While life is not about material things, some material things, such as those found here, are delightful anyway.
Both my flogger and cane were purchased from the vendors who made them, although they do have or may have other items which are stocked from suppliers.
Pocket Squares for flagging in custom fabrics finished by
Make It Sew (Rutland, Vermont)
Houndstooth, maroon and purple sequin fabrics for flagging from
Rope from Rope Extremes
Flogger from Dominance Loving Leather
Rainbow Acrylic Cane from KJ Canes
If you order from these folk, let them know you heard of them from Krystale.
After a rocky start on Saturaday morning, I made it to Portsmouth, NH for the Seacoast Kinky Con and only missed the first class period. It was quite a long drive for me, but the roads I used in NH were fairly smooth sailing, except some delay in roadwork after the toll.
Like so many cities, Portsmouth contained at least this one long stretch of massively commercialized properties. There was so much to see that there's so much to miss. Once found, the Frank Jones Center is easy to find again, but before that, it's a challenge. I'd been circling, lost, until I recognized DragonScott in a passing car and turned to follow him.
The parking situation was adequate, although the parking slips were insanely narrow.
There was a "security dog" at the door, adorable in fur paws available from one of the vendors inside, with matching ears and a fluffy tail who won best pet at the end of the weekend. There was a sandwich baggie of puppy biscuits taped to the door. Upon closer inspection, they were Scooby Snacks dog biscuit shaped, I think, graham crackers.
As is common and understandable at these sorts of events, a liability waiver is required to be signed at the door before you can enter the event, even before you pay for your ticket. Sixty dollars for a two day pass to all these classes seemed pretty reasonable to me. I am unsure if preordering tickets would have saved me any money, by the time my money cleared on Friday, online ticket sales were closed. The website said you MAY be able to buy tickets at the door. MAY was bold, so I was a little uncomfortable making reservations and driving out without being certain, but for me, it was worth the risk.
Welcome and Announcements were wrapping up as I arrived, and I overheard over the PA system that the first couple to get into a 69 position would win T shirts as well as a few other things for T shirts.
The masses swarmed out and shuffled to the classes available, starting immediately. I managed a seat by the door, as chairs were circled two deep, of Ecstatic Impact Play. Switchme, the instructor, does great work, but I personally found the class more to be a voyeur event than a learning experience, but it may be simply that for me, impact play isn't a disciplinary measure, it's an intimate experiece and a gift, so it was more observation than new techniques for me. For me, spanking and various impact play, most of my kink, actually, is sensual and affectionate within it's brutality as this class suggested people try. Mecha was demo bottom first and I'd have been very jealous if not for my own ass's discomfort in the conference center seats as the result of the heavy spanking I'd been issued on Friday night. I did enjoy how Switchme worked, the maintaining of contact, swapping up of implements within one session, perhaps as being a bottom inclined person in this scenario, it was more something to envy than learn from.
It was well worth watching, I'm not sure what more I could have learned, but I was itching for new information in general.
The half hour breaks between classes revealed the vendors room and the cafe. The cafe served sandwiches for $2, drinks for $1, soups and the special hot meal for $4 was Shepherds Pie on Saturday and Lasagne on Sunday.
I checked out all the vendors early on, well over a dozen, but was determined to wait until Sunday before making any purchases, at least initially.
It's Okay to Hit Them (So Long as They're Into That) by Roughinamorato was next for me and was a very good class. We discussed common struggles and issues in coming to terms with your own kink, the struggles of men to overcome conditioning that they are bad if they hit girls, girls that being submissive makes them weak or being dominant makes them bad (depending on cultural variations) and the gender stereotypes effecting people of "non-traditional" couples, although the stereotyped binary arrangement was very commonly in evidence even within the Con's populous. There was some provocative thoughts in this class and I really enjoyed it. This class was mostly a facilitated discussion and I was able to contribute quite a bit. At one point Roughinamorato demonstrated Dom/sub relations looking bad to outsiders by being rather rough with his demo bottom, calling her to him and then grabbing and holding her by the throat and lifting her onto her toes some that way, while she made little strangled noises. Many people gasped. I just got jealous and wet. I adore being held that way, I have no idea why and it is a struggle for me to accept that, but I was in the right class to process those feelings. I get guys who try to romance me, and they have NO idea what it takes to rock my world.
