5/13/2023 8:36:54 AM: Dance/Social - at Exton Inn & Suites/Chester Hotel & Conference Center Bar, Exton, PA First  Friday of Each Month   Ww will be amoung Vanilla people. You can see what I look like on this profile so you can introduce yourself. You also could let the staff know you're looking for Raymond and they should be able to poiont me out.   First Friday of each month.      Exton Inn & Suites / Chester Conference Center 815 Pottstown Pike Exton (Lionville), Pennsylvania, United States map   $10 cover       Exton Inn & Suites/Chester Hotel & Conference Center ( It may be listed on some sits/searches and Comfort Inn)   815 N Pottstown Pike, , Exton/Lionville Pa 19341   Come through the main entrance, thorugh the lobby the bar/dance floor is straight back.     The owner says he'll have the DJ play music with moderate volume so it will be like last time. You can actually have a conversation there!  

3/28/2018 8:28:25 AM:   Required Reading In Polish Schools - And the Seed of My leeloo's BDSM Desires=============================================Quo Vadis: A Narrative of the Time of Nero by Henryk Sienkiewicz was required reading for my leeloo when she was growing up in Kraków. This book is in the public domain.=============================================Petronius, though older and less athletic, was more beautiful than even Vinicius. The women of Rome admired not only his pliant mind and his taste, which gained for him the title Arbiter elegantiæ, but also his body. This admiration was evident even on the faces of those maidens from Kos who were arranging the folds of his toga; and one of whom, whose name was Eunice, loving him in secret, looked him in the eyes with submission and rapture. But he did not even notice this; and, smiling at Vinicius, he quoted in answer an expression of Seneca about woman,-- Animal impudens, etc. And then, placing an arm on the shoulders of his nephew, he conducted him to the triclinium.   In the unctorium the two Grecian maidens, the Phrygians, and the two Ethiopians began to put away the vessels with perfumes. But at that moment, and beyond the curtain of the frigidarium, appeared the heads of the balneatores, and a low 'Psst!' was heard. At that call one of the Grecians, the Phrygians, and the Ethiopians sprang up quickly, and vanished in a twinkle behind the curtain. In the baths began a moment of license which the inspector did not prevent, for he took frequent part in such frolics himself. Petronius suspected that they took place; but, as a prudent man, and one who did not like to punish, he looked at them through his fingers.   In the unctorium only Eunice remained. She listened for a short time to the voices and laughter which retreated in the direction of the laconicum. At last she took the stool inlaid with amber and ivory, on which Petronius had been sitting a short time before, and put it carefully at his statue. The unctorium was full of sunlight and the hues which came from the many-colored marbles with which the wall was faced. Eunice stood on the stool, and, finding herself at the level of the statue, cast her arms suddenly around its neck; then, throwing back her golden hair, and pressing her rosy body to the white marble, she pressed her lips with ecstasy to the cold lips of Petronius.   Petronius looked at him with commiseration. In fact, there was blue under his eyes, his pupils were gleaming with fever, his unshaven beard indicated a dark strip on his firmly outlined jaws, his hair was in disorder, and he was really like a sick man. Iras and the golden-haired Eunice looked at him also with sympathy; but he seemed not to see them, and he and Petronius took no notice whatever of the slave women, just as they would not have noticed dogs moving around them.   'Fever is tormenting thee,' said Petronius.   'It is.'   'Then listen to me. I know not what the doctor has prescribed to thee, but I know how I should act in thy place. Till this lost one is found I should seek in another that which for the moment has gone from me with her. I saw splendid forms at thy villa. Do not contradict me. I know what love is; and I know that when one is desired another cannot take her place. But in a beautiful slave it is possible to find even momentary distraction.'   'I do not need it,' said Vinicius.   But Petronius, who had for him a real weakness, and who wished to soften his pain, began to meditate how he might do so.   'Perhaps thine have not for thee the charm of novelty,' said he, after a while (and here he began to look in turn at Iras and Eunice, and finally he placed his palm on the hip of the golden-haired Eunice). 'Look at this grace! for whom some days since Fonteius Capiton the younger offered three wonderful boys from Clazomene. A more beautiful figure than hers even Skopas himself has not chiselled. I myself cannot tell why I have remained indifferent to her thus far, since thoughts of Chrysothemis have not restrained me. Well, I give her to thee; take her for thyself!'   When the golden-haired Eunice heard this, she grew pale in one moment, and, looking with frightened eyes on Vinicius, seemed to wait for his answer without breath in her breast.   But he sprang up suddenly, and, pressing his temples with his hands, said quickly, like a man who is tortured by disease, and will not hear anything,--'No, no! I care not for her! I care not for others! I thank thee, but I do not want her. I will seek that one through the city. Give command to bring me a Gallic cloak with a hood. I will go beyond the Tiber--if I could see even Ursus.'   