The real-life adventures of a girl who is willing to try just about anything.

hot wax

Exactly what I needed

Saturday night I went to the best play party I have ever attended. Wow.

It was a holiday party for one of my local FetLife groups and it was a relatively fancy event. It was held at a local restaurant and we had a delicious buffet dinner. During the last part of dinner we had a show that included an award and title-winning local female impersonator (drag queen), an award and title-winning male illusionist (drag king), and a burlesque performance that included yours truly.
For our first performance, we did a routine to “Hanky Panky” by Madonna. For our second performance, which was the show finale, we used a two song medley that was the first half of “Express” and the second half of “Show Me How You Burlesque” by Christina Aguilera from the movie Burlesque. For the most part, we followed the same choreography as in those videos, especially “Hanky Panky”. For Express-Show Me Burlesque, it was more of an “inspired by” routine. None of us had any prior dance experience, so we had to keep it simple. It was a blast.
Participating in this show was something that really pushed my limits and was way outside my comfort zone. I’ve done a lot of things in public that most other people would never dream of almost without batting an eye. Get naked? Get my ass beat? Get some hot wax thrown on me? Fuck, be fucked? Put my junk on a sex blog for all of the internet to see? Give a speech? Stand-up comedy? No problem! Try to dance and be sexy in front of a crowd of people I barely know??? ~sound of the needle being dragged off a record and then silence~ WHAT??? Nuh uh, no way.
I don’t talk about it often and it would probably be shocking to for most people who know me, but I have some body and self-confidence issues. It’s not that I necessarily dislike my body size or find it to be unattractive. But I tend to be very clumsy, I trip over my own feet (or nothing at all), and I don’t have a lot of rhythm. I can’t even do the Electric Slide, people! I’m also terribly out of shape. On top of all that, I am a perfectionist and my own worst critic. I can’t stand doing something if I can’t do it to my (unreasonably high) standards for myself. It’s something I’ve explained more thoroughly in my blog post about my first (and so far only) pole dance fitness class. (Sorry for the shameless self-promotion there, hehe.)
Participating in the show with these amazing ladies and getting such a wonderful reaction from the crowd was exactly the boost that I needed. I don’t think I’ll be coming down from this cloud for a long while. I can’t even being to thank them. There just aren’t enough words. I am forever in their debt.


After the show and a brief period of setup, the play party began. So much happened last night that it all seems kind of a hazy blur. There were many highlights, however. 
The first one being my time on the hot wax table. My love of hot wax is pretty thoroughly documented here on this blog. It was my gateway kink, for sure. I was waxed before I ever got the first smack from any implement. And my first experiences definitely set the bar. That was 15 years ago. I had a falling out with that waxer way back then and have been looking for someone to recreate the experience for a long time. I’ve never had a bad waxing, because almost all hot wax is good wax to me, but truly nothing has ever come close. Until Saturday night. Not only did my new friend meet the bar, she shot so far over that I can’t imagine anyone will ever break that pole-jump record. HOLY. FUCK. It was beyond a shadow of a doubt the most intense wax session I have EVER had. If I didn’t know any better, I would say I came at least 5 or 6 times. A spectator said that he just wanted to set up a sound recorder and forget ever watching porn again, because he could just listen to that instead. Her technique was just incomparable. And like Prince (not him in that link, but it’s an amazing performance by a tribute artist) said, “I can’t tell you what she did to me, but me body will never be the same.” I wish I could’ve taken a picture of what my hair and makeup looked like. Imagine a lion with raccoon eyes and you might have some clue.

The next wasn’t even a scene or anything. After the wax, I needed to sit down and try to get my head together again. Sitting at the table in only my panties, garter belt, and stockings, Roland started lightly running his fingers all over me and teasing my nipples. I was so extremely sensitized from the hot wax that barely 2 minutes had passed before I was moaning and writhing in the chair, calling all sorts of attention to myself. For approximately the next hour or so, I was teased and tortured by him and several passers-by. When it was over I was a giggling puddle of goo who could barely lift her head off the table. I was a hot mess, for sure.

Once I recovered from that, I had a very long conversation with a wonderful lady who will be opening a kink-friendly bar in the next few months. While not the same as having a local dungeon, she will be hosting once or twice monthly private play parties on a membership-only basis. I actually think that this is even better than having a local dungeon! I also discussed with her the possibility of having a meetup akin to (or part of?) Erotic Meet and Filthy Mouths and Evil Tongues! Who knows, maybe we’ll even get a regular burlesque show, too!

For a while after that I meandered around the party, excitedly watching so many hot scenes, and mingling with friends new and old.

The finale of the evening was a group scene including me, another sub, and at least two different tops. The other sub is a good friend of mine who’d been begging me for a beating for quite some time. She was tied to the Cross and I took turns with the other tops giving her smacks and swats. Then I spooned her against the cross while I got some whacks and floggings of my own. As I was getting my beating, I continued to play with her by torturing her nipples, dragging and digging my nails into her flesh, and biting her all over her neck, back, and shoulders. I had forgotten how much I like to bite and chew on others! When the top was done beating me, I stepped away to give her a thorough ass spanking with a paddle that I absolutely loathe, but she apparently loves, both because it hurts like a motherfucker. I can’t wait to see what her ass looks like today, because I can’t imagine it’s not purple. Her neck and shoulders as well, for that matter.

