I am an extremely shy, quiet type of person. When I first started thinking about attending an actual BDSM themed event, I changed my mind about whether or not I wanted to go at least a dozen times. Ultimately, I wanted to go, despite the fact that I knew I would have many moments of being uncomfortable from what I call my “issues” (I‘m easily embarrassed and way too inhibited). I decided to register quickly during a moment of “wanting to go” so that I wouldn’t be able to change my mind again.
My Sir and I were greeted by a very friendly couple as we pulled into the campground. We registered and picked our chores, and got our cabin assignments. We quickly headed for our cabin and chose our space (where I immediately became anxious again because of the lack of privacy in the bathrooms) before heading down to the dining hall. We made it just in time for dinner. My first assignment was to circle the classes that interested me on the guide that was given to us. I looked over the class schedules while we ate and it only took me a few minutes to decide which ones I wanted to attend. A few of them overlapped, so we’d have to decide between them, but I figured we could figure that out later.
After getting back to our cabin it started to storm. I mean
REALLY storm. We met our cabin mates, two friendly couples and another that chose to stay outside in their camper.
I love a good storm. The sound of the rain pounding on the rooftop relaxed away any nervousness that I might have been feeling. The loud cracks of thunder coupled with the bright flashes of light startled a few, but was soothing to me. Then the lightening struck a transformer and we were all left in the dark. Pitch black dark. There was nothing to do other than chill out and relax until the storm passed over.
Flashlight in hand, we decided to take a walk once the rain had finally stopped. I had been really looking forward to the sampler circuit (which is exactly as it sounds, a “sample” of many different BDSM activities). I was certain that it was now cancelled considering there was no power. But we figured we should find out for sure. On our way to the dungeon we passed a fire show. I had never seen anything like that before and was very interested in watching but we continued on our way. I figured I’d get another opportunity to watch later on. The little bit I saw was awesome to watch, especially considering it was the only light source at the moment.
As expected, there really wasn’t much going on in the dungeon. I was disappointed about not being able to see the sampler circuit. My hope was to just watch the first night, and maybe get up the nerve to try a few new things the second night. After peeking around the dungeon, we made our way down to the barn. It was very dimly lit with a lamp and a few people were inside playing and standing around watching. My Sir pulled me inside where we watched from a short distance away. I had never watched anyone else play before and I was a bit embarrassed, but excited at the same time. I was also curious about observing the actions and reactions of others. A man had his submissive on a spanking bench. He was degrading her in front of everyone after every hard strike to her ass. I think I was more embarrassed to be
seen watching than I was by the actions and things this man was saying. I was embarrassed to admit that I was enjoying watching. I tried to keep my eyes averted but Sir kept a firm grasp on a fistful of my hair, holding my head in place to force me to watch.
It was late and midnight snack had also been cancelled, so we headed back to our cabin for some sleep.
The power finally came back on around 5am. We made it down to the dining hall by 9am for breakfast. After that we perused the little shop that was set up. The man running the shop was kind enough to show us the violet wand along with all of its various attachments. Now, I had never seen a violet wand before, much less been on the receiving end, so when he told me to hold on to the end of it I was just a little skittish. Ok, that’s a lie, I was
a lot skittish, but definitely curious. I was jumpy, but agreed. At one point, my arm was just barely touching my Sir’s arm and the current went right through me and shocked Him which of course I thought was funny. I didn’t really think I’d be into “zappy” things, but I must say, when he ran the wand across my arm at the lower voltage, I loved the sensation. Definitely looking forward to trying this again sometime in the future, only in a much more sensual manner.
After lunch, we had our first class to choose from. I really wanted to attend the one on “Erotic Impact Play & Rhythmic Caning” (rhythmic caning just sounds fun!) but ultimately chose one called “Establishing Good Communication for M/s & D/s Relationships”. Communication is not one of my stronger suits (ok, I really,
really suck at it) so I figured that while the other class looked more fun, this one would be more beneficial. There was a lot of good information during the class pertinent to any relationship, kinky or otherwise.
Our next class started immediately after the first one. Again, I was torn between two classes. One was on Needle play, which I was curious about, but figured I’d at least get to watch that at the Sampler Circuit that night. So we headed over to the one on “Deep Subspace”. Another class with lots of good information, discussion between attendees, and a demo. The couple giving the class were inspiring to watch together. The love they obviously have for each other, the tenderness in his voice when he spoke to her, and her ability to just let go so easily was enviable. I had only ever sub-spaced once at that point, which was quite unintentional and took me by such surprise it almost scared me, despite the wonderful feeling that came with it. Now, I’m addicted to the blissful feelings subspace brings.
