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Devil's Den / God Saves...
Working from home... half a sick day as I'm fighting a rough cold -- which I no doubt aggravated the cold this weekend from lack of sleep and being cold...
Being "Leather Weekend" at camp, the pavilion was amazingly transformed (using black plastic "walls" and lights and smoke machines and portable heaters) into "the Devil's Den" (or at least that's what it was called by the one owner's mother... hehehe). It was incredible... the entrance area was a bar -- which was better lit and supplied than some actual bars I've been in. Then the rest of the pavilion had back rooms including 3-slings, 2 glory holes, a "St Andrew's Cross", a piss-tub, and a clean-up area. It was really well done and a lot of fun. I think on the first night there was a lot of people there who were not experienced with S&M and stuff, but they had a really good time (me being one of them). Saturday it was open all day long (without alcohol at the bar area) and I think it was much more serious in there (I didn't go in...).
I had a really nice make-out session with a woofy, older bear. He's so nice and cute. He invited me back to his place anytime (this will come into play later in this journal entry).
On Friday, rumor has it only three people were on the St Andrew's cross... the two lesbians and myself. For those who don't know, the cross is an "X" of wood and you get bound to it at arms and legs... It started off with me only on it for fun... and then the lesbians came and started to whip me (gently and for fun at first)... then a crowd started to gather to watch, and I started to "like it" a bit too much... and I suddenly felt VERY uncomfortable... so I stopped it. Thankfully, Dawn knew what she was doing and stopped... My, my, it would have been bad if it was someone who didn't know when to stop.
Well... the last interesting note about Friday was that you never know who has HIV and you should ALWAYS treat EVERYONE as if they are positive. I found out someone I know has it and totally would never have guessed or thought to be careful with him.
Saturday I woke up late with a hangover (no big surprise, eh?). I slowly got up and went to put in my contacts. I was missing one! Crap! They're disposable, so I'm not upset about that... but wearing glasses all weekend because I didn't have my replacements really sucked. I mean... glasses get in the way... but one of the guys made me happy when he said, "You know though, glasses make good cum guards." Uuu... hadn't thought of it like that.
The Leather Masters store was setup and they hosted a party in the clubhouse on Saturday evening. I took a nap at 8:30pm (as I was so tired) and I almost decided not to get up at 9pm, but I had promised Dawn and Crystal that I could be auctioned at the party at midnight. I wish I had stayed in bed... They asked if I could auction myself off as a "slave" in order to benefit FACT. It was a good cause, but I had reservations... I didn't know how I would feel being "sold". I didn't think anyone would want to bid on me, and I didn't really know what would happen -- would someone cute buy me and make me do stuff I would enjoy doing, or would someone scary buy me and totally skeeve me. I decided, with some coaxing, to do it. When the time came, I stood in front of everyone and felt weird, then the guy started the bidding at $100... Christ, that's a lot of money... I really would have been OK with no one bidding on me for that. Well, the girls (who had coaxed me into it) made the initial bid. No one bid higher, and then my one friend, Don, bid $120. I was flattered; no one else bid anything. I got him beers and danced with him for the rest of the evening. I told him I would clean his camper. His partner was pissed at him for spending all that money and said I was a friend who would do it anyway. Talk about feeling uncomfortable. I just kept telling myself the money was going to a good cause, and I offered them both $40 towards myself to help ease the tension between them. (I gave them $50... and I didn't clean the camper... [yet?]) With my "no regrets" attitude toward life, all I can say looking back is that I learned and that I will NEVER allow myself on an auction block again.
At 2am, I told Don that our agreement had ended until tomorrow, and then we all hung out with a bunch of guys. It was freezing cold (and with what I was wearing [pic soon], you can believe I was looking for warmth)! We were near my camper, so I invited everyone in for some warmth (turned on stove and heater), and some beer and socializing. It was fun, fooled around a little too. Everyone parted ways around 3:30am. So I laid there briefly feeling empty and lonely and cold. Very lonely... so I decided I would go sleep with the guy I was making out with on Friday -- he had said "anytime", so I took him up on the offer. I scared him a bit when I came in, but he quickly let me climb under the nice warm covers with him. We cuddled and he quickly warmed me up... and then he cuddled me as I fell asleep with tears in my eyes (don't think he knew I was crying). It felt so comfortable. I know he and I aren't boyfriend material, he's much too old for me and other reasons I just don't feel comfortable about, but I really enjoy his company and he makes me feel loved and warm.
Sunday morning, I had prearranged to work with Ken and Don in the cafe on Sunday, so at 8am my alarm went off and I awoke with a grumble and said a nice farewell and thank you to my host for the night (involved an orgasm *wink*). Then I stumbled to my camper... opened the door... ... and almost got knocked to the floor from the overwhelming smell of propane!! OMG, I could have died!! The stove's pilot light was running all night (not lit) and was pumping propane into the camper, filling it with gas! Thank god for several things and I mean dead serious, no joke: If I had decided to just pass out in my camper and sleep there, I would have either (1) blown up when the gas caught up to the heater which I would have had on, but turned off before I left because I was leaving and didn't need it on; or (2) asphyxiated from the gas fumes throughout the night -- in either case I probably never would have woken up! Talk about being a little frightened and made more aware of those "second chances" we are given throughout life.
Waiting tables in the cafe went smoothly. I really enjoy doing it... I've always wanted to be a waiter. I still think that, or a bartender, will be a second job of mine if/when I ever need one.
