The Festival of the Erotic Arts...supposedly

I rather wondered off and orphaned this poor little blog. Sorry about that. I've had quite a busy year and somehow managed to completely forget that I had started writing this. I suppose I should be having a word with my naughty boy who forgot to remind me that I had started this...

So what have I been up to? The short version would be getting to know my boy better, exploring a bit of fun with someone else, getting out to more events and making some adaptations to Leopard Towers. I shall perhaps come back to some more details in that story, but that's the overall picture.

We popped up to Edinburgh a few times over the last year for the Festival of the Erotic Arts and for two different Torture Garden nights. Taking the Torture Garden nights first I have to say that I have thoroughly enjoyed the more laid back atmosphere compared to the London clubs and it seems that my kinsmen (yes, I'm originally fae Scotland) know how to dress to impress. There are 3 dates listed for 2013 and I think I have just found a new excuse to go visit some relatives!

As for the Festival? Sadly I bought a VIP ticket and have to say that I wish there were refunds available. Having to stand holding my coat at a burlesque show on the opening night would not have been so bad if the acts weren't just yet another borderline anorexic goth girl after another taking off clothes. There was no imagination or enthusiasm. The rest of the shows were just as bad and just as overcrowded. The fetish market was in the basement of a grotty pub and consisted of  a handful of tables selling ummm... cupcakes and jewelry. There were some cheap stockings stuffed in a box and some cheap corsets on a rail too so perhaps I'm being too harsh. No toys, no restraints, none of the latex makers booked for the fashion show at TG. Never mind, I thought, there's always the rope workshop we've signed up for! That in combination with the Torture Garden entry will make up the price of the VIP ticket.... The workshop was given in a cold gallery using cheap rope that was falling apart the second it left the box and ended up being cancelled half way through without the offer of a refund! Apparently the studio was "double booked" without any evidence of there being another group waiting to come in.... We were told we could reschedule individually with the "rope master" but definitely couldn't have our money back. Given that said individual had little say in the matter and was just about to become a new dad it wasn't exactly fair of the organisers to put the onus on him to make good their mistake.

The festival was a huge waste of time and money. It's on again this year but I think I'll stick to getting a ticket for TG only.

The Pleasure Principle

 So last night I had my eager boy serve my dinner, pour my bath, bring me wine and chocolates and then lay out the equipment require for his subsequent bondage. He always looks rather sexy in his collar and cuffs which are suitably masculine in proportion and sturdy enough to ensure no escape. He does like a little bit of a struggle after all. I had not yet introduced him to the cane, and ample opportunity arose when he forgot to fetch all the padlocks that were required to secure him. We're both rather fans of security and in all it took 5 keyed-alike padlocks to secure the collar and cuffs, plus a further 4 identical locks to secure his chains. I decided it was best to keep him on his knees where he belongs and modified a hogtie to allow him movement enough to position himself but not able to stand. With his chastity device removed I do admit I had rather a lot of fun teasing him almost to the point of climax several times, just to watch him squirm.

And those who like the details: I chose a classic ensemble for the evening with my black silk neglige, satin corset and leopard print (of course!) stiletto heels. I would normally favour stockings, but having just emerged from my bath I did not want to ruin any of my more delicate silk affairs.

The further details of the evening will remain mostly the domain of myself and my boy. Needless to say I made him work hard on my pleasures before getting any of his own. Ultimately he was unable to resist temptation and climaxed against my express orders not to and has earned himself a nice half dozen stripes to his rear. We've certainly ascertained that is something he will be keen to avoid again in the future! The cane is not for play, only punishment.

Needless to say he is now back under lock and key in his chastity device and has earned himself at least a doubling of his previous imprisonment. It is of more than a little amusement that he smiled about it.

Making plans

Artist: Bill Ward
www.womenofward.net 

Tomorrow I have a day off work whilst my boy will be busy away from home. I have been giving some thought to spending some "quality time" with him when he gets backand how best to make use of him. I'm not exactly your typical Mistress type and I do fully plan to make him a nice dinner. As much as he is wonderful in many other ways, the kitchen is not his strongest suit. The rest of the evening, however, I will be keeping him busy.

I am rather fond of the little luxuries in life. Nice wine, chocolates, hot baths... I see no reason why I can't have them served and poured for me! I am usually rather spoiled in that my boy has always naturally done these things for me without even being asked, but given his current chastened state I am sure he will be extra keen to ensure that I am satisfied. If he is particularly lucky I may even decide I'd like a little company in the bath and all the possible teasing that could entail.

I know my boy likes to be restrained. I knew that even before we started dating. It has been quite some time since I had him properly bound however and I plan to remedy that. I can't have him thinking I'm some kind of pushover! We have what sometimes feels like a limitless supply of padlocks and chains which have a quite satisfying heaviness to them and the feeling of absolute security once the lock clicks. Deciding exactly how to have him bound is something I may end up deliberating on right up until the last moment. I would like good access to tease him, but also have him positioned correctly to pleasure me without all that tedious unlocking. It may also be time to introduce him properly to discipline now that I have my exquisitely made cane and floggers from http://www.jacksfloggers.com/ which I certainly recommend checking out. I have custom turned wooden handles in the most gorgeous of woods which feel much classier than some of the mass produced nonsense on sale out there.

Alas, it is time to go for now. I shall be thinking in more detail about how best to torment my boy and most likely report back afterwards