Next stop, the dining hall for dinner, then we hung out at the cabin for a bit. After a bit of rest and relaxation, we started our walk towards the dungeon where the Sampler Circuit was being held. On the way we passed another fire show. My Sir forgot something He had wanted to bring along, so I took the opportunity to just sit and watch while He walked back to the cabin. Standing in the center of a basketball court was a woman, fully unclothed, with her arms raised. I stared in fascination as the man made the flames dance over her flesh. Every once in a while another woman would bring what looked like a towel (I’m assuming a wet one) and press it to her skin to put out any lingering flames. The whole idea of fire play scared the bejeezes out of me, yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It was just so fascinating to watch.
After only a short while, my Sir returned, and I reluctantly got up to head towards the dungeon. Once there, my nervousness and apprehension reappeared with a vengeance. There were a lot of people everywhere inside and I was torn between wanting to go find a vacant corner to just hide in, versus wanting to see what was going on. We just kind of stood back and watched the goings on for awhile. Then I heard the loud CRACK of a whip. And I was fascinated once again. I’d look around at everything, but my eyes kept finding their way back to the man wielding the whip.
After walking around for a bit, checking out the various equipment and stations set up, I noticed the bright flash of fire. We ventured closer so I could see and there was the same man who had shown us the violet wand preparing for fire play demos. Turns out, fire play was his specialty. There were offers from him to go get his cups so I could experience cupping. (I had already adamantly said there was no way I was going to try fire play.) I was intrigued and curious, LOVED watching, but was way,
way too nervous, too shy, and way too inhibited to break down and try anything myself. We watched for a bit longer.
I could hear the buzzing sound of the violet wand in the far corner from where we stood, I observed the quiet look of concentration of the man performing rope bondage and the look of anticipation from the woman who was patiently awaiting the opportunity to be suspended. I could hear the dull thuds of floggers striking the bare flesh of people restrained to poles and crosses. And I could hear the louder, sharper smacks of bare hands striking the asses of those restrained to spanking benches. There was just so much to take in. Too much to fully observe it all. But ultimately, my eyes kept finding their way to two areas in particular. The man with the mesmerizing eyes, who was wielding that awesome whip, and the man with the friendly smile paired with the evil glint in his eye who was obviously having so much fun playing with the bright dancing flames.
I watched in awe as the long single tail whip appeared to gently lick the flesh of the recipient. I was fascinated and envious of those brave enough to try it. I smiled when the end of the whip would be made to curl around a raised upper arm almost like you would do if you were tying someone with a rope. My Sir nudged me on a few times to try it, but I resisted. Oh, how I wanted to, but there were a lot of people watching and I don’t like to be anywhere near the center of attention. Far from it. Plus, unlike most others, I was fully dressed. No way would I be taking anything off in front of all those people. It was an irrational thought, I know, considering the state of undress all around me, and the fact that it’s necessary to fully experience many things. But.... I never claimed to be rational.
When I wasn’t looking, Sir had gained the attention of the man with the whip and he was walking towards us before I had noticed what He had done. He nudged me forward again, and I very clearly remember thinking “CRAP! How can I get out of this now?!?” The man easily sensed my hesitation and asked me a few questions to which I know my replies were nothing more than incoherent blabber (my memory and mind froze from my anxiety). So he talked to me for a short while, showed me what it looked like from his end, first with a smaller whip, then the longer one. He continued to talk to me in his
oh so soothing voice as I backed up a few steps as he instructed. His eyes were locked onto mine. Or maybe my eyes were locked onto his. Either way, He was just mesmerizing and I couldn’t look away even if I had wanted. I almost felt as though I were in some kind of trance. I smiled as I felt the slight sting of the tip of the whip against the flesh of my chest and the little bit of exposed skin there was. I wanted so very badly to shed my shirt so I could feel more. I just didn't know how to get over my embarrassment to make myself just do it. I knew Sir would have insisted I did, but it was impossible for Him to help me without it looking like he was “making” me rather than it being something I really wanted. The session ended after a few minutes and I had my first “taste” of the single tail whip. I definitely cant wait to try again in the future. (And to this day, the mere thought of this man and mental image of his eyes, and how he made me feel that night is enough to make me feel a soothing sensation wrap itself around me.)
It was still very busy in the dungeon so my Sir decided to take me to the Barn where things were less hectic and we could have a little play of our own. There was only one other couple in the barn, who were playing with a violet wand, and the dungeon monitor, an older, very nice, soft spoken lady. The evening was cool and I was wearing jeans under my semi-long flowing shirt. Sir cuffed and chained me to a post in the center of the room.
