Delta Trip Report Day 2 and 3

I attended the Delta2010 event late last August. The Sir that I was being trained by gave me permission to attend with the instruction that I was to wear a chastity device and work on being proudly submissive.
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 second and final of the trip reports. I have edited to protect identities and for content.

Trip report

Summary:

I have trouble being submissive around people much less dominant than I am. I found a pair of moments of nirvana during a flogging. I coveted and envied a pair of submissive boys.

Detailed Narrative:

The day started way too early. I woke up before the sun at 5:30am and stayed in bed until 6am. I got up and wrote the day 1 trip report. It was cold and everybody was dressed in large quantities of clothing. But there was little more than token complaint.

After coffee and caffeinated workout beverage I was ready to face the day.

I ran into lockedSteel just before breakfast and explained why I hadn’t been able to change cabins to sleep next to him the night before. I hadn’t gotten it done before the first person went to bed, and I didn’t feel that I could turn on lights for fear of them waking up.

I attended a meeting on non-rope bondage. 

Lunch was nice. I talked casually to a number of boys.

I hung out and watched a number of bondage scenes at in the dungeon. Spanking, and flogging, and single tail.

I went to watch puppy play, which only had one person attend. I went back to the dungeon.

I found a top that was willing to do a flogging scene without domination. I was symbolicly tied with large ropes. His patter during the scene could have been from a yoga video. His goal was relaxation into the pain. And twice while getting flogged I managed to achieve this relaxation. The first time was while being hit with a thuddy flogger standing. I found myself unable to fully relax the muscles in my back for the flogger. The closest I came was to hang from my fingertips to allow gravity to stretch them out and not fight gravity. I found a moment of true relaxation in this position. The scene continued. After the scene photographs were taken of my red back with my camera. Against the musculature the color is beautiful. The color is made obvious by the light color of my naked butt and the tan of the back of my neck.

Dinner with lockedSteel was uneventful.

After dinner lockedSteel had a mummification scene and we briefly parted ways.

I spent the evening hanging around the upper dungeon watching the boys at play.

There was a large man, profile TieGuy7001 on recon, with a trio of young cute muscular boys that he called his tribe.  His ropework was amazing. His shibari was flawless. His mixed media restraint, leather, metal, and hemp rope, was beautiful. His boys were amazingly comfortable sexually, and otherwise, in each others space.  TieGuy7001 effortlessly delegated portions of the bondage to his boys.

One of the cute boys, named CodyTx, from Dallas, approached me about topping him. He let me know that he would make time to play with me. I explained that while I was essentially an exclusive bondage top in Seattle, that I was working on being a proud submissive this weekend.

TieGuy7001 commented that he was going to be transitioning CodyTx from power bottom to bondage top.

One restraint in particular made me both envious and covetous.  BoiSE6677, a 21 year old muscular student, was restrained. He was standing with legs spread, blindfolded and gagged. He had leather restraints around his ankles, thighs, wrists, elbows, neck, and waist. This was connected to the communal wooden frame with hemp rope in a spider web pattern. His ankles were spread with a spreader bar. Attached to the top of the spreader bar was a metal rod with a dildo, inserted. A vibrating massager was attached to the metal rod. Tens pads were connected to ankles and penis.

We had dixie cups of red wine with our cabin mates.

lockedSteel was mummified in Vet Tape.

The we went off to snack time.  Snacktime ended.

lockedSteel and I wandered back towards the cabin for bed.  It then became obvious that we fetishized different parts of the submissive training process. That lockedSteel had masturbated to the idea of a long term strong instructive dom, that I was similarly excited by the idea of the training itself.

We cuddled under the blankets wearing underwear and t-shirts.

The next morning I managed to sleep in until 8:45am.  lockedSteel was driving the camp taxi from 7am until noon. I had breakfast. I went back to the cabin and took a shower, and headed to the infirmiry for a medical play scene with a doctor. I had explained the limits on my behaviour, and the doctor respected them. As the scene progressed it became clear to me that I was more dominant than he was, and this became really frustrating. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed two of his limbs and flipped him over, grabbed his dick and turned it into an edging scene on him. I pulled him to the edge of orgasm three times with stroking his dick and perineum, occasionally massaging the edges of the PC as you showed me. But then I lost him, and couldn’t bring him to orgasm. He grabbed his dick and came within a minute. The scene was frustrating because I hadn’t been successful as a submissive.

It was then time for my four hours of communal labor. My labor was at command central, acting as information desk, sales clerk, pointing people to the right places to have their problems solved, and making sure that the coffee pot remained full. I began to write up my daily trip report only to have my laptop battery die. The guy that I shared duty with was a law professor and we had an intersting discussion on the role of sadism for the service top.

