Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Frolicon 2014, part 3 of 3: All this and a banana w/ no pants

After seeing roomies Noir and Lilith off to their Saturday morning naked yoga class, Poet, Shdwkitten and I decided to start the day at the decidedly less healthy hair of the dog party.  One year I want to go to the hair of the dog party in pup gear – a dog at hair of the dog… I think it’d be cute.  But it’s so hard to justify putting on fetish gear and walking on all fours at 10am.  I’ve done it!  At the first couple of Frolicons I came to the littles brunch in pup-mode.  But this year it was on two-legs as we ventured out for mimosas, Bloody Marys, and (most important to the wolfhound) sausage balls!

Sir Loki had to DM the dungeon photo shoot party, but he mistakenly thought Hunter couldn’t attend for some reason, so he sent the Dalmatian to us.  Somehow, back in our hotel room, we ended-up talking about underwear and this led to Hunter discovering, to his great shock, that I didn’t own any jocks nor had I ever worn one.  (Proof once again that I’m much lower on the Kinsey scale than my pack-mates.)  (Although Loki is heading in my direction, b/c he was kissing a lot of girls at Frolicon.)  So Hunter gifted me my first jock – actually yet more handed-down underwear from our hyena pack-mate Bishop.  So, I put on my new jock… and then slid down Hunter’s sexy tight leather pants just enough for us to start having some fun on the bed while Ma’am and Poet showered.  Sir had figured out that we could attend the photo party if we wanted and text’ed Hunter to come on down.  Hunter paused long enough to reply: “I have Emrys’s wiener in my mouth. TTYL.” 

Okay, so… a couple of friends of Lilith and Noir’s were going to be using our room as a staging area while they were at con.  We’d never met them before.  So there’s a knock at the door.  Total strangers.  “Hi, we’re Lilith and Noir’s friends.”  So Ma’am lets them in to drop off their stuff… and she’s fresh out of the shower and wearing only a pair of panties… and there are two human-pups on the bed doing a 69…

Hi, nice to meet you!  Welcome to our room!  Make yourselves at home.  LOL.

Now that’s a Frolicon moment.

So eventually we did all end-up dressed.  Ma’am and Poet weren’t interested in getting photos done, so Hunter and I headed that way on our own.  I was actually really stoked about getting some professional pics in my new rubber hood – I got a very nice hood from for my birthday.  We arrived in the dungeon to find our Saint Bernard posing for shots in his Captain America under-armor, showing off his rippling muscles as he loves to do.  LOL.  One of the two photographers turned out to be an old con buddy of mine, Tripartite, whom I lost touch w/ after we all stopped using Livejournal three or four years ago.  As we always do, Tripartite and I enjoyed retelling the story of the first con we met at: Fantasm 2003.  Funny story.  At the time it was scary; I thought he was going to shoot me.  Like, for real.  With a gun.  Ask me, and I’ll tell you the story some time.  But now, I got him to shoot me w/ his camera, and I am sooooooooo looking forward to getting the pics.  I promise to post them as soon as I can.

We had previously made a play date to bring the puppies to the littles party, but unfortunately the littles party turned out to be at the same time as the men only party, so we were double-booked.  Hopefully next year.  (I love to play w/ littles while I’m in pup mode.  So much fun.  One of my favorite Frolicon memories was years ago when a little tried to kick at me (in pup mode) and his flip-flop came off, and I grabbed it in my mouth and ran off under a table.  LOL.

Sir had a play date or two lined-up at the men only party.  I was in pup gear still from the photo shoot, so I just sat by the Alpha’s stuff and waited for my little brother to get back.  In thee meantime a guy I didn’t know came over, got on all fours, and started barking at me.  We played together, and eventually Hunter showed-up.  The three of us played some… but it soon turned more into a snuggle pile.  Hunter had an upset tummy.  We’d gone out to an Ethiopian restaurant last night, and the exotic, spicy food wasn’t agreeing w/ our Dalmatian’s stomach (which is more used to a diet of cheeseburgers and chicken nuggets).  Hunter had tweeted that he was “Eating Ethiopian food and being all cultured and shit.”  Someone asked back what Ethiopian food was like, to which Hunter tweeted, “It’s like playing with Loki, first you’re scared but it’s actually really good, then there’s pain and your butt hurts.”  LOL.

