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We are an extremely happy kinky couple living in a 24/7 master/slave relationship here in the San Francisco Bay Area, but if you were to meet us out at a restaurant, bar, dinner party, club or other social event you'd probably never guess that we are different, as we keep our kink fairly low key and private. If you know us, you'll pick up on the D/s undercurrent that's always there between us, but otherwise we are a very normal, well adjusted, outgoing, social, educated, attractive, and successful vanilla couple with a wide variety of non-kinky hobbies and interests. In fact, a majority of our close friends are non-kinky, and many of our kinky friends are similar to us - they are cool people/couples, with great lives that also just happen to have been born kinky like us. We are poly-playful with submissive females under the age of 35. We are also always looking for new cool kinky friends, singles or couples, that are not looking for play partners, simply because we love having people that we can share and relate this aspect of our lives together with. Basically we are looking for fun, kinky friends who might enjoy going out to dinner, or meeting up for coffee and conversation, or going to an event around town, or having drinks, or just watching TV/Shows/Movies (we are very active, but we love staying in sometimes too).
We love travel, great conversation, dining, fitness (her dance and yoga, him bodybuilding and cardio), photography, shopping, snowboarding, movies, cooking, scuba, sailing, dancing, music, reading, video games and sci-fi (yes, we look like the cool kids, but we both share a dorky side), and museums.

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We've been away for some time, busy, working on our careers, settling into a new home, etc., but now we are back and looking for poly-playful with submissive females under the age of 35, and always, other kinky friends who share busy lives, friends, careers, etc :)


12/10/2009 7:44:30 AM
This morning there was a really good deal on Amazon for a DVD set that, were we big fans of the show, we would have totally purchased. In searching to describe that feeling, she said, "If I was a fan, I'd be all over that... like a Bitch on Dick" - like a Bitch on Dick is my new favorite metaphor.

9/27/2009 10:29:24 AM
It's a beautiful day in San Francisco, borderline hot, perfect for a big kinky street fair with friends! Folsom, here we come.

9/25/2009 9:58:29 PM
Folsom Street Fair is this weekend, and we have kinky friends coming out from Chicago to stay with us!  It's going to be a blast!

7/1/2009 8:28:55 AM
This Friday we are finally going to make it to a Bent event, and we can't wait! Somehow, every Bent event that's come up since we moved here has happened to fall on a day we've been traveling, or had family visiting or when some other more important event has been happening, but this time I think we are actually going to make it. Yay!

6/16/2009 8:43:09 AM
Feels like summer is here and San Francisco is fantastic! We are still having a lot of fun exploring the city and still really enjoying meeting new kinky and non-kinky friends.. Hopefully we will get a chance to meet some of you. Cheers!

3/8/2009 9:46:13 PM
Just a few minutes ago we saw a profile of someone who had viewed our profile and who is new to kink. It inspired us to write this:

We are a life-style couple, 24-7 as they say, but at the same time we both have very normal balanced lives with many non-kinky friends, close families, varied interests/hobbies, education and sucessful careers. So if you are extremely interested in BDSM, like you feel in your bones that this is where you are supposed to be, but you are not sure HOW, or even IF it is possible to balance that side of yourself with all the other important "vanilla" things in life that you also want to have, then at the very least we can offer ourselves as an example of how it is quite possible to have both. And if you have any questions about the lifestyle, kink, how two people can meet on a BDSM dating site and make a life together, or whatever, feel free to ask, as we were all new to BDSM at some point, and we learned a lot from others willing to share.


2/1/2009 11:17:01 PM
We are REALLY looking forward to the Bent Uniformity party this Friday. He is going to be wearing his police uniform (which CM won't allow pictures of unfortunately) and she'll be wearing her girl scout uniform. Feel free to come up and say hello to us, as we are excited to make new friends here in our new home town of San Francisco. Hope to see you all there!

1/15/2009 7:10:00 AM
Well, it's certainly been some time since we updated our journal! Here is the latest. We are finally settled here in our new home town, SF, living in a beautiful place in the city. Getting rid of 90% of our things for our move cross country sounded like an excellent idea, and it still was, but it was a LOT of work repopulating our new place with furniture, especially because we were very picky about a few things, like the bed, couch... oh, hell, pretty much about everything! It took us about two months and several dozen trips to various furniture stores and shops to really get everything, which was a blast during the holidays :P But now, at least once a day, one of us sits back and says something along the lines of "Wow, I love this place".  We still haven't managed to get out to the Citadel, but we did attend two munches, Liquid Munch, where we were two of the three people there (but the other guy was great!) and the Janus Munch, which was quite interesting and which we plan to attend next month again. We've also met another kinky Daddy/lg couple that live just a few blocks away, but with the holidays we haven't had a chance to meet up with them again. Hopefully soon though. So yeah, so far, really good! We love SF and are looking forward to meeting more and more awesome people in the community here!

9/17/2008 5:20:13 AM
Looks like we will finally be arriving in SF beginning at the last week of October. Finally! Temp housing has been setup, we've already shipped most of our stuff ahead, and now we just have vacation next week, a few weeks in a long term hotel here, then a trip to Paris before we'll finally be home. Well, at least in the area of home; we still need to decide where in the Bay Area we exactly want to live and then find a place. The city would be great, but we're also looking at Berkeley or on the Peninsula (since the train stops VERY close to where I work in SOMA, or BART wouldn't be that far either and I'm sure there is a bus that could speed things up as well). We are SOOO ready to be there, so ready to start exploring our new home, so ready to meet new friends, so ready to be in a city with a vibrant community (both kinky and not), etc. Oh, and of course, we are so ready to miss winter in the Midwest too! Although, I will have to be back here on business quite a bit.

5/9/2008 8:40:04 AM
We've been in Madison now for about a month and a half, and I'd say that at this point we are fairly well settled in. Our jobs are both going well,  we've gone to two kinky events/meetings (Satyricon and First Fridays) where we met a number of very cool people, and after holding on for waaaay too long, winter seemst to have finally let of its death grip on the Midwest so we've had the chance to get out and enjoy Madison a bit. Overall, it's a nice place to live and I think we'll have a great summer here!

3/7/2008 9:58:36 AM
We are moving to Madison, WI in a week or two, so I've updated our profile to reflect our new city. Looking forward to meeting new kinky friends in the area!

12/21/2007 8:33:52 AM
Just posted a photo of our latest toys (er, give it a couple of hours to be approved)! Starting from the upper left, white paraffin candles, personalized (with her name) engraved stainless steel kitty bowl, blue multi-size butt plug, spill-proof sippy cup, comfortable red locking ball gag, dual floggers for Florentine fun, three strap suspension wrist restraints, Catherine Coatney posture collar, straight jacket!!!, Wii controller (hell yeah, that shit is kinky!)... red and black shiny tape, spreader bar, red and clear suction cub dildo, dental retractor, vibrating and inflatable butt plug, blue doctors scrub, stethoscope, Wartenberg pinwheel, syringe, rubber tipped reflex hammer and examination pen-light.

12/14/2007 3:36:55 PM
Okay, I promise to take pictures of the new toys this weekend :P. Speaking of this weekend, here are the plans so far: tonight we are going to a ballet performance called "Red Swan Red Swan". Here is a summary of the show "Red Swan Red Swan is a new evening-length solo by Asimina Chremos that frames the dancers body as a meeting place between sensual and ethereal qualities. The work is inspired, in part, by the biography of legendary ballerina Margot Fonteyn, particularly the artistic renaissance late in her career that came about through her partnership with Rudolph Nureyev. Red Swan researches how the practice and performance of dance can bridle, efface, liberate or transform desire."  The last dance show we went to, "Bellydancing Superstars", was great except that one of the dancers would do ballet moves that drove E crazy because they were so bad (I was too busy watching hot girls belly dance to notice :P). Hopefully, she'll enjoy this show more. After the show, we are going to GD to watch our friends do a presenation on "Sadistic Spanking" to the club, then we'll probably play. Tomorrow, we'll probably get hair cuts before going to a beer-pong event another couple/friends are throwing. Then we may come home or go to GD again, depending on how much beer we drink. Sunday, we need to do some more Xmas shopping, clean the house and we'll probably also go see "I Am Legend". Should be a fun weekend!

12/10/2007 1:01:33 PM
Vegas was a blast! The highlights of the trip where hanging out with good friends (some of which I didn't even know were going to be there), the hotel room (Mandalay Bay was very nice), the food at and view from the top of the RIO, and seeing/meeting Penn and Teller (they both autographed a souvenir booklet for me). However, the best thing about going to Vegas for a couple of days, is returning to find your woman/baby/girlfriend/partner/slave/lover/mate (well, not quite yet, but that's the plan) is just so damn happy to see you. When I walked in the door, she had this amazing dinner ready for me and that night we went to the club where we showed off her new straight-jacket. People LOVED it! My favorite part was that it has a crotch strap that I can hold/lift up behind her back and I used it to guide and force her forward around the club. Eventually, just from yanking up on it rythmically, I got her to a point where she was begging me to let her cum. I did, and then held her up by the same strap as her legs gave out beneath her. Later, I put on my scrubs, restrained her to an examination table with stirrups and we did a medical scene that ended with me leaving some of the doctor's "special medicine" insider her, after which I gave her a clean bill of health. Pictures of her jacket and a couple of new toys will be coming soon.

