My dear friend and I journeyed to Edmonton for Lupercalia, an event organized by Edmonton O Society for kinky adults. We have been saving our pennies in order to attend and have been horribly excited/apprehensive about attending.
We drove all day, of course, but finally reached the hotel, frantically readied ourselves for the first event...
The event was... Amazing.
I have been long overdue for an adventure. Besides having a zillion heart attacks just getting to the Raddison, due to things like city traffic, lol, i have never travelled with this pal. So that in itself was a lovely adventure, thankfully we came home with a stronger friendship, not a ruined one
It is amazing to be able to talk freely about some of our own
adventures, and to know that neither is judging the other and that we
get the dynamics of play, even if your preferences and styles are much
different on some levels. The first night was the Luper, the Roman Festival. My pal is amazingly lady . I spent maybe thirty bucks and she made these kick*ss togas. The shoulder strap is actually little handcuffs from a belt she dismantled.
There was penis toss, Cock Racing (you have to put a rubber chicken between your knees and race around the pylons.. with a chicken hat on.. very...um.. hilarious to watch),and many other fun booths.
We never made it to a booth ourselves, but truly, we were pretty overwhelmed watching. Some of the togas were incredible! They had their contest, my dear friend was awarded 'honorable mention' for the female garment (hers is just like mine but purple and she LOOKS the part.) There was a parade to the 'dungeon' and we got to browse the 'market'.
We wandered the market, people were incredibly friendly without that meat market feel. No pressure. There were neat things there. Of course all kinds of spanking things, from ooooooh!!!! to HOLY SHIT NOT EVER!!!!
I bought some really cheap stuff (little mini things, cuz they are cute and collected cards from many of the vendors. I have a wish list like you have never seen! There was this awesome band there, the music is awesome sex music (not sure if that is a girl thing, a bdsm thing or if that makes sense to you, but the music is very... yummy) I bought one CD and my pal another.
OOOH and a pile of books!!
There was this amazing stall with all these rope chokers with bells, amazing wooden paddles that are made from exotic woods and we spoke with those vendors at length. Amazing people! Another lady makes corsets to fit, but they are out of my student budget at the moment. There was another booth with all sorts of floggers with lovely goth look, chains on the braiding of the handles and so forth. We stopped and got some mouthy Tshirts from another vendor, browsed the many floggers, paddles, collars, you name it.
Then we slowly and timidly headed into the dungeon. (Dungeon rules are no penetration at all, so keep that in mind as you read my take)
It was kinda ... empty.
BUT OMG!!!
A bit of overload, really. You walk in and first, there is sound. The sound of spankings, moaning, squealing, giggling, chains moving, leathery sounds, rustling of vinyl from costumes, the whimpers and mewling that you know... seems to come with sexual activity. It took me a few minutes to process the sounds...
Then you start to take in what you are seeing...People tied to St. Andrew Crosses, nude, partially nude and mostly nude. People in cages, people bent over desks, strapped to tables and benches... I nearly swooned at it. All those sounds, such an amazing thing, to stand there and voyeur like that.
Sir RK was lavishing his stylish attention on his lovely slave, whom I had just met, and that also was a treat.
We were pretty exhausted and overwhelmed and did not stay long that night....
DAY TWO
We were jolted out of our exhausted sleep about 430 in the morning as the previous occupants of our room had kindly left the alarm clock set for us. I swear I turned it off after the first piercing alarm, yet it came back on after a short period of time... So I wrestled with that, ha!
We headed off to classes for nine in the morning, still tired but excited! The presenters were incredible, the course content as amazing! I had a lovely time learning new things, having some of my core beliefs challenged, gaining insights into my own cognitive processes, sensory processing and seeing the many friendly people who are demonstrating in so many ways, that they have such caring and respect for their playmates/partner. The open acceptance on the part of the volunteers, presenters and event goers was amazingly lovely.
We had classes all day, managed to do a tiny bit of browsing, and I hogged the bathroom in an attempt to be ready for the Libertine Ball.
The ball was a riot, the performers were amazing and the costumes were incredible!!!
My favorite costume was the lady in the horse get up, in which her heals were without the post, the costume was amazing and watching her and her partner parade her about was incredibly amazing. Wow. The time training for that and wow...just wow.
WE did go back to the dungeon, we were going to do pictures and that sorta got waylaid. We watched RK and f play a bit, and then RK and sc a bit, then poor RK was gracious enough (and his lovely f gracious enough) to help me onto the bench and provide me with a very lovely time.
I was spaced out for the majority of it, but I am aware that he cycled through his many implements, and some of them certainly were attention grabbing. He is lovely at being able to pick things up or slow them down based on body language which was lovely too. As I had my cycle I even got to keep my knickers mwahahahaha.
