Sunday, December 7, 2014
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Wood chips crunched under the boots, the smell of mulching earth swirled around those making their way down the path to the pub after Night Court. Lantern light danced and slashes of moonlight sliced across the trail. Conversations of the night's events bounced around the group as they walked, some of what had happened at Night Court, some of what was still to come. All were happy, joking, laughing, and most were left with a little bit of longing for more.The Captain and First Mate of the Black Lilly, Momma and the Sergeant of the jail, the Bard and the Blacksmith were among those following the path of wood chips. About half way there, the First Mate excused himself from the group with some line about fairy dust, and slipped off into into the quiet faire. The Captain watched him go with a grin, “Always trying to catch a Fairy,” she said under her breath, shaking her head.
The group climbed the few steps to the noisy pub. Musicians were taking turns singing all the songs they couldn't during faire hours. At this moment it was a group of pirates singing about pirate booty – and I don't mean jewels or coins – The pub was already packed with people. The Bard, Blacksmith, and Momma found a table and called for drinks. The Captain grabbed the Sergeant by the arm as he started for the bar, and pulled him to a table at the back. At first he resisted, until he saw who the hand around his forearm belonged to. The table was hard, darkened from age and use, mounted high on the back wall on one side. Four simple bar stools were around it, aged like the table, but they were comfortable. The Captain sat on one near the wall, leaned against it, and looked at the Sergeant expectantly, when he went to join her on one of the stools, she placed her boot upon it. “Drinks first, black cherry mead.” He looked at her, jaw open, but then made his way to the bar to get the drinks.
When the Sergeant returned, she removed her healed boots from the stool so he could sit next to her. He placed a glass before her, sipping his own as he sat. They drank and made small talk about faire, night court, and the days events. He took in her long red hair, her long lashes around her green eyes, the hourglass figure wrapped in the silver stripped corset, and her long velvet covered legs that she had crossed, top one swinging slightly to the music. He leaned in as they talked, and over time she stopped reclining against the wall, and started to lean in as well. More drinks were ordered and properly disposed of. As the two drank and flirted, he kept drifting in closer and experimentally placed a hand upon her thigh. When he thought he had his chance, he leaned in to kiss her, but was met with an elegant, long finger to his lips. “If your going to try to sail my southern sea, Sergeant .” She said, “I will have to inspect your dock.”
He laughed at this, “Captain, don't you worry I float more then a dingy to hold my brig,” he bragged. “Just you wait, I have a key that will unlock any cage holding back feminine wiles.”
“Oh really?” She asked. “We might have to see about that. Hey Momma!” she called across the Pub. “Your Sergeant here is telling me that his key can unlock any women. What do you say?”
Momma from her table, where now she was sitting on the Bards lap whispering something in his ear, turned to the call. “All I felt was a very thin tool tonight!”
“You,” the Sergeant stammered, “You said it was a cannon tonight!”
“I might have mistaken it, it could have been a pee shooter” the Captain retorted.
The whole exchange had gotten the attention of the surrounding pub dwellers who were laughing along with them. When the laughter had died down, the Sergeant and the Captain were once again leaning in to each other. Both looked at each other, contemplative, and waiting for the other to make the next move. After a few moments, the Captain nodded. “Barkeep!” she yelled, while she still looked at him. When the keeper of the bar made his way to them, a very tall man, dressed in black that included his apron, with full white beard and hair, bent down to the Captain. “What can I do ya for?”
“This Sergeant here thinks he can take the good stuff in the back room.” She told the barkeep. “You think I could get the key so I can see if he is really ready for it?”
The barkeep let out a hearty laugh digging out a key from his apron, he handed the key to her, and walked away still shaking his head laughing. She grabbed her drink and started weaving her way through the crowd toward a door half hidden behind a Scottish flag. The Sergeant was a little slow to follow, but made his way to her. She stood just inside the door waiting for him, and slammed it behind him. “Come,” is all she said as she made her way down the hallway that the door had opened into. At the end of the hall she unlocked another door, opened it, went in and she disappeared. “Close the door behind you,” she told him when he entered, as light splashed over the room from the lantern she had just lit.