12/5/2007 6:48:01 AM
Wow, our pictures have been stolen and are being used by a couple in the UK/France called "spankandspunk". E is really upset to see her pictures being used by someone else. We've sent them a message calling them out, and reported them as scammers to the automated Collarme system, but don't see any other method to get our pictures removed from their profile. So if you are reading this, and have a moment, please do the same and report them to Collarme as scammers. If enough people do this, the automated system will remove their profile. Thanks! - A&E

12/2/2007 8:28:42 AM
Long time, no updates, so here goes, short and sweet. Celebrating five months since she moved here and in, and all is very well. We flew out to San Francisco and Portland, OR last month for Thanksgiving where she met his family, and they loved her. We will be visiting hers this month. Christmas decorations are up, and we have now spent more than a couple of cold nights just being cozy together around the fire. We have several new toys that we still need to take photos of. We are finally all caught up on Dr. Who and Torchwood, and we are close to finishing Mario Galaxy. Yesterday, we went to the Field Museum to finally visit the Darwin exhibit, had dinner that evening with some kinky friends, after which we all went to GD (which was pretty dead due to the weather) for some fun play. She is hoping to start ballet again this week, while he has a big team party celebrating the successful completion of his three year project and also has an awards ceremony to attend in Vegas, where he is looking forward to seeing Penn and Teller live. Yep, boring update, but seemed like it was high time we report at least something. Happy Hollidays!

10/13/2007 11:12:25 PM
Good lord, I love her!

9/20/2007 9:32:00 PM
Tonight, as we sat at the pizza place with a good portion of our kinky friends doing karaoke, she became tired and laid her head in my lap....

After awhile she asked, "Daddy, did you put my butt plug in me last night?"...

I had to think about it, but after a few beats I replied, "Yes baby, I'm fairly certain that I did"....

Then I laughed and told her, "I don't think anyone has ever asked me that particular question before"....

Then I laughed again after realizing that as funny as the question was, it was even funnier that we've come so far with our kink that I'd had to consider it for awhile before I could give her an answer... :)

8/29/2007 9:16:31 PM
We registered for Kinky Kollege about a month ago, and have our hotel room booked, but I don't think we posted that fact here yet. Well, we are and we are both REALLY looking forward to it! I wonder how many people on here will be going?...

8/13/2007 9:29:34 AM
She has been looking for a job going back to pretty much before she even moved here, but nothing great was turning up, and frankly there was no rush or need for her to get one, although I know that by the time a month had rolled around she was getting antsy to get one anyway. So, in a sense, she settled and interviewed with an educational organization she wasn't really all that interested in, but which paid fairly well and was probably the very stable/smart thing to do... but after her second very successful interview, she called me and basically expressed how she was so completely NOT interested in the job (which they offered her btw), at least not at heart or in the ways you "should" be interested in a job; while she could totally do it, and probably do it  very well, it was not at all a challenge, not at all a thrill, and not anything along the lines of what she really wanted to do or have become a career. So I told her that it was fine with me if she didn't accept the job, but that she should go home and start applying for more jobs that she did actually want. And guess what she did?    

My baby frack'ing (BSG reference) came home and started cold calling companies in the field she wanted to work in! That's right, she was so driven that she found a long list of places she wanted to work at, contacted a good portion of them inquiring about jobs, and was actually turned away by almost all of them, but then finally came across one where they were looking for someone with a lot of potential and aptitude (and her experience and well written resume also helped I'm sure), but who, at the same time, was also willing to start at the bottom, work their way up quickly and basically prove themselves... After talking to them on the phone for almost an hour, they scheduled her to come in the next day for an interview, which she aced becuase they offered to start her the very next day!    

So basically she found the dream job that she wanted, and not one that just fell into her lap either; she made it frack'ing (BSG again... yeah, I'm a huge dork...) happen on her own, and now, to reach her current goals, she just has to earn what it takes to get to the next level at it! I personally have no doubt she will do just that... and more.    

She is truly amazing. I am extremely proud of my baby.

-A

7/30/2007 11:01:17 PM
I've been super busy with work, and then spending most of my time outside of work with the beautiful ballerina, so I've had almost zero time or energy to post, but I'm feeling inspired tonight to at least write a quick update... perhaps because today (as in 7/31) is the one month anniversary of her move to Chicago, and it is going extremely well.    

Despite not having nearly as much time as I'd like to spend with her, we've made it work, as it's still soooo much better than the long distance thing. I've managed to make at least one night and day on the weekends to spend together, and we do see each other for a couple of hours every night before we go to bed, during which we generally talk, cuddle, watch TV (we've watched all of Firefly... I think we may start doing Farscape next, and when she has caught up, we'll do Dr. Who) and sometimes do a little play, or we play video games. Yep, she actually enjoys video games! Her birthday was this month, she was really looking forward to doing the traditional going to the store the night of and getting Harry Potter, and she had mentioned games she loved from years ago that missed playing, so I bought her a Wii with the Harry Potter game and she LOVED it! I mean the Wii that is. She has actually been playing Zelda (one of the games she mentioned) everyday since she got it, perhaps saving the HP game for later. Anyway, I feel very lucky to have found this amazing woman that I have so many things in common with. I mean, I knew we shared many of the same "needs", but to have her also share so many "wants" (seriously, video games, sci-fi and a myriad of other things were only "wants") makes me feel rather blessed. I never dreamed I'd find someone like this.    

Anyway, gushing over my girl on here is probably getting old, so let's get on to more fun stuff shall we? We are both now members of the local dungeon/play-space, and we've gone three out of the four past weekends. This last weekend after a bit of flogging, violet wand fun, and spanking, we actually had sex in public together for the first time, which was followed up with more flogging, violet wand fun, spanking and use of the Hitachi. I was very proud when, even though she was well past being done, she still came one more time on command... although I'm not sure how much she likes the Hitachi now. I take solace in the fact that she still loves her Cone.    

Afterwards, we watched some friends do suspension play, which inspired us to do some rope play the next day, on Sunday, after we had gone out for breakfast, gone to the movies (Simpsons), checked out the local street festival, shopped a bit and then come home to relax. It was fun and we are looking forward to next weekends presentation at GD on rope play by the very same couple we watched on Sunday. Later that evening, we went for a walk, then we played video games until we went to bed (she played Zelda while I played Civ IV... god we are dorks!).    

I have on-camera interviews with the press tomorrow, so I should really go to bed now, but before I turn in, I should mention that we already bought our tickets for KinkyCollege in November. If you are going, drop us a line and hopefully we'll see you there!    

Life is very good right now. I can't wait for my project to finish at work in a couple of weeks so we can spend more time together enjoying this beautiful weather before winter. I have so many things I want to show her! Oh, and we will absolutely be taking some trips/vacation together soon. It's going to be fun! :)

7/8/2007 6:59:20 PM
I've just updated our photos with a picture of all the toys we've collected since I met her. It may be a day or so before the photo gets approved, but I wanted to jump on here anyway and describe all of them before I forgot.

Starting from the top left going clockwise:

Enema/Douche bag
Small Speculum
Deluxe Violet Wand Kit
Paraffin Wax Heater
Pussy and Nipple/Clit Pump
Two Little Pad Locks
Vibrating Periscope with Light
Whip
The CONE (a vibrating rubber monster that she loves!)
Wireless Remote Control Butt Plug
Locking Inflatable Gag
Vibrating Crop
Small Rubber Coated Cane
1 1/2" Ring Gag (too big for her :( )
And finally, the red ball thing under the Enema bag is a pump with an insertable tip on the end that stuff gets pushed out of...

Yay!

6/13/2007 10:08:09 PM
<Announcement Start>
CHICAGO, Illinois and PENSACOLA, Florida, June 13, 2007 - -- SingleRarity (NYSE: MASTER) and LittleSecret2 (NASDAC: SLAVE) today announced that SingleRarity has filed a preliminary proxy statement pursuant to U.S. securities regulations with the Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) in connection with the couples' previously announced merger of equals. This filing may be accessed through the SEC website at www.sec.gov. LittleSecret2 will file the final proxy statement with Florida securities regulators at a later date, once the SEC has approved the SingleRarity filing.

On June 13, 2004, LittleSecret2 and SingleRarity announced a definitive agreement to combine in a merger of equals. The couple will be called DuoRarity and will be the world's happiest Finnish, English, German, Austrian French, Scottish, Italian and Slavic mixed couple sharing their headquarters in Chicago, with a strong foundation of established connections in four of the US's top 10 kink markets.



The combination is expected to unlock significant value for shareholders. From the outset, value creation will come from both the ability to focus investments on core relationship goals to grow revenues and the ability to capture an expected minimum of 1000 in annualized synergies, much of which are expected to be realized within the first 18 months following completion of the merger. Secondly, a stronger overall financial platform will lead to deeper support of core kinks and key needs to drive revenue, share and volume growth (especially down there!). Finally, the merger will create the scale and relationship strength to allow DuoRarity to compete more effectively in the increasingly global and highly dynamic kinky scene long-term.
</Announcement End>   





Okay, that was pretty silly, but last night I spent over 1/2 an hour of extremely precious free-not-at-work-me-time modifying a stupid beer company merger statement that I found, so I'm going to frack'en post it anyway and add that basically Elle_belle99 and I have merged profiles, and much more... She is moving to Chicago, and into my... no, our place, on July 3rd.