Anyway… puppy pile.  At some point, another stranger who had been watching us came over and asked if he could join in our cuddle pile, to which Hunter responded by snuggling right up into him.  (“Puppy” is another name for “attention whore.”)  We ran into him later, and he told us how grateful he was for the experience.  He said it was cool to experience male energy that wasn’t aggressive or sexual – just cuddly.  :)

The party over, Sir decided that our Dalmatian was owed a cheeseburger, so we headed over to Ruby Tuesdays (sans rubber hood)… where we ran into Noir and Lilith… and Airlemental and Pup Thrasher… and boy River and Dale... and saw a guy wandering around in the parking lot wearing the top half a banana suit and no pants or underwear.  Weird… even for Frolicon.

After dinner I regrouped w/ Owner and Hander back up in our room.  Ma’am did another costume change.  This time it was her American Mary costume, complete with latex apron (by Poet) and prop bone saw (by me) and booze bandolier (from Loki).  We went down to the concourse to meet and greet and drink.  Met some cool folks.  Met some less cool folks.  At one point when we were all gathered about talking this woman comes over to Lilith and introduces herself as Goddess so-n-so (*rolls eyes*) and practically gives Lilith and Noir her resume about her pro-dom house or some shit.  She asks for Lilith to pose in some photos w/ her (which I’m sure she’ll put into her advertising somewhere) b/c “When I see something beautiful I’m just drawn to such beauty.”  (To which, under her breath, my unacknowledged but standing right there Owner was like, “Well, fuck you too, lady.”)  Okay, so just for those out there who might be wondering:  If you call yourself “Goddess” anything and you aren’t being ironic, that’s probably about the fastest way to signal to anyone in the lifestyle w/ any experience that you are someone not to be taken seriously.  And if you approach a group of friends/family then meet everybody first and at least attempt to show some interest in people rather than coming across immediately like: “You can be useful to me; the rest of you serve no purpose for me.”  Of course first impressions can be wrong… but, well, she didn’t make a very good one.  Okay, end of digression.

For a while I was with Ma’am and Poet… then I was w/ them and my pack-mates… then I got transferred to the pups as my people vanished into the crowed on the busy concourse.  My Owner doesn’t care for hoods (she finds them creepy), but knowing Loki doesn’t have this problem, I soon asked Sir if I could wear my hood again.  He pulled my awesome new hood on me, and Hunter and I followed him around.  I got sooooo many complements on my hood.  The Alpha decided he was ready to head upstairs to do the room parties.  We got in line for the elevator.  The next one only had room for two, so Sir ordered us to jump on – me still holding Hunter’s leash – and told us to go to 12.  We arrived at 12, but Sir, in the next elevator, made less stops and beat us up.  “Oh, thank god you’re here,” he says.  “I realized I forgot to specify that you should get off on 12, and I was afraid you just rode up and then rode back down.”  (Sir has learned that puppies often require detailed instructions.)

So, we started the Saturday night party crawl.  You start on 12 and then, taking the stairs down, wind down, floor-by-floor, visiting room parties on your way and trying out all the free alcohol.  Sir was wearing his shotgun bandolier of shots (liquor shots) and giving away drinks for booty or a kiss.  He got a lot of booty and even more kisses – from girls and boys (straight and gay – at least at Frolicon, many straight men will kiss a gay dude for free alcohol).  By the time we made it to six, we were pretty tired, and our Saint Bernard was pretty lit, so we decided to call it a night.

We stopped by my room, where we ran into Noir and Lilith and had fun chatting w/ them about protocols and D/s dynamics, finding ways to get Lilith into trouble, and Sir got permission from Noir to bite her boobs.  (Sir’s Kinsey score is continuing to drop.)

Finally (around 3am) we three pups ended up in bed together in Sir’s room and passed out…

Therefore, Sunday morning brought a sexy-hot puppy threesome w/ the wolfhound in the middle!  *wags*

Then breakfast.  My pups said goodbye and headed on back to their respective homes.  I rejoined my Owner and Handler.  We were in the parking lot when the explosion happened.  I immediately thought it sounded like a transformer blew-up.  We soon learned the power was out in the hotel.  Well, I’m glad it was Sunday and not Friday or Saturday… and at least a little later in the morning, so many of the hotel guests were already checked-out.

