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A March full of fetish fun

Club Sin March 2008

On Friday March 7th, Club Sin held it’s monthly “Fetish Friday” event featuring my dear friends Domina Jade and Master Tommi Gunn in performance, so I decided to attend along with both my submissives.

I was not up to spending a lot of time dressing up, so I had a bit of fun going for something different. I wore my hair pulled up in a tight bun and wore one of my black military berets, decorated with a beautiful golden dragon badge. I had on one of my black leather corsets, black dress pants and an amazing little dragon dogtag necklace that lights up with mesmerizing patterns — actually, I got a lot of comments on it that night!

It was nice to see some old friends, as many of them were also there to see Domina Jade and Master Tommi do their magic on stage. I still find the music waaaaay too loud for my tastes; as it always leaves my ears ringing! Never mind trying to hold an actual conversation with friends; you end up having to practically yell in each other’s ears — it’s really not very conducive to socializing at all. That’s one of the reasons I really rarely attend it anymore; I simply can’t stand the sound levels and I value my hearing more than most seem too. I pretty well only go there if one of my friends is performing in order to show them my moral support.

We did end up going to Picasso’s again for our usual after-event breakfast gathering — amazingly, this time we had a *huge* group of 16 people altogether! It was nice to be able to introduce new people to our little tradition — there’s nothing like being able to bond over a meal with both friends new and old.

On the 9th, my alpha submissive toriko and I had scheduled to go out that evening with our sweet dear friend Roxy, but she was really not feeling well — that combined with the fresh mountains of snow kept us in for the night…

On Saturday the 15th, I participated in workshop that went on from late afternoon until evening. Afterwards I was so exhausted I really did not feel like going out anywhere, so I stayed home with my pet toriko for the rest of the weekend. Actually, it was nice to have a relatively quiet time to ourselves, especially since he pampered me so nicely while I recuperated.

I continued to not feel too well during the rest of that week; so I purposely took it as easy as possible so as to not overstrain myself. My body is still not up to doing a lot of physical activity; if so, I usually end up paying the price for a few days afterwards.

This doesn’t stop me from attending kink events — if I didn’t go to any, I’d be bored out of my mind as well as missing my friends terribly, since I am such a social person. I just plan for the fact that after a heavy weekend I will usually be wiped out on Sunday and Monday, sometimes even up till Tuesday. A small price to pay for my sanity…

Review: Private Double Dungeon Party (Feb./Mar.)

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Maître Ex hosted another of his marvelous play parties at his private dungeon on the south shore of Montreal. This one was a double feature; being held on Friday the 29th of February and Saturday the 1st of March. It was unfortunate that my alpha sub toriko was not feeling well enough to attend, however my probationary sub “g” was there to attend to my needs.

The first night was a bit on the quiet side, due to the snowy weather being not particularly conducive to driving. Sir Marc, Maddog and Lady Evyl were both in attendance, so we did some socializing while sitting around the lovely wood burning stove — what a great atmosphere for catching up with kinky friends.

Lady Evyl had a chance to try one of my corsets — I recently sent it back to get a small repair done and the company sent me back a new one! However, I have lost a significant amount of weight since I first got it and I wasn’t really looking forward to spending months molding it to my figure again. Evyl looks magnificent in it as the length suits her taller frame much better. So we’ll probably make arrangements for her to take it off my hands, so that I can purchase a new leather corset in a smaller size.

If you’d like to see how good she looks in the corset; have a look at her CollarMe profile — there is a pic of her in a black leather corset with a bullwhip on her hip. That’s the pic I took of her when we were at the dungeon. I must admit that it is a particularly flattering shot!

Later on that night, I lent my favourite chrome flogger to Evyl so that Maddog could give her a few flogging pointers so that she could refine her techniques.

I, on the other hand, got to have fun doing a sensual hot wax scene with submissive “v”, an older and refined silver-haired gentleman of my acquaintance. Afterwards, he showed his gratitude by getting on his knees and giving me a very welcome and lengthy foot massage — he certainly does know how to do it well on me, gently stretching the tendons in a “that-hurts-so-good” kind of way and with some deep tissue massage on the heel of the foot.

After the evening’s fun at the dungeon, a bunch of our kinky friends joined us for our traditional breakfast at Picasso’s; a wonderful way to end a great night of BDSM and fetish fun.

