Indulgence

I feel very lucky that there is such a good munch going on in my town. I'm not quite sure what I would do with myself if I didn't have this outlet readily available. As well as a chance to get out, sit in a pub and talk about kink; it is sometimes the one oppertunity I have a month to get out dressed. I was very happy to hear then that not only did I have a munch to go to this month, but also that there would be a club night taking place in the same bar for me to go to.

This was infact the third or fouth kinky club night that had been organised by the nice people from the local munch, but my overseas galavanting of the last year has meant that I unfortunatly missed the previous ones. So this was my chance to see how things panned out in my own little berg.

I must admit that I am not especially experienced when it comes to organised club nights. I had been to a few t-focused ones, one in Leeds and BNO down in MK; and to a couple that were more kinky such as Lash and the club night after BBB. I think these are often smaller scale events where people come for the night as opposed to just a drink like you would get from a regular bar. Compared to these limited experience the night stood up very favorable.

I'm not sure what the final head count was but there was excess of thirty people when I arrived, most of which I didn't know. There was still a good number of the munch crowed however that I felt like I knew the majority of people. The club, like the munch, takes place in the first floor of one of the local bars, an old building with charecter (which i like) but sadly needs some work to keeping out the freezing cold! The main area is devided into three sections by wooden partitions, the central area being used for seating and the two side wings were filled with an assortment of bondage apparatus kindly brought from Nemesis in Manchester.

The aparatus however wasn't getting much use, I guess you need to have a certain amount of confidence and know a few people to strap yourself into a set of stocks and present your behind. Still, there organisers had thought of everything it seemed.

Forms were handed out to put forward yourself into the slave auction. I am not sure if funds were being raised for charity to cover event cost/ provide goodies for the future, i'll have to ask. Its an interesting idea but one I'm not necessarily sure about as it seems to me Dom/mes are more likely to bid then subbies meaning half of the people there were almost expected to pay while the other half where less likely. I certainly didn't put any bids in although I did fill out a form.

I'm not sure how much I went for or if there were more then one bid put in for me. Everyone was 'sold' it seemed which certainly implies that perhaps sympathy bids existed. I know that the lady who ended up 'winning' me certainly bidded for three other people. Still, it took nothing away from my enjoyment as I was led to the stocks and told to strip to my panties.

The Mistress took out a violet want and used a number of seperat attachement to tease my body. I wasn't sure how to react however as actually it just felt quite nice for the most part. The only exception being when she ran it over my nipple with just make me squirm a little bit. Later I saw her using it on somone else who was wriggling all over the place. Not sure if that means I have a higher pain threshold or just that the Mistress had found a higher setting on the dial.

The evening, and in fact the whole day (which was the same day as the pony play meet) seemed to go very quickly sadly unfortunatly and I wish I had had the oppertunity to talk to a few more people (and indeed try out a few more of the toys) but it was very enjoyable catching up with alot of people and I look forward to the next event.

Pony Play Day

For those who have delved the depths of my blog previously you'll know that I have quite a kink for pony play. I actually like a range of pet play however the equine version of this often seems the easiest to partake. I am unsure about what it is specifically that I enjoy about this form of play but certainly the dehumanizing aspect of being talked down to and controlled coupled with cute outfits and the occasional incorporation of elements of bondage tick a lot of my boxes

The site is a wonderful eighteenth century barn that has been lovingly converted into a delightfully deviant den. Dark beams straddle the antique ceiling and provide alcoves and support for all manner of devices and toys. This pony play event was very different to the last one I had attended as it was held in a small grassed area at the back of the barn as opposed to a covered factory space like that previous event. (see older blogs

I had developed an outfit for the event and I promise I will try and get a photo as soon as I am able (I am conscious that there is a lack of visuals in my most recent posts and will work to address this). An admirer had kindly bought me a pvc mini dress recently and considering I had lost some weight while I was away I decided I would risk something skin tight for once.

One of the problems of tight outfits however is that they do not leave much to imagination and as I am still technically male I lack the curves in the right places (and one or two bumps in the wrong). To redress this problem I slipped on a swimsuit underneath which not only helped with the tucking but also gave me more support in slipping a pair of false boobs (chicken fillets) into the top of my dress. Normally I avoid using these (especially as I find flat chested girls are hot) but I felt that their inclusion gave me a more acceptable female figure. I also added a pair of tights underneath all of that to aid in tucking a modesty and a some pvc boots that I had picked up for £20 from the Birmingham Bizarre Bazaar (BBB) the previous week.

Sadly there was not as many people as we all had hoped and I think a number of people had said they were going to come and then decided not to (most rude). However the people who were there more than made up for the lack of the others. As well as the couple who run their barn and their daughter there were two other ponies (one boy pony and one tv) an experienced pony training Mistress from somewhere in Yorkshire I believe, and a couple who had come all the way down from Scotland. The slave was a dogboy and I doubt there can be many more complete dog slaves anywhere in the world.

The Mistress from up north has a lot of pony training experience although sadly her own pony wasn't able to come as they're had been some issue at the last moment. This however did mean that I was very privileged to have her attention for much of the day. We spent some time in the back field doing dressage. I had a basic knowledge from previous pony play but with her help I was able to develop my techniques as well as learn a few new things. We practiced walking (walking with knees high) two kinds of trotting and also cross stepping which was new to me. I loved every moment. Pony’s are so pretty and I tried to be as graceful as I could

The idea had been to have a competition with different events and rosettes for the winners but due to the low turnout and the sweltering heat we never got that far. It was nice nonetheless to get in the pony mind set, a level which was aided by the presence of a bit in my mouth for period of play. I don't think I spoke again for the whole day until the Mistress sadly had to leave and I decided that it would be rude not to say goodbye and to thank her for her training and grooming.

At the end my friend debs (a.k.a cutie) turned up. She is a gorgeous puppy girl with the most amazing outfit. Sadly she was in regular mode today as she was working until later in the day but it was wonderful to see her for the first time since I got back to the UK. She was telling me however that she was going to be a demo bunny at one of the upcoming BBBs where the focus was going to be on pet play. I'll have to make sure I go to that one! I wonder if they needs and demo ponies