(As usual, all names but one have been changed to Capcom pseudonyms to protect the “innocent.”)

Returning to Kraken’s Ball, Jenn and i parted ways to hang with people and prepare for my scene with Felicia, respectively. I found Felicia fresh from a rope scene, so i gave her a bit of a break to recover and i prepared my implements. I’d grown increasingly fond of using drumsticks to beat people; i feel they bring a bit of novelty, because in the scene everyone seems to be into using traditional canes (expensive) or household pervertables (often cheap, but easily replaceable). I figured drumsticks are made for beating things, so they make perfect sense, plus i have experience as a percussionist, so they’re familiar to me.

I looked around for a space to play, and decided on a cage with a good sized floor pad. I’d never played in a cage before, but i liked the idea, because it provided a defined space in which to play, plus a good barrier from people not involved in the scene, so there wouldn’t be any interruptions in that way. Those of you who know me know that i hate being interrupted when i’m working. Aside from these though, there’s the psychological factor of “now you’re locked in here with me and you have no escape” which is kinda fun too.

I laid out all of my tools to clean them in preparation: an array of drumsticks and brushes, two wooden homemade canes and one heavy, metal one. I also cleaned off my batting gloves and tweezers (more on those later). Felicia came into the cage to check things out, and seemed pleased with everything i’d brought to use on her. I explained the feel of each tool, and gauged her reactions: looked like we were going to be sticking mostly with the drumsticks, which was perfectly fine by me. 🙂 I took out my large bottle of water for afterward. When we were both ready i closed the cage door and put my batting gloves on to signal the start.

Explanation: I use batting gloves because they have padded palms. Baseball bats deliver a lot of shock when they slam into a ball, which gets transferred to the hands and can hurt quite a bit. Spanking someone does not deliver quite so much shock, but having ones hands padded does make things easier, plus one can deliver much harder blows without having to worry about one’s hands giving out. It also helps to deal with the shock and potential skin rawness of using implements of various types. I’ve been very pleased with them.

Felicia stood in the middle of the cage as i slowly walked around her, lightly touching her skin with my gloved hand. I lightly massaged her body before roughly grabbing a handful of her hair to guide her to the floor. I laid her on her stomach and began to spank and punch her ass, lightly at first and then harder and harder to listen to her reactions and watch her ass jiggle (because YAY ass jiggling!). I decided that the sensation for this should go from thuddy to stingy, so the first drumsticks i grabbed were the marimba mallets. They have a rubber core, a soft fiber exterior and very springy stems, so i can get a good rhythm with them without much effort. I’ve noticed that i have a lot of fun delivering thuddy pain (almost as much fun as receiving it). Actually i’ve noticed i just like delivering pain in general. Guess i’m a sadomasochist after all. ANYWAY, i varied the sensation by dragging the mallets first, giving a slightly scratchy caress, and then lightly tapping on bony areas and increasing the force as i moved to more fleshy areas (again, YAY ass juggling!). I did the same with my harder, wooden drumsticks and continued the same patterns with my lighting rods. By this point Felicia’s back side, specifically her backside (see what i did thar?) was about done for the evening, and she informed me that she’d like to turn over (my general communication method for scenes is Red/yellow/green, but i also just like direct communication; i’m not likely to want to play with someone who becomes non-verbal unless it’s animal play and/or i know their signals REALLY well).

I should point out here that Felicia has an athletic body and her muscles were quite visible to my eyes. This (along with our previous negotiations) gave me a very good indication of where i could hit safely, but also allowed me some freedom i don’t have normally as far as different areas to hit. For instance, before this scene i’d never hit someone on the arms before and that was a real treat. Continuing with the lightning rods, i started hitting her front side a bit randomly: arms, legs, hips, inner thighs, just whatever came to mind at the time. It was fun because i could tap a few times on a certain area acting as a warm-up, but then hit really hard somewhere else. Plus the lightning rods give a very satisfying “TAK” sound. Along with Felicia’s reactions/noises, i was just having a blast. My fun increased when i started tapping on her bits.