Review of the FemDomme Society Chinese New Year Dinner

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I recently spent several weeks of intense promotion and organization for this year’s annual Chinese New Year Dinner Munch, on behalf of the FemDomme Society and ClubFetish. It has been a rather hectic time for me, with so many last minute details that required my personal attention.

Unfortunately, on Friday, the day before the dinner event, my poor sweet alpha submissive, toriko, came down with hot and cold chills and a nasty fever of 99.4°C, (his usual temperature is 96.5°). I decided to drive into town and pick him up from work early, as he sounded horrible over the phone, with hardly any voice — I seriously did not want him to try to maneuver the public transportation system while he was in that shape.

I brought my pet toriko home and proceeded to tuck him into his floor mat at the foot of my bed. That way I could keep a close watch on him while I continued with various last minute preparations for the next day. Despite a few coughing fits, he slept like a log for over 15 hours; which did seem to help him somewhat. He did have a brief peak of improvement for a few hours during Saturday afternoon, but he quickly tired out again. My poor houseboy *really* wanted to attend the dinner and play party, however he agreed that it would not be the wisest thing to do under the circumstances. I reminded him how he had encouraged me to stay home for health reasons when I had come home from the hospital and that this time around it was his turn to take it easy and concentrate instead on getting well.

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I originally started this tradition of celebrating the Chinese New Year about 10 years or so ago; with a completely different circle of friends. Gradually it came to include more and more of my kink friends until I decided to simply launch it as a kink community event three years ago. The beginning of the Chinese New Year can vary from late January to the third week in February; and I’ve found that often by mid-February most folk are looking for a good excuse to dress up and go out to enjoy themselves after surviving the holidays.

In past years, we averaged 12-15 or so guests, however this year we received quite a bit more interest. In fact, we received many RSVPs during the last week leading up to the event; however we had a few same-day cancellations due to illness, work, and family reasons. There were also a few no-shows, most likely due to the snowy weather, bringing our actual tally of dinner guests to a total of 35.

I decided to wear my new black “corset” skirt, with elegant ribbon lacing up the back; combined with my shimmery red asian-style jacket, as red is considered a good luck colour in Chinese culture. I wore one of my favourite bezelled black stone necklaces and matching earrings and a silver earcuff as an accent, and a long braid down my back.

I was blessed with the assistance of Lady Evyl, who assisted with checking in the dinner guests as they arrived. I chose to offer discreet nametags and colour-coded dots, for those who wished to self-identify either their D/s orientation and/or availability. Pretty well everybody chose to have one, as it made it much easier for remembering your neighbouring dinner guests’ names, which in turn made it that much more conducive to conversation.

I was pleased to be able to welcome such a wide range of guests, from Dominants and switches, to submissives and slaves, and all genders from male and female to transgender. Among the guests were some of my dear friends: Domina Jade, Sir Marc, Miss Kinky, Maddog, Lady Nikki, and of course, my housemate, Lord Michael. Several submissive friends were also there including sabine, slave ricky, pima and BackSeatBebe, as well as two of my play partners JF and Lady Roxy. Although my alpha submissive toriko was not there, my new probationary submissive “g” was there at my beck and call throughout the night. I was also very happy to see one of my old submissives, minimike, and we got to spend a little while catching up with each other.

There were several members of some of my online discussion groups from ALT, as well as some local kinksters from CollarMe. We were even lucky enough to welcome a few guests all the way from Ottawa! Everyone was very friendly and open for discussions both during and after dinner.

The majority of our guests decided to go for Hot & Spicy’s “Taster’s Choice” menu in order to sample from the variety of over 85 dishes available. I was truly surprised when my probationary sub “g” mentioned he had never been to a Chinese restaurant in his life; and so I had him seated across from me and made several choices of dishes for him to try (keeping in mind his dietary health restrictions).

We finished off our dinner with my now traditional and popular “kinky fortune cookies”; this year I even managed to have both english and french versions. They were a great hit, particularly with the guests who had never been to any of our previous Chinese New Year dinners.

We had managed to secure a discounted entrance rate for our guests if they chose to join us at the fetish play party that was being held afterwards at the Loft Le Chateau, located in Montreal’s Gay Village. It was a great way for some of the novices to be gently introduced to the BDSM play scene; so that they could observe, learn and ask questions. About half of our guests braved the evening’s snowfall and decided to join us for the night’s fun.