We couldn't wait any longer. We are merging :)

6/6/2007 1:36:19 PM
A few people have written to ask, but I haven't had time to update with a real entry so I'll just say this quickly. She is moving to Chicago to stay within a few weeks. Soon "I" will be "we" and "my" will be "ours".

5/28/2007 1:56:33 PM
Longer entry later, but wow, what a weekend. She was here and is still amazing. In addition we had multiple great get-togethers with both kinky and non-kinky friends, great food, a great convention (IML, where I bought a Deluxe Violet Wand kit, speculum and bondage tape), great toys (um, the Violet Wand rules!), great sex (after eight times we are both hurting down there), great scenes (we played in public at GD!), great conversations, great TV a'watch'n together (we dorked out and watched two episodes of Farscape), great theater (Wicked was very good), great showers (so nice to have someone to wash your back), great photos (the computer cable is at work, so I'll have to post them, at least the tamer ones, alter) and great just waking up togethers. I just got back from the airport where we said goodbye for now. I'm exhausted, and while I'm sad she is gone, I'm happy because it looks like the next time she comes, it will be to stay :)

5/14/2007 1:49:58 PM
         She is coming for Memorial Day weekend and neither of us can wait. So far the only plan that is locked in stone is going to see Wicked on Sunday. I was able to get pretty good seats, and it makes me happy that she is so excited to see this show. I am too, as I actually really enjoy live productions, but with her acting background and passion for theater, she is even more so.

         Not sure which day yet (most likely Saturday), but we also will be going to the IML (International Man of Leather) marketplace to buy more toys together :).  I’m really excited about going because for months everyone has been telling me how amazing the IML marketplace, and after looking at the list of vendors that will be there (over 100!), I believe them. She is going to wear her collar while we are there, and both of us are looking forward to her wearing it in public for the first time. God, it is going to be so awesome to have her there to try everything on. I have the feeling I’m going to spend a lot of money. So far I know that I want to get a violet wand, a ring gag wide/large enough for me to fit through, various medical toys, a posture collar, inflatable dildo gag and any clothing/leather that looks hot on her… who am I kidding. She would make maternity wear look smoke’n, and I can’t buy everything at the show, so I’ll have to control myself. Oh, and shoes! I wonder if any of the vendors will have ballet boots there? I’d like to see how she looks in those.

         Speaking of ballet, she is going to bring her pointe shoes and leg warmers. I can’t wait to see her dance... *sigh*

         We are also planning to go to Galleria Domain 2, where again she will wear her collar in public. I’m really looking forward to introducing her to some of the people in the local community and to showing her all the fun equipment they have at the club. It sounds like a lot of people are not going to be at GD on Saturday night when we are probably going to go, so we may meet up with some of them on Sunday night instead for dinner. I should start really locking that down and make reservations somewhere nice.

         If the weather is nice, we’ll probably go on the architectural river tour, and go shopping on Michigan Ave. I’m sure we’ll also go up to the Signature Lounge at the top of the John Hancock building to enjoy the view over a drink.

         A couple of my non-kinky friends have birthdays around that weekend so there may be a party or BBQ during one of the evenings, and I would also love to introduce her to them.

         Oh, and we will most likely have breakfast/brunch at the nearby Bongo Room, as they have great waffles and pancakes with delicious fruity toppings like she loves.

         Of course there will be a lot of other stuff going on as well, lots of playing, lots of cuddling, lots of just being together, but that’s private ;)

         A much longer weekend than we had in New Orleans, with so many fun things to do together. I can’t wait!


5/6/2007 1:38:33 PM
Work has been terribly busy, with twelve hour days six days a week, but I really needed to meet her (so much for no long distance relationships...), so I convinced my company to give me this past Friday and the weekend off to go visit her. I headed off to the airport with plenty of time to spare because I really wanted to make my flight on time. I had already checked in and received my boarding pass via the internet that morning, even secured exit row aisle seats, but I need to check in bags (one with my clothes and the other with my toys), so I wandered over to the US Airways counter, which turned out to be in chaos. It was unclear where to line up, who was doing what and what people were supposed to do, but from experience I knew that I could do self-check in, declare my bags and that someone would probably come by and tag them, which is what happened after I waited for only about 10 minutes. As I headed for security I felt sorry for all the people I had left standing in a long line and being served by only one person.        

Security lines were long, so I didn't get through until about 20 minutes later, but I passed the time talking to her on the phone. Then, when I got to the gate, I got into line again because I had a question about the flight and again passed the time talking to her. I think I was there for about 20 minutes and it didn't more. Not one person. The same person was being helped the entire time. Then, when she was finally helped, the guy at the counter made an announcement. The flight was delayed, a different flight to Tucson was now going to be at that gate and he was only going to be answering questions from people on that flight. Anyone with a problem, which I did because I needed to know if I'd make my connection, would have to go back to the ticket counter or call the airline. I said goodbye to her and did both.       





So, back through security I headed and got into that long line I had felt sorry people were in while at the same time calling US Air from my cell phone. After telling me it would be 20 minutes, I was put on hold and repeatedly told by the hold recording how frick'en awesome US Airways is. The line inched along, but long before I got to the counter I heard the voice of an operator. She informed me that all flights out of Philadelphia were delayed, so that even though my flight there was too, I should still be okay. So back through security I went, had some food and then waited at my gate for my delayed flight to leave. The time came, I boarded, found my seat and we taxied onto the runway where we were about to take off when the captain stopped the plane and announced we were going to be delayed for 1 hour and 20 minutes. Crap!       

So, I got my phone back out and again waited on hold for 20 minutes to check on my connection with US Airways in Philadelphia, and again they assured me that I would probably be able to make it. Eventually the flight took off, landed, we waited for a gate for perhaps 20 minutes and then finally got off the plane where I learned that I had missed my connection but that I was booked already on a flight in the morning to D.C. with a new connection to New Orleans. Oh, and unfortunately because there was a big track meet in town, there were no hotels so I was going to either have to secure my own room, at my own expense, or stay in the terminal. As my new flight was on the early side, I opted to stay in the terminal.        

Calling her to tell her the bad news, that I wouldn't be in New Orleans that evening to finally meet her, was by far the worst part. We briefly discussed other ways I might get down there sooner, but in the end it was clear I was stuck for the night, and she didn't want to stay in New Orleans alone, so she turned back home while I contacted the hotel to tell them I wouldn't be there that night, but that we wanted to keep our reservations for the following nights. Then, I went and had some dinner along with a few beers.       

I was not alone in the terminal that night at gate F37. There probably around 10 of us stuck in hell... I mean Philadelphia, and at least the airline was nice enough to bring out some cases of water, orange juice, diet coke, pretzels and ice for us. And CNN was on the TV above us, so we were somewhat entertained until they started to repeat the same news stories for about the third or fourth time. And of course, I spent awhile on the phone with her, which always lifts my spirits.

Around 1 AM I managed to fall asleep, and was great until 3 AM when I heard what sounded like a lawn mower slowly getting closer. When it was finally just outside my bedroom window, I woke up confused and looked around only to discover that pretty much everyone else was doing the same. Then we all stared dumbfounded at the man with the giant floor waxing machine slowly crisscrossing back and forth across the terminal. It took him forever to finish, and by then I was completely awake again, so that was pretty much it for rest. Finding I was too tired to do much else, I located an outlet and watched Lost on my laptop the rest of the early morning hours.      

That morning I waited for the first flight out to D.C., which was first delayed and then cancelled due to fog in Philadelphia. Then I waited for the next flight, which was also delayed... at that point I still had not called her to give her an update because I didn't want her to share in the terrible ups, downs and disappointments along the way of not knowing if I'd ever make it to New Orleans to see her. I resolved not to call until I was actually on the damn plane. Finally we got word that the plane was actually on its way, then we got a time of arrival, then it actually pulled up to the gate, the passengers on it disembarked and we got on! I finally called her to give her the good news, then I texted her right as we were taking off to let her know I was on my way.      

We landed in D.C. with enough time before our next flight to go get some food. Our flight, and I say our because there were five of us that were stranded in Philadelphia together on the way to New Orleans, was in a different terminal, so we all walked over and want through security together. Then we found a restaurant where the guys started ordering rounds of beer to celebrate no longer being in hell er, I mean Phili. At this point we were all completely paranoid about missing our final flight to NO, so we continually checked the monitor for gate change information. Not trusting that completely either, because at least one person had missed their flight earlier because US Airways was not updating the monitors, we also kept sending scouts to the actual gate where over and over again we found nobody working. As the time crept up on our boarding time, we finally began to freak out again.     

At the gate there were other people looking for a different US Airways flight that was supposed to depart from there, but there was no plane and nobody from the airline there. Looking across the tarmac we could see the gate in the other terminal where our tickets said the flight was originally supposed to be, but there was no plane there either and the monitor continued to say our flight was leaving from where we were standing. We asked tried asking security if they knew anything but they couldn't help. Then we spotted a pilot from the airline, who we quickly surrounded and it turned out he was our pilot, for our flight to NO, but, and you are not going to believe this, he didn't know which gate the flight was supposed to leave from either. So we held on to him. He was our hostage. Clearly the flight could not leave without him so we were not going to let him out of our sight until we found it.      

Eventually we saw a plane pull up to the other gate, and after several calls to dispatch the pilot learned that was in fact our plane. So we all hurried over to the other terminal, went through security again and stood in line again to board. Next thing you know we were onboard and then the flight was actually taking off and then it actually eventually landed in New Orleans!!! I had called her before we took off to confirm that she was on her way, so I was relatively certain she'd be there at the airport waiting for me.     

