Hello everyone! This is Dusky Sam, the little black cat that loves to hijack my good friend  MaxCarotski 's site, tee hee! This journal is about the Winter Solstice, and we're not talking about that magical day of the year. Read on, kittens.

A couple of days ago  Scurrow expressed an interest to attend a BDSM/bondage convention being held in Piscataway. I told him I'd check it out after work this past Saturday and let him know how much it would be to enter and whether it was worth it or not.

So I get there around 5:45pm, ask how much. "$25 after 6pm for the Vendors and Dungeon access." Sounds good. I call  Scurrow and he agrees to swing on over. While I wait I run out to pick up some food, and found a great deal at Shop Rite with their in-house Chinese Wok eatery (buy one get one free!). Armed with hot food I head back, sit down and eat. He arrives, eats a little, and then we go inside for him to register.

We walk around the empty hotel corridors talking, drinking water. I will say now that WATER was a key ingredient to this convention, as there were pitchers of it everywhere and we both seemed to be struck by a constant need to drink the stuff. It didn't get old!

Finally we step into the dungeon, where the action is finally warming up after the players' dinner breaks. And...

Now I have looked into bondage on a strictly academic basis in the past, so having seen many photos of scenes being played out I knew somewhat how things would play out. That said, being in the same room not more than a few feet away from a wide variety of pain/pleasure activities is quite eye opening, as well as nose and ear opening!

There were racks and trussing structures to which willing participants were tied and bound. Others engages in walk around displays. To list all that was being performed could take time, but in brief summary we saw:
whips
electric stimulation
needles and ribbons (for a medical play scene)
fireplay
rope (so much rope!)
metal rakes (the better to SLOWLY stimulate the skin, my dear)
feet (one woman had some very versatile footwork going on!)
paddles
riding crops
handcuffs
pup play
pony play

Masters and slaves alike were adorned in some nifty gear. If nothing else it was worth seeing the assortment of leather and latex clothing, uniforms, accessories and footwear. Goodness, how I so want some high heeled boots, all shiny and black and beautiful to wear, aaah! That and black latex pants, yiy! This kitty would feel very good...

Meow, I digress. Seeing almost exclusively hetero pairings was a surprise, I expected a more even balance of that and same sex partnerings, but no matter. I liked that everyone knew their roles, and no one abused them. The handlers were expert, the subjects willing and eager. No assholes or maniacs to be seen, and this is right and good.

It's a matter of trust and dedication with this way of life, and to think how it could go wrong would be horrifying. So it was a true relief to see all having a good time, expressing themselves in ways alien to many. We both found it to be a true learning experience, and upon awakening this morning, after being exposed to hours of voyeuristic viewing, I am no worse for wear.

Perhaps in this new year you may see me walking around, being led on a leash like a good kitty, or leading a willing man/dog around. Such fun to be had in the parades!

Max: EEEEEIII Gads!!! Cat, you need to make yourself a new account, you kinky kinkster!
Dusky: I will in time, Mr. Rabbit. In the meanwhile, try this collar on, I think you'll look good in it.
Max: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH (runs away)

So long for now, my children, and see you around!