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MsStarlett -> RE: Chasing the Whip Tease (4/11/2010 4:56:57 AM)
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I'm not normally one for naming names, but it doesn't seem like anyone who keeps up with this forum was at the convention the other week... so I'll blab. *giggle* It's actually kind of a funny story. First, let me explain that I only do one Lifestyle convention per year. To my knowledge, there are no BDSM clubs in the area and the local community didn't exactly accept me with open arms. Therefore, my opportunities for casual play are very limited.
That being said, my first two trips to Frolicon were unsuccessful at finding a play partner. That was mostly my own fault, I was trying to hard and looking in the wrong places. Plus I normally had my scowling husband in tow. Not the best way to meet a new toy.
Last year, I met a man on the convention staff on the last day of the show. He was not exactly 'my type' but he was friendly and expressed to me that "I do not feel pain. You can beat me all you want." Of course, by that time, the dungeon was closed and I was making my last rounds before leaving. We exchanged email addies and went on our merry way. We never contacted each other over the year.
I ran into Mr. "Can't feel Pain" on Friday night of the convention. We spoke, he confirmed that he still wanted to play, but was 'On duty' at the time, he would catch me later. Needless to say, we bumped into each other several times through the convention. He was very happy to be cuddly with me while we chatted with others in the hallways. He indicated that we could go down to the dungeon and I could "relax him" and then go up to his room where he could "relax me." I told him flat out that there would only be beatings. No sex. No sexual contact. No Queening. No alone time in a room. Period. After that, he was always busy running an errand or 'On duty' and just couldn't find any time to run down to the dungeon. But I did SEE and HEAR him using the exact same lines on my girlfriend who was a first timer at the convention. HORNY Whip Tease! Little did he know that SHE was even LESS likely to give him the 'after care' he was looking for. I pulled her aside and filled her in. We both ignored him after that.
While that one was still being all wishy washy, my eye fell on another staffer. A big burly guy with tattoos and sweet, almost childlike eyes. I always did like big men, so this one had me way more excited than any of the other prospects I had seen. He seemed to have a desire to play, but said that any Domme who wanted to play had to be 'OKed' by his friend... but we never seemed to find the time to get that meeting arranged.
By Saturday night, I was a little frustrated by this cat and mouse game that my two staffers were playing. "Wanting to play, but always an excuse." I don't remember exactly how it happened, but a younger, less desirable skinny boy fell into my lap. He was new and looking to experiment. He was a touch annoying and bratty but pliable. I asked him if wanted to go down to the dungeon and he said "Sure! Let's go." Done & Done. He said he wanted to try electrical play, so we circled back up to the room for my violet wand, found a spot in the dungeon by a wall and he happily stripped down and jumped on a table.
My aforementioned girlfriend later told me that SHE had tried to work with the same boy on Friday night and had rejected him for being annoying, talking to much and topping from the bottom. I actually enjoyed working the boy over as he seemed very eager to try a bit of everything in the bag. Understanding that he was new and didn't know his limits, I thought he did very well. He took quite a beating along the way. He didn't exactly call a safe word, but he did comment when things were getting a bit more than he could handle. He didn't even complain when I opened up a few small wounds where she and I both had 'wrap around' trouble on his left shoulder. Skinny boys are so frail! After he had had about enough beatings, he was sitting up having a breather when my Burly prospect walked up. I was totally willing to say "Your done! Get lost." to the skinny boy and strap down the big 'un for some REAL fun!
I was actually petting and stroking the youth when the staffer approached. I have no idea if he actually saw me working on the boy earlier as I don't normally pay attention to on lookers. He had a bit of that "Deer in the Headlights" look when he caught my eye. Have to admit that I love that. It's so HAWT! I asked him if he had come for his turn. He said, in a rather shakey voice, "No. I'm still just sort of looking around taking it all in. And we still don't have permission from my friend." OK. I was a touch unhappy about that answer. "Whip Tease #2!" went through my head. Then I pushed my willing toy back down and opened up the toy bag to find another entertaining way to torture him. Must admit that I enjoyed that boy quite a bit.... as long as I was working on him.
Happily, Sunday morning after the bags were packed but had not been taken down to the car, a friend grabbed me and told me that the Burly Security guy was looking for me. His Domme friend was in Ops waiting to meet me. I came into the room laughing "Hi! I'm the one running around calling your friend a 'Whip tease'." She laughed at that and said "He's not really! He wants to play, but I told him that I had to approve potential partners." Apparently, she had already heard about me through the grape vine because she barely spoke to me before giving her OK. She called the man on her cell to tell him where I was waiting for him. She was a lovely woman. She was only concerned that her friend not get hooked up with the 'Wrong' Domme as so many would have actually HURT him. The burly boy and I had a lovely, though short, chaperoned session up in my room.
One was a whip tease, the other was not. I doubt that 'chasing' them ever actually turns out. But sitting back and allowing them to come to you apparently does work out well sometimes.
**** Oh! And as for those who Flake after the first session, my longest running boy Wall-e pulled that one on me as well. We had corresponded via CM, email, phone calls, etc for almost a year before he managed to visit. (I'm in TN, he's in PA - sort of a long way to travel!) Then he got all guilty and "Left the Lifestyle" for almost three months. Since he came crawling back, he has been my most loyal, generous and faithful boy.
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