I was instructed that I was allowed to play sexually with a particular boy from Seattle.
I was instructed to provide a trip report of my activites. This is the first of the trip reports. I have edited to protect identities.
Trip report
Day 1 at Delta
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this.
Summary:
I am a “Control Responsive Submissive”. I’m the most muscular person at the event. I’ve been a good boy and have not yet had a chance to play with lockedSteel as allowed. I have by showing the CB6000 as required. Through discussions and actions I have made being proud to be a sub (boy) the focus of this weekend. I was tied up by an old friend from Seattle.
Detailed narrative:
On the plane I finished reading “The Control Book” by Peter Masters. I see elements of your training in the discussed methods, Sir. I can identify myself as the discussed “Control Responsive Submissive”.
I had my CB6000 on before I left the terminal at the airport at 6:15am. About 3 hours or so later I started seeing the people from Delta filtering in. The first people to arrive were older. There were 30 or so people, including people that I knew peripherally from Seattle.
WalMart and Arbys and busride later we arrived at camp.
The first people that I met were slaves. They referred to me as ‘sir’. It took me time to understand that it wasn’t a misunderstanding or belief that I was a Dom, but that’s how they referred to everybody. Being a good boy didn’t require correcting them.
My cabin turned out to be composed almost exclusively of Seattle people that I knew. My idea of passive anonymity except for lockedSteel was crushed.
Most people are happy to accept a vague reference to a nameless Sir elsewhere. The people from Seattle required more detail. In particular people have wanted to know if not from Seattle where you are located, Sir. I have given only your first name and a vague non-answer of Northern California, Sir.
I went to the pool. The CB6000 that I took off in public as instructed was initiailly a point of puzzlement.
The pool converstation turned to chastity devices, entirely aside from the one that I had been wearing. Most of the young people that I have met have either chosen or been asked to wear one at some point in the past.
I helped with setup of the first aid kits in the dungeons. I hung out with lockedSteel.
Dinner was okay for a group this large. The salad bar was nice. I’m glad that I brought a large selection of my own food.
After dinner lockedSteel and I looked at leather items for sale. My legs are too big for the leather chastity shorts.
Afterwards there was a party, whose main function was to allow for scheduling of hookups for the weekend, with the paper schedules everybody carries referred to as ‘dance cards’. Several people asked for a spot on my dance card without explaining what they were into and without asking what I was into. I would politely change the subject of conversation.
I asked about someone good at suspension bondage and was told J and the E-Ticket Ride. (the ride appears to be incompatible with the rules of the weekend. I will keep looking. {the E-Ticket Ride is combination suspension, fucking machine, milking machine, poppers, gear bondage})
One slave was identified as an expert in Japanese suspension bondage, and I had planned to ask him to restrain me. This was complicated when he approached me asking if I would be restrained by his master. His master will be tying me up on Saturday night with full understanding of your rules, Sir.
I then spent some time at the main dungeon. A friend of mine from 10 years ago, mitchSeattle on recon, is the lead of the dungeon safety monitors. lockedSteel and I watched a handful of scenes. My friend approached and offered the advice that people were watching to figure out the players from the looky-loos. And play the first evening would be how people told.
I asked my friend to restrain me. While I know him to be trustworthy I also know him to be sadistic.
The bondage was predicament bondage, reasonably comfortable if I stood absolutely still, but significantly uncomfortable with movement in any direction. I was completely naked except for the CB6000. Safety lines kept me from falling too far into the painful directions. Cameras aren’t allowed in the dungeon after noon. So I was not allowed to have photos taken as you asked, Sir. I will endeavor to work around this today.
Then there were midnight snacks. After snacks I walked into an area with a bit of cellular phone coverage. My phone gave the four tone beep indicating a message from you, Sir. (I notice that I instantly stop whatever I’m doing and pay full attention when I hear this.) And buzzed with three missed text messages, and a half dozen work emails.
I tried to respond to you, and then went to bed, Sir.
I woke up after 5 hours of sleep and wrote this trip report.
Observations and discussion:
I’m young for the event. At circuit parties the young form the clusters of people at the parties and the older are outside at the fringes. Here the older are the clusters with the young looking on from the fringes.
I’m the most muscular guy at the event – by a lot. It’s different than at a circuit party where I feel I’m on the small side.
The nightly low temperature here is around the same as the daily highs in Seattle, it’s been nice to be dressed in less clothing than I am forced wear at home.
The bondage that I do in Seattle is competent. It feels like it would be at the low end of middle of the road here in terms of complexity.
lockedSteel mentions good experiences with me as a bondage top in many conversations here. Most people that I’ve heard see lockedSteel as a submissive.
There’s very little sex here. I have only seen a single dick being sucked. I have seen a tremendous amount of nudity. I have seen a lot of eroticism and play involving the dicks.
There are a number of things that I really have no interest in. I am not interested in the whipping pavillion, the fisting cabin, or the rubber gear watersports event.
I’m really looking forward to the non-rope bondage gathering.
I desperately want to play with lockedSteel as allowed. But I realize that I need to be patient and make myself available for his use at his convenience. At a certain level it boils down to the leathersex rule: don’t break the scene. Since there isn’t much sex at the event I don’t want to change his scene.
