I am finally back from
FetFest 2013, and have decompressed at My boy Stitch's house for the past couple of days. I am ready to blog, yay!
Dungeon crew is no joke, folks, let Me tell you. Moving a gigantic truck of play furniture from North Jersey down to Maryland was quite an endeavor, and I'd like to say thank you to the entire team who made it possible. It was grueling, but in the end, I think we did awesome.
FetFest 2013 was, as usual, an amazing experience. However, it seems some changes in the management structure caused quite a bit of distress and complications for many people. However, this is not the place for Me to talk about that, and I'd like to focus on the amazing experiences of this weekend. After a long and setup all day Friday, I headed down to the pool with My friend Kitty, where we had a water bondage interrogation. Having hot really enjoyed My time at MataLeao's skill share at Floating World 2013, I decided to apply some of the principles I picked up and combine them with My love of card games and knife play. I allowed Kitty some time to swim away, and then chased her down, knife in teeth. Once she was tied in a hogtie, I proceeded to "vigorously question" her on a prenegotiated secret, and managed to get the information I wanted in some 20 minutes. Our play was slightly interrupted by the full-body fire ignitions, which had been moved to Friday night, unbeknownst to Me. I did not return to the fire this year, as I had the past two, but I greatly enjoyed My time in the pool, and watching other do so. Many newcomer participated, and it was thrilling to see so many naked people catch flame.
Briefly after My scene, I headed up to the main dungeon space where I had a date with master cutter Zebrianna, who proceeded to carve a design of a xenomorph into My right thigh. I will not lie: the first pass was pretty bearable, but the second one was hard. The rubbing of alcohol into the wound, followed immediately by cigar ash (a chemically cauterizing agent) was some of the most unbelievable pain I have ever experienced, and all of the insults flew out of My mouth. Apparently, this was quite hysterical to many. The image on the left is a photograph taken Tuesday night (day 3 of healing) by My boy, after My shower and irritant scrub.
My Saturday was spent mostly relaxing and socializing while in hot pants and a cape, as well as introducing a newbie to pain in the early afternoon, and scening with the beautiful PJ in the evening for some catharsis. The night, however, was when I had to do My first irritant scrub on My cutting. For those unaware of how cutting mods work, this involves scrubbing an open wound with lemon, sea salt, and a toothbrush. I was advised to have a spotter in the shower, as the pain could lead to fainting. I had two spotters, and I'd like to take time to thank the two young ladies who helped Me during an hour and a half. I thought that the cigar ash was bad? I was a fool. I really do think at least a third of the camp either saw Me or heard Me yowling like My flesh was being ripped off. I was on the floor most of the time, as My leg refused to carry Me the second the salty lemon scrub hit the cuts. I have at least 20 minutes of lost time from that experience. I want to warn anyone who is interested in a cutting: your first scrub
will be pain beyond all belief. You have been warned. The night ended with some bondage and knifeplay with the extremely bratty Kobal. In fact, he pissed Me off so much with his mouthiness, that I told him to meet Me the next day in the dungeon for a strapon hatefuck.
My Sunday was spent tanning, socializing some more, and running around with Django (My black rubber 10-inch strapon) sticking out of My pants. I did have a lovely time covering a woman with at least half a gallon of hot wax with her Dominant husband. In the late evening, I changed into My more usual priest-inspired suit wear so I could meet up with Kobal (who coincidentally looks a lot like what white people think Jesus looked like). We had some hot fun, which ended up actually turning very different from what we thought it would be. I will not detail too much out of respect for his privacy, but suffice it to say that it turned into a pretty interesting psychological deconstruction.
All in all, it was a wonderful time. My only regrets were missing the full-body fire this year, and missing the closing ritual at Primal Arts (I justified not going for the yearly ordeal sacrifice with My cutting... that was ordeal enough). I cannot wait for next year.
Dungeon crew packed up all day Monday, and we returned to normalcy late that night. A huge thanks to everyone who made this weekend possible, from BLP, to the Black Phoenix crew, to Mordona and the medics, and everyone else I interacted with . These events are what we make of them, and this year was amazing as always. Who's awesome? All of you are awesome.
Back in the normal world, I have placed on the boy Stitch a collar of consideration. This being done, we will see how he grows in his submission in the next year, and what will happen then. He has been invaluable in My stability and it is thanks to him that I have been more productive than I thought I would be. And of course, I can rely on him to stave off all the con-drop with bagels and blowjobs. Congratulations, boy.
And now, back to the grind! Back to school coincides with a good bit of workshops for Me. More info on these is available on
My Upcoming Events page, on My website. The following workshops/demos will be taking place at the Kink Shoppe, at 126 Market Street in Philadelphia:
As promised, here is My preview video for "Katts is Bound and Tickled (Sir Brian's POV)." I will be uploading the finished videos to
My Clips4Sale in the next 24-48h, as well as the feeding video preview, so be sure to check them out!
Also, I have opened My Vine account, where I am bored and hysterical. You can access My Vine through
My Twitter account, as I use the same username. Enjoy six seconds of fun every now and then.
That's it for now, folks. This is Sir Brian, signing off.
I did make a brief stop in the Bike Stop for a drink on Sunday, but it was very brief. Last night, however, I went to meet a footslave early in the evening. We had a great chat. He bought Me a drink, and since I had been through a few busy days, I had him massage My feet in the middle of the bar. He did quite well. However, he did have to leave after a short while... but surprise surprise, I must be popular: he was quickly replaced by another boy who bought Me another drink, and quickly took over. This new boy however, showed a little less decorum, and found himself shirtless on the floor of the bar, one of My size 12W in his mouth, and the other in his hand. Hell, he was even sweet enough to lay back on the floor when I needed to get up, making a very effective trampling board.
I am happy to report that My Saturday rope class was a great success! Thank you to everyone who showed up. I hope you guys picked up the foundations you need to start out in the wonderful world of rope bondage. Special thanks to the Sexploratorium for their space and the kick-ass sign they made to advertise the class, pictured here on the left. Did you want to attend, but found yourself unable to due to time constraints? Not to worry, I will be hopefully running this class a couple more times for those who missed the first time.
Also, I'd like to thank My lovely partner in bondage, Mistress Gwen, who was so kind to let Me tie Her up in order to demonstrate to students how some things need to be tied. As usual, self-shot images of Me with a partner have us looking like raving maniacs. Which is why you love Us and want Us. I can understand that. I'd want Us too! For more info on Mistress Gwen, check out Her page on the Destiny's Chamber website by clicking on the link above. Her great sense of humor and infectious laughter will put you right as ease when you meet her... but Her unpredictable nature and deadly skill set will make even the most steadfast slaves tremble in fear.
Apparently, he thought so too, and brought Me a fun little toy that got to see a bit of action that evening: a steel ballcrusher! I know your boys are crawling up inside your body cavity, dear reader, when you take a look at this punishing tool. Ah, no matter. As anyone who has come to see Me can tell you, I might be a sadistic bastard, but you will come willingly.