And he hurried away. Petronius, seeing that he could not remain in one place, did not try to detain him. Taking, however, his refusal as a temporary dislike for all women save Lygia, and not wishing his own magnanimity to go for naught, he said, turning to the slave,--'Eunice, thou wilt bathe and anoint thyself, then dress: after that thou wilt go to the house of Vinicius.'But she dropped before him on her knees, and with joined palms implored him not to remove her from the house. She would not go to Vinicius, she said. She would rather carry fuel to the hypocaustum in his house than be chief servant in that of Vinicius. She would not, she could not go; and she begged him to have pity on her. Let him give command to flog her daily, only not send her away.   And trembling like a leaf with fear and excitement, she stretched her hands to him, while he listened with amazement. A slave who ventured to beg relief from the fulfilment of a command, who said 'I will not and I cannot,' was something so unheard-of in Rome that Petronius could not believe his own ears at first. Finally he frowned. He was too refined to be cruel. His slaves, especially in the department of pleasure, were freer than others, on condition of performing their service in an exemplary manner, and honoring the will of their master, like that of a god. In case they failed in these two respaspects, he was able not to spare punishment, to which, according to general custom, they were subject. Since, besides this, he could not endure opposition, nor anything which ruffled his calmness, he looked for a while at the kneeling girl, and then said,--'Call Tiresias, and return with him.'   Eunice rose, trembling, with tears in her eyes, and went out; after a time she returned with the chief of the atrium, Tiresias, a Cretan.'Thou wilt take Eunice,' said Petronius, 'and give her five-and-twenty lashes, in such fashion, however, as not to harm her skin.'When he had said this, he passed into the library, and, sitting down at a table of rose-colored marble, began to work on his 'Feast of Trimalchion.' But the flight of Lygia and the illness of the infant Augusta had disturbed his mind so much that he could not work long. That illness, above all, was important. It occurred to Petronius that were Cæsar to believe that Lygia had cast spells on the infant, the responsibility might fall on him also, for the girl had been brought at his request to the palace. But he could reckon on this, that at the first interview with Cæsar he would be able in some way to show the utter absurdity of such an idea; he counted a little, too, on a certain weakness which Poppæa had for him,--a weakness hidden carefully, it is true, but not so carefully that he could not divine it. After a while he shrugged his shoulders at these fears, and decided to go to the triclinium to st

10/16/2017 5:49:40 AM: Play Session with oralservant915 'You Didn't Touch Him!' Journal Entry  “You didn’t touch him!” K was holding her hand up commenting on a few special moments in the scene she just witnessed.Those moments, touching without physically touching is something that I’ve had in a scene on occasion. It’s intense and I was glad some people were able to see it. More on that later.When Oralservant915 asked me to flog him, I was hoping I could give him some understanding of what his Mistress ScorpianaRB experiences. Not that he’ll have the same experience, but to get him to a state of mind that is more than just being hit.She is tall, fit, curvy, a joy to play with because of her reactions. So far, every time we play, and not always all that hard, she cries. It’s a desired outcome for her. Someone who recently witnessed our play in a more private setting said she felt Scorpina’s emotions and teared up herself. I had teared up a bit myself and hope that I can let that out more often. Playing with her is intense, beautiful emotion.Oralservant915 provides ScorpinaRB with aftercare for the workshop since I have to continue teaching and coaching.That night I flogged Oralservant915 first. In our negotiations he demonstrated his hand signal he uses as a safe signal. The plan included hitting as hard as I could. He’s a powerfully built man and likely was going to be able to take a lot. That’s wasn’t my focus, but it would be something I would enjoy.Oralservant915 wore all black, leather corset, mini-skirt, 5 inch stilettos, thigh highs and garters. I believe Mistress took care of his makeup. The look is not the cliché, “passable.” I don’t know how else to explain it, but his look, for Oralservant915, is simply right.After negotiations I said, “Let’s take a few minutes to connect…,” as I put my arms on Oralservant915’s powerfully built shoulders. He must lift weights.I said a bit to draw Oralservant915 into his own mind, and then began removing some of his clothes. Then, “…as you feel the cuffs wrap around your wrist, notice how that feels…”Leading him to the cross, fastening him with the suspension cuffs, then saying, “Oralservant915, fastend to the cross, maybe it’s easier to just let you, you can just let go, and the third time I said that, I stroked the small of his back and Oralservant915 jumped. When a man hasn’t been touched in this intimate way, it usually gets a reaction.That moment, that jump, is usually followed by an acceptance where you see the body relax and Oralservant915 did so. I love that.What I did with my floggers will sound like so many of my scenes. They play an important role, but the mechanics aren’t the most important part of the story.I started with my string floggers, soft, lots of (Hundreds) of tails, yellow and orange (that glow under UV!) They aren't intimidating at all. While combined it’s surprising the heavy thud that’s possible, but for some time, I stroked his back with both floggers and my hand. And as I started in earnest, rhythmically flogged him.Sometimes his hips would grind and when I checked in, putting my body and my face close to his. Even when there’s no sex, and even when I haven’t done anything overtly sexual, arousal and desire is often part of my scenes.I’d ramp up the intensity, the force of the blows, increase the oralservant915 of figure 8 and double flogging, and changing to leather floggers that progressively got more intense.In my mind and my body, I