Roland’s paddle, with which I have a love/hate relationship.
He loves it, I hate it.

Sadly not long after that, it was time for the fun to end as it was closing time. I gathered up all of my things (which were strewn about from one end of the place to the other), said my goodbyes, and we headed out into the densly foggy night. Despite the damp chill of the night, I was warm and fuzzy from head to toe, inside and out. I was relaxed, nothing but contented sighs, smiles, and giggles.

On the way home we stopped for a yummy breakfast at IHOP that was probably the yummiest food I have ever had, including a gingerbread hot chocolate that was to die for! And blueberry pancakes. Mmmm…

The evening was capped with the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time. Roland fucked me hard while calling me his slut and his whore. I was so satisfied that I did not get up to do my nighttime toilette. I just rolled over with mussed hair, smeared makeup, stockings still on, and cum oozing from my pussy, and passed out.

I’ll tell you, there is no better high in life than the one that involves no substances at all, but that uses your body in all the ways it’s supposed to be used. Endorphins are my anti-drug. It was a perfect night from start to finish. And it was exactly what I needed.

TMI Tuesday – Pain and Pleasure

This week’s TMI Tuesday theme and questions come from Bi and Bi.

Pain and Pleasure

1. Which do you enjoy more in bed, pain or pleasure?
I enjoy a combination of both. I am fond of saying that I don’t actually like pain, that I like intense sensation. To me there is a definite distinction, because pain hurts. That being said, sometimes I like when it hurts so good. I really can’t clarify it more than that.

2. Do you like being tickled during sex? Where?
To be quite honest, I loath it. However, I dare you to tell my pussy that. I get positively soaked! Roland has recently discovered that he loves to tickle me during sex and/or during pain play. He especially likes to alternate tickles with swats or bites. It completely confuses my brain and renders me useless! All I can do is laugh and moan. Terrible, I tell you!

3. Have you ever used feathers during sex?
I have had a small feather tickler for a while now but haven’t used it very often. Unfortunately it seems like all of those things fall apart in bits. So little pieces of feather fluff end up all over the place and inevitably get on my face, which causes my face to itch and results in sneezes. NOT sexy!

4. Do you like to be blindfolded during sex? Why?
It’s not something I’ve done very often, which I hereby think I need to rectify, because I actually do enjoy being blindfolded. Having to rely on senses other than sight can be quite exciting. Not knowing what your lover is going to do next can be exhilarating as the anticipation builds!

5. Have you ever used cold or heat as part of your sex play? What provided the cold or heat?
I have used both, but not really as a component of sex play. I am VERY fond of hot wax play coupled with ice. The alternating hot/cold is one of the yummiest experiences I’ve ever had!

6. Do you enjoy being spanked, giving spankings, or both?
YES! 😀 You can see/read details of this all over my blog. There’s even a label/tag for it. 😉

7. Do you have a safeword? Have you ever used it?
I don’t have one specific “stop” safeword. We use the “safety lights”: green for more, yellow for ease off/slow down, red for stop. I have never needed to use any of those, personally, in any of my play time. I’ve been fortunate to be with tops who were able to read my body language well enough to not push me too far beyond what I can take.

Bonus: Tell us in 3-4 sentences the most painful or pleasurable sexual experience you have had.
My sexual experiences, especially pleasurable ones, run far and wide. There’s no way I could detail just one. Definitely not in only 3-4 sentences. I can obviously not do anything in such short order.
I will tell you, though, that the most painful experience I’ve ever had (on purpose) was a 55-minute session with a Violet Wand. It was sheer torture, and not in the good way! Afterward everyone, including the administrator, had no idea how much I hated every minute of it, because I was writhing and moaning as if I loved it. When I explained that I didn’t like it at all, everyone asked why I continued. My reason was manifold: I trusted the top and knew that he would not do anything to damage or harm me; I knew that he would stop at any moment that I asked him to; I knew that it would not last forever; and I wanted to prove to myself that I could endure it. I am glad that I tried it, but I will never repeat it!
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Happy TMI Tuesday!

Sinful Sunday – Melted again

Last night, I had an incredible hot wax session, the likes of which I haven’t had in years.

one T with sprinkles, please
adding in some black

each drip was like liquid fire

what you’re missing here are the great sound effects

scraping away the wax made me giggle

The goal was to cover my back with different colors and then cover those colors with a layer of black. She wanted to scrape through the black to the color like a crayon art scratch board. Unfortunately, the technique did not work as she planned. So—darn!—we’ll have to try it again in the future with a different technique.

Posted in participation with Sinful Sunday, hosted by Molly’s Daily Kiss.

Click below to see who else can be spread like butter this Sunday.
 

Sinful Sunday – Melted like butter

Yesterday was my local BDSM munch (for those that don’t know, it’s a social get together in a public place for newbies to meet online group members face to face) and afterward there was a party. I got to play demo dolly for a hot wax/sensual massage. She did my front and back and the only complaint I could possibly have was that there was not more wax involved.

me + wax = puddle of goo

blissed-out
if I’d had my way, there’d be none left in the jar!

Posted in participation with Sinful Sunday, hosted by Molly’s Daily Kiss.

Click below to see who else has been melted down this Sunday.
 

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