The time has come....

'The time has come,' the Walrus said, 'To talk of many things:

Of shoes - and ships - and sealing-wax -

Of cabbages - and kings -And why the sea is boiling hot -

And whether pigs have wings.'

We are back from BDSM summer camp. And my mind is a whirl with everything i saw and experienced this past weekend. i am not even sure that i can do justice to the event in one post - i am sure many other things will sort themselves out and become clearer over the next few days.

BUT i do have to say that i felt a little bit like Alice through the Looking Glass - from Friday afternoon until sometime this morning. i am not new to public play parties.. nor am i new to BDSM summer camps. But the scenes i saw this weekend blew me away. (sorry there just isn't any other way to describe it) Most of what i am accustomed to seeing are "fashion shows" which tend to annoy me and frustrate me. And yes yes i know .. "stand and show" folks have as much right to this lifestyle as do the rest of us. But for someone who cut her BDSM teeth on floggers and whips and chains - oh my !! Fashion shows tend to leave me shaking my head in bewilderment.

This weekend i saw scenes that involved knives and needles and tens units and catheters whips and chains and fistings. i saw more than my mind can process. i was surrounded by people who understood, lived, and breathed the type of BDSM that i live. There was only one actual demo - on cunt casting - but the scenes themselves were living breathing working demos.

i saw a woman on her back on a four poster spanking bench, her arms tied securely to each of the head posts - her feet to the bottom ones. i watched as her Top dressed in a "fashionable" vinyl nurses outfit used a tens unit on her breasts, clit and vagina. i watched as she called yellow - whispered something to the Top - watched as one hand was loosened and an asthma pump was handed to her. i watched as she used the pump and her Top stood waiting. Then the pump was put back and the scene continued. i watched her writhe and wiggle and scream and everyone sat mesmerized. No one cried "foul" .. No one was shocked or frightened by what they were experiencing.

i watched another scene with a very young .. very new .. male submissive who was handed two stakes to hold in his hands while he was secured into the stocks. Watched as needles (and not my nice almost painless acupunture needles might i add !!) were inserted into his back and ass cheeks and into his testicles. i watched as clamps with weights were applied to each of his nipples. i listened to his screams. i watched as the Domme took out a long wooden stick and proceeded to - quickly - hit each side of each thigh six times. i watched as the welts from the hits formed and reddened. i watched as She went to work on his nipples with the same stick. The DM (dungeon monitor) watched over him carefully standing just off to his side - within his vision. i watched as - at one point when the young sub was crying - as the DM leaned down and said to him "if you have had enough drop the stakes" and i heard the young man say "NO". i watched as the two Dom/mes shook their heads and She went back to work on him.

i was shown another submissive's catheter inserted and the end pinned to her belly with needles. Saw the other needles skewering her labia. And admired the smile on her face as she proudly walked around behind her Master being shown off to this one and that one.

i saw more than one fisting........ more than one sexual scene and by Saturday was not averting my eyes but gobbling up the scene.... the sounds the smells the electricity.

Oh yes......... this weekend was educational and an eye opener. It left me gasping for air and a longing deep inside of me that it could go on forever. It will definitely go down in my books as a weekend to remember!!!

(i will write about my own time in the stocks and the other equipment another day...... for now this is all i can sort out intelligently )