After stopping in the men's room to clean up a bit (keep in mind, I'd been traveling without my luggage for more than 24 hours by now), I walked through security and... well, she wasn't there. I was already feeling a few pangs of nervousness, but now, as I headed towards baggage claim I was actually getting worried that she might not be there. But as I rode the escalator down, I saw her sitting in the distance, unmistakable from her photos, short blond hair, long legs and the high heels I told her to wear. She was playing a cell phone game to keep herself distracted, so she didn't notice me until I put my hand on her hair and said her name. She stood up and it was perfect. She was perfect. I was perfect. It was just perfect and we were happy. I kissed her and we embraced each other for I'm not sure how long, but by the time I looked around again, everyone, including my friends from the flight, were gone. I saw my bags in the claim office, so taking her by the hand, we went and grabbed them, then headed towards her car.      

After loading up the bags, we got in and proceeded to do some passionate making-out in plain view of a glass elevator that was passing up and down a building just in front of her car that we failed to notice until after we had been going at it for several minutes. Luckily, both of us are exhibitionists, and we would have simply continued going at it but I was anxious to get to the hotel, if only to clean up after my over 24 hour ordeal. And of course there were a few other things I really wanted to do that were simply impractical in the front seat of her Mitsubishi Eclipse. So, I started up the car and off we went to downtown New Orleans.      

There were still signs of the damage from the hurricane, most in the form of buildings with FEMA markings still on them that had not yet been cleaned up yet. We got off and actually drove around the Super Dome which had been repaired since that last time I saw it on the news damaged and full of displaced people. Downtown was almost completely repaired though, and our hotel, the Sheraton was very nice. We dropped the car off with the valet, checked in and went up to our room, where I had her get down on her knees so I could enjoy simply having her at my feet. To people outside of the lifestyle, I'm sure having your partner, someone you love, admire and respect, in this position might sound or feel strange, but to us it feels totally and completely natural, like that's exactly where and how things are supposed to be. It was beautiful.      

Shortly after that I asked her if she would like to see my toys, which she of course said yes to, and then something interesting happened; as I pulled each toy out of my bag, they went from being mine to being ours. My favorite flogger... now ours. The leather strap/paddle that makes such a fantastic slapping noise, now ours. The wrist and ankle restraints with the purple padding, ours, on and on with each toy I showed her. I've never used my toys on anyone else, and as I showed them to her I realized that I never would.      

It was wonderful the intimacy we shared through the rest of the weekend. I loved taking our first shower together, having her head in my lap, putting her restraints on her, falling asleep and waking up with her in my arms, walking through the streets of New Orleans with her hand in mine, bringing her to tears and then holding her until the sobbing stopped, putting her collar on her, her body pressed against mine with her head on my shoulder for safety, caressing her hair, laying on the bed together just watching the news, being inside of her over and over, secretly getting her off while in the middle of a crowd at a busy bar, hearing her voice, smelling her hair, making her laugh... she was amazing.     

She took her collar with her when she left on Sunday night. It was not easy saying goodbye and neither is the distance between us now, but knowing that we will be together again soon and that she is mine now makes it easier.

4/9/2007 5:38:00 PM
Slave to the Gym, Work and Winter:

        There was a woman on a machine facing away from me at the gym with what looked like this big awesome silver collar on, and I was like wow, she must be someone's slave if she's wearing THAT even while working out, but as I circled around to get a look at her from the front, I realized that they were just the top of silver headphones that were off her ears and resting on her neck. Boooo!

        We've officially decided to work this Saturday, but at least we are making it a normal eight hour day instead of the twelve hour ones we're doing during the week. I'm thinking that I'll probably go out and grab a beer with office mates that night then.

        I hate the weather here sometimes. As I walked out of my front door this morning to go to the gym there were these white puffy things drifting around in the air. I thought they might be pollen, but nope, they were snow flakes. Winter just won't seem to quit!

4/1/2007 7:10:11 AM
I wrote this in response to the question "Describe your most memorable scene" on a different site:  The first time the DOM in me was awoken. I was with a friend of mine, an erotic friend as she called herself since we both knew that a relationship beyond friendship was not likely between us, and she asked me to do some things to her that as a "nice guy" I had never even considered before, but I agreed to try. A few minutes later, with one hand tightly clasped around her neck, the other pulling her head back by her hair or slapping her face and tits while I told her what a slut she was, I found myself almost indescribably aroused by the combination of totally objectifying/dominating her while at the same time feeling a level of intimacy between us that I have only experienced with partners I have been deeply in love with. At that moment, there was no turning back from facing, understanding and becoming who I really am inside.

3/28/2007 6:26:55 AM
Got off work late (as is usual nowadays as my team pushes to finish our project) on Friday night and, given that I had a lot I wanted to get done the next day, I decided to stay in an relax. It was a good move because on Saturday I managed to hit the gym, clean the entire house, do all my laundry, shop for clothes for spring, buy a new digital camera and hit the super market. The house and laundry really needed my attention because with being away the previous two weekends and my work schedule they had been neglected for some time, and I really don’t like living in a mess (although by some bachelor’s standards I’ve seen, I suppose my place was actually still pretty clean). I had them wrapped up in the morning, so I headed out to get some shopping done.    

I ended up stopping in a clothing store where I bought a few light Spring shirts and two pairs of shorts, that later something I haven’t done for awhile, well at least not non-gym/swimming shorts that is. I don’t know why it happened but at some point, except at the gym and to the beach, I just stopped wearing shorts, and until Saturday I didn’t even own a pair anymore. I think it was a combination of feeling they looked too juvenile for the boss to wear, not having any shoes that looked right with them and being naturally pale that drove me from them. I guess now I’m just more relaxed and confident in my position, I have sandals that I think look okay with shorts and... well, the legs are still kinda pale :). So you are looking at the proud new owner of two, yes two!, pairs of casual cargo shorts. Yes, it probably is the first sign of the coming Armageddon.     

After my foray into the world of high fashion, I headed over to Best Buy where I bought a new digital camera. It’s smaller, lighter, has twice the battery time, the LCD screen is at least twice as big, takes photos at almost four times the resolution and has eight times the storage space than my old camera which I bought over six years ago. It’s also faster, smarter, better looking and chicks really dig it. Okay, not sure about that last one, but a man can always hope.    

Hit the supermarket next to stock up on food, but actually didn’t end up buying much because I realized that while yes, I don’t have a huge amount of food in the house, that’s not a bad thing because I’m actually not there much during the week and if I get stuff it will probably just go to waste. So I just picked up a few things for the weekend and headed home to get ready to go out.    

I had plans that evening to go dancing with a few kinky couples that I'm friends with and maybe end up a strip club near the club we were going to. We met up for drinks at one of their places, after which we all piled into a cab together and headed to the club. By e-mailing both clubs ahead of time, I actually had gotten us on their “VIP” lists, so we got to get in the special line and got in for free, which although a bit cheesy was nevertheless nice. In the club we did a lot more drinking and a bunch of dancing. The music brought me back to my days as a raver in college, and I really enjoyed watching the current crop of kids enjoying themselves on the dance floor like I used to (we were dancing upstairs looking down on the main floor). Good lord, they were sure having a good time... it's funny how they still pretty much dance the same way as we did.     

Anyway, a couple of other kinky girls eventually joined us and we continued to dance and have sillier and sillier conversations until it was clear we had to get at least one of the people in the group home before she fell over. So, I saw them all off in a cab and walked home from the club where I promptly passed out myself. I woke up the next morning smelling of stale cigarette smoke and sporting a very bruised palm, but I seriously don't remember spanking anyone THAT hard... maybe I fell down at some point that I can’t remember? Regardless, it is now a mystery that may never be solved.    

So Sunday started out a bit rough, but I managed to make it to the gym, which pretty much snapped me out of it, and then out to eat with some friends to enjoy the beautiful warm weather together (wearing my new shorts of course!). Oh, and I got a recruiting call that afternoon for a producer gig that would have me living in San Francisco but spending a fair amount of time in the UK which I told them I'd be interested in pursuing further. Most likely nothing will come of it, but it's always good to pursue options. Sunday night I just relaxed, answered some e-mail, watched some shows I'd downloaded (caught up on 24) and got myself ready for the long week ahead. Not bad for the first weekend of Spring I’d say!

3/24/2007 7:24:36 AM
I haven't seen the data cables for either my digital camera or my MP3 player since I flew back from the Canary Islands two weeks ago :(. I've looked all over for them multiple times, but I've finally accepted that they are gone. I suppose they are in some airline's lost and found or still on that topless beach in Tenerife. Now the MP3 player is relatively new, so I'm looking into getting a replacement, but the camera was so very very old, and I've actually been waiting... no, hoping for it to break so I could get a shiny new toy to replace it. I think no longer being able to actually get the pictures off the camera counts as being broken don't you? :P
                  
In other new toy news, I was reading rave reviews about it in a thread, and there it was on Amazon just begging for me to buy it, the "Hitachi Magic Wand Vibrating Massager by Vibratex Deluxe Package". Damn Amazon's "1-Click" ordering! ;)

3/22/2007 8:48:36 PM
So last weekend I went to the SINSations in Leather convention. It started out with me waking up on Friday morning and going to the gym early so that I could get home in time to pack before work. Packing my clothes was easy, but this was the first time to pack all my toys, so it took a little longer than I’d planned to get them all organized and safely stored in their own bag. At that point it was a little late to meet up with my carpool group (and I didn’t want to have to schlep my two bags all the way to the meeting point), so I grabbed a cab into work instead, but when we got to my work it turned out that he had no change and all I had were 20’s, so for the first time ever I used a credit card in a taxi. The driver seemed fine with it, in fact he apologized for not having change, which surprised me because of the many stories I’d heard about cab drivers being upset when people wanted to use their cards. Anyway, I was still a little suspicious as I got out of the cab, and for just a moment I was scared he might take off before I could get my bags out of the trunk as revenge. But he didn’t and all my stuff was soon safely stored in my office.
                      