I must admit that I had a wonderful time at the Loft making use of some of my favourite playmates and spending time with friends, both old and new. (I’ll be posting more about my play party scene in a later post.) Several people came up to me during the evening and told me how much they had enjoyed themselves, both at the dinner as well as at the play party. All in all, it seems like it was a great success and I look forward to organizing similar events in the months to come.

** (I am still not fully recovered from my stint in the hospital ICU and I found it took me a full two days to recuperate after the whole dinner event and play party. At least I am aware of this now and can make sure to be able to take the time to rest and get some of my energy back when I attend events that tend to drain me…)

When pain is not a good thing…

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For those of you who may be wondering why my blog has been so silent the past while…

It was Saturday November 10th, only two days after my birthday and I had not even had a chance to really celebrate it with any of my friends. I was on the phone with my best friend Lady Katana and started to feel a pain in my upper abdomen and I couldn’t even finish my phone call with her.

Originally I thought the pain was my gallstones acting up; but after an hour of shooting pain I realized that this was a very serious gallstone attack and asked my housemate Lord Michael to drive me to the local hospital. Now you must realize that I really despise hospitals and for me to ask to be brought to one means that things are seriously wrong… Despite the lineup at the emergency, when the triage nurse saw the severe pain I was in, they ushered me in quickly to begin processing and diagnosis.

Problems began when they wanted to insert an IV; you see all my life I have had a hypersensitivity to most pain; but most particularly those involving piercing my skin, such as with any needles — be they a blood drop test, an injection, or worst of all, an IV. I have particularly tiny veins and they are hard to “tap” and so even the most skillful of blood technicians end up trying to pierce me a half dozen times or more trying to simply find a vein. When they do find one, they invariably end up having to “wiggle” around trying to get it in, and all while I am in absolute agony, trying my darnest not to move or to swear like a sailor. Unfortunately, the vein often collapses, causing them to start the process all over again, and leaving me with extensive subcutaneous bruising.

IV insertions

Now, combine that torture with the existing extreme pain in my abdomen and I was starting to sound like someone with Tourette’s Syndrome, as I tearfully tried to find some way to deal with the ordeal of multiple painful IV punctures by several different nurses and technicians, none of which could successfully find a workable vein.

Finally, one of them smartened up and gave me some sort of sub-lingual painkiller, but it did take a good 30-45 minutes to begin to have an effect, but combined with the exhaustion caused by the pain, I eventually lost conciousness.

The next memory I had was waking up in a strangely familiar room, but from a unusual perspective. It was then that I realized that I was in an intensive care unit room (ICU).

(I should explain that almost 2 years ago Lord Michael’s father was very ill for several months before he passed away in the hospital. I had come to visit him several times while he was in the ICU of that very same hospital. The sight was so familiar and yet strange because my viewpoint was from the hospital bed this time, not sitting beside it. )

Even though I was rather dazed by the painkillers, I was truly surprised to find myself in the ICU rather than a regular hospital bed, because I didn’t think that things were that bad; however it seemed that I had acute pancreatis caused by my gallstones; and apparently “about 20% of acute pancreatitis cases are severe with a mortality of about 20%”.

I distinctly remember seeing several things upon my return to conciousness that truly made me happy. The first was to wake up and see Michael entering my ICU room carrying an armful of my pillows from home — he remembered how I sleep so much better when I am in pain when I am supported properly with my favourite pillows, and had gone through all the trouble to drag them all the way to the hospital. What an absolute sweetie for thinking to make me more comfortable!

The second was to see that my faithful submissive toriko had already been quietly sitting at my bedside, anxiously waiting for me to wake up. I remember that his face was so clouded with worry, but lit up when he realized that I was finally awake and spoke his name and held out my hand for him to approach.

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I had some rather strange episodes while I was in intensive care, but I shall continue those in a later post… it is still a bit difficult to relive some of those memories and I find myself rather weary at the moment, as I still get tired out quite easily these days.

Attending the April Fool’s Fetish Ball

Fetish Fool’s Ball

On March 31st, Isabeau hosted another of her fabulous Fetish Balls. This one was held once again at the Bain Mathieu, here in Montreal. I was originally supposed to be attending with my good friend Lady Katana, but unfortunately she was side-lined by a nasty migraine, so she was not able to come with us.

