March 9th, 2008 (04:01 am)
current mood: thoughtful
Journals can be such a pain in the ass. Then again, they can also be a place to reflect and I suppose this is a good thing. So I will reflect on leaving Las Vegas recently.
I returned recently from traveling through CA and NV. One of my stops was in Las Vegas for an opening function of the Libertine Dungeon and visit a close friend. It has been a while since I had been to Las Vegas and the scene there has changed quite a bit.. Beyond the blowed up casinos and the new ones that have taken there place is the BDSM community. Happily one of those changes is the opening of the Libertine Dungeon.
When I arrived at the dungeon I was in a very good mood. My hostess on my visit is a gracious host and the previous day I had been to a munch and met some really wonderful people. She had asked me to do a cutting for the event and it turned out very well. It was an image of a horse and woman in the Native American style that depicts a person's spiritual totem. Because I am close to the person this image turned out to be a very powerful one. It is my belief that you can reach spiritual and transcendent spaces in the worlds of body art and BDSM. A good connection between people certainly facilitates that.
The Libertine Dungeon has many theme rooms and they are fairly well appointed. A lot of thought went into it. When we arrived there were some nice people there and we socialized. The cutting was appreciated and as an artist that was very gratifying. More so was the happiness on my friends face at the admiration. A beautiful soul well adorned is a wondrous thing to behold and her pleasure brought me a great deal of joy.
They have a bar there what has a unique feature. A rack that may be used to decorate the bar with your favorite lovely. There was a very pleasant example of this as I bought my water so I could survive the activity of the evening. If ever the term oasis applied this mirage was certainly one that could have been fantasy. Yet it was not. Yum! I took a peek at the shower room and looking in my toy bag decided to file it for future reference and saw this really great rotating spit of a bondage bed that still has me intrigued. Unfortunately it has many intrigued and I was never able to use it. File that for next time also.
So finally I went upstairs and found a bondage frame. It called to me and said, hang some nice dollie up and good fortune and providence had provided me a very nice subject who could make my rope look good. She was a lovely subject and we moved slowly though a Takate-kote and she had lovely responses. When I strummed the rope she responded to its call, and we were in the zone. Though she had never been suspended, when it came time she eagerly leaned into and submitted to the rope. We began with partial suri and the dance of it was lovely. This woman was born to dance with rope and it was an honor to be her foist experience with partial and finally full suri. . She went up easily and was so at home in the rope there was plenty of time to be decorative and really enjoy the movement and feel of the rope and to express myself creatively. The visual impact was very pleasing. She was pleasing to behold. My rope was happy.
When I am wrapping rope there is a very cozy place of focus and the outside world falls away. My hands know the rope and are aware of her feel and when I open my mind the possibilities emerge. However, my eyes and mind are primarily held by the presence of my subject. When she breathed I could feel her life force and as I touched the desire came through in a wonderful burst of Qi. My ears delighted at her sighs. Her body moved with the rope, yet her spirit for the moment was still and blissful. he tie continued on and as we went I caressed and she responded. When it was complete I rocked the rope and the life of the tie took on movement, and as I stood back I realized many people surrounded us and there was applause. Should I say this did not please me? Humility is such a bitch (hopefully I have a good dose) ...I was honored as was she.
She flew for a while and her friends admired. We began again with touch, and proceeded to gentle impact. My bamboo canes came out and brought a gentle rhythm to the vibrations of the rope and then resonated on her body. I moved to bunched rattan brushes and she moaned blissfully.
It is my preference to do low suri though there is a trend to lift suspensions high for the visual impact, visibility, and messages from the little head. This allowed me here to really stay in contact. I rolled under her and continued to create sensations and her response was incredible. I had rigged a gag and as we proceeded she began to droll. Many people miss the aspect of humiliation and shame in bondage. It can be quite lovely and profound and though I did not sense debasement from her I reacted as did the audience. Yet, what was there in most part was beauty, in her reactions and in the rope. I came out from under her and inserted a Hitachi Magic Wand in the rigging. The vibrations went through the rope to her erogenous zones and to my amazement through the frame and to the floor. In a very palpable way the experience reached to include the people around us. Once again I swung her and she flew..it was "O" time. Ah hell she probably faked it but it was nice to watch.
So then came a violet want and I placed the body contact pad and explored tactile yumminess. She began to move and hinge in the rope and became very dynamic. The motion enhanced the flow of the scene and my energy jumped with her. It was really time to fly now. Gradually we subsided and it was time to return to Earth. Damn. We slowly unwound and lingered in a shared moment.
It was a good time.
This seems enough for now, yet there was much more in my trip to Las Vegas. Perhaps I will share more soon.