It was a storage room the size of a two car garage, wooden shelves lined two of the walls filled with crates and boxes, a table was against the wall that held the door. She stood next to a single wooden post in the center of the room from which the lit lantern hung. A huge old wooden keg was laying on its side held in place by large wooden wedges, with one of its flat ends near the center post. She leaned back against the wooden post, arms crossed under her ample chest, green eyes contemplating the Sergeant as he entered the room. She looked him over, black leather buckled boots, light-colored pants around, what she was sure were, muscular legs, broad shoulders covered by his dark shirt, his close-cropped brown hair, and his deep dark eyes. While he had a body, it had been his eyes that had drawn her to him earlier that day. Looking him in the eye, she said “Strip, now!”
The Sergeant stopped in his tracks, as he looked at the Captain as she propped herself against the wooden post. She read the hesitation in his eyes. “Did you misunderstand that simple order?” she asked him, as one would scold a dog. He straightened at this, pride fighting with his own desire. “I will make this simple,” she cooed as she moved from the post towards him. As she walked around him, she placed the tip of one of her long, sharp finger nails on his chest, dragging it across his chest and over his shoulder as she circled behind him. “If you're not naked in thirty seconds, I am walking out that door and you will have lost your only chance.” As she finished, she pulled herself up to sit on the table.
He slowly turned to look at her again, “Could she really think that he was going to just strip for her?” he thought. “He wanted her alright, but he had never taken commands from anyone like this.” All this raced through his mind as he looked her over, sitting on the table, she placed her right booted foot on the chair, in doing so spreading her velvet covered thighs. Without taking her eyes off his, she dragged that same long finger slowly down her inner thigh. When her finger reached the center of her desire, she continued to drag it slowly up, a small sigh escaping her red lips. Now she moved that finger towards her lips. Her tongue licked slow circles around her nail before she placed just the tip between her lips, raising her eyebrows slightly as she pulled the finger back out.
He had made up his mind, he would play her game to get what he wanted. He pulled off his shirt and started to walk toward where she sat on the table.
“There,” he thought. “My shirt is off, you domineering wench.”As he got closer to her she lifted her right heeled boot and placed it firmly on his crotch.
“I said, strip.” her displeasure dripped off the words. “You have about ten seconds left.” She examined the long nails of her hand before she looked up at him again.
“Could she be serious?” he thought again. “Would she actually leave if he did not do what she wanted?” He kicked off his boots and tossed them near his shirt by the door. A slight smile danced across her lips. He started to pull at the strings of his pants, loosening them. She dropped the heel of her boot, pulling his pants down to his knees and reveled a plan pair of black boxers.
“Better,” she said with a sneer. “You have about 5 seconds left.”
Quickly, he pulled his pants and socks off to join the rest of his clothes in a pile near the door. Now only clad in his boxers, he started for her again. He wanted her, wanted to feel her soft skin against his, the smell of her, to feel her breath mingle with his. He had played her game, now he was going to take her.
Her booted foot caught him again, this time in his right hip, turning his lunge to the side and she slipped past him with a laugh. “Times up, and you're not naked. You lose, Sergeant boy.” She said as she made her way towards the door and his pile of clothes.
“Wait!” he shouted, not realizing that he had. She stopped and looked over her shoulder, her long red hair flipped over her shoulder in the process. She looked from his eyes, down to his shorts, and back again, then shrugged and headed for the door once more. Looking down himself, it dawned on him what he had to do to keep any chance of having her. With speed he didn't know he possessed, he ripped his shorts off and sent them flying past her to join the rest of his clothes. “There,” was all he said as she looked again over she shoulder.
“Well that is better,” she said in an almost too sweet manor. “But it took you longer then the thirty seconds that I gave you. If you want me to stay now, you will have to be punished for your disobedience. As well as agree to not do it again tonight, or I will walk. Do you agree?” She said the last with a challenge in her tone.
“What kind of punishment?” He asked.
“That wasn't the question, but I will tell you this, I will not break any bones or scar you.” She replied, again challenging him with her tone and looking him directly in the eyes.
The Sergeant contemplated this for a moment. “How bad could she hurt him, she was lighter than he and shorter by a hand's width. Was it worth it to have this hot vixen? Was it worth a little pain to be able to have his way with her body in the end?” He thought, “Yes, I agree,” he said to her.