I wandered out and back into the same room for the next class, DMing 101 with AdelineKindred. This was a CLASS, we LEARNED. The first thing I learned is that I'm a gamer dork, because DM stands for Dungeon Monitor, not Dungeon Master. LOL We discussed the qualities and responsibilities of a DM. From what I learned I now feel ready to throw my own parties and run the munches with more skill and qualification and know how to handle the issues that were holding me back from doing so previously. We were put together in groups and created rules for different types of events and discussed why. There was a distinct feel of being taught the basics, yet being required to figure it out and decide for ourselves, which was great because that kind of independence and initiative are really important parts of being a DM. Additionally, AdelineKindred is quite easy on the eyes with a speaking style capable of making the whole audience feel he's in a private conversation with each of us.
Next up was ChewToy: Erotic Biting with Jefferson, who is so damned cute, most specifically in personality. He set off my gaydar but I think he's omnisexual. He was swishy and sweet and sassy with flair. Lots of flair and a generous helping of humor. He got some audience participation and demonstrated safe ways to bite and bruise without dangerous effects, places to avoid and the like. The two big parts of the demo were a girl who got bite mark "seams" up the back of her legs, mimicking seamed stockings and a gentleman who got wings on his back made of bite marks. The class degraded a little bit, a few couples getting into their own biting practice. There was a couple by the door that I found rather distracting and bothersome, but it's bound to happen. (Bound. lol)
After class I walked up to Jefferson and explained I really like bites and that my currently top is not a biter, would Jefferson be willing to give me a shoulder bite? I was in chest binding and a muscle T style shirt, so he had to bite towards the outside of my shoulders and he just held for quite a while, rocking his teeth, his hands rubbing my arms affectionately. I told him after I also liked symmetry as he'd said he did, so if he didn't mind, may I have the other shoulder, too? He did, then poked and smacked both bites several times. As I write, the finest lines of his bottom teeth are still visible in remaining marks these three days later, and they're still something I can feel if I poke them. (Editing note: Now 6 days later, the lines from his bottom jaws are fine lines but distinct still.)
I wandered out to look at the vendors again so that I could have the night to ponder what I really wanted. I had a number of ideas and a limited budget, but when I saw a rainbow glitter filled acrylic cane, I caved and got that immediately, as it was the only one of it's sort, there were many sparkle filled, but only one rainbow striped sparkles. My affection for rainbow glitter may cross past casual. KJ Canes was the vendor and I got to speak to the delightful woman who actually made the cane.
After some confusion I found room 2 and attended Packing your Toybag & Setting Up Your Scene by AdelineKindred. This was another information rich class. He actually packed and unpacked several toybags, and brought up lots of good points like bearing in mind that others may need to move your toybag and considering the location you're bringing it to. There was good information on setting and maintaining your scene in a group or party setting, but at that time of the day, about 2000, I was getting a little low retention.
I made my way to my motel, Port Inn, just about across the street, and was checked in. Port Inn was a nice place, there was a small kitchen in my room, a king sized bed. It was great to just sit around watching Nick at Night and able to use the free wifi to surf online from the comfort of a bed. That alone was a nice treat, as typically I have to sit in my car to use the internet.
Sunday morning I got up and enjoyed the crisp freshness of hotel clean towels. The bed was pretty dang comfy and I'd slept rather well and woken up 14 minutes before my alarm was set for, fairly perky and emotionally ready for my day. I took my time getting ready and went easy on myself with timeliness. I thought I was running late, but I'd misread the schedule. The free breakfast at the motel was pretty good, some nice breads, some pastries, bagels and a toaster, cream cheese, peanut butter and jam, orange juice, cranberry juice, coffee, yogurt. I made myself sandwiches for later and got back to the Frank Jones Center for day two of the Seacoast Kinky Con.