Ma’am said she had a great con – spent “mostly chasing boobs.”  My lovely Owner is bi, but she seemed to be focused on the ladies this year, and, from what I hear, made out like a she-bandit.  Poet also had a good time, and I hope he’ll get some costuming business from the cards he handed out and his lovely model, Shdwkitten.  He’s Poet_Gareth on Fetlife and does custom costuming and props.  I had fun showing off my new hood, taking my birthday beating, drinking and laughing w/ friends, spending time w/ my pack-mates and introducing my little brother to Frolicon, and especially the couple of opportunities the five of us had to be together as a family.

If you’re really board, you might also like:

Frolicon 2012

Frolicon 2013

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Frolicon 2014, part 2 of 3: This is for Science

I spent Thursday night w/ Sir… and that of course usually leads to frisky puppy fuck time in the morning.  After we showered, we joined Ruby and Madjester for breakfast.  Sir had a rope suspension class he wanted to do.  I carried his rope bag over for him and then I went to go check in at my room and change clothes before coming back down to get tied-up as his practice bottom.  (Hunter was sleeping in.)  My lovely Owner was up in the room w/ Lilith (her girlfriend) and Noir… and I somehow got distracted and forgot to return to Sir to get tied up in the rope class.  Oops.  Wolfhound fail.  (Fortunately, he later said he basically knew the knots anyway… so, no impeding punishment.)

So I helped Ma’am carry stuff down from our room for the 11am CAPEX-sponsored party in the dungeon.  This being the first party of the day, not a lot of people came in to play – I think there was a couple of rope scenes (one very cool suspension) and a flogging.  Sir and his wolfhound ended-up lying on the floor together.  He had his head in my lap, and I made some snarky comment (I honestly don’t remember what I said or regarding what) and Sir rolled his head over and bit me hard on my thigh.  Even after the birthday beating he’d soon be giving me, that thigh bite still hurts more than my back does now.  Big bruise!

Boy River was teaching an introduction to pup play right next door and Hunter was his demo puppy, so Sir and I stepped out of the CAPEX party to sit in on River’s class and make sure our Dalmatian didn’t run totally amok.  We only caught part of the class, but River is a great public speaker; he has a real… honest presence to him.

After the CAPEX party, Ma’am and I carried the CAPEX stuff back up to our room… and then I had to return to the dungeon to join my Alpha in the “women watch while men play” party.  This is a dicey one.  (1) A lot of gay men don’t like to play w/ a bunch of women around.  (2) Even those like Sir who don’t mind that, still feel a bit like they are putting on a show rather than having a scene.  I mean: you walk into the dungeon and for every 2 men playing there are 6 or 12 women sitting in chairs around them watching.  So… yeah, it can be awkward.

But that wasn’t actually the problem I was having.  I just got a chill as I stripped naked, and then Sir tied me on a metal grid thing for my birthday beating – cold metal.  So I was having trouble finding my headspace… and Sir sensed it because he paused to check in w/ me and ask if I wanted to stop.  I told him I could keep going… and soon I was able to get into the headspace we both needed from me.  Sir had a couple of evil new toys to beat me with: a rubber dragon tail he borrowed and a heavy rubber flogger he just bought.  In the name of science, he wanted to find out which hurt worse.

“And remember, this is for posterity.  Please, be honest.  How do you feel?”

The dragon tail (very stingy!) hurt more, but I preferred it b/c I could process that pain more easily.  The heavy rubber flogger was super “scrapey” – it would stick and grab, and it felt like it was peeling the skin right off my back.  Fortunately the Alpha pup was nice and did most of my 38 birthday beatings w/ “Thumper,” his ultra thuddy, heavy, elephant hide flogger which I love.  Did I say 38?  Yeah, I somehow honestly forgot how old I was and told Sir I was turning 38 rather than 39… so we decided that we have to re-do the birthday scene.  LOL.  Which probably would be a good idea anyway – while I was eventually able to overcome the cold and get into my headspace, Sir was not really happy w/ the scene b/c he was unable to overcome the “on stage” feeling of trying to play w/ me while a dozen women sit and watch him.

