What’s your fetish, what gets your rocks off? For me it’s anything author related especially those who write about fetish, kink or leather. How did I find this out?
Well, now that is where this story begins ….
I have been fortunate to have a recent visitor to our shores from the US captive on many a car ride over the past week. From the moment we met and discovered we had mutual friends in the US, I have been fascinated by the stories that have been shared with me.
Let me share one with you…
My gorgeous friend Eve Minax, who almost 14 years ago changed my life with a book – The Ethical Slut by Dossie Easton and Janet Hardy (though my copy has Janet’s nom de plume Catherine A Liszt). Eve continues to send me messages about people who are coming out to Oz and who to go see, as a result of one of those times my world shifted again this week!
You see, a couple years back Eve told me to go seethe amazing author of Urban Tantra Barbara Carrellas at the former Pleasure Salon Australia. I met Barbara, and gave her a message from Eve, which got the response “Get the Fuck out, you know EVE?!” in true New Yorker style! From that moment, we were bonded. Not through the fact that we are both authors, but through the fact that we have kinky author friends.
So when PhoenixB of Seattle, Washington told me (post play mind you) that Barbara is His sister… I almost came on the spot! They are family, in the sense of those that are bonded across the divide in a leather way. Its cellular, not blood or an accident of birth, it’s something that happens in the community when connections are strong. Phoenix has been around the Kink / Leather scene for so many years that the people’s stories I have merely read about; He’d been fortunate to be a part of them.
Over the past week, I don’t think Sir realised how much it affected me as He talked about His stories, mentioning other people who were there, and some of the authors that I have on my very special bookshelf in my office came up in amongst those conversations too!
On his last play night in Melbourne, the event was Klub Kunst, the last of the Oz Kink Fest parties and one of the more exclusive HARD CORE play parties in the Melbourne Scene. So much fun and play had happened and I was a soft little ball of fluffy joy snuggling up to Him. I was rather uncomfortable on the rack bench, but I was with Sir, so, it was not really an issue. I turned and made mention of the fact that it would be great to sit up there – shrugging over my shoulder to the saddle and horse; but HE didn’t see the saddle, or the horse. It was the lunging whip that drew His focus.
Now let me say, I don’t like canes or crops, but I actually own one of these whips and quite enjoy the different aspects of what it can and has done on others I’ve used it on. I don’t ‘see’ it as a cane. Or a crop. So I was OK when He started across my thighs with it tap, tap, tapping it in a rhythmic way. In a gentle voice he leaned in and whispered,
“Lift your skirt.” tap, tap, tap..tapety tap.
I did. Tap, tap, tap…
“Do you like canes?” tap, tap
“Not really, Sir.” Tap tap… tap
“But I want to leave you with something to remember me by?” tap tap …
“I already have something” thinking of the beautiful scarification he had done on my ankle the night before and the aching in my cunt from having his fist up me only an hour earlier!
“Ahhh, but this is for me.” tap, tap, tap WHACK!
“Yes, Sir” tap, tap, tap …
“So, do you know who taught me to cane?” tap, tap, tap, tap…
“No, Sir” tap tap, tap…
Well it was about that point that I nearly lost my ninth orgasm for the night! But it wasn’t over yet.
He decided to tell me in great detail the where and when those lessons were learned, I started to shake and shudder, the rhythm was unpatterned and I couldn’t hold onto my orgasm, I came, calling RED after what felt like about 30 minutes of ministrations, but I know it was a lot shorter than that.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I think He might have had an idea that ‘author porn’ was a fetish for this fetish author!