So, Pedestal has moved to a Friday. It’s just a day you may think but it will, I suspect, change the dynamic of the club (OK, this was actually suggested by someone I respect huge amounts).
Why You ask (or at leas I hope you are) will the dynamic be changed? Well, Pedestal has, for a long time now, been on a Thursday night even though, many years ago, it was actually on a Saturday. And, being on a Friday it means that people, generally, do not have to go to work the next day. The nature of the person who goes will change. Many, I am sure, of those who go to Pedestal do so because they are staying in London, on business etc. It gives them the chance to experience a very friendly Femme Domme club and still go to work the next day. By moving it to a Friday, You lose that. You suddenly become more viable for a lot of the regular London clubbers. You also start to conflict with other clubs that may also run on a Friday and of course, those Saturday clubs. Will you want to go to a club Friday and Saturday (of course you all cry out).
All that said, I am of course going to go. I shall once again be with Mistress and that in itself is a massive treat as we have not been out together for a long time. It is almost like going to Smack, back in the day. Friday nights were the best night and the after parties into the hours of Saturday morning just topped it off.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
In the last month, I have been to a couple of what are usually described at “Pay’n’Play” parties. It was interesting to see how different they were and how one worked brilliantly and one was a major let-down.
With the most recent party, it was a warm, friendly and a lot of fun. I knew some of the people there but not well having seen them at clubs etc or in one case done some filming. I did however know of the Mistresses and I have to confess that She was the main reason I went a for a long time I had wanted to play with Her. The party had been themed as "Tea and Strap-on” so that was right up my street, as they say. The other was a more random affair and was organised by a Mistress I know very well having been to many of her parties when she held them in London. This party in contrast was shambolic and in part that was down to the premises but mostly down to one of the other Mistresses. Here’s why.
In my experience, the best parties are not organised in respect of what happens during the party. They just have a flow about them and people pair off to play when it suits them or when invited. Party 2 failed on that account in so many ways. The “subs” were marched from room to room for the next “game” where we took it in turns to participate. The ratio was OK – 2:1 so that is never a bad thing but clearly some of the guys were not used to parties and found it somewhat intimidating I suspect. Whilst I am somewhat of an exhibitionist (understatement) clearly not all are like that and the thought of participating in games that may involve touching another man were abhorrent. But the real downer, the killer was a Mistress who was having her first party. I can only really describe her as a shouty Mistress and seemed to be in the early stages of Dominatrix Toxaemia and believed the best results were achieved by shouting at all and sundry no matter what. It had the effect of killing what little mood there was and made for a not successful night.
The other party, held very recently was, on the other hand a real success. The guys were all there to have fun and along with the 3 Mistresses, there were a number of couples who were in a D/s relationship at the party. No-one really had to shout and with only a couple of rooms to play in, there was always something going on where you were either participating or could watch if you so desired. For me, the 2nd party worked because it was so much more relaxed. It was for me a party where I got to finally give myself over to someone I long admired who ended up giving me an anal session I will remember for a long time! More of that at a later date I suspect.
I make no secret of the fact that I hate the cane. It is a deep rooted hatred, to the point I am prepared to walk away if told I am going to get it. It’s the physics involved in the blow. All that pressure in one small line across the arse cheeks is not for me I’m afraid. Now, a good hard flogging across the back and shoulders, or the sting of a single tail on the back – well that just sends me to a very happy place and one I love going to.
So, why do I mention this. Well I have also never made any secret that I have no issue with drugs and playing when under the influence creates a different dynamic to when fully sober and aware and here comes the point of this. The other night, when with some friends we decided to have bit of a play. Three people, one submissive (me) and two Dommes makes for a happy man, especially when one of the party is a very sexy TS.
We had already taken some chemicals, as that is the way we are. One thing lead to another and I found myself bound over a stool unable to move. I could hear much discussion and giggling when they both came into view and a cane in hand. They know my hatred and have always steered clear of it in the past. But now, if I wanted what I really wanted, I would have to take 18 strikes. No complaining, no swearing, just acceptance. Here’s the rub though. Being slightly high, as they say, I was happy to do pretty much anything to get what I wanted so said yes, bring it on.
Now, I am not going to say I enjoyed it but I was in a very different place under chemical influence than I would normally be with the result that I took 18 fairly hard strikes and duly got my reward! But did I enjoy it.. no. Not a single blow. I counted each one down knowing it was one less to to and now, as a result, have a striped arse that will take a week to heal.
Is there a moral here. Not really, but drugs do make you do the most stupid things at times and I am always lead by my cock and not my brain! At the end of the day, I had fun, got fucked and played with two great friends. What more can I ask for.
I was asked recently by someone who had read my blog how much of what I had written was true. I have to be honest that I was slightly taken aback by the question seemed to imply that I was either making up the content or, at the very least, exaggerating the reality. The fact is that all that have I written about, when I talk about events, rather than my thoughts of findom etc have happened. And this is only the stuff I write about! Over the years there has been a lot more that I have never written about, parties I have been to, events at clubs or in sessions that for a BDSM outsider would seem almost implausible and stuff of fantasy.
One of the real pleasures of the life I have, from a fetish and BDSM perspective, is that very few things are taboo and if you want to try something new there are always people who will indulge you, assuming that is that what you want is legal etc. There are certain things that I can never understand such as castration (I love my cock way to much) which seems to be quite a common request to Mistresses or scat. Big no no having lived with a micro-biologist for many years! Otherwise I am open to pretty much anything and never really stop looking for new experiences. Whether I then write about them or not is something that I tend to think about. There is a part of me still that steers clear of criticism about my activities. I know areas such as strangulation, breath control etc cause deep divisions within the BDSM community so I avoid talking about them for that reason. In the same way, I have strong views of BDSM and sex that run contrary to many others especially those involved in PD. But I respect those views and therefore keep mine private. So, the stuff I write about, the thoughts I have are all mine and have all happened. And long may they continue to be so. With some exciting events coming up in the next month or so, I will be writing more I promise.
Once again I found myself involved in one of my favourite activities, that of filming for a BDSM site, in this case The English Mansion. Without doubt, this is probably one of the best sites from the UK, if not globally and it is always a fun day filming with them.
For the first time I worked one on one with the renowned and wonderful Mistress Sidonia who introduced me to a new painful pleasure, that of anal whipping. In brief, after being secured to a whipping bench, additional straps were then used to pull my arse cheeks further apart, Mistress Sidonia commenced using a variety of single tails on my arse hole. The pain was, as expected, quite intense but it was one of those moments when I forget who else is there and sink very quickly into that which we call sub-space, the endorphins giving me a rush as the pain very quickly becomes pleasure. This is something I will repeat given the immense feelings it gave me. When pictures are made available, I will see if I can post some.