After our scene/performance, Hunter finished getting spanked by another Top, and we played around on the floor at Sir’s feet for a bit, and then Hunter was pimped-out to a new guy.  It looked like they were getting on fine, so Sir and I left Hunter to his new friend while we went up to my room and then the con suite for food.  Hunter caught up w/ us in the con suite, and we all got some needed protein in us.  Then my pack-mates and I returned to my room to grab a shower.  Three puppies in the shower!  Yea!

I went hunting for my Owner and Handler but they were not to be found, and Ma’am kept leaving her phone in the room, and for some reason I still don’t have Poet’s phone number in my phone…  I couldn’t find them, so I re-joined my pack-mates in a “cock and ball worship” class – for which our Loki was the demo cock.  (Such a dick…)  Let me just say, too, I heard a lot of good stuff about the whole class line-up this year.  I didn’t make it to many classes myself, but I heard there were a lot of new – and very good – classes: costuming, writing, kink, sex, spirituality…

After Sir was done having his cock and balls worshiped in the name of education, it was dinner time.  We wanted to do a family dinner, and Poet wanted to take us out to a nearby Ethiopian restaurant.  It was really good, and it was just quite nice to get out of the con hotel and have some time w/ my family “polecule”: Shdwkitten, Loki, Poet, and Hunter – my Owner, Alpha, Handler, and mischievous little brother.  :)

We returned to the con hotel and to our respective rooms.  Ma’am changed from her beautiful silk dress (hand made by our Poet) and into her East German police uniform (also by Poet).  Hunter soon rejoined us when Sir went off to a fund-raiser costume party.  Ma’am, Poet, the Dalmatian, and I hung out on the concourse drinking and socializing – she held the beta pup’s leash and I held the omega – until it was time for the four of us to join Sir at the SELF pajama party.  This was the lowest key party of the con: they were just laying around in PJs watching The Fifth Element, chillin.  We left my pack-mates there while Ma’am, Poet, and I went to check-out the other room parties.  It was still early (only like 10:30) so there wasn’t much going on yet.  Ma’am and Poet wanted to go back down to the concourse/smoking deck to hang out.  I flipped a mental coin and decided to re-join the puppies.  (It was cold and rainy outside… and I didn’t rally feel like waiting in an elevator line again…)

After we finish The Fifth Element (and I finished my third or fourth rum and coke) we headed to the Jock and Jill party, with me once again holding the Dalmatian’s leash.  I’m not into sports kit at all (if anything, for me it might be a turn off), but it’s one of Sir’s biggest fetishes – right up there w/ centaurs, in fact.  But we all had fun b/c, while Loki entertained himself w/ one (or more) of the jock-boys, I pounced Hunter on the wrestling mat for some sexy puppy make-out time.  However, by 2:30am, Hunter and I were exhausted… and Sir was just getting warmed up.  So we left him to go back to my room to nap.  My Owner had turned in early and taken a sleeping pill (Poet made a play date w/ a girl who wanted to feel his violet wand – euphemism? You decide.), so we happily curled-up in bed w/ the Kitten.  After napping for an hour Hunter left us to return to Loki.  Not long after, Poet came in, and I let him have the bed and curled up on the floor nearby, a tired but content beta puppy.

Thus ends Friday – really 4am Saturday – at Frolicon 2014.  More still to cum…

Monday, April 21, 2014

Frolicon 2014, part 1 of 3: Happy Birthday

I shall begin w/ my fantastic birthday present, which arrived just a couple of days before Con.  I had done pup play for many years (like six) w/o any real pup gear.  I like the gear, but (a) it’s expensive, (b) I’m an “innate pup” who really doesn’t actually need the gear to get into headspace and have a great time, and (c) my Owner doesn’t really like bodysuits, rubber, or (especially) hoods.  (She thinks hoods are creepy.)  At Frolicon 2011, Ma’am let buy my first real piece of gear (not counting knee pads): my wonderful puppy tail from  (That was also the year I played w/ Sir Loki for the first time.)  The next year I got a basic leather hood from our friend Sven800 (Slaveoutlet on Fetlife) (and I joined Loki’s pack that year).  At Frolicon 2013, Sir and Ma’am gave me my fantastic leather vest w/ our pup patch (and only later did we learn that our friend Madjester30 made the patch, which just added to the coolness).  So, Frolicon/my birthday each year tends to be a significant annual marker on my path in puppyhood.  And speaking of puppy hoods…