Like I’ve already mentioned, I am very inhibited. I don’t think anyone can fully comprehend how much so. I don’t understand it, or know where it came from. I just know that I’ve always been this way to some extent or another. So needless to say, I could feel a small panic rising within me, knowing what was coming next, knowing that anyone could see me. It was little consolation that there were only 3 other people present besides my Sir and me, two of which were occupied with their own activities. Once my wrists were restrained, my jeans and panties were promptly removed. My anxiety skyrocketed. I closed my eyes and pretended that there was no one else present, that I was somewhere where no one could see me, and waited while He selected the instrument he would use first. Even though I was slightly panicked, I was smiling on the inside. I don’t like my inhibitions. I down right hate them. I wish I didn’t care what other people thought. I wish I could be free to let my inner desires be known. So being “made” to get over those fears, was what I wanted (even though I would never admit it). I couldn’t do it for myself, I
needed someone else to do it for me.
Our scene was long and blissful. There was breath play, hair pulling, and biting of my neck and back. I was flogged, spanked, and otherwise had my ass beat hard. I had naughty things whispered into my ear and was made to repeat back words Sir knew I had difficulty saying. I was in heaven!
Just when it got to the point when I didn’t think I could bear to have my ass beat any harder, I suddenly couldn’t feel it anymore. I could distinctly hear the sharp smacks, could feel the rhythmic push of my body against the pole with each strike of his hand and slapper, but all I could feel was this wonderful sensation within me that I cant even describe. This warm fuzzy feeling poured over me while and I was mostly unaware of anything else around me. I didn’t have a single care in the world at that point. I vaguely remember hearing Him say “she cant feel it anymore”. I’m not sure who he was talking to, nor did I even think to question it. Hell, for all I know, it was me imagining it. I just didn’t care. Along the process my shirt had been removed as well. I no longer cared about that either. I was relishing the feelings and sensations. Then I could feel Him cradling me close, whispering in my ear. I wanted to beg Him not to stop, but His words speaking so softly in my ear won out over my desire for more. The restraints were removed. He steadied me as my wobbly legs threatened to give out and led me to the aftercare area where I was held and soothed for some time. More heaven! I cant remember how long He said the scene lasted. Probably a little over an hour. Maybe close to two. All I know is that the time flew by, I swear it only felt like minutes, if that. I rested while He cleaned up and put His toys away. I was then permitted to put my panties and shirt back on. Then we headed back up to the dungeon. It was probably about 1am by then.
It had dwindled down some, but there were still a lot of people playing. The schedule had said that the sampler circuit was until midnight, so I was surprised to see that the man with the fire was still giving a demo. I moved closer to watch and on the way noticed a needle play demo. After asking if I could move closer and watch, we sat down so I could get a better look. The girl on the receiving end chatted with us a bit. She looked very nervous and mentioned that it was her first time. She got three needles placed around the upper curve of each breast. It was very pretty and though I never would have thought it would be something I’d be interested in, I do think I’d like to try it some day. I have a few piercings in various places and have always loved the adrenaline rush that came along with it, so why not?
The fire play demo had ended and the man again offered to let me try. I was hesitant so he had me hold my hand out, palm up, so I could feel what the flame felt like. It wasn’t as bad as I had imagined it, and I enjoyed the warm sensation. I hesitated again, for two reasons. One, I felt bad because it was already somewhere around 2am and I knew he was going to get ready to clean up, and two, I knew I would be required to undress and my self-consciousness had returned. I looked from my Sir, to the man, and back again; figured “what the hell” to myself, promptly stripped, and climbed up on the table before my mind had time to register what I was doing and change my mind. At which point the man that was about to light me on fire apparently took one look at my
very red ass and said, “I’m not going to lie,
that’s going to sting”.
I only had a brief moment of thinking “Oh hell, what have I gotten myself into” before I felt the first warm licks of flame on my back and I have to say it was the neatest feeling ever. I could smell a slight burning smell, which was the fine hairs on my back being singed off. I was still skittish and seeing the bright flame even through my closed eyes was making me extremely nervous. I laughed nervously and mentioned I needed a blindfold, where Sir quickly produced a bandanna and tied it around my head. Perfect! Now I couldn’t see the brightness from behind my eyelids and I was able to relax…. until the flame moved lower down my back, over my ass, and oh boy was he right! It stung like the dickens on my ass. And maybe it was my imagination, but it surely seemed to me like he was concentrating the attentions to that area as well! I squealed and squirmed quite a bit from the sensation in various places. I sighed with contentment and completely relaxed when he began tapping the backs of my legs with the fire thinking how that was way better than any massage. And then… I think I almost went off the front of the table when I felt the fire being ran up the center of my ass LOL. I laughed a lot and had a lot of fun as did he.
