April 18

Busy day, Biotech weekend started, and I was picked up in the morning by my out of town heavy CBT subbie and went to the workshops being offered.

Was quite amazing.

The first workshop was 'fuck it, suck it, plug it and gag it' put on by a cute divalicious sex worker from San Fran, Barbi E Doll. She with the help of a couple of cute volunteers and loads of dills, fruits and veggies, and loads of imagination, managed to turn the whole room into a mass of hormones raging in wet undies.  The piece de resistance at the end of the workshop was when a little Asian cutie with pink hair volunteered for the 'orange' demo.  By the time a rather substantial navel orange in a condom made it's lubricated way into her box, with her making rather yummy noises the entire time, the peel cracked, we had orange juice... and the room roared with appreciation.

The second workshop was a branding workshop, but on by Elwood, who was trained by Fakir and it was very informative and very well done, and... incredibly hot in all senses of the word.  The branding bottom was a sensual pretty boy with long dark hair and eyes who was a pain slut extraordinaire, one of those pain sluts who comes from pain alone, likes it intense, extreme sensation junkie.  Incredibly responsive, wearing nothing but leather pants as his chest was branded, his moaning and writhing had the already worked up members from workshop one, going now completely nuts in workshop too.  I was sitting beside the orange girl volunteer from workshop 1, I had been front and center both workshops, and we were all very obviously creaming our panties.  The end of the workshop turned into a little pain orgy with branding bottom babe as the pivotal center, mostly women gathered around scratching, poking, slapping, hurting him... any which way available, while his glazed over eyes would occasionally grab someone in a desperate plea of lust.  There were people taking turns climbing over him, partially on top of him, grinding against him.  I did a lot of hair pulling and brand poking personally.  It became a little make-out hub of teasy torture time.  yum.

Work shop three was thankfully a little less sexually intense.  It was an age-play workshop, put on by Bio's Jennifer, and Allena from the Wet Spot in Seattle.  It was a small intimate group of people.  I was horrified to hear that even in the kink community, there was a high degree of intolerance for age play.  Sad.  People had written to say they would not support bio-tech specifically because this workshop was being done.  We talked a bit about how some people link age play to pedophilia, or even confuse the two.  You would think people would at least seek responsible education before jumping to those kinds of conclusions, and creating division and exclusion in the kink community.

I think the age play workshop, though not so sexually loaded intensity wise, was actually a fairly emotionally intensive workshop for me.  I think there is a part of me that truly envies the depth that some people can embrace and empower the little person within them, nurturing that child like self and allowing them to explore and enjoy the world and the joys available to them that way.  I think dealing with childhood and family of origin issues in my depression really drove home my disconnection at times with 'child' like elements in myself, I have been more of a child in my adult years in many ways, then I was in many of childhood years.  I do age play as a little girl with my 'daddy' - Wolfe, on occasion, but not in a very deep way.  I also do age play as a Dommie mommie to be to my baby girl - which you've likely seen referenced here before.  My baby girl is a bio-boy of a relatively generous number of years and experience who also has a self who trans genders to an infantile baby girl.  This is a slowly building relationship which is using a nine month gestation period.  For those curious, I'm due mid-late August, and I have a c-section 'scene' in the planning.

After the workshops, out of town subbie and I headed over to the Spaghetti Factory where I refueled on steak and pasta, some pleasant conversation, and then just enough time to get everything packed and ready to go for the evenings play party.

After doing a little scene watching, I set up our own play.  I like this heavy torture subbie to be on the cross, so I have full frontal access.  After securing him, I started out with my cupping set, and basically made a design of raised red vacuumed areas which quickly brought blood to the surface making perfect round 'hickey's' painfully bruised, and rather pretty.  I left a few of the cups on and freed up the nipples for play.  I used a parachute to attach some chain and weight to his balls and started clothes pegging off the area, to bring more blood (equals more sensation) to the area.  I love his partial sub-incision on the head of his cock, which allows me to peg the foreskin back and then peg the head of his cock twice on either side of his urethral opening.  It just looks so naughty... <smile>.

I then clamped off his nipples with two big honking metal clamps, and then hung about 5 pounds of chain from them.  I think I started to get his attention around then.

I added a 15 pound canon-ball style black vinyl covered fishing weight from the parachute stretching his balls.

I then got him to do some slow squats, while my inner sadist, now well out and about, had some very good laughs at his expense.  I decided to hook up the tens unit to his cock and balls as well, and bring all the sensation up another notch.  I then started poking him with sharp sticks, which caused a lot of movement and noise on his part, which caused more pain - sudden movements with weights hanging from your tender bits tends to do that, and laughed even harder.  

I am a nice sadist though... it wouldn't have been remotely amusing or rewarding to me, if I didn't know for a fact that he was enjoying himself immensely.

After all that, I was a bit worn out... but had to stay for a while, as pain slut pretty boy was receiving a bull whipping from another boy, and was again putting on his little pain slut dance of vocals and body spasms and writhing.  I would bet good money from his reactions, that he did indeed orgasm with the pain.  After the bull whipping, there was some rather hot long wet kisses exchanged between the two boys, which started me getting a lot more worked up.  

Then... if things could possibly get any steamier, they did, pretty boys, hooked up with orange girl, two other cute girls, and another boy, and formed a writhing pile of half naked kissing, biting, slapping, smacking, moaning groaning loveliness.

Well, time for me to head home, and do some experimenting of my own with oranges.  Out of town subbie dropped me off and Wolfe was happy to oblige my interests.  I didn't manage the orange, I have a rather tight box, but we had a whole lot of fun regardless.

All in all, it was a very GOOD friday.