Star sparkle sky. Together, distinct.

We circled around the fire under a dark ripe sky, many of us sitting on borrowed chairs. We bantered back and forth, seeing each other with flickers and smiles. Hours of conversation over firelight and smores. It was a chilly night, and laying in front of the fire on a stretched out massage table, a beautiful woman, wearing her skin cover only, and the hands of her mischievous Master. They were definitely center stage.

This Master's tool for the evening (in addition to his sparkling wit and overwhelming modesty... hehe) - a Violet Wand, with OH so many attachments! Here in the darkness, He zapped, traced, made slave jump and squirm. He kept mentioning it was time for Santa, while slavelette on table said, "oh no, Santa's mean..."

Santa ended up being a bulb attachment with a particularly strong current. Hiding inside the bulb, a face shaped filament. The jolly man's dark smile lit up when charged, which of COURSE needed flesh to complete the current.

And this Master's little lady, did just fine! Kudos of course to His Number One slave – she was the best assistant to the chef, I've seen! That and, her Master was quite charming. Really. There were a few notable little hotties running around, dressed in leather, a few dressed in their own homegrown skin. I lost count of how many tits were meandering through the trees. A cock or two as well!

This summer, I happily attended a somewhat local campout with hundreds of other BDSM perverts. Locations, names, are being withheld, to protect the guilty. *giggle

Very well organized, lemme tell ya! Classes included: Strap On play, with full demonstrations inside both male and female victims, er volunteers; dynamics in Master / slave relationships; Living in two worlds, vanilla and BDSM... and the list goes on! All of this occurring outdoors, occasionally punctuated by an echoing whip, or paddle slap. The follow up grunts and shrieks, mixed with laughter and the sound of euphoria…. Yummy mix.

On this August night when Santa came to play, the evening also held a body drumming event. The main pavilion was an ocean of naked submissives, laying on massage tables, being caned, drummed, while heavy base music slowly stomped in the background. Many Dominants delighted in muscle, flesh and bone.

This summer's weekend in the woods, with many of the BDSM M/s D/s persuasion, was My first campout with other fellow perverts.

And yes, I'll have a second helping, thank you! (and a 3rd, 4th, 5th…. )

Creative Cretins

While watching Martha Stewart today (rare occurrence), she shared a little pig or two with the view. Her arms wrapped around a little pot bellied pig. Martha's resident animal expert was discussing the pros and cons (mostly cons) of keeping piglets as pets. They shared footage from a pet pig sanctuary, that cared for these abandoned, neglected porkers, when they get not so little.

Mistress had a strange fantasy in the wake.

My little minions, grazing in fields of green, naked, and serving Me. My own little piglet sanctuary, for slaves and submissive oinks. I was giggling, considering the barns I could put you up in. Every morning we'd hose you down and get you dressed, send you to work out in the field of normal folk (maybe banking, maybe law), then you'd come home every night, shed your vanilla skin, and get ready for grass stained knees.

Wonder if food tastes sweeter, mawing from a trough? Seeing my little worker pets, naked, their hard earned eats messed about their cheeks, and craving one more prod from my shepherd's hook, makes for a pleasant, surreal image.

Oh and could you do me the favor of turning down the temperature outside My Mistress hovel? Air conditioning is fabulous, but when triple digits linger, Mistress gets fussy.

Just one more reason to walk around naked all day!