Into Unconsciousness

Originally I was going to make this entry a rant about something which occured at work today, but I have changed my mind, probably a good decision. Instead I will take you back on a journey through time, to a younger, more active time. In fact a time when I was back with Tart and discovered that it is in fact possible to screw someone unconscious.

The process took five hours, some bondage, a bit of light pain, and lots of sex. She was tied up and at my mercy for almost the entire time, though a safeword was specified first. The actual sex only started after the first hour, which I spent mostly teasing and tormenting her with mouth and hands, and various toys. Whenever I felt myself close to orgasm, I would stop, and use her mouth instead for a time, carefully to let me calm down but still keep me hard. While doing this I would abuse her with various toys, whether the rabbit, a plug or anything else that came to hand.

I did however take pictures, which I recently discovered when someone reminded me of this through an inadvertant comment. These pictures will not be up on this blog, for fairly obvious reasons I would hope. Anyway, as you can imagine after five hours of constant stimulation, usually in at least two places, not to mention that my hands and mouth were wandering, occasionally stroking, squeezing, slapping, licking or biting her defenseless little body, and more orgasms on her part than we bothered counting, she suddenly went limp.

After a moment's panic I ascertained that she was still breathing, freed her, and waited a few minutes for her to come around which she eventually did.

On more current matters Mystery is still around, and sent me a post card recently. It must be said that she has a talent for selecting good pictures. Tomorrow afternoon I will probably be meeting Essex for a time, and Thursday Sweetie. Then friday is more LRP, and next Monday of course is my trip to Ireland.

Word of the day: Woking, meaning to walk into the kitchen then forget what you went in there for.

Recovery Day

While I have to go and run a game this evening, most of today is going to be spent relaxing and recovering. Over a larp event I tend to have maybe three hours sleep a night. I also usually spend most of my time not eating properly, though that was not such a problem at this event, and running around madly in heavy armour battering people with weaponry. Obviously this can get tiring, so today I am going to relax.

At the moment I am still in bed, in a minute I will drag myself out of it and into the bath. A lovely, hot bath. Possibly with candles and incense. And a book. And ice cream. I may grab a shower beforehand, to get clean first. Afterwards, maybe a cigarette and a nice simple cocktail, a bite to eat, lie in front of the fire for a while and relax a bit more before I head off to be caused stress by my friends tonight.

Other plans for the week are going to work, unfortunately, visiting Essex on Wednesday, visiting Sweetie on Thursday to Friday, going off to larp again on Friday, and of course packing for Ireland to see Slave.

Survive the Zombie Apocalypse

The second evening of the event progressed in a similar way to the first, except that Essex actually realised I was flirting. Again, we ended up only getting a few hours sleep, but I should make it clear now that despite the reputation of Essex girls, and the rumours that went around the players, it was nothing more than cuddling, sharing a bunk for the few hours we did sleep, and kissing.

The more entertaining parts were on the drive home. With heavy snow, a three hours journey became instead seven hours of slow, boring driving. Or it would have done, if driving had been all that happened. Nothing that major occured in the car, just a lot of stroking, touching, and other manually based activity.

However, while Essex and myself seem very well suited there are problems involved. The main one is probably the fact that she has children. Not a bad thing as such, but while I get on very well with children, it does put a different spin on things if I am going to be visiting her. Something that is going to require a lot of careful thought about.

To explain a little about the Essex nickname, a joke which is fairly common here, among others. "What does an Essex girl wear knickers for?" "Keeping her ankles warm." There are many, many others.

Oh, and the other complication of course is that she is a natural redhead, and I have been warned about them many times.

The final battle of the event was in the heavy snow, as heavily armoured creatures of the undead. So it was not quite an actual apocalypse, but we came fairly close. A lot of players are having to make new characters after zombie attack left about half of them bleeding on the floor. Obviously this was within the context of the game, there were no actual injuries.