A grin that looked entirely too feline spread across her face, and he thought he saw her lick her lips as she started coming towards him. She walked with a good amount of sway in her hips, the whole time never breaking eye contact with him, coming to stop inches from his face where she looked up at him. He could feel the warmth of her body so close to his, her breath was hot against his bare chest, but the fire in her eyes was an inferno that he knew that he wanted to feel. He closed his eyes and started to tilt down to kiss her, but stopped short when she wrapped her hand around his only slightly hard shaft and pulled hard.
The Sergeant stumbled forward for he did not want to fight her grasp since the pain that is caused. She pulled him over to the keg that was on its side, turned him so his back was to it, and pushed him back to lean against it. Still holding him tightly in her grasp, she leaned in close to his ear. “Place your hands on the sides,” she whispered into his ear. “Do not move them or your ass from that keg.” Standing back, she looked down at his hardening key still in her hand.
“Well this just won't do for what I have planned.”
The Sergeant opened his mouth to disagree, but as he did, the Captain yanked on a thin strip of leather around her neck with a metal charm of a lily on it, the leather snapped. She took the ends of the leather straps around the base of his cock with the charm resting on top of his balls, wrapping the leather around him, then behind his balls, and back up again. Once she had used up all the leather, she tied it off. It was tight, and his complaints were caught in his throat as he watched her. He could already feel himself getting harder as he looked at her handy work.
“Now that is better,” she said, almost giggling. “But I know you can get bigger.” As she said this, she had opened one of her pouches on her belt and pulled out six honey sticks (honey held in clear plastic straws). “These should help. I just love honey, and even more when it's mixed with a little skin. The problem is,” she told him. “That the honey just drips so slowly,” as if to prove her point she popped the seal on one end of the straws and held it out over his chest. It hardly moved. “Now,” she said. “If you heat it up a little.” She placed the straw above the flame of the lantern on the post beside them. After a few moments she brought it back over his chest, and the honey flowed out of the straw, dripping hot honey onto his nipple.
He gasped a little as the hot honey hit his sensitive nipple. It hurt, but just as the heat was getting to him she placed her soft lips around it and he could feel her tongue flicked across his chest as she licked off the honey. The mix of pain and pleasure sent all thoughts from his mind and his head swam within the sensations behind his closed eyes. He could feel pressure building down below as her tongue worked, but just as soon it stopped. His eyes opened in time to see more hot honey drip down to his other nipple, she repeated the removal of the honey with her mouth, and again it sent his head to feel like it was floating in the clouds.
When she lifted her head from his chest, he was breathing heavily, eyes closed, and a sweat had broken out all over his body. She heated up another straw of honey. This time she held it out to drip lower, down his stomach, his waist line, the last few drops hit his now hard head. When the last few drops hit that very sensitive part, his eyes shot open. He looked deep into her eyes as she moved down and started to lick down his stomach, to his waistline, all the while looking him in the eye. Her tongue felt so good as it made a slick trail down, the heat of her hot breath brushed against the sweat on his skin. She lifted her head slightly, hovering her lips just above his hardened tip, her tongue just inches from the drips of honey, now forgotten in the anticipation.
Time seemed to stand still as he looked deep into her green eyes, his whole body tensed, her hot breath brushed across his most sensitive skin. Then, time crashed around him as her tongue touched him and slowly licked across the top of his head. Pleasure slammed through him as a ship slams through the waves of the storm, of feelings and sensations within his head. His head rolled back, eyes closed, as a deep moan emanated from his mouth and his sexual key strained against the leather wrapped around its base.
“Now that is better,” she said, obviously pleased with her handy work. Standing up, she looked at him leaning back on the barrel, and slapped the head of his, now raging, cock hard with her fingers. His head and attention whipped back to her, pain etched into his face as she smiled at him. She reached back and swatted him again, this time he came off the barrel and came towards her, she stepped back and looked at him as he leaned forward, hands upon his knees.
“I told you not to move,” venom dripping from her words. “This is your last warning, Sergeant boy. You will lay back and be strapped down so that you can take your punishment, or I will walk out to the many waiting others.” His eyes locked on hers as he breathed deeply, looking for any sign of weakness in her. “Oh, don't tell me your afraid of a little girl?” she said innocently.
With those words, something in him snapped. He laid back over the barrel. A devilish grin floated across her lips as she went to one of the shelf’s and returned with two pairs of shackles with long chains connecting them. “Catch,” she told him as she tossed the shackles at him. He managed to get one hand up to catch the chains of the shackles before they hit him. “Place one on each ankle, and show me that you want to be here.”