Later my boss (and good friend) came in and noticed the handle of the crop sticking out of one of the bags and we joked about how he really didn’t want to know what else was in them :P                 

Originally I was going to take all of Friday off, but there was just too much to do, so I decided to come in for at least a few hours. Then of course, I ended up staying past my original departure time wrapping some thing up and didn’t make it to the station until 4 PM (I had planned on around 2 PM). But it was fine. I got to the airport in plenty of time to get the 5 PM shuttle (in large part because it didn’t come until 5:30 :P), then it got me to the hotel by about 6 PM and I was unpacking in my room by around 6:15. After getting all my things situated and cleaning up, I headed down stairs for the Kick-Off Party and Guided Tour & “First Timers” Orientation, which this being my first convention I went to. Turns out it was being guided by a friend and organizer of the event from TNGC and GD2. I was happy to see him there, and to see him in good spirits because earlier in the week he had suffered a loss in the family. After the tour, I grabbed a drink and met up with a woman that had contacted me a few days before to invite me to meet up with her and her friends who all live in the suburbs. It’s always fun to meet new people, so I joined them and found everyone to be very cool. We ended up having a few drinks together in the hotel bar and missed the opening ceremonies, which was lucky because afterwards everyone who went said that I didn’t miss a whole lot.                      

It was probably around 9 PM when I decided to go look and see if my friends from TNGC were at the play party yet. The playroom was basically a large hotel ballroom with dozens of racks, spanking tables, suspension bars, etc. and one side of the room which had the floor covered with plastic tarps was even reserved for medical and other forms of wet play. The party was already going, with lots of fun noises being made all around me, but I didn’t recognize anyone, so I headed to the bar to have some food and then feeling really tired, retired to my room for the night. I know, not exactly what you wanted to hear, but I’m not all that big of a voyeur to begin with and watching people that I also don’t know at all is even less interesting for me, except in cases where the people are really attractive. So I spent the later part of the evening in my room watching History channel like a big nerd.                        

In the morning I slept in, then I checked e-mail and spent more time than I should have replying to people, so I actually found myself with the option of missing the first class of the day or hitting the gym. I chose the later, because I’m a big gym nerd too. After the workout I went to a class on Interrogation that was somewhat interesting, but the stories told by the couple teaching the class about their relationship was more interesting than the topic of the class. But I did hear an interesting definition:  

The definition of Humiliation versus degradation: Humiliation is where you break societal standards to lessen someone’s dignity or pride. Degradation is where break their personal standards. The first is okay and can be thrilling, like calling someone your dirty little slut as you ram them in the ass from behind. The second would not be okay, as it would be hurtful, like if your partner had a serious issue with their weight and you grabbed their ass and called them/it fat. A Dominant/Master risks doing permanent damage to a relationship when he uses degradation over humiliation (the later of which I rather enjoy ;) ).
                             
After class I went to the free STD testing center, filled out an anonymous survey and got HIV tested. It requires a simple swab of the inside of the mouth, between the gums and cheek, and only takes 20 minutes to get the result, so I did some toy shopping (more on those later), dropped them off in my room and then went back for the results. Now, I’m a big practitioner of safe sex, but even so there is simply no such thing and perfectly safe sex, so part of me was nervous when I sat down with the councilor to hear the news… but I was HIV negative, and so I headed off to grab lunch a happy person.
                   
After lunch I took a class on Master/slave protocols taught by Robert Rubel and was not only interesting but inspiring! The details are too many to go into, but I enjoyed hearing another set of definitions. Topping/bottoming is physical, Domination/submission in mental and Master/slave is spiritual. I thought that those were very good ways to describe the differences, as they are often confused when people talk about BDSM. Anyway, there were several M/s couples in the room, some older, some younger, some with kids, some without, and it was extremely interesting to hear people talk about their relationships because while the core M/s element were there for all of them, there was a wide variety of how that was expressed and what protocols people used, but all of them were really fascinating and in many ways beautiful. One woman cried when she talked about how paramedics had to remove the collar her master had given her, destroying it in the process, and all the other slaves in the room completely sympathized with her, some showing signs of tears themselves. I was enthralled.
                        
I headed back up to my room to drop off some more toys I’d bought during the break and looked out the window of my 8th floor room, and it struck me that Illinois is VERY flat. In the city there are tall buildings that break up the landscape, but out here in the suburbs most buildings are only one or two stories high and looking out there was not a mountain or hill in any direction for as far as the eye could see. Having grown up in California, I found the flatness odd and just slightly disturbing.
                      
The bad weather back east kept one presenter from making it to the convention, so some friends from the local Chicago scene stepped up and did my next class, this one on breath play (they have been doing presentations for a long time on various topics, so it was easy for them to step up and do one at the last minute). They covered everything from safety, to the different types of items and holds you could use, to the different kinds of breath play (suffocation, compression, strangulation and drowning). The girl is addicted to this form of play, and has been doing it since she was 11 years old, so they not only had a very informative presentation on the topic, including the fact that it is NOT safe, but when they performed each thing they spoke about, they were REALLY into it and that made it rather hot. This is the second class I’ve seen them give, the other was on Fear Play (which they actually taught the next day, although I didn’t go to that class again).
                              
So I was happy to discover that toys were cheaper at the show than online. On Saturday I bought clover nipple clamps, some restraint hooks in the style I’ve been looking for, blunt tipped scissors (for cutting rope in an emergency) and a leather paddle with the word SLUT mirrored on it so that when you hit someone’s ass with it, that word will appear. I also bought a jeweled butt plug, two sets of tweezer nipple clamps, the first with a chain connecting them, and the second which are stand alone but that have bells attached to them (in case I want to always know where my s is at all times :P). AND I also got an Njoy Pure Wand (so heavy, but perfect for hitting that spot to hopefully make someone squirt!). I don’t collect many things, but I love my toy collection!
                            
The party that night opened up with a young very attractive belly dancer who showed off her moves for about 10 minutes to a group that had gathered in a large circle around her, her master (Jimi Tatu) and some suspension apparatus. As the music continued and she danced, her master began to "capture" her limbs one at a time with rope and then very quickly he lifted her into the air in a horizontal position where she continued to writhe in rhythm to the music. It was very well done and entertaining; I think even a non-kinky audience would have enjoyed it. Then people started playing, but I didn't know anyone again so I went up to my room and watched TV for about an hour (History channel show about the Vandals) because I knew most of my friends (pretty much all couples) would not be down until later. When I got back downstairs various friends were playing already with a big group working on a scene where a woman was suspended in a cage that was then suspended itself, so they asked me to help with some of the lifting and tying of the numerous ropes they used. Then I mostly chatted with people and observed other scenes people were doing, including one that included fire play (which I took a class on the next day) and another electrical play, two things I'd never seen live before. Eventually, I got bored (really, I’m just not a voyeur) and went to have a drink at the bar (which is outside the play area) where I  began chatting to an older woman (just younger than my mom) sitting next to me who had been part of the scene in Chicago since it started like 20+ years ago. She told me all the gossip about the different groups and clubs, and the history from her perspective, which was quite interesting. Then she told me about her 21 y/o daughter and how she suspected she was interested in this stuff too, but didn't know if or how to talk to her about it, and we debated the pros and cons of that problem until the bar closed at 1 AM, at which point I went back to the play room and found my friends still doing various scenes that included suspending more people with rope, so I was once again enlisted to help out, this time in a scene the involved two young women suspended with their asses touching and a double dildo being shared between them. They were then knocked together with the help of two men standing behind them. Afterwards there was general socializing, and then everyone went back to their rooms, with your truly going it alone, so yes, I was somewhat involved in the party that night, but only in a fully clothed manner.
                             
The next day I went to the gym, had breakfast and then went to the fire play class, which made something that I had not really been all that interested in before look much more fun than I expected, especially because the demonstration model really got off on it. So maybe something I’ll try someday. That class was followed by a class on Master/slave dynamics that focused a great deal on the spiritual aspects of that kind of relationship. I found it interesting that the presenter described most slaves as incredibly accomplished people that can take care of the universe, but can’t take care of themselves. So a good Master must create a structured, consistent and nurturing environment where they can and do take care of themselves. I agreed with much of what he said, but got called out when a show of hands identified me as the one and only agnostic person in the room. He made me stand up with him in front of the class, and then not-so-subtly flirted with me while he tried to convince me that it was impossible not to have spiritual beliefs. It didn’t last long though because I think I surprised him with an explanation of how I was brought up (not religious but very spiritual, with something akin to Buddhist philosophy, and he it turns out was a Buddhist monk for awhile) and how I questioned my faith and ultimately accepted that I simply didn’t know one way or another whether there is a spiritual component to the universe or not, and he realized that he was not going to convince me right there in front of class in the limited amount of time we had remaining. If I got the chance to speak with him again, I would hopefully explain better that the elements he associates with spirituality, and which make up the fundamental elements of D/s relationships, are just as important to me and I totally agree that they are key, only I see them through a slightly different lens, as philosophy, ethics, respect, connection, friendship and love all combined together. We both have faith, but we just have different names for that.
                            
