At The Floating World!

These past few days have been productive, between making a few hot POV videos with bitchboy Katts:

To fun times at Asylum 13:

And a great Aviary, where Stitch came out to his first public event. And there was much rejoicing. The new Katts POV vids will be edited and uploaded next week. Why is this?

Because I am enjoying three days of kinky goodness at The Floating World, where I am blogging from today. I arrived in Edison, NJ at 7 PM with Lady Rez. I will not be vending for Echo's Fire after all, but I will be your friendly Dungeon Monitor late night on Saturday, as well as a late morning and nighttime on Sunday. Drop in and say hi!

As far as today, I just wasn't feeling to well, so I just tried to keep to Myself. However, that means more time to plan for tomorrow. :-) 

Also, it seems I have found a way to FetFest 2013! I will be there all weekend as part of Dungeon setup crew, and hope to see many faces I haven't seen in a long time! Hooray!

Thing seem well. I am pleased.

CBT Nightmare, Double Trouble, Festival Wishes, and Item Sale!

I have been ridiculously busy these days, which I suppose is a good thing. I had a wonderful visitor last week who brought Me much joy and pleasure! I had been meaning to write up some of My session, but there is no rest for the wicked. However, here are some pretty intense and NSFW pictures of his pained cock. He was a handsome, Sean Penn-looking fellow who made some pretty interesting sounds... since I took pictures, I also had a chance to take a brief video!

 

Yes, that's blood on his balls. Whoopsy tootsy! Bah, he had a lot of fun, I'm sure. Actually, he did mention the next day that it was a great time. I do hope I get to see him again. The little whimpers of pain were incredibly entertaining, and I would enjoy hearing them again. And of course, since he doesn't mind pictures being taken, I'm always game for that as well.

Asylum 13 is, as always, a blast every Thursday. Last one saw a pretty awesome double inverted suspension by Me, which I managed to capture on My phone and upload to YouTube. Seriously, folks, there is nothing better to do every Thursday night in DE. Come and fly with Me!

My video shooting is delayed, as always. I am full of plans, but not so much action. This is because of all of the changes happening around Me and in My own life. Chances are, return to fully operational status will not occur for at least another three to six months.

I am, however, ecstatic to announce that I will be attending The Floating World this year, where I will be vending for Echo's Fire for the entire weekend. Since the vending stations are not open during the evenings of the event, I will have full availability for sessions, microclasses, and just for discussions. As of right now, I have not been booked, and have not made any private plans. If you are signed up to go to this event this year, be sure to seek Me out and have a chat with Me! I will be bringing My usual arsenal of rope, needles, knives, and more

Due to My psychotic previous roommate having effectively swindled Me for almost a grand, I will not be attending FetFest 2013. I have gone to FetFest the past two years, since it began, and I am extremely sad that I will not be able to be there this year. The moronic asscunt I lived with made sure of that. However, being bitter is not going to really get Me far. I have until August 24th to register. Most likely, I will not be doing so. However, if you want a great chance to spend and entire weekend, day and night, in masochistic ecstasy with Me, and you would consider purchasing an additional weekend pass, get in touch with Me. I will screen you for suitability, and should I find you to My liking, will spend the weekend with you in exchange for a ticket and event T-shirt (I have one from both past festivals, and intend on having one every year I go).

Finally, I am getting rid of a few of My things, and replacing them with items I have a greater need for. The main item I would like to offload is a plain black men's corset, size 32. Since I have lost some weight since purchasing it, I no longer need it, and would like to pass it on to anyone who may want to buy it off Me. It's a high quality piece, and has been worn less than 20 times in the past year and a half. If you are interested, feel free to e-mail Me. I will also be putting it up on the local Philadelphia barter boards. I am asking for either $75 in cash, or BDSM toy barter. Make an offer! You never know what I will take in exchange. A good way to see what I'm seeking in terms of barter is to look at My Amazon Wishlist by item priority.

