What a couple of weeks this has been. If you are frequent visitor, then you have read about Delilah. My encounter with her was only a week ago this past Friday. This Saturday, I indulged in a proper massage from Sierra and the Kinky Carnival.

The massage was our first since our re-acquaintance. It was full of emotion. Sierra had said that she liked to keep her appointments with friends as professional as possible. However, we ended talking very personally about life and happiness. I even shed tears. Sniffle. Sierra did put forward her best massage effort to date. It was a great massage. We enjoyed cups of tea, a walk, and a talk afterwards. A good session.

During our conversation, I mentioned that the Kinky Carnival was being held in my stomping grounds that night. Sierra had thought otherwise, but said she was going. A good carrot to put before me to insure that I would drag my lazy ass from the apartment and down the seven blocks to the Odd Fellows Hall.

The Kinky Carnival is an event organized by Teri Ciacchi. This year’s event was to support survivors and patients of uterine cancer which Teri belongs to the latter group. The Carnival, in its fourth year, is a sex positive event focused around kink culture. There were booths to sample various sensual experiences that are outside of the vanilla spectrum.

When I arrived, I was asked to sign an eleven point disclaimer/waiver. One of the waivers had me agree to the fact that I was not a member of law enforcement. I had to chuckle. If I showed up dress as a motorcycle cop and initialed that line, would I be received suspiciously?

Once the waiver was signed, I presented it to the cashier. She took the waiver and my cash. After checking my coat, I was escorted through the exhibits and instructed in the rules of play. Most play was limited to upper body, but there was very little left out in the scope of play. I could be tied, flogged, hugged, cuddled, kissed, bitten, shocked, eaten off of, pierced, massaged, touched with objects, and humiliated. What a smorgasbord!

I began with a little rope play. Tess is a gorgeous knot tier. She worked alongside of Max of BondageLessons.com. If she wanted, she could have had me hanging from the ceiling fans. Instead, as this was my first time, she opted for just a set of rope cuffs. I felt like I was in steel shackles. The wrists could not be moved together. It was such a simple knot, but it limited motion so well.

I wandered from Tess to the kissing booth. The woman there was gorgeous, too. Stacked like a brick shit house, but I could not stop looking at her eyes (which means that I never read her name tag). She just wanted to kiss people. She asked where I wanted to be kissed. “As I am tied up, I really think that is your choice.” She started with a steamy lip plant and worked to my neck. Glorioski! I think I spotted right there.

I walked around the rest of floor before returning to Tess. She was busy wrapping up another happy customer. So her other gorgeous colleague helped me come undone. Max is a lucky guy to have such attractive work mates.

The room lights blinked a few times. The show downstairs was about to begin. I made my way down and found a chair center row on the aisle. I had yet to see Sierra, but hope springs eternal. At the stage, Mistress Terry was having her boots polished by Peter. That’s not guy euphemism. Peter was dressed in a pilots jump suit and working a shoe shine kit. Mistress Terry’s knee high boots were getting a buffing and licking. Her black patent leather skirt shined against her dark skin. The arriving audience watched quietly.

The MC, a six foot glamorous biter, announced the shows commencement. I watched a French violinist/poet named Racoon, Teri sing the blues, a wonderfully graceful woman dance, another woman recite her seventh grade adventures with Debbie Does Dallas, a naked folk singer sing some of the funniest damn songs, and Peter get spanked by the MC and flogged by Mistress Kerry. The last put a thought into my head.

During the show I heard Sierra laughing from the corner. I glanced back and saw her leaned into her date on a bench near the rear corner. I have to admit a bit of jealousy. She left the show before me. I never did catch up with her that night. I wish I had. My glimpse was enough to catch that she was looking pretty hot that night. The jealousy had faded by the time I left the show. Oh well.

I finished my night with a good flogging. The line was short, but the wait was excruciating. In the meantime, I watched a woman get the spanking of a lifetime. She squirmed and twisted and the woman doling out the punishment twisted, pushed, and pressed the other. It was the funniest thing I saw. Then Elizabeth, my flagellator, put me up against the cross and beat the tar out of my shoulders. It was such a good feeling. Especially after Sierra’s massage.

Coat check was surprised that I was leaving before the Karnival closed, but work was just around the corner. I stopped by a local bar and got a favorite mixed drink. Felt a bit depressed that I was there by myself so the drink didn’t last long. The sting in my shoulder, however, still rings when I move just right.

Back at home, I slept like a baby. Work the next day felt like it was a thousand days from the night before. If it wasn’t for the lingering swipes of the flogger, I would have thought I had never gone to the Karnival, but only had dreamed it.