Day 1 at Delta
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this.
Summary:
I am a “Control Responsive Submissive”. I’m the most muscular person at the event. I’ve been a good boy and have not yet had a chance to play with lockedSteel as allowed. I have by showing the CB6000 as required. Through discussions and actions I have made being proud to be a sub (boy) the focus of this weekend. I was tied up by an old friend from Seattle.
Detailed narrative:
On the plane I finished reading “The Control Book” by Peter Masters. I see elements of your training in the discussed methods, Sir. I can identify myself as the discussed “Control Responsive Submissive”.
I had my CB6000 on before I left the terminal at the airport at 6:15am. About 3 hours or so later I started seeing the people from Delta filtering in. The first people to arrive were older. There were 30 or so people, including people that I knew peripherally from Seattle.
WalMart and Arbys and busride later we arrived at camp.
The first people that I met were slaves. They referred to me as ‘sir’. It took me time to understand that it wasn’t a misunderstanding or belief that I was a Dom, but that’s how they referred to everybody. Being a good boy didn’t require correcting them.
My cabin turned out to be composed almost exclusively of Seattle people that I knew. My idea of passive anonymity except for lockedSteel was crushed.
Most people are happy to accept a vague reference to a nameless Sir elsewhere. The people from Seattle required more detail. In particular people have wanted to know if not from Seattle where you are located, Sir. I have given only your first name and a vague non-answer of Northern California, Sir.
I went to the pool. The CB6000 that I took off in public as instructed was initiailly a point of puzzlement.
The pool converstation turned to chastity devices, entirely aside from the one that I had been wearing. Most of the young people that I have met have either chosen or been asked to wear one at some point in the past.
I helped with setup of the first aid kits in the dungeons. I hung out with lockedSteel.
Dinner was okay for a group this large. The salad bar was nice. I’m glad that I brought a large selection of my own food.
After dinner lockedSteel and I looked at leather items for sale. My legs are too big for the leather chastity shorts.
Afterwards there was a party, whose main function was to allow for scheduling of hookups for the weekend, with the paper schedules everybody carries referred to as ‘dance cards’. Several people asked for a spot on my dance card without explaining what they were into and without asking what I was into. I would politely change the subject of conversation.
I asked about someone good at suspension bondage and was told J and the E-Ticket Ride. (the ride appears to be incompatible with the rules of the weekend. I will keep looking. {the E-Ticket Ride is combination suspension, fucking machine, milking machine, poppers, gear bondage})
One slave was identified as an expert in Japanese suspension bondage, and I had planned to ask him to restrain me. This was complicated when he approached me asking if I would be restrained by his master. His master will be tying me up on Saturday night with full understanding of your rules, Sir.
I then spent some time at the main dungeon. A friend of mine from 10 years ago, mitchSeattle on recon, is the lead of the dungeon safety monitors. lockedSteel and I watched a handful of scenes. My friend approached and offered the advice that people were watching to figure out the players from the looky-loos. And play the first evening would be how people told.
I asked my friend to restrain me. While I know him to be trustworthy I also know him to be sadistic.
The bondage was predicament bondage, reasonably comfortable if I stood absolutely still, but significantly uncomfortable with movement in any direction. I was completely naked except for the CB6000. Safety lines kept me from falling too far into the painful directions. Cameras aren’t allowed in the dungeon after noon. So I was not allowed to have photos taken as you asked, Sir. I will endeavor to work around this today.
Then there were midnight snacks. After snacks I walked into an area with a bit of cellular phone coverage. My phone gave the four tone beep indicating a message from you, Sir. (I notice that I instantly stop whatever I’m doing and pay full attention when I hear this.) And buzzed with three missed text messages, and a half dozen work emails.
I tried to respond to you, and then went to bed, Sir.
I woke up after 5 hours of sleep and wrote this trip report.
Observations and discussion:
I’m young for the event. At circuit parties the young form the clusters of people at the parties and the older are outside at the fringes. Here the older are the clusters with the young looking on from the fringes.
I’m the most muscular guy at the event – by a lot. It’s different than at a circuit party where I feel I’m on the small side.
The nightly low temperature here is around the same as the daily highs in Seattle, it’s been nice to be dressed in less clothing than I am forced wear at home.
The bondage that I do in Seattle is competent. It feels like it would be at the low end of middle of the road here in terms of complexity.
lockedSteel mentions good experiences with me as a bondage top in many conversations here. Most people that I’ve heard see lockedSteel as a submissive.
There’s very little sex here. I have only seen a single dick being sucked. I have seen a tremendous amount of nudity. I have seen a lot of eroticism and play involving the dicks.
There are a number of things that I really have no interest in. I am not interested in the whipping pavillion, the fisting cabin, or the rubber gear watersports event.
I’m really looking forward to the non-rope bondage gathering.
I desperately want to play with lockedSteel as allowed. But I realize that I need to be patient and make myself available for his use at his convenience. At a certain level it boils down to the leathersex rule: don’t break the scene. Since there isn’t much sex at the event I don’t want to change his scene.