I will also be selling a complete black CB-6000 set with extra rings and plastic locks, probably for $75 as well. This set will be cleaned with surgical grade cleaner and inventoried before being sold, but interested parties are welcome to inquire about it.

I am sure I had more to post up, but I'm spending the day with the boy Stitch, and he's working My nerves a good deal, because he wants a beating... so until I do that, I'm not going to be getting much done.

Submissive's Bill of Rights

I would like to move away from the love letter to Myself that is this blog briefly to address a serious issue: consent

Too many times I hear horror stories of submissive men and women being subjected to nonconsensual abuse, simply because they believe that the adage "the Dominant is always right" is some kind of grandiose golden commandment of BDSM. A most recent story I heard involves a submissive boy being ordered to not speak in any capacity about his relationship with his Femdom to anyone else in the scene. When he protested, she answered simply that her word is law. I don't know about you, but that strikes up a major red flag for Me. Abuse often starts with the isolation of the victim. Needless to say, he is no longer in service to her, and I hope he has learned a valuable lesson.

I am going to say this yet again: the power behind BDSM lies in the fact that all activities are performed under consent. Anything else is abuse. If you truly believe that submissives have no rights, GO HOME. You lack the intellectual maturity to play this game.

A while ago, I stumbled across a document called "The boy's Bill of Rights." It perfectly encompassed what I felt about this issue, but it was very homo-centric. Contrary to popular belief, I rank between a 4 and 5 on the Kinsey scale (meaning that I am predominantly homosexual, but not exclusively so), and felt that these points could benefit from a tad bit of gender neutrality.

And so, here is My revised version, the submissive's Bill of Rights. Dominants are encouraged to post this to tell subs that They care about their rights, and subs are equally encouraged, to show others that they have no tolerance for abuse.

1. Every submissive has the right to have their body, intellect, and emotions protected by their Dominant.
2. Every submissive has the right to choose the Dominant whom they serve and to discontinue that service and take their leave without being subjected to physical, mental, or emotional abuse.
3. Every submissive has the right to be cared for, disciplined appropriately, and allowed to feel pride in their submission.
4. Every submissive has the right to protected sex if they so wish.
5. Every submissive has the right to privacy if they so wish.  No submissive can be blackmailed, publicly humiliated, or physically coerced into service without their expressed desire to be so.
6. Every submissive has the right to defend themselves from physical, sexual, and emotional abuse.
7. Every submissive has the right to consent or not to consent to sexual activities.
8. Every submissive has the right to seek refuge, counsel, and advice from other submissives and Dominants without the expectation of sex, money, or any other service in return.
9. Every submissive has the right to a physically and emotionally available circle of friends.
10. Every submissive has the right to protect their own possessions and finances against intercession, theft, and non-consensual acquisition.

Another review!

The heat has been awful, ne? I've been keeping cool and out of the sun by mercilessly beating a new arrival to kink and to My own inner circle, Stitch. He is quite fun, I must confess. Such masochism! Such range! It makes My sadistic little black heart smile. And he wrote Me a review:

Sir Brian is one of those rare people who brings His craft to the level of art. He is a professional in every sense of the word, from his spoken word to the deliberate manner in which He will set His implements on the table while you await the fate He has in store for you. Prior to meeting Sir Brian, I had only engaged in casual exploration of BDSM, but Sir Brian patiently and expertly introduced me to the many sensory experiences that were awaiting me in His world. He is true to His word: He will respect your limits and tolerances, while expertly pushing the boundary just far enough to make each experience unforgettable. In His skilled hands, you will feel dualities of emotion beyond what you thought possible: agony and ecstasy, pain and pleasure, fear and comfort,all enveloped in a euphoria that will overtake your body in new and unexpected ways. I hesitated for some time before initiating my first scene with Him, and it is those lost hours due to my own fear and vacillating that comprise my only regret.

Isn't that nice? Somebody earned themselves more savage beatings!

It's back on, fuckers!