So... now you can see why I was so tired last night and why I did nothing to thwart this cold that is now hitting me hard.
Being "Leather Weekend" at camp, the pavilion was amazingly transformed (using black plastic "walls" and lights and smoke machines and portable heaters) into "the Devil's Den" (or at least that's what it was called by the one owner's mother... hehehe). It was incredible... the entrance area was a bar -- which was better lit and supplied than some actual bars I've been in. Then the rest of the pavilion had back rooms including 3-slings, 2 glory holes, a "St Andrew's Cross", a piss-tub, and a clean-up area. It was really well done and a lot of fun. I think on the first night there was a lot of people there who were not experienced with S&M and stuff, but they had a really good time (me being one of them). Saturday it was open all day long (without alcohol at the bar area) and I think it was much more serious in there (I didn't go in...).
I had a really nice make-out session with a woofy, older bear. He's so nice and cute. He invited me back to his place anytime (this will come into play later in this journal entry).
On Friday, rumor has it only three people were on the St Andrew's cross... the two lesbians and myself. For those who don't know, the cross is an "X" of wood and you get bound to it at arms and legs... It started off with me only on it for fun... and then the lesbians came and started to whip me (gently and for fun at first)... then a crowd started to gather to watch, and I started to "like it" a bit too much... and I suddenly felt VERY uncomfortable... so I stopped it. Thankfully, Dawn knew what she was doing and stopped... My, my, it would have been bad if it was someone who didn't know when to stop.
Well... the last interesting note about Friday was that you never know who has HIV and you should ALWAYS treat EVERYONE as if they are positive. I found out someone I know has it and totally would never have guessed or thought to be careful with him.
Saturday I woke up late with a hangover (no big surprise, eh?). I slowly got up and went to put in my contacts. I was missing one! Crap! They're disposable, so I'm not upset about that... but wearing glasses all weekend because I didn't have my replacements really sucked. I mean... glasses get in the way... but one of the guys made me happy when he said, "You know though, glasses make good cum guards." Uuu... hadn't thought of it like that.
The Leather Masters store was setup and they hosted a party in the clubhouse on Saturday evening. I took a nap at 8:30pm (as I was so tired) and I almost decided not to get up at 9pm, but I had promised Dawn and Crystal that I could be auctioned at the party at midnight. I wish I had stayed in bed... They asked if I could auction myself off as a "slave" in order to benefit FACT. It was a good cause, but I had reservations... I didn't know how I would feel being "sold". I didn't think anyone would want to bid on me, and I didn't really know what would happen -- would someone cute buy me and make me do stuff I would enjoy doing, or would someone scary buy me and totally skeeve me. I decided, with some coaxing, to do it. When the time came, I stood in front of everyone and felt weird, then the guy started the bidding at $100... Christ, that's a lot of money... I really would have been OK with no one bidding on me for that. Well, the girls (who had coaxed me into it) made the initial bid. No one bid higher, and then my one friend, Don, bid $120. I was flattered; no one else bid anything. I got him beers and danced with him for the rest of the evening. I told him I would clean his camper. His partner was pissed at him for spending all that money and said I was a friend who would do it anyway. Talk about feeling uncomfortable. I just kept telling myself the money was going to a good cause, and I offered them both $40 towards myself to help ease the tension between them. (I gave them $50... and I didn't clean the camper... [yet?]) With my "no regrets" attitude toward life, all I can say looking back is that I learned and that I will NEVER allow myself on an auction block again.
At 2am, I told Don that our agreement had ended until tomorrow, and then we all hung out with a bunch of guys. It was freezing cold (and with what I was wearing [pic soon], you can believe I was looking for warmth)! We were near my camper, so I invited everyone in for some warmth (turned on stove and heater), and some beer and socializing. It was fun, fooled around a little too. Everyone parted ways around 3:30am. So I laid there briefly feeling empty and lonely and cold. Very lonely... so I decided I would go sleep with the guy I was making out with on Friday -- he had said "anytime", so I took him up on the offer. I scared him a bit when I came in, but he quickly let me climb under the nice warm covers with him. We cuddled and he quickly warmed me up... and then he cuddled me as I fell asleep with tears in my eyes (don't think he knew I was crying). It felt so comfortable. I know he and I aren't boyfriend material, he's much too old for me and other reasons I just don't feel comfortable about, but I really enjoy his company and he makes me feel loved and warm.
Sunday morning, I had prearranged to work with Ken and Don in the cafe on Sunday, so at 8am my alarm went off and I awoke with a grumble and said a nice farewell and thank you to my host for the night (involved an orgasm *wink*). Then I stumbled to my camper... opened the door... ... and almost got knocked to the floor from the overwhelming smell of propane!! OMG, I could have died!! The stove's pilot light was running all night (not lit) and was pumping propane into the camper, filling it with gas! Thank god for several things and I mean dead serious, no joke: If I had decided to just pass out in my camper and sleep there, I would have either (1) blown up when the gas caught up to the heater which I would have had on, but turned off before I left because I was leaving and didn't need it on; or (2) asphyxiated from the gas fumes throughout the night -- in either case I probably never would have woken up! Talk about being a little frightened and made more aware of those "second chances" we are given throughout life.
Waiting tables in the cafe went smoothly. I really enjoy doing it... I've always wanted to be a waiter. I still think that, or a bartender, will be a second job of mine if/when I ever need one.
So... now you can see why I was so tired last night and why I did nothing to thwart this cold that is now hitting me hard.