With slight reluctance, he leaned forward and attached one shackle to an ankle and then the other. He sat back up and was met by her hand upon his forehead pushing him backwards to lay across the barrel once more. She walked around to where his head was and took one wrist. She attached the other end of one of the shackles, then she moved to his other side. Her hair brushed across his face bringing the smell of her intoxicating perfume to his face and the soft hair that he wanted to grab and bury his face into, but she attached the other arm to its shackle and started to stand.
She stopped with her face just above his, her long hair cascading down around his in a waterfall of red. “Now little boy, its time to get on with your punishment. If you do well, then we shall see what other fun we will have.” With these last words, she patted his cheek. Standing she walked around the keg to stand between his legs, his stout member had started to lose some of its stiffness. Pouting, she reached down with one hand and placed one long nail at the base of his cock. She pressed the nail into the base just above his balls, and started to drag it firmly up the underside. A groan mixed with pleasure and pain rumbled from deep within his chest as the nail traced its path along his length.
As her nail reached the ridge of his head, she flicked her finger. Smiling as she flipped her hand around to smack the side of his cock once more. He gasped, but did not try to move. She smacked it again, and again yet he still only gasped, his whole body going taunt after each smack. She looked around and smiled at the cup full of spoons sitting upon the table behind her. She walked the few steps to the table, she pulled out one of the long, flat, slotted, absinthe spoon. The spoon was thin at the end that came to a point that was almost knife sharp. Devilishly, she grinned as she came back to the Sergeant bound curved across the keg. Spinning the spoon between her thumb and forefinger, she walked around until she was standing, legs slightly spread, above the Sergeant s head.
The Sergeant opened his eyes as the shadow of the Captain fell across his eyes, and was met with the vision of her velvet covered thighs around and above him. The scent of her sensual arousal mixed with his own sweat in a head spinning mixture of lust and desire. He saw her face come in to view as she leaned forward and he could see the feline smirk as she placed the edge of the absinthe spoon on the skin of his chest. Surges of pain shot through him ending in a wave of swelling in his sexual organ. Slowly, she started to drag the edge of the spoon around his chest, getting closer to his tender nipples. Then, without warning, she brought the spoon quickly over his nipple. His head came off the keg with the sharp pain that coursed through his body, as the velvet of her tights brushed his checks, his jaw set against the pain. With a final flourish, she brought the flat side of the spoon down onto his nipple. This was enough to break his concentration and he let out a yelp of pain.
Now the spoon's sharp edge was against his skin, dragging its way to the other side of his chest. He set his jaw again, against the pain, knowing that she would again swat his nipple. She took her time, dragging out his anticipation. When the spoon finally reached his nipple, she stopped the tip directly on the center of his nipple, slowly increasing the pressure. A growl of pain started in his chest as she pressed the sharp tip into him. As his head lifted off the keg, she pulled up and brought the flat down hard onto his nipple. This time, more of a yelp than before escaped from between his clenched teeth.
“Quiet boy,” she scolded, and lowered herself, shoving his face deep between her thighs. The scent of her sex overwhelmed him, filling his mind and body with lust, overpowering any other thought. She continued to swat his nipples with the spoon while the smells of her arousal flooded over his face like the water overflowing a damn. Muffled groans answer each of her swats, the sounds of which vibrating between her thighs, sending small waves of pleasure through her. She swatted his nipples harder and to her delight, was answered with his groans becoming louder.
Each nipple was dark red now, and she smiled when she saw the wet sheen of blood swell from each. Leaning forward, she licked one of his nipples, the pleasure of which overpowered the pain and he moaned loud, shoving his face deep into her sensual junction. She moaned herself at the feeling of this, and moved to the other nipple. She pushed back into his face as she licked, grinding into him as he again moaned deep from the pleasure of her tongue.
The Captain stood, walked around him once more, her velvet now moist from both his mouth as well as her own arousal. The absinthe spoon in hand she moves to stand between his stretched legs. Using the flat of the spoon, she started to lightly pat the head of his erection. Each time she did so, his body tensed against his bonds and the barrel beneath him. Faster now she swatted, his body almost vibrating in rhythm to her abuse. His breathing became shallow and joined the rhythm of the rest of his body. Harder now she swatted, sending his ass off the barrel after each time the spoon connected to his pink flesh. She swung it harder still, the spoons handle bending as connected to his erection, and so did his body, lurching off the barrel to arch above it only to slam back onto it with a loud thud, echoed by his own scream as his body came to rest upon the keg.
