FetishCon ’04: Shelly in the Spiderweb

As promised, the first round of pics from FetishCon ’04.

Shelly and I met up with a friend of ours, P, who we haven’t seen in a while. (Actually, this was a recurring theme for the weekend; I met an old friend I haven’t seen in about six years or so, and we got the opportunity to catch up, which was cool.) P was acting as DJ for the post-con party, so after things wrapped up on Saturday night, we hung out with him and met many of the people who were planning the post-con events, including Lew Rubens, who was one of the presenters and did several sessions on suspension bondage–more pics of those later. 🙂

We hung out and chilled whle they rehearsed the post-con show, which made us the only two people not connected with the show who’ve ever seen it, on account of the hurricane, which killed power to the hotel just before it was supposed to be staged. Afterward, P practiced some rope bondage on Shelly.

Anyone who’s put off by nudity or bondage probably shouldn’t click, as these pictures are SO not work-safe

A Socratic dialog on the virtues of pornography

Ademia: Pornography is wrong. It’s vile and should be abolished from the earth.

Nestor: Why?

Ademia: For one thing, it degrades women. It makes women into sexual objects.

Nestor: Yet surely you must know that many women enjoy pornography. It doesn’t appeal only to men; in fact, there are studios that produce pornography which are owned by women, which produce porn written by women for women. Doesn’t the idea that it ‘degrades women’ rest on the foundation that only men enjoy it?

And in fact, is it not more valid to say that pornography degrades men? There are far more famous and well-known female porn stars than male porn stars, and often, a porn shoot shows nothing of the man save the region between his waist and his knees. Is this not more objectifying to the man than to the woman?

Ademia: Men can’t be sexually degraded. Men have far more power and far more control over sexuality in modern society than women do.

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Peekchures!

Back from Boston, safe and sound, and with many, many pictures to share. These ones are just snapshots with the digital camera. I also did a real shoot with ladytabitha, which I have not had time to start processing and printing yet…I’ll post some of those when I do.

Lots more, cut for your sanity and for those of you on dial-up…some of these are NOT work-safe!

Steel and electricity

We arrived at the play party exactly on time Friday night, something of a surprise considering we hadn’t intended to go until the last minute. The turnout was fairly small, but they’d rearranged the place since the last time we’d been, and the new layout was somewhat inconvenient.

We weren’t the first ones to start playing that evening, which is rare’ consequently, we had to wait before the bench was available. I sat in a folding chair, waiting; she sat at my feet. To pass the time, I leaned down and reached around her body, pinning her against me, and slowly traced the very sharp point of my favorite knife along the sides of her neck, and slowly down between her breasts. She shivered but stayed very still.

When the bench became available, I laid her down face-down and continued, running the knife down along her back and over the soft skin of her inner thighs, leaving a faint welt behind.

It wasn’t long before she was in the place where all things are possible. I connected the body contact probe from the violet wand to myself, then continued with the knife; sparks leaped from the edge of the kife to her skin, causing her to shudder.

Then came the katana. A bule nimbus surrounded the edge of the sword as it travelled slowly over her body, leaving a faint white line behind. She gasped at every pass witht he sword, arching her back against the blade.

When her back, legs, and thighs were sensitive, I started with a very light cropping, tap-tap-tapping the crop over her ass and legs. She responded beautifully, squirming slightly, and moaning very softly.

When we were finally done, I massaged her, then we sat and cuddled while we watched a very lovely suspension/fireplay scene.

The street finds its own uses for things

The latest weird juxtaposition between technology and society: toothing, the practice of using BlueTooth-enabled cell phones for anonymous sex.

Pretty straightforward, really; you set up your BlueTooth device for automatic discovery, create a new BlueTooth entry, and put your text number in it. Other people in crowded places–trade shows, trains, and so on–search for BlueTooth-enabled devices within range, they find you, you chat, you nip off to the bathroom for some quick, anonymous sex.

Bet Ericsson, IBM, Intel, and the rest of the Bluetooth consortium never saw that one coming…