I’m always really careful when play becomes genitally focused, even briefly. I tend to err on the side of “less is more” unless i’m really comfortable with a person and i know what they like or they’re very clearly asking for me to do more. In this case, since it was our first time playing, i stayed fairly light, tapping on Felicia’s bits, using that as a break from rapidly beating her inner thighs. Had a pretty nice sound to it, actually: tak, tak, tak, tak, tak, tak, tak, TAKATATAKATATAKATATAKATATAKATATAKATATAKATATAKATATAKATATAKATATAKATATAKATA tak, tak, tak… and so on. After this i think i switched to my drum brushes for a moment, just to ease down from the impact a bit; these can be a very pleasurable thing for someone who likes light scratches along with stingy hits, but also it transitions well into knife play.

Now, i don’t trust myself with an actual sharp knife yet. But I’ve found i can deliver very similar sensation with a pair of needle-point tweezers, which I’ve used often. They’re very easy to control, and i feel as though they are a very close extension of my own body, since they don’t even go past an inch away from my fingertips the way that i hold them.

I guided Felicia into my lap, and dragged the simulated knife all along her body tracing patterns and carving light welts all along her torso, from her neck down to her thighs. I followed every contour i could see or think of, along her ribs, down her sternum, on her breasts and nipples, across her abs, along her collarbone, you name it. Soon she was a beautiful tapestry of pale skin contrasted with pink and red lines. It was about this time that the party ended, much to my disappointment. I really wanted to continue for at least another half hour. But alas we had to end the scene. We pleasantly bantered as we cleaned up and drank water, then hugged and said our good-nights.

I definitely had a lot of fun with that scene and from all indication, so did she. Hopefully we’ll be able to play again, and with less of a time constraint.

(As usual, all names but one have been changed to Capcom pseudonyms to protect the “innocent.” All actions depicted herein are consensual, though in at least one instance, it might not sound like it.)

I was feeling interestingly tired after my scene with Remy. On its face it hadn’t been a particularly strenuous bit of action, but i think the combination of lack of sleep, the general activity of the day, and the energy of the scene itself had left me a little drained. Not a position i wanted to be in, because coming up soon was the Kraken’s Ball, wherein i had two scenes planned, one of which was bound to be very strenuous on me, both physically and psychologically.

Sakura and i had been planning a scene for a while; she’d tied me at last year’s winter fire and we both had a great deal of fun. She pushed my flexibility and we made a fun and beautiful bit of rope art (as far as i could tell, i was blindfolded). We’d originally wanted to do something similar, pushing my flexibility even more, but the events of life gave me a different idea. Jenn has often tied me sadistically, and in one session, pushed me to the point of crying, but she’d never gone so far as being *purely* sadistic with a rope scene; it was always “ok, i’m gonna push you a bit, ready?” This time around with Sakura, and since the theme of Kraken’s Lair parties has always had a kind of “go hard or go home” bent to it, i wanted to try something different. I wanted to try and achieve some kind of catharsis thru rope.

Under more typical circumstances, this is something that i would ask Jenn to do, but i had some specifics that i knew Jenn would actually be uncomfortable with. First off, i needed Sakura to be completely sadistic. No art, no beauty, just suffering. Secondly, i didn’t want aftercare, which is highly atypical. But the point of this scene for me was that i needed to be able to take everything that she could dish out, and even be broken by it, but afterwards prove to myself that i had the strength to pull myself back together, completely on my own, and go on. It was emblematic of my life circumstances: the universe is throwing a lot of stuff at me, and i’m really barely holding on, but i had to dig deep and pull myself together to get past it all, because ultimately, the only person i can REALLY rely on is myself.