The Captain giggled to herself as she walked back to the shelves. After looking for a few moments she found what she was looking for, a long piece of white rope. Returning to the still heavily breathing Sergeant, she stood once again between his legs. Holding the rope in her left hand she untied her necklace from around the base of his shaft and balls. He sighed at the relief and the pleasure of her hands upon his straining member. She tucked the leather lanyard and pendant into the front of her corset. Taking the rope in both hands, she wrapped it starting at the base of his shaft until a single layer of rope covered the bottom half of his out-thrust cock. The ends of the rope in hand, she walked to the heavy table and tied them off to one of the front legs, pulling it tight, the Sergeant groaned as his erection is pulled to stand straight up, pointing to the ceiling.
Smiling to herself, the Captain walked around the Sergeants bound body, back arched over the barrel as he strained against his cuffed limbs, his sexual key now as hard as steel bars, strain etched into his face from both the bondage and the need for sexual release. Bending at her hips, she lets her hair once more fall over his face, inches away from him his eyes open from the light change and she looks deep into his bloodshot eyes. “Don't worry, pretty boy, it's almost over,” she whispers to him. His mouth started to open as she kicked one of the wedges holding the barrel in place away, then the other. The barrel started to roll back under his weight. The barrel moved only a few inches as the rope tied to the table and his cock tightened.
The Sergeant screamed as the pain from the rope pulling on him takes over him. The Captain, turned, sliding both her moistened velvet tights and her black lace thong down her ass, past her thighs to rest above her knees. Bending slightly, she forces her wet pussy directly onto his mouth and face, rocking the barrel back with her weight. The rope slackened and the Sergeant sighed deep into her sexual quarters, but was drawn tight once more as she rocked back down on his face that caused a muffled scream to vibrate into her. “Lick it,”she demands as she rode his face back and forth, that rocked the barrel each time he did, the rope jerked up and down on his shaft. “Lick me, make me cum, you dog!” Through his screams, she feels his tongue start to lick the nectar of her pleasure from her. Electricity surged through her body escaping in deep moans that echoed off the ceiling as her head fell back.
Faster she ground into his mouth and outstretched tongue. Each time the rope was pulled taunt, the pain shot from the Sergeant's abused member, through his chest to become his muffled screams that were lost within the sound of her own from pleasure. Each scream vibrated between her thighs, giving her another layer of pleasure while she rode his face. She felt climax building deep within her sex causing her to grind even harder into him, intensifying his pain.
His screams were almost constant as she swung her head forward.
Spreading her legs more, straining against the velvet tights, she reaches between them to grab his hair and pull hard. She saw his pleasure covered face, but also the tears running down the side of his head as she forces him deeper into her. The sight was to much for her, and she shoved herself down onto him, hard. She still held his head by the hair as her orgasm exploded from deep with her sex, rippling in constant waves of pleasure throughout her body. She ground brutality into his mouth that was still open in a now silent scream.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, she could feel him try to catch his breath, smothered between her thighs. She released his hair, and slid herself off of his face, to lean her bare ass against the barrel beside him. She looked down at the Sergeant who breathed heavily, her wetness covering most of his face, save for where his tears have washed it away. “There, now that wasn't too hard, was it?” she asks him leaning slightly forward so he can see her.
“No,” he whispers.
“Good,” she smirks. “Well now that I have had my fun, I guess I have no further use for you.” As the last words left her lips, she ripped the thin lace panties from her legs and shoved them into his just opening to protest mouth. “What, did you think you could have your way with me? I think not, you haven't earned that privilege, yet, dog. These waters are way to wild for you.” She pulled her velvet tights over her flushed ass, she rounded the post and drew a knife from her belt. “However, since you did get me off, I guess I could help you a little,” and with that she sliced through the rope that attached his sexual member to the table. The barrel rolled back as he screams around the moistened lace gag, to stop against one of the wedges, his head a few inches from the floor.
The Sergeant could still hear her laughter as she walked out the door and down the hall. Just before his mind plunged into unconsciousness, he heard her final words over the sound of her heels as she walked on the hard wood, “Barkeep, this is to cover the mess in the back. Turned out he wasn't worthy.”
