Nov 9, 2014

MIR 2014, Part 2

As I approached Chicago and saw the cities beautiful skyline, I finally knew my ideal was over. The festivities could begin. When I left the terminal, Sir was waiting for me. It was the most comforting thing I had seen in weeks. Our first stop was food. Having been stuck in an airport that was essentially closed all night, I hadn't eaten anything all night but the complimentary cookies I was given on my flight. Once we had a solid breakfast, we headed to our friends place to rest. Sir's flight from the previous night was also very delayed, so they got little sleep that night as well.

Upon arrival, Sir and I went down for a "nap" before getting a much needed shower and heading over to the Center on Halstead, where the event was being held. We all just went in cotton since my bags had not yet arrived on the flight that I was supposed to be on. After a quick tour of the market, we headed towards the airport to pickup my bag, hoping that it made it to its final destination. Luck was on my side when we saw it sitting with a grouping of other bags from my canceled flight.

Finally with rubber, we headed back to our friends place to get ready for the night. I had a brand new short suit, red and silver, that I was dying to get into. Eventually, it was getting late, so we headed back to the Center to join the action. By that time, the market was closed but the cocktail party had begun before the competition. After some socializing, we headed in to watch the competition. This was actually a first for me. This was my second MIR, and I had been to one MAL and three IML's, but I had never actually watched the competitions. I was pleasantly surprised. I won't lie, I fell asleep for a few minutes towards the end, but can you blame me? I had gotten about an hour of sleep during the previous 40 hours. It had nothing to do with the show.

After the contest, we headed down the street to Steamworks. I've known about this place for years, but had never been. In fact, I had never been to a bathhouse before. The experience certainly taught me a lot about myself and my interests in exhibitionism. I enjoy an exhibitionist streak. When in the mood, I can enjoy being watched by others. I learned very quickly that this only applies when I allow it. I found myself very uncomfortable when I discovered hidden eyes peaking at me and Sir through holes. On the whole, the experience was awesome, and I am looking forward to going back. I found it to be a fantastic place to both relax and... 'exercise'.

It was a very late night, but regardless of that, Sir and I were up and at it before we planned on being awake. After an amazing lunch, we headed back to our friends place to get rubbered up. This time, I was in my new catsuit. This was my first time in a rubber catsuit; something I had been looking forward to for years. I loved it! The feeling was incredible. We spent some time in the market before returning home to pack and rest a bit before or journeys home. Prior to heading to the airport, we spent an hour at a bar, enjoying a drink and each other's company.

Despite the rocky start, the trip ended up being incredible, although far too short. I can't wait for next year, where I will definitely plan for more time!

Nov 1, 2014

MIR 2014, Part 1

The weekend started terribly.

I flew up with connecting flights. Weather cropped up at my connecting airport, which led to about 30 minutes in a holding pattern. It was annoying, but I still had plenty of time before my next flight. After holding for that amount of time, our pilot announced that we had depleted our fuel reserves and that we had to land at an airport in a different state, 40 minutes away. When we landed, we were told that a fueling truck was on its way, and we just had to wait our turn, as there was one other plane that had arrived before us that required fuel as well.

Nearly an hour and a half painfully ticked by before the fuel trucks finally arrived. Fortunately, they sent a truck for each plane, rather than just one. During this time, I watched my next flights estimated departure pushed back, hoping that against all odds, it will be delayed long enough for me to get to the right airport and board with the other passengers. It's strange. This is the first time in my life that I've ever actually wanted my flight to be delayed.

Almost 3 hours after landing, we were finally back in the air. We landed in the time we were old it would take. Fortunately, my next flight was delayed just enough for me to make it. I rushed clear across the airport to make it to a different concourse. Out of breath, I made it to my gate before anyone had started boarding, only to hear an announcement that they were having personnel issues, and there may not be a crew available to work the flight. There was a possibility that it would be cancelled, leaving me stuck.

It was canceled.

The airline booked me on a set of connecting flights the following day that would put me in at 3 pm. That was NOT good enough. My weekend with Sir was already short as it was. I wasn't going to lose almost a full day on top of that. I had to bite the bullet and book a last minute flight with another airline that would get me in at 9am. So here I am... Spending the night on an airport bench with nothing but my phone, my tablet, and the shirt on my back. I've been awake for 21 hours and I doubt that I'll be getting any sleep until I'm boarded and in my seat.

Oct 4, 2014

A New Chapter

This past weekend was a big weekend for Sir and I. While we have settled into our roles when around only each other, this weekend presented the first opportunity to see how things worked while surrounded by a large group of kinky friends, many of whom we both wish to play with.

I've known for years now that I eventually wanted to have a Sir. Not a Sir who turns into your pal when the scene is over, but a Sir that I could be dedicated to and expect the same dedication to me in return. Knowing that I wanted this, I've questioned just how doable it is when I have the desire to have a diverse range of kinky experiences with an equally diverse group of kinksters. Between my kink life and my relationship with my Sir, I always felt that one would likely end up detracting from the other.

With the kink community and play being very important to both of us, we agreed that we must work out exactly what our limits are when it comes to playing with others. This is a subject that we have both put a lot of thought into. We agreed that while we both belong to each other, we both need the ability to play with others. In most instances, play is allowed with permission from the other. We have both agreed that permission will likely be granted in a majority of cases unless issues of safety, health, or threats to our relationship status are present.

With both of us being intelligent and responsible adults, issues of health and safety don't concern us as much as threats to our relationship status. Our biggest fears come in the form of jealousy. This weekend was an excellent test of our commitment to each other.

We aced it.

As it turns out, you can have your cake and eat it too. Sir and I have the utmost respect and love for each other. At the end of the day, we end up back in each others arms with huge smiles on our faces. What more could you ask for?

And so begins a new chapter in my kink life.

Sep 6, 2014

Sir in DC

Last weekend brought another trip to see Sir, but this time, it was in DC. I had only been to DC on one other occasion during MAL. Due to the nature of that event, I didn’t get much of a chance to explore the city and its many sights. I got to see a lot more this time around. Even without a huge interest in history or politics, the city really is an interesting place with a beautiful blend of traditional and modern themes.

Aside from the tourist attractions, Sir and I had an incredible weekend, where we worked to further refine the roles that define our relationship. I was also honored to help him break in a new cane and flogger that had not been used yet. Flogging is something that I have only done one a couple previous occasions, neither of which were in serious scenes or with Sir. Since it was the first time I’ve been flogged in a serious manner, it was a much different experience: One that I have a newfound interest in.

Aug 7, 2014

Think I'll Go to Boston...

Just over a year ago, I met 'Radioactiv' at IML. Since then, he has helped me explore new areas of kink and submission, and we quickly built a bond. Shortly after IML this year, a relatively normal online chat became something more: A commitment.

When playful subtext faded into serious conversation, something clicked. He became my Sir, and I his slave. I couldn't be more thrilled about it. While unexpected, this is a relationship that I've been curious about for years. There was no question about it during the moments of its beginning: I'm ready for this. I've been ready for this.

After lengthy conversations regarding our roles, what they meant, and what they afforded us, we decided to plan for me to visit him. That trip has come and unfortunately gone, but man, what a trip it was. For the first time in a long time, my submission meant something. It had a purpose.

It's indescribable.

The only way I can describe the weekend is “perfect”. While some times were painful, and others uncomfortable, they were to please Sir. I know I achieved that goal, so I couldn’t be happier.