My leather hood is fun, but I really wanted to add a rubber hood to my wardrobe, and those are expensive.  In fact, this was by far the most expensive piece of fetish gear I’ve yet acquired – but well worth it.  For my birthday, Ma’am let order a hood from .  It fits like a glove, looks great, I had the color accents custom done for me, and I get hard just smelling it!  Mmmmmm…new rubber smell…  So fucking sexy!  Thank you, Ma'am!!!!!

Here’s a couple of quick selfies, but I had some professional photos shot at Frolicon and as soon as I get those (can’t wait!!!!!) I’ll post them.

Speaking of Frolicon…

Ma’am and I have been going since Frolicon started – in fact, I think we were presenters at the first Frolicon – 2007?  Or maybe we just worked registration in ’07 and presented in ’08… something like that.  I know '08 is when Ma'am made Boy Andy bootblack while wearing bunny ears.  Anyway, Frolicon is always our favorite con and one of the big highlights of our year every year – and, as a bonus, it tends to fall w/in a couple of weeks of our birthdays each year (Ma’am is 4/22 and I’m 4/23).  For those who don’t know, Frolicon is a big (a few thousand people) convention in Atlanta that caters to fun-loving kinky geeks and freaks.  The atmosphere is very relaxed and frolicy; the people tend to be really open and accepting – very anything goes; it’s all good.  I’ve been to various other kink/BDSM/leather cons in the Southeast, but most of them are more expensive than Frolicon, smaller, less fun, and offer a lot less.  And it’s the diversity at Frolicon that I really like.  They have leather, furries, pups, swingers, littles, bootblacks, straight, gay, queer… an erotica writers’ track, art and ink, a gaming room w/ round the clock Cards Against Humanity, cosplay and a costume contest, armature stand-up comedy, a spa w/ massages, live music (not always good), DJs, party battles, whiskey tasting, Big Mamma’s House of Burlesque... and classes in everything from shamanism to shibari.  Plus, the dungeon is open for like 18 hours a day w/ different themed time slots like men only, women only, spanking only, gender queer, photography-allowed time, etc.  I think I heard that SELF doesn’t even have a men-only floor anymore, much less dungeon time.  Oh – and alcohol!  Did I mention there’s an abundance of adult beverages at Frolicon?  People are literally giving the stuff away – everywhere.

So, yeah…  Frolicon is good.

Alright, so Ma’am and I arrive in Atlanta Thursday evening.  We get are room keys and are momentarily frightened when the clerk tells us that someone else already picked up three keys to our room.  The people we were rooming w/ (Noir and Lilith) hadn’t arrived yet, so we thought they just gave three room keys to a stranger.  Turned out to be just a moment of confusion, and all was well.  Then we got our badges – registration went super-smooth – and then we met up with Poet (my Owner’s boyfriend) and my pack-mates Loki and Hunter.  This was Hunter’s first Frolicon, so I was extra-excited to have him w/ us.  *wags*

Sir had to DM the Thursday night party for a couple of hours.  Memory of Thursday night is growing foggy, and the only thing I can remember about that time in the dungeon is that Sir put our leashes on… but then gave my lead to Hunter and put Hunter’s lead in my hand.  Chaos ensued (he is called Loki for a reason)… which shortly led to our derpy Dalmatian hurting himself.