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Kink 101/Spicing up your relationship
We all have to start somewhere, and this is a great place to do just that. Come learn some of the common fetishes and kinks, basic kink safety, terminology, and some tips to finding others that have the same interests. Let me give you a guided tour of kink along with some ideas on how you too can get kinky!
1 hour presentation
Vocabulary of BDSM
Dominant, submissive, top, bottom, toys, limits, safewords, scenes, Dacryphilia, behavior modification, daddy, babygirl, Mongolian cluster fuck... What the hell does it all mean? Well Haven deLancret will shed some light on the language used more commonly within BDSM and kink. This class will give you the groundwork of that language so that you can find what you're into as well as your partner from a real person and not Urban-dictionary. And yes, there will be a test.
1 hour presentation
The Sensual Sadist
There are two sides to every coin. The same goes for most kinky activities. Sensual play is the opposite of hard play. They both have their advantages and bring forth different reactions in your bottom. From using softer objects for hard play to the softer side of a paddle. By using sensual play in your scenes you might be able to bring out new and wonderful reactions in your bottom. Come see how to incorporate sensual play into your scene from a Sensual Sadist!
2 hour presentation
Communication, we are all told to do it, but sometimes we lack the how to do it. Well that can end here. Come and learn some new ideas on how to openly talk with your lovers on topics of sex, kink, and fetishes. From how to break the ice to some basic terminology so you know what it is you really want. If communication is the key, your silence is the lock...
2 hour presentation
BDSM on a Budget
Where to find inexpensive toys, thinking outside the box in a big box store, how to make a few inexpensive toys, and much more. If you have some inexpensive toys, feel free to bring them and share where you found them.
1 hour presentation
The Fun-damentals of Poly
Listen and learn some of the basic concepts and ideas of polyamory. From the why, to the how. Even some ideas on conquering some of the most frequent issues with jealousy, intimacy, and time management. Also learn some of the pro's and con's of this kind of relationship.
2 hour presentation
Switch/Switching, The Role of Balance
So you like to do it all, you like to balance all of it in your life. You want to flog and be flogged, you like to control and be controlled. Are you just plain greedy and want it all? This is a presentation on switching and the balancing act that comes with it. The problems and tribulations that can come from desiring both sides of the coin, the sense of serenity that can come from finding that balance, and all the other fun sides of knowing that you want it all.
2 hour presentation
Dominance and Submission
The behavioral side of BDSM. A presentation on the control, the freedom, the power, and the service that can be found within the dynamic of Dominant and submissive. This will focus on the behavior found in most D/s relationships, looking inside yourself as to what you want in this type of relationship, and as well as other aspects of Dominance and submission, and even switching between the two.
2 hour presentation
Knife, and Scratch Play
Learn the power, excitement and sensuality that can be found at the edge of a blade against the skin. Learn how to use knifes, claws, large blades, even your own nails in scenes and other sexual fun. Feel free to bring your own blades and see that any edge can be used in this way.
1 hour presentation
Playing with Fire 101
I want to set you on fire! No really, we are going to cover the basics of playing with fire torches and fire cupping. Fire safety will be discussed at length, but also how to incorporate it into your scenes, how it can be a scene itself, and some other benefits of fire. This is the class designed for those that have never played with fire outside of grandpa's garage and now want to bring it into the bedroom.
2 hour presentation
Acting Class for the Bedroom and BDSM
We call them scenes, so lets take it further. If its a scene then you are the actors, in that respect I will show you some skills and tricks to help you become the lead in your scenes. From some basic acting skills, to how to take a role further than you thought you could, or even to express your inner self. While these roles are who we are, and in that respect are you, I want to show how a few simple tricks can bring that role out even more during your scenes.
1 hour presentation
Presentation on Presenting
Ever wanted to share your hard earned knowledge with others? Been to a class or presentation and thought, I could do that better? Here is your chance to, learn about the skills needed to be a presenter. Hear about pitfalls to avoid, how to keep an audience attention, preparation and others. I have been presenting, speaking in public and standing up in front of crowds for over 20 years, and I will pass on the experience to you.
3 hour presentation
Parenting and Alternative Lifestyles
Here you are exploring, or diving head first into a new lifestyle, as a parent and the question I know has crossed your mind "Am I going to fuck up my kids life?" Come listen to Haven deLancret talk about exactly that from both as a child that was raised by geeky, pagan, poly, kinky, D/s, SCA, (maybe more) parents who is also raising kids of his own within many of those same lifestyles and others. Stories will be shared of his own experiences as well as the experiences of his many friends and family from those lifestyles.