Since I was on a M/s role at that point, I decided to take one more class on the topic called “24/7” The Journey, and low and behold it was the same lesbian M/s couple (Sir Top and Bonnie) that had taught the Interrogation class the day before. It was great. I really like these two people and this class was especially interesting because they talked a lot about their own relationship, the difficulties they had overcome, the challenges and the joys. They really compliment each other, as in a ying and yang, symbiotic relationship. Sir Top was very funny, had some great stories, and I was impressed with how frank she was in describing her own weaknesses and how Bonnie complimented them, and vice versa. Hopefully I’ll hear them speak again at another convention in the future.
                            
I’m not going to go into my final class for the day because I was tired and ready to go home at that point, so I think any description of it would be unfair to the presenters (like they are EVER going to read this :P). So moving  on…
                              
I grabbed my bags and started to read a book I’d bought by Robert Rubel in the lobby while I waited for the shuttle to arrive when the man himself showed up with his slave. We shared the shuttle back to O’hare and I had a very enjoyable conversation with them along the way. We said our goodbyes, I found my train and eventually made it home safe and sound. I unpacked my new toys, put them away in their special spot downstairs and settled in for a relaxing evening at home pondering all that I had learned over the weekend…
                            
Did I mention I have new toys!?! :P :)

3/13/2007 6:50:34 AM
So highlights from my trip to the Canary Islands. My arrived at the airport early for my flight, which was a good thing because although my original plane had just been diverted to Canada for a medical emergency, they were kind enough to delay the earlier flight for a few minutes so that some of us could take that one instead. So, I rushed through the gate, boarded and discovered that instead of having an exit row seat like I had on my original flight, I was sitting next to a rather large non-English speaking woman who was kinda spilling over into my seat. I thought, “Oh well, at least I’ll make my connecting flight”. Then I noticed the back of the plane was rather empty, so I hoped up, sat in a center aisle seat of an empty row and prayed that they would shut the outer doors before anyone with a ticket for a seat in my row boarded. I got lucky, and I therefore got my own bed for the flight.                                          

I landed in Heathrow the next day, exchanged some currency, and took a one hour bus ride over to Gatwick airport to catch my connecting flight. On the way the green rolling fields of the English countryside passing by with horses and sheep grazing in them were storybook beautiful. It had rained heavily the night before, leaving many fields with pools of water that reflected the sky and the bright morning sunlight. I was surprised that there was no urban sprawl so close to London. Arriving at Gatwick, I passed through security and into the international terminal where I wandered around the shops doing math to translate the price tags into dollars. I didn’t find any good deals, but I did run across a brand of sunglasses that I liked called Police. I’m not up on the latest eyewear fashion, so for all I know that brand has been around for years, but I thought they were pretty cool, even if the name inspired memories of last Halloween and immediately kicked of the song “Roxanne” in my head. Ah, then I noticed that Antonio Banderas is the front man/model for the brand… “Yeah” I thought, “given that I look SOO much like him, I’d probably look just as good in those glasses”. I went to find some food.                                              

So I find that when you are stuck in an airport for a few hours, it’s usually fun to find a bar stool somewhere, order a drink and chat with the other random people sitting there with you. I’ve met some interesting and intriguing people that way. But I walked around the entire Gatwick international terminal twice and except for a place call “Seafood Bar” that was smack damn in the middle of the terminal (as in, not at all cozy) as well as empty of random people I wanted to meet, none of the restaurants or bars had stools at their counters. So I ended up sitting alone at a table in a restaurant watching the latest episode of LOST on my laptop while I ate some fish and chips. I did chat with a waitress a bit though, and found her accent charming; she pronounced “th” as “f”, so “through” became “frew”, but managed to do so without sounding like a child.
                                                                  
My flight to the Canary Islands, Tenerife to be specific, was uneventful, but as I passed through customs I noticed the woman next to me was having a bit of trouble with the passport inspectors who did not speak English. I explained to her that she needed to present them with her itinerary so that they could confirm her return date and make sure she wasn’t trying illegally immigrate to the country. That thought had obviously not even crossed her mind (we Americans are so used to it being the other way around I suppose), but my advice helped her, and it turned out that she was the wife of one of the other producers who had come to the island for the conference. Not a bad idea. If the company is flying you to a tropic island to stay at a 5 star hotel, why not splurge for an extra ticket and bring your significant other along for the fun? We boarded a shuttle off the hotel and chatted most of the way.
                                              
The hotel was amazing. The reception desk was located in a six story domed room with skylights making up most of the ceilings and enormous glass windows that allowed you to look out over the sea. Each level of the room was terraced, with circular metal stairs taking you up and down between the levels. The rest of the hotel was similar, being built on a hill with more terraces, each with their own pool connected together with waterfalls, staggered down to the water. The place was huge and you actually need a guide to initially find your room. It was evening already, so I went to freshen up and then met up at the hotel bar for drinks with our European counterparts and a few of the other producers that had come for the show. I called it an early night and slept for 12 hours.
                                                  
Highlights of my room:
Beautiful view from the balcony.
Bidets are a great idea that I wish would catch on in the U.S. (a Brazilian friend of mine explained to me once when I asked why so many people had them there by giving an example, “If you were walking barefoot in the park and stepped in dog pooh, would you really just wipe it off?”)
No clock. I wonder if not having a clock in the room was a conscious decision by the resort?
                                         
The next day I was jet-lagged/funky, so I wandered around until I found the gym and worked out for a couple of hours. I was the only one in the gym, which was nice because I had to modify some of the equipment to simulate my normal workout, like precariously balancing a bunch of smaller weights at the same time to create enough resistance for me, which probably would have gotten me funny looks had anyone else been there. It also took me like five minutes to figure out how to get the damn elliptical machine to work as it was entirely in Spanish and not very intuitive. There was a Brittney Spears mix CD on, and I have to say that I now “get” why her music is/was so popular. Very catchy stuff! Great for working out to as well. After the gym I went and bought some sandals and some soda for my room. Then I went and made sure all the equipment/computers were ready for the show. Then I relaxed the rest of the afternoon by the pool, although in retrospect I wish I’d gone down to the beach.
                                                      
That evening was drinks and dinner. I ended up sitting at a table with all the attractive girls from the UK, which was rather nice. More of those cute accents, including another girl with the “th” for “f” thing going on. Hawt! We retired to a piano bar after dinner and I ended up mostly hanging out with our VP until I called it a night.
                                                               
The next day was the show, which went extremely well. My project was the star of the event. Dinner on throw pillows by the pool with all the buyers that evening and then we all went out on the town. There were lots of shots involved later on, so I was a bit slow to get up the next morning, but I managed to finally make it down to the beach by 11 AM for some volleyball and swimming. That’s when I noticed all the women going topless. What a great idea. I’d totally trade the bidet thing in the U.S. for more women playing paddleball with their shirts off at the beach.
                                                      
Highlights of the beach:
The water was cooler than expected, but still fantastic to swim in. It was this beautiful blue color.
You could see where the lava flows had originally entered the ocean.
At $40, a bottle of sunscreen at a resort is not cheap. Everyone used mine, and I left it for them because many stayed another day, so I’m going to expense it. Why didn’t I just bring my own bottle from home? Well, I thought I did, but it turned out that what I bought was actually tanning spray, not sunscreen. Read the label next time!
Um, topless women playing paddleball?!?
                                                         
I flew back to Gatwick that evening and checked into a business hotel, a far cry from the resort I’d just been at. Unfortunately, it was just after 1 AM when I got there, and the kitchen was closed, so I went to bed hungry. The very cute reception woman though did take pity on me and gave me a beer, which kinda sorta filled me up a little at least. Or maybe it was that flattered feeling you get when someone flirts with you? Anyway, within minutes of getting into my room I had crashed.
                                                 
The next morning it was a bus ride back to Heathrow where I again wandered through duty-free land again, this time picking up a bunch of “omiyagi” (Japanese word for gifts) for friends and coworkers. Along with t-shirts that said “Mind the Gap”, my favorite finds were panties and boxers with the same thing written on them.
                                                     
After my short shopping adventure, I spotted a bar with actual bar stools... yay!... so I sat down between two people and struck up a conversation with them, and it turned out that both happened to be on a slightly earlier flight than mine back to Chicago but didn’t know each other! How random is that? One was a software engineer who was originally from South Africa and the other was a dance instructor who had just been on vacation visiting a friend in South Africa. Super crazy random. Anyway, we all got along brilliantly, and after a couple of hours I had found a dance school to finally start up salsa lessons again and they had found someone with lots of graphic designer contacts (something they were both looking for – yeah random). They hung out with me until they almost missed their flight, and ended up literally running off to catch it. Then an Asian fellow sat down next to me and it turned out he was also from Chicago. AND, his family had immigrated from Japan so he spoke Japanese and had visited extended family back in Japan many times, including periods I had lived there. So we ended up exchanging memories of various Japanese pop songs we used to sing in karaoke back then and Japan and Chicago in general. Heathrow is a BIG airport with LOTS and LOTS of people in it going everywhere around the world. So to meet three people like that with so many connections was… well, crazy. Anyway, soon it was turn to board my long flight home, which was thankfully uneventful.
                                          
Final random event: walking out to the CTA trains at O’Hare there was a man playing “I can’t see me loving nobody but you, for all my life” on sax. An hour or so later, after dropping my stuff off at home, I went down the street to Walgreens to pick up some diet pepsi and that same song was playing in the store. Life is funny that way.