I am terrified of the damned cane, after the last fiasco, but he pushed those limits the teeniest bit, and it was all fine. He calls that damned thing a dragon cane. I have a love hate relationship with canes. The very thought makes me more than terrified, but they are also orgasmic... If I can ride the wave-but tears follow... bah and yum, hey...
I bounced out of there, barely touching the ground, mulling over the many things, both from playtime and classtime, and staggered into our room to find that the Undiscovered had pizza and beverages for me!!! How amazing is that!?! I ate like a piglet, passed out like a child, lol. Life was good.
Day Three
We managed to sleep in, only because Undiscovered had reminded me about the alarm, lol. She set her cell phone too, so we got up on time! Classes were lovely, brunch was a bit awkward as I am way more comfy typing than talking lol. But we ate with M, R and a stranger, and RK and f joined us after a bit. We were all loosing that shine of energy and excitement as day three wore on. Everyone was so sleepy. I was starting to not feel great (partly my own fault, I was hanging out with Undiscovered, who is a smoker, and I kept going into the smoking room with her. Silly me, of course, as I am no longer used to that feeling..)
Still, we managed to power through. We had dinner with RK f and another couple (sorry, I can't remember your names) and pretty much just took our time. We missed the round table, but I didn't care at that point.
The lovely f asked if I would co-top RK which was very exciting. He seemed edgy about it, so I happily volunteered to let him paddle me silly first -poor f had already had two nights in a row on the receiving end and besides, she looked amazing in her corset dress... (and I am a glutton, I admit it!) So I happily climbed on a bench, and alternated between orgasmy lovely fun, that subspace almost napping relaxation, tears for that damned ruler and the meany followed with the cane (could tell he wanted to be sure that i was not gentle when his turn came, truly.... lol.... ok I am fibbing.. It was all very lovely, barely any struggling-and that was more out of fear. I DID manage to ride the last half of each set and I think, well I know, that I get the love RK has for the cane.. OMG intense orgasm if you can just... just... ride the pain instead of fight it... and it doesnt stop ... mean mean cane) I did oh so NOT want him to stop, but alas, my turn was over.. Not sure I had any more moisture left in me either, so likely was a good call on his part.
Besides, he knows I have been uh... out of the loop as it were, and thus oh so out of practice.After I had my land legs back, f got RK into this leather hood (what a neato contraption!!) and we got him tethered nicely to the bench. I was nearly bouncing in excitement... It was fun to watch RK react to our teamwork, but I had to speak up, as I am aware of RK's world reknowned "leather ass" and that we were being way too gentle.
I did some lovely poking, and finally decided that a game was in order. So we played the game called, "Angel is a sadistic top and will use this faster and harder until you VERBALLY acknowledge that she has achieved a rating of 6 or more on the 1-10 scale of ouch.
I could see that lovely f was startled by the vigor needed to achieve a mere 6 from her beloved RK. It is different for each of us, I know... But I was very surprised that he had broken the very first rule he taught me.
YEARS ago, RK is the one that told me that as a bottom it was MY responsibility to be very HONEST-even when it was difficult for my pride. That if things were too gentle, I had to say so. That this is part of the whole process of two people learning how to scene together. So I scolded and lectured, paddled and flogged, got f to do the same, until we got a few tens.
It was yummy. YUMMY!!! I was grinning and giggling and having way too much fun. YUM!!Then, sadly it was over, aftercare left us glowy, I cleaned up the bench, f cleaned up the toys and we all parted ways.
I again staggered up to the room, fell face first on the bed and slept the night through.
Day four
Undiscovered had ordered me pizza the night before (I missed in in teh after glow) and scolded me for not eating in her very caring and gentle way. We managed to pack up, giggle and talking, and tried to leave the city.
As I am a pathetic co-driver and as we exited the parking garage in the wrong spot, we ended up driving around Edmonton a couple of times before she found the way out (Thanks RK for the texting directions, lol... We did nearly go to Saskatchewan... I know...) I was laughing so hard as she was being so very sassy to RK's texts (funny how brave us submissive are when we are in a car headed home, lol... Did I get that quote about right Undiscovered??) For a gal who avoided all spanking times in the dungeon she was sure full of sass, which made me laugh harder and thus our exit from town took considerably longer than it should have.
It is good to be home, my tush is fine, thanks! Amazing what ice and vitamin E can do for a gal. Funny enough, but my shoulder hurts more, although I was somewhat uncomfortable seated in the car.
We talked most of the way home, giddy over it all, really.
A lovely event. I will be going next year too.
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