I had been feeling not up to par earlier in the day, due to another one of my coughing attacks; so I opted for a restful nap with my submissive houseboy toriko attended to various household duties. I was gently awoken by my boy, who brought me some freshly-made hot mint tea to my bedside, to soothe my achy throat.

I have not had much of an appetite these past few weeks while I have been fighting this virus, but I do realize that I need to eat in order to keep up my energy. So toriko brought me a light meal to enjoy with my tea, and then went off to draw a hot bubble bath for me and lay out my evening’s wardrobe. After my bath, I had my boy give me a light foot and leg massage with one of my favourite lotions, to lock in the moisturizing softness.

I began my preparations for the evening, ranging from my make-up and perfume and including putting my hair up in my trade-marked long braid which hangs to past my waist. I also wore a small black jeweled metal headband and chose to trim my braid in red, to match the gorgeous new red leather corset that my boy had bought for me and which had arrived the day before.

Since this was the first wearing of the corset, it took a little while to get the corset lacing adjusted just right, but once it was, I found it to be *extremely* comfortable and not constricting — like a snug and sexy leather hug around my body. I wore my elbow length black velvet fingerless gloves and an elegant floor length black skirt with decorative draping trim.

Earlier last week I had picked up a new matching collar and leash for my boy; it is made of a chic reflective neon green material, which would make it perfect for keeping an eye on him in the dark environment of a club or dungeon. On to the collar was added one of my special marks of ownership, a shiny customized gold dogtag inscribed “Property of Mistress Jade Dragon“. I also had toriko help pack and carry one of my smaller toybags, as I was not sure how much playing I would be doing, depending on my energy levels.

In keeping with Montreal clubbing traditions, we arrived at around midnight and I began to make the rounds of the Fetish Ball, with my pretty-boy submissive in tow behind me on his leash.

Immediately I noticed that Isabeau had arranged for the majority of recommendations that our Club Fetish group had made regarding improvements that could be made to the dungeon play space area. Unfortunately she was unable to obtain the downstairs area of Bain Mathieu this time ’round, so the playspace was in a marked off in an elevated area behind the dance floor. There were tall railings around two of the sides, with a 8-10″ deep bar top for people to lean against and to put their drinks.

The third side was roped off, leaving only two smaller entrances to the actual playzone itself. This meant that there were no casual walk-throughs of the play scenes from any of the non-players. In the past, many fetish people who are not aware of good play scene etiquette tended to crowd the players too much, sometimes to the point of being with the strike zone of a flogger’s back swing. Many serious BDSM players simply did not feel comfortable in such surroundings and would not play in conditions that they could not feel in control, both for the comfort of themselves and their bottom, as well as for those around them who might inadvertendly get in their way.

There was also a sign-up sheet for the various playstations, to make sure that nobody would “hog” a particular area for the whole night, and that one could sign up for a spot and wander off to return at the designated timeslot to find it ready to use. This proved to be quite a popular change and meant that there was a nice turnover of players over the course of the night — which was quite the treat for the multitudes of observers who crowded the railings for practically the entire night.

Kudos also go to the various playzone monitors who made sure that things ran smoothly and that the established rules and guidelines were kept by all, including the new “no breakable glass or bottles” in the play area. Last time, it was noticed that there were a number of broken bottles littering some corners, which can be dangerous with so many near-naked or latex-clad bodies wandering about or playing.

There was a comfy lounge area at the opposite end of the building, elevated on the far side of the DJ area and dance floor, which is of course located at the bottom of the former pool floor bottom. There were numerous couches, including some inflatable ones; and many were congregating there throughout the evening to socialize.

One of the visual highlights of the Ball were several performances by talented fire-dancers on the dance floor. A variety of fire implements were used by the performers; much to the delight of the observers. One female performer used a kind of large metal hula-hoop with a half dozen flaming tips on it, which she proceeded to not only spin around her waist and her outstretched arm, but also around her neck — which alarmed several of us who wondered how she managed to not burn her hair while doing so. There was another who danced on tall stilts, with a large flaming headpiece and elongated finger wands and another with large fire fans. Of course, there was also the traditional fire poi dance, which is fiery balls which are spun around on ropes or chains. All in all, a beautiful visual treat enjoyed by all!

