i am in awe of these people. They turned a simple yurt into a magical sphere, a place where i got lost watching and listening and just falling in love with the scene all over again.
Public sex and play is not for everyone, and all of these folks COULD be playing at home.
Of course, at home, you cannot listen to the smacking sound of a young girls face as it is pulled down her partners dick by her hair over and over again, the sweat beading up on his naked forearms, her ass wiggling on her heels as she kneels and gives her face to his ownership.
At home you cannot watch the 5some, saran wrapped couple in the center, chained together first, whipped and poked and beaten and scratched and then the violet wand comes out to play with them and we find out that those screams were his when the cuffs SHE was wearing were electrified briefly- her arms were cuffed around his scrotum. The hotness of it was riveting.
The room heated up and we moved the equipment quiet a bit, with 8 stations going at any given time, trying to keep room for the whips to swing, the floggers to fly and the paddles to pound, so i could gaze on the owner/lover as he flogged his girl with one hand and then ran the knife along her ass every now and then with the other, or the marvelous scene with the girl in the tall boots- and nothing else- on her back, her legs bent over her head so her partner could stand upright and keep her legs behind him as he worked that Hitachi on her clit until her entire labia swelled to twice the size of his fist.
But the best one for me was the couple- who have been together for over 10 years- as he put her on a device he must have made himself, a small thin tall stand with a little bicycle seat to it, the dildo attached to the seat, a pair of foot holds just off the floor, her arms locked into the hand holds on the pipe that stretched above her head. He had her tight, and he could play close, standing right next to her, holding her so tenderly as the Mozart and the Bach flowed into the light jazz of the late evening and he pulled her nipples out harder and harder, punched her stomach- just barely, just enough to make her miserable- and then brought out a knife and ran it into her,over her, along the edges of her mind and the bare skin of her legs and the nipples out so tenderly waiting to be cut off and she whimpered and begged and quietly tried to hang on as he pushed her and pushed her and she wiggled, and the whole time that dildo made her cum and cum and cum.
Yeah, just another warm summer night in the mountains near San Jose, just another SX party i the woods.
The food was fantastic, brought by several wonderful volunteers and especially by a couple i owe so much to for all they have given us. The decorations were phenomenal, turning that plain yurt into a lovely space with these cute little lanterns all along the walls, and the equipment was great, including a freestanding bondage rack, a double sided cross, a single wall cross, a massage table, and 2 fluffy padded benches.
We limit these parties to 30 people so that the room won't be over crowded, but tonight we had 34 due to some extra helpers- it was still magical, and i am so very glad we have this space.
i stood there at one point, working my DM shift, and remembered to just stop and look around.
i saw them all, laughing and smiling, standing and eating, nude and in pain, a tableau in front of me that made me so very happy we have this space, these people, this time in our lives.