I was still a bit pent up from my scene with Remy, on top of my fatigue, so i was in an odd headspace as Jenn and i got ready in our room. I was, interestingly, not in a bottom-type headspace at all, which i figured would kind of work for the upcoming rope scene, since i needed to be defiant and all “you can’t defeat me!” But i was also feeling really antsy and toppy as well. To the point where, between our hotel room and the elevator, i stopped Jenn in the hallway, shoved her up against a wall and forcefully kissed her. She fought back, but i pinned her hands over her head with one hand, held her body against the wall with my leg between her thighs, grinding against her as i gripped her throat with my other hand ravaged her mouth with mine for a few smoldering minutes. As suddenly as i’d grabbed her, i released her. Grinning, i said “Ok, now we can go,” and briskly walked toward the elevator.

When we arrived at the Kraken’s ball, I saw Sakura being tied in a suspension by her fiancee, Ken. I figured it might be a while before they were done, and also would take some time for her to recover, so i knew i had at least an hour before our scene could take place. I took the time to look around, check out some of the other scenes that were happening, and to check in with Felicia about our impact play scene which would be taking place later that night. That was also a scene i was very much looking forward to, because i’d seen Felicia play (live and “memorex”) and i knew that it would be one of the few opportunities i’d had, so far, to really lay into someone with my drumsticks, et al. She’s a pretty tough bottom, and through our negotiations i’d gotten really excited. I found her between scenes, checked in to make sure that everything was a go (it was), set it up for later and went to find Sakura, who’d come down from her suspension and was sitting quietly.

Something seemed off when i approached her, and that was confirmed when i lightly tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped as though i’d clapped right next to her ear. Turned out that a bunch of stressors had led to her being in the wrong headspace for our scene, so it wasn’t going to happen this evening. Given where my head was already, this was actually just fine with me. I decided to find Jenn and see what she was up to. Turns out she’d just gotten done with a scene, so the timing was pretty good.

I know that i was still feeling extremely horny from my scene with Remy, and Jenn seemed a bit on edge herself, so after a brief conversation and a quick text to Felix to let them know that the room would be sexually occupied, we decided that we simply HAD to go back up to our hotel room to fuck. This isn’t our usual protocol; normally it’s a more organic flow from cuddles to makeouts to whatever-else-we-feel-like inbetween, to fucking, but this time we were pretty much dead set on fucking and cumming. After hastily returning to our room, we quickly shucked most of our clothes and were rather all over each other. There was a brief interlude, where she stood over me with a foot in my lap and all but ordered me to remove her boot. It was at this point that Felix returned to our room and immediately realized that they were interrupting something. Turns out that they hadn’t seen the text. No matter, as the interruption was brief.

As i said, this wasn’t our usual protocol. We don’t typically have what we refer to as “goal oriented” sex; we don’t fuck for the sake of cumming. Don’t get me wrong, we both love a good orgasm, but sometime that doesn’t happen, and that’s just fine. This time, though cumming was the order of the day. Maybe it was the overall sexual energy of the event. Maybe it was the fact that we’d barely seen each other all day. Maybe we’d both been playing away from each other all day and we just missed each other. Who knows, but we both know what buttons to push to help get each other off, and we were definitely pushing them ALL this time. We both came hard and loud, and collapse onto our bed, panting and giggling.

Normally at this point, it would be cuddle and sleep time, but the night wasn’t over yet, and we had a party to get back to. So we changed into some yet sexier clothing, and headed back downstairs to the Kraken’s ball, reenergized for a little more debaucherous fun.

(As per usual, all names have been changed to Capcom character pseudonyms to protect the “innocent.”)

Having missed out on the Queer Cuddle Party for reasons i might go into later, i’d made a cuddle date with Makoto (the host) so that i’d be able to hang with them in a way that was meaningful, because my weekend was otherwise packed (as you’ve read so far) so if i hadn’t made arrangements, i’m pretty sure i wouldn’t have seen them at all until monday morning. Arriving at their room i as greeted with a big hug as usual, and got my cuddles on. At one point there were about five of us in one bed, including myself, Remy, Felix, Makoto, and my queerfriend Abel. I’m not sure how long this cuddle pile lasted, but i know that we all wanted it to go on longer, because i’m pretty sure we whined in unison when people had to leave. But we all had things to do. Luckily, one of the things i had to do was with Remy, so i wouldn’t be gone for long.