I'm sorry. I can't help Myself. I had to come back. I couldn't leave you all without My annoyingly verbose updates. How would you survive? *wink*

Things are very slowly returning to normalcy. Thanks to all of the people who have reached out to Me in support of this nutty period of My life. I should be back to normal operating status by the end of the month! I'm still not taking same-day in-calls to the dungeon, but I will take 24h advance notice for them. Meanwhile, My out-calls remain available on a same-day notice.

First things first, thank you to everyone who showed to My Bedroom Rope: Bondage for Sex class, as well as My all-day demos for InsideOut Old City. Mega-thanks to My amazing demo bottom, suspension bunny, and amazing PR goddess, Marthamatic, as well as to anyone who came out for this fun day! Here are some delightful pictures to entertain you!

 

 

No wonder I get branded as the "rope guy" everywhere I go. If there are ever too many pictures of Me doing something, it's probably suspending people. I can't help it!

I am also blessed to have some wonderful friends and play partners who always keep a smile on My face when I am down. It is thanks to them that I have not lost My smile.

In fact, I just recently received a visit from My friends Kara, Nevaahe, and Stark. We have not seen each other since 2006, and seeing them was an amazing experience. It's true that we make few friends in our short time on this Earth. I am happy to count these three among Mine. Sadly, a picture is not the best thing I could put up, seeing how I'd have to blur all faces due to sensitive vanilla-related issues. Still find it quite funny that we were friends back when we were 13-14, and now we're all kinky, and still friends. Great minds think alike!

I also have to thank Katts, who lets Me beat him mercilessly at Asylum 13 every week (except for last night, which made Me sad faced... more on that later), an activity which brings Me an immense amount of psychological well-being. Some three weeks ago, the wonderful Rhino Photography, lead photographer of the event, took some truly amazing shots of a shared scene with Gabriel Drax. Here are a few of My favorites:

I'm not sure Katts knows how grateful I am to him and his girlfriend for letting Me do all this with him. As I have mentioned, we were in the process of negotiating some video work a while back, and I am happy to say that I indeed will be filming with him, hopefully two or three scenes by the end of the month. So yay! I need to remember to control My play though. I get a little overenthusiastic sometimes, which is exactly why his girlfriend punished him and didn't let him play with Me this week. What can I say, I got a little out of hand last week:

See that face? That's masochistic ecstasy, right there.I had a stupid grin on My face for at least five days. And he had a nasty scratch on his stomach, courtesy of My bear claws. And apparently, the crucifix scratch in his chest just faded a couple of days ago. Whoopsy tootsy!

So I was going to have a little more fun last night, but then he informed Me (very cutely, may I add) that his girlfriend was a bit miffed at how hard I went on him last week, and didn't want us playing this week. That's more of a punishment on Me, dammit!

Add to the fact that I was supposed to see a visitor last night (the awesome plan involved Me locking up his cock, chaining him to the bed leg, and then sleeping in said bed while he remained on the floor), but he ended up falling asleep before I got there... and no play for Me. So I have been a bit out of My mind all day with sadistic ideas and generally kinky thoughts...

...which lead Me to consider running a nantaimori night sometime soon. Who doesn't enjoy naked men? Who doesn't enjoy sushi? Obviously, the combination of these two things would be quite perfect. I am not too shabby at sushi preparation, and this would be a lovely chance for Me to run a dinner-style event Myself, an idea which I've been toying with. And did I mention the naked men?

I already have lofty, unrealistic plans, so I guess things are working out after all. Stay tuned. Oh, and I'll be at The Aviary, tomorrow night. See you there, fellow kinksters!

The Part You Throw Away

Apologies to those of you who have been worried. My life has gone completely upside down in the past week or so.

I pondered how to write something that would be clear, concise, and express exactly what I feel while protecting Me and Mine. I have not come up with a proper way of doing so.

In the past week, I have been physically assaulted as well as extorted  for over $1700 by My psychotic ex-roommate. Now, fairly, I did owe him some $850. However, the OTHER $850 come from the inability of this individual to take no for an answer.