Now it was time to try the cupping. I honestly didn’t think he would, considering how late it was, but before I knew it, I felt the first warm smooth dome shaped glass being pressed to my skin accompanied by a pulling, sucking sensation. I left out a few “ohs’ and “oooooh’s” along the way until I heard Sir say there was now 19 of them on me. I was still blindfolded and couldn’t see the process, so I had no idea what it looked like. Not that I was going to see anything going on considering they were being placed on my back, but I hadn’t previously watched this done, so I had no idea of what to picture in my head. So it was at that moment, after realizing there were
nineteen of them already on, that I remembered that I hadn’t asked if it hurt when they came off. So… I asked and I guess a few people found that amusing since laughter was the only response I got. Then the man mentioned that he had a total of 31 cups,
all of which he intended on using. Except that he liked “symmetry”. So what did that mean? I immediately found out as I felt one yanked from my skin (damn those suckers suck tight!) and immediately replaced in another spot so that it would be “symmetrical”. Hmmm….only he did that a couple of more times. Somehow I don’t think symmetry was the intended goal!
After all 31 were in place, covering the backs of my upper arms, my entire back, ass, both legs, and even the soles of my feet, I could hear comments from various people about what it looked like. I was still laughing and having a good time, though I was nervous about having them all removed. One by one, they were pulled from my body. A few slipped off relatively easily, most had a pretty good suction. Some hurt being removed, some didn’t. I laughed, squealed, and maybe cussed a little bit here and there. Sir jumped in and began helping to remove them, so at times I had two pulled from me at once. And then… someone mentioned something about playing chess. And I felt the cups being
slid against my skin. Owies!! And one in particular, right in the center of my back, was repeatedly slid back and forth in a quick motion. Oh, boy did I ever cuss then! (Which was of course met with more laughter). I breathed a big sigh of relief once it was freed from my skin. Finally, they were all off, though I couldn’t tell. I was asking “Really? That’s all of them?” And then I was told I could flip over to do the front….. I was up and off that table so fast it’s a wonder I didn’t stumble and fall! LOL. I must say, it was quite obvious that this man thoroughly enjoyed what he did. He put on a heck of a good show for the spectators, was very humorous and is a lot of fun. I couldn’t see, but I could definitely hear how well he interacted with not only myself but anyone that was watching.
I turned around to let those who were standing nearby to see my back, I scampered off to the bathroom to look at the cup marks on my back in the mirror, then back across the room. I was beginning to shake, whether it was from the cool air or adrenaline, I’m not sure. More than likely, it was from the adrenaline. Sir and I stood for a few minutes talking with a couple of people. Then it suddenly occurred to me. “Oh My God! I’m
naked!” Like, not a stitch of clothes on! Casually standing there talking to people I had never even met before. I needed a hole so I could go hide. At least I had been able to forget about my discomfort and vulnerability for a short while.
Then the photographer (who had previously called it a night and left) made another appearance. I was asked if I wanted pictures. I said yes and Sir looked at me surprised asking me “
Really?“ Despite my discomfort at being unclothed, and my overall hating to have my picture taken my immediate response was “Hell yeah, I earned it!” LOL. I posed against the cross so he could get shots of my back, then posed on my knees on a bench with my Sir standing behind me. By that time I was barely registering my discomfort. I was just happy and content.
Next we headed down to the barn for some alone time. The air was cold, I was shivering uncontrollably, but I couldn’t think of a better end to a fantastic day as Sir took what he wanted from me. By the time we got back to the cabin, it was somewhere around 4am and we both just crashed.
We slept through breakfast the next day. I had wanted to go to the class on “Fear Play & Consensual Non-Consent” which was right after breakfast, but we didn’t get up in time for that either. By late morning we were starving so we managed to make it up to the dining hall in time for lunch. After lunch we packed the car up before attending a class on “Event Drop”. A few of the attendees got a little emotional having to say goodbye to good friends that they hadn’t seen in awhile. I mostly just sat and listened to what everyone’s experiences were. I must say, I had finally just started to relax and was not looking forward to going back to the stresses of everyday life. After the class Sir and I decided to walk down to the pond. We laid a blanket out in the grass and just laid back to bask in the sun. My inhibitions were just starting to lift. I even pulled my shirt off and enjoyed the warm sun against my bare breasts. I had never felts so at ease and free. The day was beautiful, the sun warm, and the breeze refreshing. I could have laid there for hours.
The day was winding to a close and with much reluctance we got up and reported for our assigned chore, which was to help clean up after the end of camp. We helped tear down and load all of the dungeon equipment. Once everything was loaded, we gathered the rest of our stuff and headed home.
Looking back, I can’t believe how close I was to not attending because of my silly insecurities and fears. Almost a year has passed and I’ve since been to several other events, but this one is certainly the most special to me.
