The lube fairy was kept busy reapplying lube as my orgasms washed it away. After several minutes of play this way, I was flipped onto my side. I found this to be a fun and interesting position and again, because I had rope restraints that allowed for a little more movement, this position was largely comfortable and I was quickly sent back into the throes of orgasm; my partner slapping my tits and fisting me some more.

Hmm, restrained and fisted at the bath house? Makes me feel a bit bad for the vanilla folk.....