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My weekend at Tribal Fire.



"I need to see you do something less severe and more my speed."

The above is a quote from bootpig to me. She finds me a little scary... no... she is apparently very afraid of me.

Now, I want to put the quote in context. The above had bottomed to a scene that involved being cut many times by a knife. When I say a knife, I don't mean a scalpel or any such pansy nonsense, no, a razor sharp blade I'm one step away from being a murderer strapped onto the belt kind of knife. She then had those cuts hammered. When I say hammered, I don't mean in the colloquial "he hammered me with his fists." No. I mean the open wounds were then bashed by an honest-to-god bought in a home supply store steel hammer, resulting in blood spraying plastic sheets protecting us from them, or maybe vice versa.

And I'm the scary one????

That pretty much sets the flavor for my weekend.

I was worried about the weekend going in, as all my friends were going to be at IMsL (congrats Q!!!). So, to help tip the balance towards the fun side, I brought along my girl kathryntact, aka Girl Apertif, aka Girl Vegetable Side Dish. Such a good call. We had an amazing weekend together, full of laughs, lounging, fun and hard play, hot sex, dirty sex, and wonderful cuddling. It was a great, great, great weekend together. (Don't feel bad about those new nicknames... I flew home with the label "assmonkey" written on my arm.)

We spent a lot of time hanging out with and getting to know bootpig and whipmasterbob. This was definitely one of the greatest parts of the weekend. Two couples hanging out together, meshing together like yin and yang. With a little of Kathryn and I whispering to each other how fucking scary they are thrown in here and there. We all hit it off extremely well, and lots of laughs, play, and bewilderment was had.

My classes were great. I would estimate at least half of the attendees of my Incest Role Play class went back to their rooms to either fuck or masturbate... which is the intended goal. The caning class was unbelievably hot, and included a boy who was right up my alley (looks 16 and hairless... *moan*), and the hardest caning I have ever given Kathryn. I let the class vote on what they wanted - 101, or 201-301. There was only one vote for 101 - Kathryn of course. Her bruises were a wonderful piece of art all weekend long. Surviving Corporal was amazing - great attendees, I was on, the demo bottoms rocked, everything to perfection. And the foot torture inspired other techniques of foot play from two special attendees that made me blanche. I'm not going to even type it out here - I'm still recovering from even knowing what they did.

The hosts were wonderful. They throw a lovely, relaxing, yet intense play-filled event. The contest stuff was held off to the side so if you weren't interested in the pageantry, you could go off into the dungeons instead. I made use of that time.

I lost a few cherries this weekend. By far one of the coolest was standing on someone. As a part of a demo in a class, I was asked to put on my Wesco boots (due to their rough soles) and then stand on a bootpig lying on the floor. With some balancing assistance from the co-tops, I put one boot on her back, and one boot on her butt, and then started shifting my weight back and forth between each foot. It was a mix of surfing and sadism, and unbelievably hot. So much so that kathryntact had to try it ourselves that very evening. Much fun was had, and it will definitely happen again.

Now to end this story the way it begun. kathryntact and I watched that knife and hammer scene with a mix of fascination, dread, and lust. And we put our heads together (always a good strategy, between us we can scrounge up half a brain) and thought about what we could do. Viewing the above pair as "savages", we opted to be "pilgrims" and do our own more elegant version. We went back to our rooms, invited the savages over, and then sliced open her back with a scalpel, and then caned the marks until the far side of the bed had a drizzle of blood.

Yum.

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