Diabolique Ball 2012 (Birthday Weekend!)

I'm probably going to forget some stuff, but I'll try what's proper in...

Where to even begin? I had a lovely birthday evenings playing with two friends at their home. Unexpected, but very fun, as we moved through mummification and nipple torture with a grandiose Hitachi attack to finish it all off. I don't get much time for personal play, so this was a lovely though for My birthday, and I'd like to thank the hosting couple muchly. You know who you are.

Saturday evening, I attended Diabolique Ball 2012: Agony & Ecstasy, and it was indeed, a religious experience. All showed, from rubber nuns, to sexy demons, to even a Jesus Christ or two! I had a blast putting together My kick-ass Devil outfit. I wanted to go with a non-Christian concept of the Devil, more neutral than evil. And so, I mixed a few styles, donned a corset and voila!

It's like Bengt Enkerot went through a gritty reboot. The night was ripe with performances and charity dungeon stations, the latter of which included My transcendental whipping of My masochistic partner, Leggatt. We helped raise donations for the Ali Forney Center, a shelter for homeless GLBTQ youth that was destroyed by the recent Hurricane Sandy. Ooh, see that shiny link? You should consider donating too.

Conceptually, the idea was simple: Leggatt would offer up his body to My whip, which would continuously strike him mildly during one hour. Every dollar raised would earn Leggatt three "proper" strikes. Things got interesting when a ten-dollar bill was placed in the pot.

What followed was an extremely intense hour-long ordeal, with few pauses to fan the brightly lit flesh on Leggatt's back. By the end, the world had melted away and we were both in our very distant spaces. And in our own private ways, Diabolique Ball 2012 really was a religious experience.

I am incredibly proud of what My friend endured. I am humbled and honored by the fact that he chooses Me to take him to that place, where there is nothing. Thank you, Leggatt. Saturday was a powerful experience for the two of us. It reminded Me of the reasons I got into BDSM in the first-place. The experience sometimes takes one to altered states of consciousness and being. And this is not just through pain, as it was on Saturday, but through that intimate limit-pushing connection, no matter how it expresses itself. Hell, boot worship can lead to altered states.

The rest of the evening was lovely, and I got to chat and catch up with quite a few people. Thank you to all the people who made it out Saturday night! It couldn't have been done without you! I hope to see everyone next year for it. I'll likely be coming into town if I have already changed locations!

Oh, since Diabolique fell on My birthday weekend, I also received this lovely gas mask as a present from an amazing friend! It fits wonderfully. Thank you so much!

Oh, and by the way, if you happen to have missed My birthday (and you feel a terrible remorse, yadda yadda), you should still know that I always like presents. And so please, don't let this stop you from taking a look at My Wishlist. Perhaps you wish to see Me wielding or wearing something just for you. Or perhaps you're coming to visit Me and have this fascinating fantasy that includes Me shocking your balls every time I feel your posture is... ah... lacking.


These past two days, I have been taking off and resting up at home... but I'm back on tomorrow morning bright and early...

A Very Busy Leathery Weekend! Oooh, and Rude Contacters!

Phew. I am barely standing, but am happy.

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:

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:

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.

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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

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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:

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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.

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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.

Halloween is here!

Halloween is on Wednesday, so all of the partying is being done this weekend. I went to a wonderful costume play party yesterday, and My fallen priest outfit was awesome (leather gloves not pictured):

I did a bit of practice play for Diabolique Ball 2012, where I will be a fallen priest again, and will be whipping the living bejeesus out of another priest for having disobeyed God Almighty. Yey for religious fetishism as performance art! I have to warm up My partner, Urdok, and get him used to the whip again over the next two weeks, as I will be whipping the very fabric of his clothes off his flesh. It should be fun. Here's the result of My good times last night:

I am quite proud of him, as almost no-one I know takes the whip, particularly Thain's very cruel snake whip (it really does have personality, Goddess). He did very well and we had a great time. :-) I can't wait for him to publicly atone for his sins in front of the entire Ball. And I love being the one to hold the... erm... whip of enlightenment and spiritual peace, if you will.

Besides the wonderful play, I got to see a bunch of friends and also ran into Mollena Williams and Lee Harrington. We had a short little chat, and it was all very pleasant. I was quite happy to meet Lee, as he wrote one of My first introductions to shibari, and was a great influence on how I began tying. You, Sir, rock hard!

I also wanted to congratulate the bride and groom on their nuptials! May your bond be as eternal as the ocean. :-)

Oh God, I can't wait until I have My own whip. I'd sleep with that thing. Speaking of that, I hope you do remember that My birthday is coming up and I always love presents. :-)

And by the way, I have recently received a pair of Rothco Deployment boots off My Wishlist, and have no idea who sent them to Me. Thank you! I really needed new shoes, so this was a perfect gift, visitor! I will be soon posting some hot boot pics for you to enjoy...