imagine I have this energy, often I’ll make it warm and golden, or white, and sometimes it’s a ball in front of me. Sometimes it becomes a crystal shape. Sometimes I bring it around my body and imagine I can infuse it with all the good emotions and energies I’m feeling. Sometimes I’ll imagine this energy sprouts a branch and connects with my partner. Sometimes I imaging the entire ball gets a large part that extends and touches and sometimes envelopes my bottom. Sometimes I give the whole thing to them, and later take part or all of it back, maybe taking his energy with him.Checking in, his breathing sometimes erratic, often more and more intense, lips full and jaw slack, moans each time I checked in.The room is always loud which is because of acoustics as the music is very soft is. At times I thought I heard Oralservant915 utter something, but couldn’t make it out. Sometimes I thought I heard, “Raymond.”Some times I stroke his upper back, sometimes the small of his back. This always would get a change in his body, sometimes smooth sensual movement, sometimes a jump.Then the moment came. The one K commented on sometime after the scene. I imagine my energy gathering, compressing near, around and in my right hand. I held the hand above Oralservant915’s back, imagining the energy in my hand transferring to him as I imagined my hand touching him.He jumped.And made some noises and I’d suggest, after a slight head shake, went deeper inside.Oralservant915 doesn’t need, or at least doesn’t think he needs aftercare. They went off to socialize and I wandered around in a happy haze. Someone held me at some point and I’m just realizing as I write this, I don’t remember who. And I spend some time in the aftercare room. Later I played with ScorpianaRB, getting her to tears which is always a heady and profound scene for me. We all cuddled in the aftercare and at some point I broke out into a crying jag. That was a wonderful release. I already felt good, after that I felt, lighter.How does this work, touching without touching? I know the things I do, pretty much using my imagination, feeling what I want to feel. In my Connections – Putting Emotions Into Play workshop and Intimate Rituals, I teach approaches on how to get there.What’s actually happening?I confess. I don’t know. You can find out how to do it. Why? To me, it doesn’t really matter.The word Faith comes to mind.Have the intent, Perform the action (with the emphasis on performance) and it seems to work often enough to be worth pursuing. ----------------------------------   RaymondWise: Here is his account of that night: BEAUTIFUL EXPERIENCE Hello my name is oralservant915; I am a heterosexual Alpha male between the hours of 9 am and 5 pm Monday through Friday. I am a submissive sissy slut to Lady A, that is writing for another time. I have been a sissy slut for a total of nine months and it has been an amazing journey, which is still going on as I write this.I met Raymond through my Mistress. He flogs her on a regular schedule. I have been giving the honor to watch and more recently assist with aftercare as the flogging is an emotional experience for my Mistress. The first time Mistress was flogged by Raymond I thought he was hurting her and had to check my over protective persona, th

10/16/2017 5:41:08 AM: A Lucky, Meangingful Guess Journal Entry  I was at Paddles, a BDSM club in New York, it had to be over 20 years ago. A muscular man was talking to me, and telling me he'd like to be punished. In my mind was the same thing, 'What does that really mean...' But instead of intellectualizing it, I went on instinct. 'Look, if you just shut up, listen to what I have to say, and nod if you agree with it, I'll punish you.' 'Don't think about this until I tell you to. Can you think of a time when you did something wrong? Something most people would think is pretty small.'He nodded.(While I was doing this, I wrote something on a piece of paper.) He nodded'And I want you to think of something you got away with.'He thought a bit, and nodded.'Can you see that in your mind? Can you relive it and make it real?'He nodded.'Imagine I know how you feel, not what you did.'He looked scared.'Are you ready to be punished?'He nodded.'Pull your pants and under wear down enough so I can see all of your back side.'He complied.I crumpled up the paper in a ball, 'Take this and hold it in your hands, stand in the corner with your hands above your head.'He got in position. The spanking began slowly, ritualistically. ' 'Now, young man, think about what you did. Feel it, see it, hear it.'I increased the intensity, and said things like, 'Whatever emotions you feel, you can just let them happen, let them out.' Sometimes I'd pause to let him process the blows that left bruises. Sometimes his head would tilt back, maybe a moan. He didn't give away much. Maybe I wasn't having much of an effect of any sort. But I continued.And switched to the Spencer Paddle. 'WHACK!' 'You can feel, you can think, you can remember.''WHACK!'  'How many times have you thought about it? How many times did you notice the memory.' At the end I gave a large number of hard, fast blows with the paddle. Reddness with bruises. Some quickened breath. But not an obvious effect.  Silence for quite some time.'Open the paper and read it to your self.'He began crying.Rip it up, hold it in your hands above your head.I began spanking him and he bawled.Turn around.I held him and told him to take a step forward.'Toss the paper behind you and come with me. You can leave that all behind.'We held for a long time.He told me that he felt guilty about stealing a candy bar from a bodega.He never played with me again, 'You're good, but you're too spooky.' Just a candy bar. The bodega guy probably figured shoplifting into his prices. What I wrote on the paper was a guess. I decided to go for it.I wrote, 'You're a thief.' Before we parted, I told him, 'You're not a thief any more.'