3 hour presentation
Dominant vs. Abuse
There is a difference, and everyone should be aware of them All of us should know what those signs are, how they can be avoided, and so we can weed out those people from our lives. Come learn what the differences are, what red flags to look for within those differences, and how you might also help point them out to others in your community.
1 hour presentation
Humiliation and Degradation
A presentation on how to incorporate humiliation and degradation into your scenes. Information on why some enjoy this kind of activity, as well as why its not for everyone. I will also share some of the pitfalls that come with this kind of activity and hopefully how you can avoid them. Focusing on not only the how, but also on preparation and aftercare. Short demo to be included.
2 hour presentation
Bondage for Sex
A presentation on bondage for sex using rope, cuffs and other items you may have around the house. Demonstrations on positioning, placement, and other information on how to bring bondage into your sex life. Basic bondage cautions will be covered alongside preparation and aftercare. *Note: No intercourse involved in demonstration.
2 hour presentation
Dungeon Master, a how to
Dungeon Master or Monitor. Come learn what to look for, how watch a room, and how to handle issues that may arise when Monitoring a play party. While some rules change for party to party, there are always some that stay the same. Learn these as well as basic crowd control techniques and common curtsies.
2 hour presentation.
More coming in 2014!
If you have any questions about any of my presentation, feel free to contact me at Kinkyasiam@gmail.com.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Explorations 2, Bloomfield, MI. 6/15/13 Again, links once FetLife is working.
I am negotiating for more vents, I will post them once the have become secure.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Just got done doing four presentations at Club 616 in Grand Rapids. Was a great crowd and a lot of fun. Spread the word of pleasure from pain with edge play presentation with a few willing victims going under my knifes. I also think that I helped a lot of people understand there own desires and maybe even there own relationships better. Over all a great time.
A the end of the month I will start helping a local club that just started at one of the private colleges. I will also be traveling down to South Bend for an Edge play presentation. Followed by Explorations mid June.
I am also looking at starting up my pod casts.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Looking for something to do this weekend? Why not join me at Club 616 for their fantasy and fetish weekend. I will be doing presentations on BDSM 101, Dominance and submission, Edge play, and Bondage for sex.
Hope to see you there!
Friday, February 15, 2013
Its the day after Valentine's day, and I hope yours was great.
Something to remembered, any day can have the same feelings as Valentine's day. Some random day bring home flowers for your partner. On a Wednesday night, slip on some sexy clothes and surprise your partner.
Doing this will keep the passion from Valentine's in your relationship all year long.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Getting responses and feedback from you, helps me know what to write. So please take some time, send me a message here, in the anonymous box to the right, or send me an email at KinkyasIam@gmail.com. Let me know what you want to read!
Thanks, and as always,
Keep it kinky!
Thursday, January 24, 2013
For me, most of my scenes involve my pet babygirl who is my submissive. For the most part, our scenes usually have many types of play in them as we both love the variety and spontaneity that having so many options gives us. This means that a scene may or may not have impact, fire, edge, wax, rope, behavioral, pain, pleasure, sensation, and anything else I can think of.
I like my scenes to be very fluid; in a way like the old saying “No plan ever survives first contact with the enemy.” I have found more times than not that when I have set out precise plan for a scene, that it will not follow that plan. Things change, desires can change mid scene, bodies might not agree with some types of play at that time, etc.
When I am preparing for a scene, I do like to start at the end and work my way back. When I want to scene, I usually have something that I want to accomplish by the scene. That could be anything from making her cry, sending her into subspace, trying a new toy for the first time, or working on a specific tie.
After I have that idea in place, I will set about setting the space with the necessary items. Laying crops, whips, floggers, canes, rope, etc within reach so I don’t have to step away. If the scene might get messy, I make sure there are towels nearby as well. I set the aftercare items nearby, like her blanket, candy, and water. I will also take time to set the mood of the space. If it is going to be a dark scene, I light some candles leaving most of the space shrouded in darkness. On the other hand, if it’s going to be an interrogation scene, then I get out the bright work lights. Either way, I make the lighting fit the effect I want on the scene.