Partway through the night, while I was watching the playzone from the observer railings, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned and discovered it my friend, the beloved “fetish diva” Midori stopping by to say hello. We hugged and then chatted for a while; Sir Michael and I had been hoping to take her out to one of the local “cabane à sucre” during her stay here in Montreal, but it looked like Mario from Polymorphe Latex beat us to it. So, instead we made tentative dinner plans for Sunday or Monday night instead. I introduced Midori to some of my other friends who were nearby, as well as to my submissive toriko, before she continued on her rounds to check things out.

Finally found my friends Domina Jade & Sir Marc in the playzone, tag-teaming with their spanking and flogging techniques on the submissive sabine, who seemed to be in a absolutely blissful state. I would have to wait until they were finished to say hello and spend some time with them later.

I was pleased to cross paths with Master André and Vivian who were having lots of fun in the play zone introducing people to the pleasures and pains of the electrical wand. They were showing how the connection would flow through multiple people, as they and those they were playing with reached out to some of the observers for them to feel the ripple, buzz and shocks of the wand.

I also had the pleasure of seeing Maître Éric (AKA Gargoyle Toes) once again; as I had not seen him since the Club Fetish/FemDomme Society dinner back in February. By the way, Maître Éric has begun to make his own hemp rope, dyed in the most scrumptious jewel-tone colours and will soon be making them available for sale. I have been privileged enough to receive a gift of some of this rope, in a gorgeous deep green.

Let’s see who else I got to see and spend time with…. Argaive the fetish photographer and his lady friend, the thin and lithe J, one of my favourite ladies to tie up; we had been hoping to do a Midori-style rope dance, but I had not brought my rope bag and by the time someone found some for us to use, her ride had to leave for the 2 hour drive home. Damn, hopefully next time things will work out more to our advantage.

Met another old photographer friend of mine, who was doing press photos for the event and we chatted briefly. Got a sensuous hug and cuddle from ChainedV, a lovely lady sub of my acquaintance. I was once again introduced to “j”, a young submissive friend of my houseboy — he does knows how to charm a lady, as he never fails to kiss the back of my hand, this time with a deep bow.

In the latter part of the night, I needed to rest and get off my feet, but still wanted to stay near the playzone with my friends. So I decided to enter the playzone and stationed myself along one of the stepped edges, with my boy on the floor in front of me. We had a very hot and sensual play scene, but I’ll save that story for another time…

At around 3am, Domina Jade, Sir Marc and sabine were considering heading off, however I tempted them into joining us for one of our long-standing traditions of breakfast at Picassos after a night out of fetish and dungeon fun. It wasn’t hard to convince them, since it had been such a long time since we had the chance to do so. I also managed to convice my submissive toriko’s friend “JF” to join us as well.

It was about 3:30 am by the time we arrived, but we found a nice long table for the six of us. In almost any other town or city; we would have made quite the spectable — as I was still clad in my red leather corset and some of the others were also wearing latex and leathers, and sabine was dressed totally “en femme”. However, Montreal being the wonderfully kinky and eclectic city that it is, we barely rated a second glance from the other late-night patrons.

Breakfast at Picassos is a wonderful tradition; it allows us all to “wind down” from the night’s fun and to recap some of our adventures to each other. I believe that it has really given us a great sense of bonding as well because it is such a wonderful casual feeling to share our stories and experiences over a good meal — of course it doesn’t hurt that we are all usually starving by then!

“JF” told my boy that he only needed to be dropped off at a metro so that he could begin the long trek home (Picasso’s in in NDG and he lived in the north of Montreal, easily an hour and a half or more of travel at that hour). toriko wisely told him that the decision was not up to him, but rather rested in the hands of his Mistress. I, of course, would have nothing to do with that and stated flatly that I would have toriko drive him right to his door. “JF” seemed a little surprised but did not object to my decision; it also gave me a chance to chat with him during the ride and get to know him a bit better — something that is a little difficult to do in the rather loud environment of a Fetish Ball.

Afterwards, my submissive toriko chauffeured me home, as the sun rose in the eastern sky; it’s sunbeams making the early morning frost glisten and sparkle like diamonds. What a beautiful way to end a kinky night’s fun at yet another fantastic Fetish Ball!

