Hokianga View

When Apollo and I went up to the Hokianga for a holiday a few months back, we woke up on our first full day there to this glorious view:

I rather get the impression Apollo was looking at the view inside while I was looking out across the harbour, though!

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Unzipped

The first night of Kinky Camp there was (as there was every night) a play party. As there were a number of spaces to play in, Hylas and I had some choice, and both being a) somewhat overwhelmed by crowds and b) rather knackered from presenting the Rubber Workshop that afternoon, we went for the smaller space – the room we’d presented in, and which was usually colonised by the rope players.

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Chilly

What else are you going to do when you have a very cold room (aka chiller) just off the industrial kitchen at your campsite? That’s right, I’m going in!

And it is cold!

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Relaxing in the Hokianga Sunshine

Seems like I am so slow to get around to writing about my amazing experiences, these days! Earlier this year Apollo and I took a much-needed break and travelled up to the Hokianga, which was an area of New Zealand neither of us had been to before. We stayed at a friend’s holiday home for 5 glorious days, with absolutely nothing planned except relaxation time.

Relax we did! We slept in, fucked (on the very very creaky bed), read a whole bunch, fucked in the sunshine, played Scrabble, watched out-of-date TV shows, and fucked some more. Oh, and spent one day exploring the Hokianga area, too, but the photos from that exploration are for another post.

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Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the day that I’ve been waiting for: it’s the day where I fly back over to Melbourne.

Tomorrow I will be back with m’Lady, my owner, for two whole weeks.

Tomorrow I will be on an aeroplane for four hours, wearing my knee-high boots, a short dress and no underwear. My tag will be shiny in my ear. My face will be bright with smiling anticipation. My aroma of arousal may possibly be noticeable, if you’re close enough.

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I Did What With My Feet Now?

Content Notes: Feet; Needles; Blood

I do some pretty weird shit with my feet. I adore having them regularly beaten by Hylas (so much so that bastinado is a category all of its own), have had patterns scratched into them, and late last year had them set on fire.

But when I was at Kinky Camp over Easter, I tried something new. What was it that made me laugh like this?

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Auctioned

The story below was written by m’Lady Tethys as a birthday gift for me – I was thrilled to wake up and find it waiting for me in my inbox, along with an audio clip where ey read it aloud to me (as you can probably imagine, I wanked my brains out listening to it). It is with permission and with great pleasure that I share the words with you now, after keeping it to myself for a month.

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Birthday Burning

I turn thirty-six today – and I’ve had an incredibly awesome day! However the fun really got started a few days early, as on Friday night Enyo and I attended the awesome queer kinky party, Rough House (held at Basement) – and had lots of scratchy switchy sexy fun together, perved at lots of other folks having fun, and had some great conversations with friends and strangers alike. It was crowded and noisy and Satan Claus was in attendance with his big stick (and making good lubed up use of it, by the sounds of it), and it was a blast.

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Dark and Drizzly

It was a dark and drizzly night, and just was I was putting on my shoes to go to my evening class Kiana rang to let me know that she had spotted an Erotica Expo billboard up on the Albany Highway. Which was absolutely perfect – it wasn’t an unreasonable distance away, and given that I was heading out anyway, I could check it out on my way back home.

So it was that about 9pm on Monday evening in August I drove up the road in question, looking for the big Erotica logo. Where was that billboard? In the chilly dampness of the night, lights sparkling off the wet road, I was hopeful it remained in place.

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Waiting at the Studio

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait out here. The red warning light is on.” I came to a halt as he pointed at the sign above the door that said Recording Quiet Please in large letters.

“Oh! I guess I’m here early. You’re part of the crew for the documentary as well?”

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