This weekend was Philadelphia Leather Pride Weekend as well as The Aviary. Although I did not go to the main PLPN event, I did attend Kinky Karnival at the Bike Stop on Friday. I showed up at the bar with My toy bag and asked a couple of Philadelphians MC members if I could demo some stuff. Apparently, two of their performers had last minute cancelled, so they were quite happy to let Me have a massage table station all to Myself.
Christ, that was like a kinky assembly line (or as a friend recently put it, BDSM meets Henry Ford). I spent most of the evening spanking hot asses of all shapes, colors, and genders, and dripping hot wax on naked bodies. God knows, I was dead tired by the end. Must have topped 10 to 15 people. But I met a whole bunch of ladies and gents, handed out some cards, and had an all-out wondrous time!
IF YOU WERE AT THE KINKY KARNIVAL AND WERE ONE OF THE GENTLEMEN WHO TOOK PICTURES OF ME, PLEASE E-MAIL THEM TO ME AT YOUR CONVENIENCE. I HAVE NO SHOTS FROM THAT NIGHT.
Of course, though, there is no rest for the wicked, so I got home quite late and ended up only getting a little bit of sleep, as I had to clean all of My toys for last night's Aviary. I had a lot planned for My birthday Aviary, so I split My dungeon monitoring shift into two, so I could get what I wanted to do in.
I was so happy not to be rushed.the way I usually am at some events. I got a chance to do more relaxed scenes that I wanted to do, and it was so fun! I played with My favorite masochist, Leggatt (who will be joining Me at next week's Diabolique Ball as My supplicant), and did a wonderful ribbon corset on his (manly) chest. Take a look at all this sexiness:
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I quite enjoy needle play at public events, because it gives Me a chance to sit and talk to My subject face to face, while doing what I consider to be sensuous bodywork. I find it to be intensely personal, reminding Me of a sounding or a bare-handed spanking.
Anyway. After that, I got a chance to tie two ladies together in an intense bondage-hug and whip their bare backs simultaneously. They yelps and moans coming from both of them as they supported each other through the ordeal was extremely sexy, and got a couple of onlookers. The singletail is by far My favorite corporal punishment weapon. I'm really hoping to save it to eventually have My own Victor Tella.
Later on, I got to spank a lovely Francophone ass. Speaking My birth language again was quite a surprise, and I really enjoyed Myself, as demonstrated by this vry srs picture:
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See? Being Domly is SRS BSNS! Tee hee. My evening ended with a coffee long conversation about life, the Universe, and everything with a lovely newcomer lady. T'was a good time!
See? I do get busy at public events and have My fun. I'd like to take a moment before finishing up this post to say a thing or two about the subject: I'm not that much of a hard-ass. If you approach Me respectfully through e-mail, call, or even a public, event, I will gladly speak to you and even maybe play with you if you have spare time. However, if you rudely call Me, leave Me sloppy messages through e-mail or phone, and then expect that you're going to get Me to develop ANY interest in you, you are sadly mistaken. As a warning, I will actually post up two of My most recent conversations to demonstrate this. My thoughts are in parentheses and italicized.
For this first gentleman, it was on MeetMe, a ridiculous clone of MySpace which I will NOT be linking to, because I hate them. The only reason I even have an account there is because it allows for localized friendships, and I can add about 20 people within 50 miles of Myself every day. Besides that, it's not really a site I use at all, mainly due to the general IQ of 70 that permeates the whole place. Mind you, I express My displeasure very clearly about the site, so most people contacting Me have heard Me bitch about how people interact online.
Rudy McDouchestein: Hi
Me: (*blinksblink* You're nineteen and living at home in Ontario. Why are you talking to Me? Ahhh... perhaps you have a relevant question... I'll play along...) Hello.
Rudy McDouchestein: Sup hottie :)
Me: (Strike one! But I'll disregard because you probably don't know better, even though the tone of My response and MY FUCKING PROFILE are a clue...) I'm doing pretty well, yourself?
Rudy McDouchestein: I am good :)
(Your conversation's fascinating, please go on. I am riveted and may throw Myself at you at any moment!)
Rudy McDouchestein: Hot chest babe
Me: Wow. See, I let "hottie" go because I thought it a slip-up. But I'm glad you've made no effort to actually read My profile, which links you to My website, which links you to the following sentence:
Respect: I am Sir Brian. Never dude, man, bud, etc. Never fail to address Me properly before speaking to Me or at the beginning of a communication. My preferred form of address is “Sir” or "Boss."Granted, that's to the people who come to see Me under My protocol. HOWEVER. EVEN if that protocol doesn't apply to you, "babe" is rude in the normal world to say to a stranger as well. I always say that if you wouldn't say it to Me while meeting Me out at an event, don't approach Me with it online. If you still think it's OK, perhaps you just attend unsavory events.
I'm really not this much of a cunt if you're polite.
Good day,
-Sir Brian
Clearly, I didn't get a response. In fact, I think he ran away from Me pissing himself. Was I unfair? I don't think so. If you don't approach Me politely, then I'm not interested in talking. Last I checked, animals don't talk, so if you behave like one, I will treat you like one.
My second message was actually through text after a failed phone connection. It went a little something like this... I decided to forgo the parentheticals, as it's pretty clearly not in need of any explanation:
Me: Hello.
Unrealistic Painpig: Hello
Me: Who is this?
Unrealistic Painpig: Knife play?
Me: Uh.... yes?
Unrealistic Painpig: Can you make really deep cuts on my dick?
Me: Not too deep. Not looking to make a problem either. May I suggest needle play if it's intense CBT you like. And you might want to work on manners. Next time I ask you a question, you answer. [ten minute pause] Finishing a conversation or an inquiry is something else that you need to look into.
Unrealistic Painpig: Tnx
Me: So who are you?
Unrealistic Painpig: I am an angel
Me: Are ya now?
Unrealistic Painpig: Yes
Me: Uh-huh. An angel into CBT?
Unrealistic Painpig: Knife play.
Me: I see. But you want marks.
Unrealistic Painpig: What?
Me: Knife marks. Cuts.
Unrealistic Painpig: Very deep cuts. Yes or no? Bitch.
Me: Uh, not if I can't establish your psychological state. So if you want this, you should work on answering Me properly. If you can't amp up your fucking manners as well as learn to talk rationally, I'm going to assume you don't actually know what you want and can't consent. Good day.
Do I really ask that much? I sometimes wonder if I do. Hmmmm. Perhaps a lobotomy is in order. Blah. Anyway. Remember that Diabolique Ball 2012 is next Saturday, and I will be Dungeon Monitor at the beginning of the night, as well as performing at the end of the night with the studly Leggatt. Come see him get whipped to enlightenment. After all, pain and suffering is a path to God, or so think the Catholics.
Did you forget that My birthday is this Thursday? You can feel free to show Me how much you care by sending Me a small token of appreciation...
Ooooooh! Also! I will be briefly in NYC on Wednesday, November 14th. Yes, that's next Wednesday. I was originally taking the day to Myself, but have decided to accept session requests. If you wish for a session, you can e-mail Me before Wednesday and see if I have time for you.
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