3/5/2007 1:07:12 PM
The hotel just returned my call and confirmed they still have rooms available for SINSations, so I've reserved one - non-smoking with a king sized bed. Yay! And I've now confirmed with my company that I can take that Friday off so I can be there when the conventions starts. Good lord I'm excited. I haven't felt like this since I was a kid and looking forward to Christmas.

3/4/2007 6:17:24 PM
This weekend was pretty damned fun. Friday night I had a few drinks with coworkers after a looong day, which was good because that particular group had not gotten together for awhile, so it turned into a bit of a bonding experience. We didn't stay out too late either, as all of us had lots of things we wanted to get done during our precious weekend. Saturday I managed to do the usual, laundry, gym, cleaning, etc., before I met up with Rita for lunch. Then I jumped in a cab to go meet up with my friends, a couple down from Milwaukee, at the SEDS meeting where the topic was kinky conventions. I actually didn't expect to get much out of the meeting but it turned out to be VERY informative and got me super excited about SINSations in Leather in two weeks. I've even decided to get a hotel room at the convention now (I was planning on commuting out there) and take Friday off (it starts during the day on Friday) so I can be there the entire time. Anyway, after the meeting, we came back to my place to drop off their stuff (they stayed with me) and then headed out to grab some food. We tried an Asian resturaunt (mix of Japanese, Chinese and Thai) nearby that I'd never been to, and it turned out to be pretty decent. Then we were off to the welcome back party for a guy who has been out of town for work for the last four months or so. Everyone at the party was kinky, and I knew that, but for some reason I didn't expect it to actually be a kinky party for some reason (yeah, I can be retarded sometimes)... well, my expectations were completely wrong because it was crazy, but in a good way. I don't see a lot of the people that were there that often, but I'm always impressed with how cool/fun/awesome they are, so it was really nice to see everyone again. And watching people play/scene is always extremely interesting because everyone has a different d/s m/s dynamic. Also, a lot of the people there will also be at SINSations, so I'm glad we got to touch base again right before the convention.

Anyway, so we were there until about 4 AM, then got home, crashed, and of course my very reliable body clock work me up promptly at 9 AM. Grrrr... So, I did some reading, then when my friends got up we chated for awhile, and then we all parted ways to do our own things; I went to the gym, the store, did some shopping and then came home and did my taxes. This evening they came back to get their stuff and we said goodbye, but it's only for two weeks. They'll be back for the convention and it should be a blast!

In the meantime, I'm dreading the long flight, but really looking forward to getting away from the cold for a few days while I'm in the Canary Islands for work. I really hope I get the chance to do some scuba diving while I'm there.

Well, off to pass out now. The lack of sleep is catching up with me, and tomorrow is a lifting day at the gym, so I need to get some rest. But in general, life is very good. Very good :)

2/28/2007 9:09:36 PM
Busy as all hell at work right now as we push to get our game done and shipped on time; 12 hour workdays, which are nasty, but at least we are not doing weekends yet. It's rough because when you put in hours like that, you don't have many left over for much else... I spend a little over an hour at the gym every morning, so if I sleep 7 hours a night (which is close to the minimum given that my body is tired from workouts and the mind from running a big team workign on a very challenging project), that leaves only four hours a day to myself, one of which is spent getting ready for, to and from work. Three hours per day for myself is really not much :(

But as I said, the weekends are still free and given the week you really come to appreciate them! So past few weekends... nothing really spectacular to report... just a few fun nights out with friends for food and drinks, and a couple of birthday parties, including one last weekend that I especially enjoyed.

Coming up... this weekend some friends are coming into town to stay with me and we are all going to a welcome home house party with a bunch of other kinky people on Saturday night.  That should be fun! Next week I will be flying off to the Canary Islands for work, and I'm really looking forward to the weekend after that when SINSations is having their convention (http://sinsationsinleather.com/). I'm debating whether to get a hotel room or come home each night... really not sure yet, but what I am sure of is that I can't wait to see all the toys offered by the vendors at the show. Oh, and the classes/seminars should be VERY cool too ;).

Well, I've only got one more hour left to myself today, so I'm going to catch up on an episode of LOST now. Cheers!

2/5/2007 7:45:42 PM
I was in Las Vegas two weeks ago for work and fun. We had a big press event for my team’s project on Thursday evening, so we flew in Wed. morning to give us time to make sure everything was setup correctly and so we could do some dry runs. Arriving at the hotel Mandalay Bay in Vegas around 11 AM, it turned out that my room wasn’t ready, but I was really lucky and got upgraded to this huge penthouse hotel suite, complete with two bathrooms, a shower, a giant Jacuzzi tub (which I used three times while I was there), a bar, living room, bedroom, two televisions, king sized bed with a iron frame you could hang from (yes I tried, and yes I have to have one now) and, my favorite silly thing about the room, electric currents that opened and shut at the push of a button. Oh, and every night, er actually more like morning, when I returned to the room, the maid had pulled down the blankets, laid out my bathrobe and put flowers and chocolate on my pillow. It was very swanky.

Anyway, so after setup we went out Wednesday night for a great steak dinner and then gambled for a few hours. I'm not a big fan of gambling, so I always just put in a certain amount of money that I don't mind loosing, then milk that for as long as I can and for as many free drinks as possible. That night I put in $200 for chips hoping that it would last for the weekend and ended up winning $300 above and beyond that playing Black Jack (I had purchased one of those cards that tells you the optimum way to play, and it apparently worked). So I put the original $200 aside and just played with my winnings from that evening for the rest of the weekend. Wow, I haven’t enjoyed so many free drinks since the last time I was the only straight guy with a girlfriend of mine at a crowded gay bar!

Anyway, so one of my best friends from high school works at a different studio (in a distant city) that my company owns (we bought his a couple of years ago), so he was also there for the show, but he brought his wife who I hadn’t seen for a few years. The three of us met up later that night and I ended up having a great conversation with his wife where we... well, came to an understanding with each other. She and I have always been cordial with each other, but I don’t recall ever having a real conversation with her the whole time I’ve known her and I’m sure that she knew that I didn’t approve of their getting married when they did. See, they met in high school and got married very young, something I had been against at the time because I felt like my friend should see more of the world before he settled down. But she turned out to be an amazing person, someone my friend is lucky to have and now I'm glad they did what they did, which is what I told her that night, and apparently that made her very happy. We also talked a lot about my crazy life, including my kink (my friend, who knows all about it, of course had told her a little about it), theirs and their friends and in general all three of us had a blast together. Our conversations were so good in fact that even though we found ourselves at a strip club, I was more interested in what we were discussing than in watching the girls. It helped that it was not a very good club :P

So Thursday rolls along, we all wake up late, have breakfast and then we worked the show, which went extremely well. I did dozens of interviews that have since turned into a lot of coverage, especially in Europe. After the show, we all went to a club that my company had reserved the VIP area at and enjoyed free drinks and dancing for a few hours. After everyone was pretty much totally lit, several of us ended up at another strip club (my friend's wife again joined us) which was actually much better than the previous one, if only because I actually remember the girls much more clearly than the conversations that the group was having. It probably helped that one girl took a liking to me and she happened to also be kinky… I don’t know how it is I always end up getting so lucky in Vegas.

Star Sighting #1: Vince Neil (from MÖTLEY CRÜE) pulled up to the casino we were having the press event at in a red Ferrari and went inside.

On Friday everyone got up really late (and at least a couple of people missed their flights that morning!) and met downstairs for brunch. After that, we did a little more gambling, then I went back to my room for a nap and a nice long Jacuzzi bath. Evening eventually rolled around, and I went to see the Circus de Soleil's new show "Love!" which is based around the new Beatles album of the same name. I actually bought that CD for my father and aunt for Christmas and we all really loved it, but seriously the show was even better! There are some great shows in Vegas (which makes it fun to go there even if you don't like to gamble or go to strip clubs. :P) but Love! is now my favorite.

Star Sighting #2: Rossie O'Donnell was sitting in the next row over with another woman that I’m guessing by their body language was more than just her friend.

After Love! I met up with the remaining guys from work at the Beatles themed bar "Revolution" to have a few drinks, then we went back to our hotel, gambled a bit (I won even more) and turned in at a relatively sane hour (we were all pretty worn out from the night before).

Saturday I of course took another bath in the morning and then met up with friends for a big buffet champagne lunch. Having eaten waay to much, I wanted to keep moving, so I did some shopping for awhile after that, and then spent the rest of the afternoon gambling with my friend. I was up, then down, then up, then down, and in the end I still had around $300. Honestly, gambling on that last day was actually kinda boring and I found myself thinking that I should have flown out that morning or planned on going to another show or done something else (like indoor skydiving, which is always fun) rather than sit in a casino playing with my winnings. Oh well, there are worse ways to spend a day than joking with your friends at a black jack table while you sip on free drinks, and at least when we flew out that night I was able to sleep on the plane pretty much the entire flight. When I woke up, we were very near Chicago… but unfortunately, that was the moment I realized that I was coming down with a cold.