I made it in only two sentences late, just after the intro for Lord Percival in his Pressure Points 116. The girl I got paired with told me I must be a slave because I couldn't press her points hard enough. I let it go. Frankly, she's a stranger and pressure points aren't supposed to require heavy pressure. I can jab overly hard and make it hurt anywhere. I simply told her that while I've been dominant, I've never topped for pain. Lord Percival delivered a lot of information in a short period of time, and took the time often to go around the audience and help people first hand. I still have his fingernail scratches in the red polish on my right ring finger nail when he came around to demonstrate that one. He's been kind to me before, so I found it easier to let him press the points than the individual I was paired with. I seem to react to points less than many people although I am aware of them when he demonstrated them directly on me. There were points for pain, points for relaxation and some for control.
Next for me was Intro to Energy Play with DragonScott. I really liked his class, but much of is was very familiar to me. I'd first done some of those exercises at summer camp at 11/12 years old. However, most people didn't have that opportunity. I've walked friends through some of the exercises that DragonScott taught the class, so I did a little extra with my partner, but it was a really great class. I've seen it in some VASE surveys and always wanted to take it with him as his Kinky Applications of Martial Arts class was awesome and I could feel how well tuned his energy was. Also, I'd seen him react to my energy before as well. The moves he taught us at the end were probably familiar to many who know martial arts, but I knew them only through seeing Angel and a few other television heros do them. I still don't know what they were called, but I remember some of the moves and bits of the story that go with it, about the elements. As I said, I'd taken these sorts of classes before, but here I was impressed by the fewer per capita of folks NOT feeling the energy. In the spirituality classes I've taken, there's usually more people who don't feel the energy or react.
After Energy Play, still within the classroom, a man walked up to me and said, "just so you know, I've seen you around yesterday and today and you're awesome."
I don't remember him, I wasn't even registering it before we both moved on and that people memory issue thing I have. But he really made a great day personally great. I got it in my head about then that I wanted to be a part of the production of Kinky Con next year as a result. Well, I already wanted to, and that man made me feel like maybe it was a good idea and I really could do it, perhaps. So... thanks dude. (Oh god... I hope it was a dude. I identified some masculinity, but who knows. The swishier the better I say, there was a vendor there and she had a male bodied Mistress, we all hit it off rather well.)
Between second class and third, I circled the vendors again, still pondering what I wanted to purchase. There were things I liked that cost more than things I also liked, but not as much, but proportional to the price. I was having trouble deciding on rope colors.
Third class had me in Letting Out Your Dominant Side by AdelineKindred again. For this day, AdelineKindred was looking delightful with hair half pulled back, well done makeup, earrings, tatas and a puff sleeved shrug. We discussed qualities required to be a good dom. We ran through some practice scenarios, following provided scripts. Someone asked how you stay dominant when someone is taller than you. AK called for someone tall and a rather towering fellow who identified as dominant and had the low voice for it came forward. There was a brief negotiation, AK was clear and direct always, as seems to be AK's way, then they began and a total change came through AK. Something completely overwhelming yet intangible, nothing had changed externally in the room, yet AK was distinctly a woman. Not feminine. A woman. She circled this towering guy with a viscously delighted smile on her face, like a lioness circling her own herd. She checked him up and down, from the front, from the back, then again from the front. She complimented his knees when she stood before him again, and finished with "they'd look better on the floor." He dropped to his knees without question and she circled him again. She paused, facing his back, and said gleefully with a wicked grin and an added victorious glance into the audience, "not taller than me anymore."
I do NOT know why some of the stuff makes it out of my mouth.
So, she says something else, there's some audience exchange of other people who noticed the gender shift. Then there's a pause and I open my mouth to breathe and smile and out of my damn mouth comes,
"just so you know, you have adorable dimples."
She smiled and looked a little... I'm not sure what. The faintest hint of caught off guard? I don't know, cuz she veiled it with, "I only have one."
Again my mouth opens and I listen to myself, "Well. That is the side I could see from here and it IS adorable."
And she blushed.