I admit it, I stuck My dick in crazy. Funny, isn't it? I champion not sticking your dick in psychos, yet that is exactly what I did. And when I told psycho that I was not interested in him in a romantic sense, that's when shit started going down.

It all started with a phone call last Saturday, when attending a private event. Truly, the discomfort had started earlier in the week, but that's when I was faced with an ultimatum. One that I was fine with, but that forced Me to put a deadline down on monies owed. I was confident that I could come to an agreement with this crazy motherfucker. Turns out that when things got physical between us and he threatened My livelihood, as well as the life of one of My play partners and My One, I knew I had to leave, even if I didn't have an immediate place to go.

And that´s what I did. The entire situation was not only becoming psychologically and physically dangerous, but was simply getting worse by the second. I left without knowing where I would sleep that night. So right now, I am in an extremely twisted situation. I am still taking sessions, although not same-day appointments until further notice. Additionally, I will not be updating this blog or My profiles much in the next couple of weeks, perhaps even a month. I have given My website an update, including the events I will be attending, as well as My seasonal specials, but that will likely be how it remains for the rest of the month.

I will be doing bondage demos all day on July 6th, during Old City District's Inside Out. Come enjoy yourself throughout the day, and then join Me at 4:30 PM for a mini workshop: Bedroom Rope: Bondage for Sex. I will also be be joined by Echo, of EchosFire.com, who will be doing fire massage demonstrations. He will also be running his own workshop, "Art of the Fire Massage" at 7 PM.

Be sure to stop by and make Me smile, I need it.

Here are a few pointers to close things off:

1.) Don't stick your dick in crazy, much less codependent, drug-addicted crazy.
2.) When offered things of any sort, refuse them. Before you know it, you're running a tab you were unaware of.
3.) Don't stick your dick in crazy.
4.) Remember Micah 7:5 - Trust ye not in a friend, put ye not confidence in a guide: keep the doors of thy mouth from her that lieth in thy bosom.
5.) Don't stick your dick in crazy.
6.) Never forget when your loved ones are threatened. When they are, keep that close to your heart, even if your vengeance takes years to exact. Nobody touches what is Mine and gets away with it. Not for long, anyway. Tee hee!
7.) Don´t stick your dick in crazy.
8.) When the person you live with calls you an amoral sociopathic heathen, it's time to go. If they've told you that they are sending friends to drive-by your home every hour, you are too late.
9.) Don't stick your dick in crazy!!

And because no post is complete without at least a pretty picture, here is one of a recent Asylum 13. The handsome young man on the right is Echo, in fact. As of late, he's been coming to events with Me and offering his service (since I'm usually running around like a headless chicken). If you see us out together, be sure to chat him up about his excellent fire massage services! Seriously, the fellow is talented.

PS: Regarding My situation, anyone who asks Me face to face will be provided with full description and stats if they wish, to avoid the crazy fucker I just left. Trust Me, it's way easier to fall for his bullshit than you'd think. I'm the second person he's done this to in the past couple months. The first had to file a police report, and from what I understand, still does not have her property back.

Class Success! Computer Fail! Random Cuntslinging!

So guess who had a very successful rope class? That's right, I did! Thanks to all who attended. I will definitely now do a 202 class for those who attended and those wishing to learn techniques above elementary rope. Here are a couple of pictures:

As My demo, I used the lovely and lithe Katts who was a wonderful sport, even when I teased him a bit. He did very good, and I am quite proud of him. We also discussed video work together and both him and his girlfriend seemed game, so keep your eye out for some hot clips featuring a lot of beating mixed with a good bit of this:

I'm such a horrible tease. And I'm going to fuck that beautiful skinny straight boy up. Look, doesn't My collar already look perfect on him?

By the way, if you've not gone either to the First Friday demo or the rope class, you are missing out. In fact, since Kink Shoppe is not too far from Me, I'm often there just hanging out and playing with Myself a good deal. I mean, BY Myself, excuse Me. In fact, I recently did a little compilation on YouTube of different people's Vine videos which I found and put together.