Ogrish Kidnappings

So it seems I may have to explain what live-action roleplay or LRP or LARP is for the benefit of some. If you know of re-enactment then it is a similar activity, except that instead of being set to a particular historical event, which must be enacted in a similar way to that which originally occured, it is several days of running around pretending to be in a fantasy world where you can actually make a huge difference. In this particular case I was part of the monster crew, meaning that instead of being a heroic champion for honour and justice, or evil and persecution, or any other long-term character of my own invention I was playing the orcs, goblins, ogres, ghost, ghasts, zombies, bandits, raiders, peasants, and anything else that the players might encounter.

In the end myself and another crew member were represented as ogres, a rather large, grey-skinned creature with only a little more than animalistic intelligence. With massive American football pads, lots of furs, some masks, and large foam claws we managed to be reasonable intimidating. Throw in a few extensions to boots to increase height a little, so that I stood at nearly seven foot instead of my usual five foot and nine inches, and dusk-light, and you have something to terrify any knight in armour.

Sadly we may have terrified them a little too much, and the players barricaded themselves in a small hut while we shook the walls and hammered on the windows to the accompaniment of occasional quiet screams of panic from inside.

Following all of this, which finished at two in the morning, we gathered in the meal hall in order to socialise, chat, and flirt. the target of my flirtation shall be known as Essex from now on, and there will be more about her in the next entry. The evening somehow extended until about seven o'clock in the morning, with lots of drinking, chatting, joking and flirting until we finally all crawled to sleep. Then woke up two and a half hours later in order to get breakfast and still have time to get into appropriate costume, and warmed up for combat.

Escaping Reality

I do not have much time to post this before having to leave for work so I will have to forego my usual linguistic athletics and post in common English.

This weekend I am going away to escape for a time from reality. After work today I will be driving to meet, and visit, Student overnight followed by another smaller drive tomorrow afternoon to go to a winter LRP event. Hopefully I will not freeze to death too easily, as the accomodation for the event is inside and I will be taking full furs to wrap up in during the day and the battles. Not to mention that I will be taking magical warming potion, commonly referred to as ginger wine or mead.

Of course, I will not be wearing any metal armour, for obvious reasons. Metal armour in this sort of weather cools quickly and chills the wearer, no matter how much they move around. Chainmail is the worst as it presses close to your skin.

My weapons will be travelling up in the car with me. These are not the metal kind, but foam and latex replicas designed to look realistic, but with no risk of accidentally hacking off someone's limb. I have no idea what the plot for this event is, or really even the system, but hopefully that will be explained when I get there.

Hopefully I will get another chance to post, maybe even nab Student's computer tomorrow if I can, or to put up some messages from gabcast to reassure you all that I am still alive and well. I can check e-mail of course, though will probably only be able to do so at night when we have stopped having to run around hitting each other.

Either way, I am escaping reality for a while. I will see all of you kiddliwinks when I get back.

Misplaced in Time

I have a theory that people can be misplaced at birth. Obviously I am not speaking literally here, it is technically possible for babies to be put in the wrong place at a hospital, or left behind, or children to go missing but that is not what I am talking about. Some people have a natural empathy with certain cultures or traditions. Some people feel a resonance with a certain country. And most importantly, and relevant to this post, is that some people have a feeling that they should be in a certain time.

I feel that I should have been born in a time, and a way, where life was slower and riskier. Where when someone insulted me or annoyed me I could challenge them to a duel and have the whole matter resolved in a few minutes of swordplay, or a simple pistol shot. I should be in a time where I would be considered a scoundrel or a cad rather than a playboy or a slut. I should be around when it would not be considered odd for me to wear a frilled shirt, and to use formal language for the simplest of matters.

And I should be in a time where having a case of ivory appointment cards to hand to a butler would be considered normal. Where civility and politeness could be infinitely more cutting and insulting than a simple 'fuck you'.

Unfortunately I cannot even find such cards, despite my best attempts, and the style of dress I would like to adopt is far beyond my price range.


So what do I do instead? Well I practice a hobby called live-action roleplay, where I can play pretend with up to thousands of other adults who all play alongside. Several weekends a year. It is expensive, but its my holiday from reality and so is worth it. It also has been the thing that drives me to learn how to sword-fight, staff-fight, learn archery, how to throw knives, how to use a shield, an axe, a hammer, and just about any other weapon you could name.

Fun though.