Last weekend was a weekend of firsts for me, and maybe that’s why I’ve had difficulty writing about it. My Dom, Richard (Spike_NY on FetLife), and I went to FetFest, an event organized by British Lucky Paul.
While I’ve done plenty of camping and plenty of scene parties, this was my first kinky camping getaway. Not that we really “camped”–we stayed in a group cabin with others, and we had a blow-up airbed on our bunk, real showers and real toilets. But there was no air conditioning, no privacy and plenty of bugs, so we were roughing it to some degree. Thank you, Backwoods Cutter.
It was the second time I’d traveled with my Dom but the first time we’d stayed together, and it was a good chance to bond, both on the road and at the event. I was in charge of snacks and meals on the trip and he covered gas and tolls. We found a nice non-chain roadside barbecue joint in Maryland, and we timed the lunch break just right to miss some traffic that had been building up earlier.
After arriving at the camp around 2 p.m., we unpacked and met some of our cabin mates. They seemed very nice. There were a small group of cabin occupants and tenters who set up cooking gear and arranged some chairs out in front of the cabins for a nice weekend-long social area. Everyone shared snacks and it was good to hang out there and talk.
I didn’t know what to expect from the weekend. I think the best way to describe FetFest is to say that pretty much anything you can think of that’s kinky was happening. That may seem like a good thing to some, but in reality it was quite overwhelming. I was a bit shy and insecure at times, and I couldn’t help feeling wistful that I wasn’t at Shadow Lane, where most people know me and where I feel liked and popular. Yes, I’ve had my emotional moments at SL, too, but overall I feel at home there. At FetFest, I saw lots of play going on around me, lots of things I sort of wished I could be trying, and there were times I had to fight feelings of jealousy and insecurity.
That said, I did make some connections, especially one with a North Carolina Dom, Sir Randy, proprietor of Dragontailz. We had messaged each other on FetLife the week before about possible play. Introducing myself to him at his vending booth, I felt comfortable with him. After he gave me a demo of one of his toys (dragon tails are leather implements that feel a lot like single tails), I could tell that he was extremely accurate and knew what he was doing. Sometimes you just get a sense of someone through talking with them that they are not just posturing, and the demo nailed it for me. My Dom agreed that Sir Randy felt “safe,” so we set up a play date for later that evening.
He was a wonderful top. There was a good energy exchange and just the right amount of pain to bring a catharsis … ie, I cried. My Dom was there as a witness and he also took part in the scene by tying me in place first. Part of the reason I cried was that I was missing my SL friends, one in particular, who is good with a single tail. I can’t help but think of T. when I am getting whipped. Thank you to Sir Randy for that nice experience.
All weekend, my Dom and I had a lot of play and tried different things. One guy had this contraption set up called a “clit washer,” in which a girl is bound in place and has her “nether regions” sprayed with a stream of warm water. Interesting, but torturous. My clit is far too sensitive and I couldn’t relax, let alone come. In fact I was yelling and writhing, waiting for it all to end! At the request of my Dom, the water torturer finally moved the spray lower, which allowed me to orgasm. Other girls wrote on FetLife that they loved this contraption, but I’m not other girls …
On Saturday and Sunday afternoons, we were in the pool, swimming and playing “volleyball” with a bunch of strangers. One of the vendors on Sunday afternoon had brought a “human hamster ball” to the pool. This was something you could climb into and have sealed off before being pushed into the pool. I simply had to try it. Once in the pool, the others pushed and pulled me around. A bunch of the guys actually lifted the ball and tossed me. What a rush! I was happy I got to try this, and it was fun playing with others who were trying it before and after me.
Sunday afternoon was relaxing, our last day there. We went to a bondage demo and my Dom had me lying on the floor in front of him, on a padded mat, while we watched. He put his feet up on me and used my tummy as a human foot stool. It felt good. I felt close to him, not degraded in any way. I can’t explain that, but that’s how I felt.
We had signed up for the meal plan, so we didn’t have to worry about cooking or preparing meals. At all of the meals, I served my Dom, getting him drinks and whatever he needed. Again, this didn’t feel degrading or humiliating in any way. I liked doing it.
I already mentioned in a thread on FetLife that my Dom got me a collar on Saturday afternoon. I had had a hint that this was coming, but I hadn’t thought about it too much or its implications before it actually happened. We already have a commitment, so it doesn’t really change a whole lot — I’m still allowed to play with others and our rules are the same–but it felt like a rebonding in a way, a symbol of the connection. I’ve never worn a collar before as a symbol and I wasn’t quite sure what to think about it. We are continuing to discuss it. But I like it, and I was happy to be presented with it.
I was also happy to return home. My husband and I plan to go to Crimson Moon in October, where we will know lots of people. Then my Dom and I are going to Brimstone in November. A lot of the Long Island kinksters will be there, so I am anticipating that we will have much more of a “crew” around us than we did at FetFest.