I went to the pool. I answered questions about the role of the CB6000 since I had the key. I explained that it was to remind me not to play and to explain to others that I was not to play.

Then there was the cocktail party and banquet. I went in combat boots, tan BDU pants, the hobble belt, and my braided harness. The table decorations were of anatomicly (mostly) accurate dolls in various positions on various miniature BDSM equipment. By having both the meat and vegetarian entrees I got enough calories.

After dinner lockedSteel and I relaxed in the upper dungeon on one of the gymnastic mats staring at the ceiling.

Then it was time for bondage and flogging by MasterMikeNY, assisted by tyutumi. Since tyutumi is famous for his shibari, I was a bit disappointed that he wasn’t leading the scene. Before the scene started MasterMikeNY repeated your rules for my behaviour back to me, Sir, including that I wasn’t to be dominated. I was tied into an elegant hip harness, a chest harness with passes holding my triceps behind my back. My hands were bound behind me. The position was effectively identical to one of the first four practice positions. I was led blindfolded outside and photographs were taken with MasterMikeNY’s camera. I was led back into the dungeon. I was placed standing on a wooden angled ladder-like A-frame. My wrists were retied to my sides.  MasterMikeNY stood on a folding chair and used a single tail whip on my abdomen. I hadn’t been prepared for this. Earlier MasterMikeNY had been described as one of the more talented people with a single tail. For several minutes he snapped the whip in front of my chest moving the hairs one direction, then the other. Then he struck my chest lightly four times with the whip. It hurt. It is a testament to his talent that he left only hardly noticable marks. I was retied facing away from him, and I was flogged hard for 15 or 20 minutes. I didn’t achieve the blissful emptiness that I had felt the day before. But it felt really good.

dbalstom mummified me in vet tape. There was some pain as my jaw was forced back. He adjusted for that. After leaving me alone for a while he told me to try to get out. By working my hands together I managed to get enough leverage to start a tear and I escaped. The quiet of my mummification was occasionally interupted by the overheard screams of people volunteering to experience the fireplay, Devil’s Fire.

I stood around the dungeon and watched and talked to dbalstom. It turns out that we know some people in common in Seattle, including Army J. I watched the beautiful double strike double flogger technique of another doctor. I watched a well known dominant from Seattle be paddled.

It was then snacktime. We walked over with TieGuy7001 and two of his boys. A remote shock collar was placed around the cute power bottom, CodyTx’s, testicles. And people were surprised to hear that I have a degree in electrical engineering.

Then it was bedtime.

lockedSteel and I cuddled. We slept until 8am Monday.

Breakfast was French toast.

I packed for my early departure.

We went shopping at the temporary leather store. I purchased a pair of nipple clamps that you had once mentioned that I would need, Sir. I bought a beautiful dark hardwood 1.375” humbler.

We wandered past a piercing scene to the upper dungeon and watched. TieGuy had replaced the boy, BoiSE6677, that had to leave early for school, with a cute blond attorney. I watched the attorney be tied to the x-frame of scaffolding, then tied back-to-back seated with CodyTx.

lockedSteel and I watched hojoBoy perform a take-down scene on somebody who had to have 20-30lbs more weight. It was strange to watch the wrestling, trying to get the bottom with his front against the ground rather than the wrestling back. After hojoBoy skillfully tied him he moved it into physical dominance, then control, then psychological dominance.  hojoBoy seems so passive in real life.

lockedSteel drove me to the airport. I’m on the flight home writing this.

Observations and Discussion:

It was difficult being submissive around people that are less dominant than me. But I had made a commitment to myself and to you, Sir.

I do identify most of my topping as service topping (bottoming from the top), except for the flogging and one incident after I had a fight with my ex. Even when I’m being physically or sexually dominant I am playing into the desires of the bottom. (I told you about having shoved my cock down a boy’s throat for reasons unrelated to sexual gratification, Sir)

I desperately wanted to top. I wanted to string boys up by their ankles. I wanted to frog-tie boys. I wanted to place nice people in predicament bondage. But I didn’t feel that I could do these things and continue the exercise of being proudly submissive. I’d like to attend an event like this with a dominant persona. Maybe delta next year. Please, Sir.

I envied the use and submission and comraderie of TieGuy7001’s boys.

There were only a few moments the whole weekend when my dick wanted to get hard. After taking over the doctor I found my dick dripping, despite being soft and in the CB6000. Once in bed the first night thinking of a naked boy hanging from his ankles, mind and mouth completely focused on the task at hand. Once during a dozen strokes that lockedSteel and I gave each others dicks. The weekend really wasn’t about sex.