Kinky friends from Montreal, the Maritimes & California

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I’m still not feeling 100%. The past few nights, I keep getting coughing fits which don’t let me get any sleep at night, so my sleep cycle is pretty well upside down for now. I’m managing to get at least some work done, but I still find that I need an awful lot of sleep to feel fully rested. For now, I’m just listening to my body’s cues and taking care of myself the best I can — I *really* want to make it to the big April Fool’s Fetish Ball this coming Saturday.

Let’s see, got to catch up with a few friends over the weekend. As mentioned previously, Sir Marc dropped by on Friday night and we chatted primarily about geeky and kinky stuff. I also had a chance to talk briefly with my good friend Domina Jade; I hope to see her at the Fetish Ball as well. I’m still behind in some of my email correspondence and phone calls though — my throat is not always up for long phone calls.

I was also lucky enough to catch a good kinky friend of mine from the Maritimes, Lady Shade, in one of the online chat rooms; it was real nice to talk to her again. It’s been such a long time since I got to spend time with her. If I remember correctly, it was probably Halloween 2005, when I attended the big weekend-long party at the Top Floor dungeon. It was a magnificent event, where I got to meet tons of wonderful local kinksters, including several nice subs that I got to play with.

I think one of the reasons we originally hit it off is that we are both of such small stature. I’ve never met anyone else whose hands were as tiny as mine; hers looked like a mirror image of mine! If I remember correctly, she also really liked my hugs. There is something so perfect about hugging someone the same height as you, especially when you are only 5 feet tall; I guess because it is so rare — that it feels like you can just fit into each other’s arms nicely and rest your head on their shoulder too… Yep, I like short people hugs.

Our friend from San Francisco, Midori, arrived in Montreal today; she’s got 5 workshops that she will be presenting during the coming week. I’m hoping that we might have a chance to take her out for dinner like we have in the past, but it will depend greatly on her tight schedule, and of course, on how my health is doing.

Friday night with pizza and a friend

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On Friday night, my friend Sir Marc came by for an impromptu visit. I had been working quite hard during the course of the day on one of my client’s web projects and was really due for a break. So, literally within minutes of putting away the project for the night, I get this phone call — it’s Marc and he’s bored…

Well, I was in the mood for a bit of socializing, but not quite up to heading out of the house — my earlier adventure this week to Northbound Leather with Lady Katana took quite a bit out of me. So we decided that he should come over here and we’d catch up on stuff over a pizza. I managed to keep my voice going all night by constantly sipping on hot tea, along with the help of lots of cough drops.

We ended up spending several hours chatting about geeky stuff; mainly about website design, marketing and publicity. As he put it, he wanted to “pick my brain” on ideas on how to make his upcoming website work well with some of the ideas he has.

I brought out my sexy Apple laptop to show him some stuff I’ve been working on recently. He was caught off guard at first until I explained that we have the house and studio equipped for wireless high-speed internet access with my Airport Express.

I also showed him my newly revamped blog. He really liked the look of it a lot and it seems to have inspired him to catch up on his blog entries as well. Sir Marc’s blog is now listed in my “Kinky Blogs” blogroll on the right hand side.

We also discussed about some of his recent purchases of new latex clothing. I showed him a pic of the new red leather corset that I have ordered and that I hope to get in time for next weekend’s big April Fool’s Fetish Ball.

Speaking of which, we also did some last minute brainstorming. Our group of kinky friends, Club Fetish, has been coordinating with the Fetish Ball organizer, Isabeau, on how we can help to improve the BDSM dungeon area of the event. Hopefully by implementing some of our tips, it should make for a safer and more enjoyable playzone for everyone, as well as improving the overall traffic flow in the downstairs lounge area.

We also commiserated how little we’ve had the chance to practice our bondage techniques since we both graduated from Midori’s Rope Dojo last fall. We both hope to remedy that in the near future though.

All in all, Sir Marc ended up leaving at around 3:30 am to drive back home. I’m really glad he dropped by; it was an enjoyable evening with a kinky friend that did me a lot of good mentally. (I’m not too sure how much good it did for my throat though, as my voice has been rather rough all day Saturday and I’ve had to let several phone calls go to voicemail since I was not in any shape to talk very much…)