I have a serious problem. I like making girls blush. Any girl, bio, trans or fluid flash.
Anyway, after class I thanked AdelineKindred for teaching the classes that AK had, complimenting instructional style as well as a generally enjoyable delivery with a lot of smiles. I tried to be quick, I'm pretty sure I seemed like a creepy freak, but AK made an impression and it takes a lot for me to remember someone.
Truth be told, I AM a creepy freak.
Not even all of the instructors made enough of a unique impact on me for my memory to hold anything at all of them. In my memories, Seacoast Kinky Con is empty. I wander it alone, though the voices are there. There's a shimmer available, like the blinding flash when someone opens a door and the reflected sunlight in the glass hits your eye, it shimmers over and interactions I watched play a few screen shot photographs before the room is empty again.
Despite what an individual I paired with said, I'm not a slave.
I have to work HARD to be submissive. It is NOT easy for me. Being a care taker, sure, but that's not even slightly the same as submissive. You can care from someone and it's often dominant.
Dominance comes naturally to me, but when I use it, it usually has such powerful effects that it went ill for me. Usually resentment builds up, or most often, people simply shy away from me, tell me I'm scary or intimidating. "You scare them" is far too common a statement I hear. I don't know why. I just speak the truth as I see it when it feels right to me. I don't see how I'm scary.
I was raised to be a woman and women are not supposed to be dominant.
And frankly, I don't really enjoy it.
Unless she'll blush.
Get her to blush and I'll circle.
I can't help it. It's delicious.
This is why I have such a problem with (X). She's such a blusher.
A girl blushes and something vicious comes out in me. Feels delightful to me, but they don't seem to think so?
::chuckle, snort, sigh::
Ooooh, Krystale, Krystale, Krystale.
Where the hell was I?
Oh, after thanking AdelineKindred for awesome classes, I tried to go to Predicament Bondage by NHKinksterCouple. But my attention span was SHOT.
They'd put on chest harnesses previously and were demonstrating very well, it was brilliant. Something about a clip to a hem, a string over a bar connecting thumbs to hem clip, so she had to keep her arms held up or her skirt would go up, then having an instability cushion to stand on, THEN another string from her thumbs to the other girl's nipple clamps. It was amazing.
And my brain went
just like that. So I went out and just wandered a bit while it really was more empty.
I purchased my flogger, choosing a soft frayed and rebraided rope cat nine, although I also rather wanted the one that was soft tails with mixed in plastic "barbed wire" that was more expensive. I chose the one I did primarily due to the fact that the vendor had made it himself (Unless I got that impression incorrectly.) and that searching on ebay did not yeild much of any similar results. I chose the braided rope over the heavier options as I have a suede one already and would like something my current top might try.
Since vending was ending at the same time as the class I skipped out of, I headed over and bought my rope, 30 foot lengths of red and black nylon, 50 fool lengths of white and red paracord.
For my final class I made my way to Tickle Torture with P.E.T.E. He cautioned of safety and then got into tickle tools and ways to tickle. Beltar had Muppet bound to a massage table with a number of belts, with more belts tight around Muppet, keeping his arms and legs bound. The end of class degraded into most of us tickling Muppet. Someone interjected and asked about people orgasming from tickling and I raised my hand after no one else had anything to say on the subject. P.E.T.E immediately asked what I was doing next year. So, maybe we know now. The woodsman has already clearly been thinking about it because he's already teased me about how I'm going to be bound and helpless squirting all over the place because they're going to find my ticklish spots because they're going to try everywhere.
Naughty, naughty, woodsman.
Closing ceremonies where hard to pay attention to as I had two days of foot ache setting in, but biggest Slut and "Most likely to go home with someones" both went to Jefferson, the instructor I'd had for ChewToy. It was an emotional wrap up, with best tits going to the girl in charge, who tearfully thanked us and many helpers topless. Who could complain?
All in all, it was an awesome weekend and I can't wait to go back next year.
I know someone I could bring along who has the power to put helpless me from tickled to orgasmic by breathing on me.
(Actually, she has that power with fully abled me, too. LOL)