Remy and i had a massage date planned. Normally this would be fun in and of itself but it turns out that he gives head in exchange for massages. I’d never given him a full massage before, and in all of our previous playtime, he’d never gone down on me before, so this prospect was intriguing to me for a lot of reasons. I pulled him from his hotel bed (“great lovers when they’re not sleeping,” indeed) and we set up my massage table in a relatively quiet playroom downstairs.

I should interject here that Remy and i had been having conversations about desire and making our desires known. For various reasons, we both have issues with stating/asking for the things we want sexually, even with partners who are VERY enthusiastic about giving us exactly the things we would ask for if we were brave enough. For me in particular this has to do with my body and skin color; i’m very wary about giving off the perception that i’m some big black bull of a dude who wants to stick my dick in everybody. Even though the people who are close to me say that they don’t think of my that way (Kyosuke thinks of me as an andro pretty thing), it’s very difficult to shake off 30+ years of social programming and learned self-perception, no matter what realizations i come to about my gender. Anyway, when we were negotiating our scene, we decided to set up a system where he would have free reign to ask for whatever he wanted: in exchange for merely the act of asking, he’d get some kind of sexy reward, but then also he’d get the thing(s) he asked for. Pretty win-win.

After setting up, we both stripped down (i kept my orange thong on, because as i mentioned earlier, he likes orange), and i started to massage him. He’s a very touch sensitive sort, so i’ve always enjoyed touching him and listening to his reactions. I managed to elicit some surprised reactions out of him as well; i’d never given him a full massage, so there are some parts of him he’d never had someone touch, in the way i was touching him, particularly, the muscles in his chest. I also got some surprises, myself, via his requests, because i don’t normally massage people’s arms and hands, and also i’m so used to Jenn’s hypersensitive feet that massaging Remy’s presented a unique technical challenge just because of the differences. Despite a bit of overzealous oil usage, i think i did an ok job, though. The massage was basically over, but then Remy had another request: he wanted me to punch his ass.

We’d done an impact play scene before (last year), and it was a lot of fun, but it was pretty varied. I’d used a set of drumsticks/drumming implements i’d acquired, along with spanking/punching. I’ve since used this same combination on a few other people, including but not limited to my queerfriend Abel, during which i managed to find a sweet spot on each ass cheek and punched them to orgasm because of the repeated vibration. Always up for trying to make lightning strike a second time (plus i just really enjoy punching asses), i gleefully obliged him, and started striking his ass in different patterns and rhythms to find just the match for his body.

I seemed to find a pretty good stroke after a while, because he was vocally expressing how good he was feeling. Part of me didn’t care about that in a way, because i was having so much fun watching his butt ripple as i hit it. But i was ALSO glad that he was enjoying himself. To enhance the feeling, he requested (more rewards!) that i insert his glass toy before continuing. I’ve never been one to withhold pleasure from anyone (for too long) so lubed up a gloved hand and teased it into him. I’ve always liked his glass toy; i’d like to try it some time. Once that settled into place, i continued punching his ass, varying it up with full-body shaking hits with my entire forearm.

Right around this point, Abel sat down and was watching us. We were at the point where the “trade” part of the massage cam into play and Remy positioned himself to go down on me, upside down. That would be a first for both of us. I had some slight trepidation about doing this in front of Abel, because they and i had not gone here in our sexual escapades, and i wasn’t sure how they’d feel about it. Everything turned out fine though, and they had nice bit of frubbly voypersion. I certainly was enjoying myself, and Remy made himself orgasm with me in his mouth, which btw, if you’ve never had that happen before, is pretty cool because the vibrations from someone’s voice as they’re cumming feels GREAT on your bits. I’ve only ever orgasmed from oral one time, so i knew that wasn’t on the menu, but i was enjoying his mouth quite a bit, so i lingered there for a little while after he came down from his orgasm. Soon he was done, though, and we were both kind of spent, just from the energy.

My lack of orgasm was, unbeknownst to me, going to bite me in the butt later, in the most delightful way.