After Sir’s DM shift ended, we went up to one room party (he now holding my leash and me holding the omega pup’s leash) – and I can’t remember now which party that was… or anything that happened…  I know we went back downstairs to the concourse/smoking deck to meet-up and chat w/ folks.  Sir and Poet smoked cigars.  For some reason my Owner was smoking a clove.  Don’t know what that was about.  I was smoking nothing b/c I hate smoking… but it was nice to see everybody: Mita and Ruby and Winterwolf and Jaclyn and Gator and… oh, hell, lots of great people.  I think that’s where we saw the drow elves.  (Is it drow like slow or drow like prow?)  Sir handed me his phone and sent me and Hunter to get a photo for him.  Great costumes!  They turned out to be fun couple, and I got nibbled on.  *wags*

Eventually (around 2am) it was bedtime, and Ma’am sent me to bed w/ the puppies, so she and Poet could bed down together in our room.  And that’s where I’ll stop part 1.  More sex, pain, and misadventure to come soon…

Monday, April 7, 2014

Thunder is Home & Safe!

Just a quick bit of backstory here:  2 weeks ago (I think the same day they took my Owner’s comatose grandmother off life support – or close to it), our big wolfy-looking dog Thunder jumped his fence.  We have a neighbor who is “terrified of” Thunder (the words of the police) based on only his appearance.  (I mean, she claims he’s growled and snarled at her; I don’t believe it; I think she’s imagining things.)  She called animal control.  The dog catcher got Thunder back in his pen but Thunder nipped him on the rear inner-thigh area (going for his nuts?).  Thunder is eight years old, and not only has never deliberately bit anyone before (we’ve all got scratches and bruises from playing w/ him – he’s a big dog) but he’s never even shown any signs of aggression towards a human.  He’s very beta and has always been people friendly…

There’s a lot more backstory in here involving dog catchers w/ PTSD triggers, me almost getting arrested for calmly asking questions, what was quite possibly an illegal home entry by police, legal grey areas, and mysterious requests for dubious DNA testing…  Seriously, this has been a strange, strange ride.

What it boiled down to was that we had 10 days to build a bigger, better fence in order to get Thunder returned to us.  (Okay, a little more backstory:  Thunder was mistreated his first 2 years and had such severe muscle damage that when he was rescued he couldn’t even run – literally.  He was on anti-inflammatories for a whole year.  When he came to live w/ us, it was always assumed that despite being so tall he would never have the muscle strength to jump even our 4’ fence.  Well… he’s made a full recovery, and he’s now pretty damn strong.)

So, we put-out a call for help w/ Operation Save Thunder, and the response was amazing!  We had a lot of wonderful people show-up Saturday and help us construct the fortification that Bishop named for us: “Thunderdome, two dogs go in, no dogs come out!”

I really want to name-check everybody here, and hope I don’t forget anyone – if I do, I’m so sorry, I still love you.

  • Deforix, thank you for designing, planning, organizing, digging 26 post-holes by yourself, and for not falling off the backside of the hot tub while drunk.
  • Thank you, Allycat_2U, for lending us tools.
  • Herguymikey, thank you for being an awesome, super-efficient concrete mixer.
  • Thank you, Pajama_Dan for being such a handy youngling and lugging a lot of heavy shit up and down a very steep hill over and over again.
  • Untamedfury, thank you ladies for pulling down old fencing and pulling out vines – such a time saver for us!
  • Thank you, Poet_Gareth for working a mean saw and giving us wood.
  • Morgan, thank you for being the hardest working old fart I know.
  • Brieana, you are our hero!  Thank you for doing the hostess thing so very well and for water-proofing your hands.
  • Stickschell, thank you, too, for being part of our invaluable support staff, standby medic, keeping us fed, hydrated, and running out for smokes.
  • Thank you, A_Failing_Recovery, for being strong, tall, and young.  Looking forward to that Chattanooga trip!
  • Thank you, _musey_, for being our lovely photo documentarian, and thank you to your strong, silent man for being there to do any and every job we threw at him.
  • Lilithnoir, thank you for being so good at nailing things – not just puppies
  • Thank you, Noir, for ordering your concubine to nail things (especially puppies)
  • And thank you to my Sir, Loki, although he couldn’t join us, for always picking up the phone and lending invaluable moral support.  I think you helped more than you realized.
 It's hard to express how emotionally difficult this experience was for us.  Shdwkitten kept saying, "If anybody says, 'It's just a dog,' I'll fucking punch them."  There is simply no way this could have happened w/o the love, support, and sweat of so many wonderful friends and family.  Our baby is home safe now b/c of all of you.  You guys rock!!!!!