So, it was a pretty cool typical Vegas trip (not as good as my previous one, but that is a whole nother really crazy story that probably should actually stay in Vegas), and except for that last so-so day and catching a bad cold, I had a great time! I'd say the only problem now is that I really want to get a big jacuzzi bathtub, as I'm not sure how I ever lived without one :P 

1/16/2007 10:38:53 PM
So I ended up logging on to Amazon to buy and send my extended family (damn hippies!) copies of the album I've been listening to this evening... here are a few lines from what I've been singing along to for the last few hours:

All the girls around her say she’s got it coming, but she gets it while she can... 

Ahhhhhh, look at all the lonely people! 

Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess, boy, you been a naughty girl you let your Knickers down. 

And when I touch you I feel happy inside. 

And maybe I love you. 

Somewhere in her smile she knows, that I don't need no other lover. 

Over men and horses hoops and garters and lastly through a hogshead of real fire. 

Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.  

You were only waiting for this moment to be free... 

Oh, yesterday came suddenly. 

I think a "No" will mean a "Yes," but it's all wrong. 

And the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion, never glimpse the truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away... 

Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle, the girl with the kaleidoscope eyes! 

We would sing and dance around, because we know we can't be found. 

Did you think that money was heaven sent? 

...and I say it's all right. 

He say "One and one and one is three"  

But if you go carrying pictures of chairman Mao, you ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow! 

Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case, honey disconnect the phone :) 

I don't know how you were diverted, you were perverted top... 

Somebody spoke and I went into a dream. 

You were made to go out and get her.  Remember to let her into your heart... then you can start to make it better.   

It's getting very near the end!  

1/3/2007 9:09:34 PM
While I was in San Francisco over the holidays, I went to a used bookstore and bought some GOR books because I'm curious about the whole lifestyle scene based on them (probably not my thing, but curious nonetheless) and because my friend claims that the writer of the series originally struck out to write books that were so bad they would never be published. If that's the case, then that's so funny! He also pointed out that the best friend from yesterday had and read the series back before I knew either of them, so now I really have to check them out. Who would let their kids read this kind of thing?

Anyway, so after the bookstore I headed into the city to find the Madame S bondage and fetish store. It had moved from the address I originally looked for it at, and after finding a different but kinda lame BDSM store in the same neighorhood, where I bought some adjustable nipple clamps and asked directions to the other store, I finally found it. Wow!

It was actaully a male oriented store (Mr. S) and female oriented store (Madame S) combined, and they had an amazing selection of toys. I bought another flogger (short but with rubber tails, so makes quite a slap), a couple of very well illustrated books on rope bondage, a ball gag, a leash with a swivel eye snap hook, a leather blindfold and a couple of regular and carabiner snap hooks. I also came this --><-- close to buying an awesome spreader bar they had, but realized it would definitely not fit in my suitcase home. I'll just have to order it online.

Anyway, related to the GOR books above, I had an interesting flight back to Chicago: I arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare, and decided to spend the $40 to upgrade my ticket so that I had more leg-room on my flight (if you have long legs like me, you'll understand why that was more than worth it). I boarded, found my seat and decided that rather than watch a bunch of Dr. Who episodes on my laptop, I would finish reading the GOR novel I had bought a day or so earlier. It was not bad and had enough erotic moments in it to keep my interst, so I hardly noticed when we returned to the gate for an elderly passenger to receive medical attention, and I have pretty much no memory of the final take off, but I do recall when someone asked me a question and looking up to see the flight attendant smiling at me. She repeated herself and asked if I would like something to drink, then suggested various beers, wines and mixed drinks that were available. I had not planned on drinking, but I figured it might be nice to have one or two so that I could more easily grab a few hours of sleep. So, I asked for a rum and Diet Pepsi. Her smile grew as she handed me my drink, and when I tried to pay her, she refused... strange... but I chalked it up to the delay caused by the sick passenger and kept reading.

I kept reading and about 45 minutes later I got up to use the rest room at the back of the plane. I ran into the same flight attendant on the way and with the same big smile, she asked if I'd like another. I replied, "Sure!" and later when I returned to my seat found another drink waiting for me. Over the course of the next hour and a half or so she continued to bring me drinks on the house, until I finished my book and closed my eyes to take a nap. When I woke up there was a snack/meal box and another drink in front of me, again compliments of the smiling flight attendent, which is when it finally dawned on me that I was the only one being treated so well. I don't know if there was simply something about me that she liked, or what, but I suspect that it had something to do with the book I was reading because after seeing what I was reading, her smile for me never faded.

I'll never know for sure, but how cool would it be if my flight attendant was secretly someone's Gorean slave and all the free stuff she served me was some sort of nod in that regard? Whatever it was, I had a very enjoyable flight home thanks to her.


12/21/2006 7:52:09 AM
I keep meaning to sit down and write a long meaningful blog entry about how much I've enjoyed learning about BDSM and myself over the last few years, how liberating and exciting it has been to watch walls fall away, limits surpassed and new levels of self awareness achieved in both myself and the people I've been with, but I simply haven't had the time, so I suppose that will have wait a little longer. In the meantime though, and the thing that has me smiling this morning, is the Wikipedia definition of "Slut":

"Slut is a pejorative term for a person (usually female) who is more sexually promiscuous than is deemed socially acceptable. The term has traditionally been applied to women and is generally used as an insult or offensive term of disparagement. Slut has also been reclaimed as a slang term in the BDSM, polyamorous and gay and bisexual communities. It may be used by the person concerned as an expression of pride in their status, or as an expression of enviousness in the "success rate" of others. The term is not interchangeable with whore or prostitute as those terms denote a person who engages in sex for money."


See, I love sluts, and I mean LOVE sluts!, especially when they are being slutty with or for me, as in doing something that most women would never dream of doing (or at least not admit to) for their partner; and if they are doing something they trully never dreamed they would ever do because they want to satisfy my desires and commands, well that's even better. THAT gets me not only hot and bothered, but fills me with a sense of pride and adoration for my good little slut.

[Edited 12/29/2006 11:34 PM]
I'm going to slightly paraphrase here, but this was posted in one of the forums and applies so well to what I wrote above that I had to include it:

"There are ALL sorts of sluts. You just happen to be a "my slut" rather then an "everyone's slut"..."

I need the first kind pretty much no matter what, but the second is okay as well. Seriously, if I really truly liked someone, I wouldn't care if she was a porn star or a super "everyone's slut", as long as she was mine and mine alone on all the levels that count.
[End Edit]


     Anyway! So our big presenation/demo that has kept the team at work late every night for the last couple of months was finished yesterday and I'm happy to report that our project is once again (or still) the darling child of the company. The next big thing is to turn our internal demo into a public one for a big press/media event in Vegas next month... mmmmm, there is nothing like doing Vegas on PR and Marketing's dime :P. But for now I'm finally on vacation for the rest of the year! Everyone worked so hard and did such a good job that we decided to comp them the rest of this week and just let them start taking their holidays right after the demo yesterday. Of course, pretty much everyone headed directly to the local pub to celebrate. It was a very good time, especially the kissing that capped off the night... er, with someone I met at the pub who was not on my team or with the company. Yes, I am a kiss-slut and proud of it, but I always keep it outside the "family" so to speak.

I'm leaving for San Francisco first thing tomorrow morning to see the family, and I have a LOT to do today, especially if I want to get some toy shopping I've been meaning to do done, so gotta run. Until next time, stay slutty c.com ;)


12/4/2006 10:29:31 PM
I was chatting with an old friend tonight and what she wrote resonated with me:

"It's hot that your soul knows nurture, your body knows its extents in physical passion and your psyche knows its exploratory pleasures."

  It's in a different order, but I could not have put "mind, body and soul" any better :)

10/18/2006 8:29:01 PM
When we talk about, share, discuss, argue, debate, and delve into an issue together, you turn me on with your insight, intelligence, understanding, knowledge, curiosity, and hunger to know more... intellectually and philosophically (and perhaps even spiritually) you are a force to be reckoned with… but you also know your place with me, and when I brush your raven hair from your eyes because you cannot do it for yourself, you smile in your heart because we both know you are mine.

10/10/2006 11:11:34 PM
Yes, most of our kisses will be hard, rough and passionate; that is just my way. But now and again I will kiss you so softly, with a tenderness that you will not expect, and while I wipe away your tears, I will hold you firmly in my strong arms and you will truly understand that you are the object of my deepest affection.

10/10/2006 6:41:05 AM
I demand so much, too much for most, and far too much for anyone who has never challenged themselves or had their limits pushed to the breaking point… or beyond... but I've always demanded more of myself than of anyone around me, and trust me, I've managed to surround myself with some pretty amazing people! I don’t think that now is the time to stop in either regard; I continue to push myself and I’m not going to be satisfied by just anyone or anything. One who cannot master themself is in no position to master someone else, and one must have more to offer than just submission to keep me interested… after I’ve untied you, let you out of your cage, removed your gag, finished administering a long training session and have you clean yourself up, who are you? Do you engage and intrigue me then as well? Will I admire you for more than just your total submission and dedication to me? Will we find ourselves happy both in silence and in seemingly endless fascinating conversations? Will we travel, dance, explore, dine, socialize, learn and grow together? If not, then I do not want you.

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