As you can see, you've been missing a lot of things.

Just last night, I went to the Bike Stop, where a gentleman was celebrating his 31st birthday. Because I always have My toys with Me when I go out, I gave him a sound birthday beating. However, I went past thirty-one, because the little painslut was really loving it. After 45, I realized that another few hits might have been more than he bargained for in the morning, so I did stop. I did have a great amount of fun though, and was complimented by a few nice gentlemen on My lovely form.

It did remind Me of something that I have mentioned repeatedly, although most FetLifers know this already: if I have not felt it first, I do not dish it. I will always bottom at least once to what I top with.

In fact, on very rare occasions, when things aren't going very well for Me in the great turmoil that is My brainmeats, I will seek peace and quietude by taking pain, usually in an unusual situation or setting. This is exactly what I did on Thursday at Asylum 13, when I suspended Myself upside down and blindfolded, and let Gabriel Drax, organizer and grand pasha of flogging, beat Me with his particularly nasty dragontail. The results, as can be seen on the left, were harsh (at least for Me, who does not enjoy pain per se). But what was nice was the bit of mental peace that followed. See? This is exactly what happens when you don't follow Me around: I get half naked and writhe about like sandtrout, and you have no clue until it's too late. Oh well.

So what has My brainmeats in turmoil? A couple things. First, the computer I have been using since My own computer exploded is going back to its rightful owner. I have been using it for four months now, and it has served Me very well, but all good things must come to an end.

I do own two other computers, so I will still be posting, booking sessions, and making Myself available regularly to answer questions and fill the internet with My babble, but that is not the issue:

The camera I use to film My Carnaval Décadent videos, a Sony HVR-A1U, is not compatible with any of My current computers. Additionally, newer Macs (I edit using Final Cut Pro X and Adobe AfterEffects) do not have a proper 6-conductor Firewire alpha port to transfer My footage. To top it off, adapter cables do not work with this precise camera model. So I either need a new solid-state camera, or a Mac that still has 6-conductor alpha ports (which, if I am correct, are pre-2010). I'm not in a position right now to purchase either of those things, because quite frankly, bills need to be paid.

In short, it looks like My fetish pornography empire is not going to be as prolific as I thought. It's always one step forward and two steps back. I'm getting really fucking sick of all this bullshit which interrupts My groove.

Let's also add to that issue the fact that some pretty pernicious rumors have been started about Me, which are causing Me strife and calling My morality and motives in question. So I'll speak to two people right now publicly:

To Individual Number One: If someone claims I said something, the correct action to do is to directly come to Me an confront Me like an adult. I have no interest in lying to anyone, as that take away from My well-known neutrality. It's what I have based My entire reputation on, so trust, it's not going to shift any time soon. Also, I have quite the way with words, and those who have taken even five minutes of their lives to know Me can easily distinguish things I say from things others claim I say. I also have no interest in shitting where I eat, by the way.

This next bit is to Individual Number Two, and had no bearing on what I said to Number One: If you decide that you are going to be a negative force trying to destroy Me (either because you do not like Me or are jealous of Me), be assured that I will find you. And I will ruin every bit of your life. Your very name will be a synonym for distrust, unfaithfulness, and damage; and I will make it My personal pleasure to make sure that your very existence as an agent of anything good is destroyed, even across oceans. And if you don't think that can happen, try Me, bitch.

Yelan abo taareesak to a good portion of the scene, by the way. Before speaking, be sure that My eyes and ears are not around. It's the least you can do before digging your own grave.

I had a lovely chat with Goddess Cleo earlier today, and while I stated I did not wish to return to England just yet, I'm now really considering it: I miss London a great deal. Now that was a place where people were honest and upfront, and where social standing was based purely on skill and knowledge, not who you rub elbows with or gossip about.

Now if you will excuse Me, I have a party to get ready for and attend.