Last is music for the scene. I have a few playlists that I have set up for types of scenes. Most start slow and build with speed and tempo as the scene progresses. Others are just a mix of good music to have in the background of any scene. I also have some files of just sound effects if that is what I want. Some are full of the sounds of a dungeon, people being beaten and crying, another is just the sound of wind and trees. It all depends on what I want the scene to be.
Then we scene… Use your imagination here…
Ok, so now that the scene is done, one of the things that I do is ask for a scene report within 24 hours of the end scene. This scene report is simply the submissive or bottoms feelings about the scene. It can be just feelings or very specific on how each part felt. The reason that it can be vague is that once some bottoms get into the scene what’s actually happening stops being remembered… They can remember that something happened, but they couldn’t tell you what did it. I have had bottoms forget that a toy was used at all, to confuse it with another one. In one case I have a bottom tell me that she loved the use of the paddle I used, but I hadn’t used a paddle in the scene…
The scene report helps me, as the top know what worked for the bottom, what was liked, what was not, what reactions were gotten, etc. I also will sometimes right my own thoughts after a scene. Sometimes I share this with the bottom, sometimes not it depends on the scene. Either way, this is a learning tool, a communication tool, to help everyone become better at what they are doing.
So there you have it, a sum up of a scene.
Questions, comments, concerns, feel free to shoot me a message.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
My standard compensation is
- $100.00 USD per hour presentation or class
- Travel expenses from Kalamazoo, MI
- Entrance into your event for myself and my girl, Calla Lillie.
- If you would like me to present on more then one day, or, I am travelling more then four hours then I will also ask for overnight accommodation be provided.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Check them out before they close,
Keep it kinky!
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
In the past few months I have been asked a lot of questions and discussions about non-monogamy. These have lead me to do some deep thinking on the topic, on what makes poly work or doesn't, what works for others and me. What I have found is that while my original blogs are still true, I found some ideas that I wanted to share.
I write the following towards established relationships that are looking to explore non-monogamy, or those that are single and looking for the joys of multiple relationships. I do this because it is very rare to find both of your partners at the same time, or more commonly, advice for the third party is absent in more literature that I have found.
Needs, we all have them, some are easy to fill, others are not. We can try to find one person that fills all those needs, or find someone that fills most of them and know that some will never be. On the other hand, if you had two or more partners to fill those needs, you would not need to find one person to fill them all. You could have some meet by one partner and the rest filled by the other. In the end, you have all your needs met, feel happier and more fulfilled.
These needs could be a bisexual that has to only be with a partner of one sex. It could be a hobby that you want to share, like biking or running, that you would like to have someone close to do that hobby with. Again, it also could be that you are the type of person that needs to be around people and having that other partner allows you to have be close to one of your partners at all times without smothering them.
Another part of non-monogamy that I feel gets left off is the "third", or the other partner since most (but not all) non-monogamous relationships are an established couple looking to bring in another. There are those that are poly from the get go and go into all there relationships knowing they are, but it has been my experience that they are less common.
That being said, one of the issues that I hear fairly often is that people that don't have time to date, or they feel they don't have the time to give to a relationship. While I can understand this, for those that feel they do not have enough time to give someone else in a relationship might find that being a partner to someone that is poly can give them that connection that they want, and as long as that time constraints are discussed and known before hand, can be rewarding to everyone. It gives that 3 year med student a relationship to call upon when needed, but also the knowledge that they do not feel they are neglecting that relationship.
Unfortunately, there was one dark mark that I wish to address. When in a non-monogamous relationship, you can not force it. If someone forces a poly relationship upon a partner that is not fully open and agreeing to it, animosity can happen. This animosity might not even be directed at the partner or the established relationship, but upon any person that is brought into the relationship. If there is animosity with in the partners, then there will be issues that will come up. If one of the partners is upset, then that has to be dealt with and should take priority over all else. For if these issues and animosities are not, then you will see one if not both of the relationships end. If there is any doubts, concerns, of even if you feel uneasy, sit down and talk about them. If your just uneasy, then talk about it but also remember that if this is new, any time you step outside your comfort zone that uneasiness is possible. So, DO NOT FORCE NON-MONOGAMY ON SOMEONE!
I know that there is so much more that I could write, but I will leave at this for now. As always comments and questions are welcome, and can be done anonymously. If you would prefer, you can always use the comment box to the right, or send your comments or questions directly to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Keep it kinky!