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Thursday, August 17, 2006
Current mood: whelmed
[this entry includes replies that were received via MySpace]
We’re back, we’re tired, we’re “coming down”… and now it’s dawned on us that the trip didn’t really come through for us this time.
Generally, the annual bondage convention is our one chance each year to try to get away from regular stresses and be a little romantic and re-connect with each other. Somehow this year it didn’t happen; we socialized the whole time, were rarely alone, no romantic dinner occurred, and we didn’t even get any windows of time to have sex!
So I’m vowing right now, to make sure that next year we make time for a little romance.
We did have some fun on the trip. The best part for me was seeing Kiri Kelly after all these years. We’ve kept in touch with emails and phone calls, but seeing her in person and getting to play with the ropes together was absolutely wonderful.
I also shot two sets with attending models, and tied up Pandora during the Friday night party in our room. She must feel really used by me — every time I see her, all I want to do is truss her up
On Saturday night we tried to go to one of those after-hour parties at a local nightclub. As usual the music was so loud, no one could have a conversation. I’ve wondered if this is a “guy thing” — that guys put the music that loud so that a man & woman talking have to get within one inch of each other to hear. Because I got the distinct sense that the guys were enjoying that requirement, but the women were annoyed by it. How fun to have to be brushing breasts up against some guy I’ve just met so that I can hear wtf he’s trying to tell me. Yuck. LOL
I guess another source of downer right now is that I’m having trouble getting the two sick dogs to eat. It’s really no big deal if a dog wants to eat light or skip a meal once in a while. But in the case of a sick dog, where you mix all sorts of important, expensive medications into the dog’s food and then they don’t eat it… Man!
For anyone who’s curious about my bank situation, my site is still operating at half-mast, and apparently it’ll take another two weeks to process my application for the overseas merchant account. In the meantime I can’t link my site to anybody else’s site, and I have to keep adding “consent bondage” photosets for the updates. I’m getting verrry, verrry bored of consent bondage. I’m still a ‘captive’ at heart.
Okay back to the grind, I have several dozen emails here that I gotta research and answer. Grumble grumble grumble… lol
2:26 PM - 6 Comments - 2 Kudos
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Duct Tape Messiah
Ah Kiri Kelly, that takes me back.
The mischievious girl next door in my mind’s eye. So the trip wasn’t entirely wasted, although I am curious how you managed to smuggle your *gear* to the location via airplane past airport scanners and security without incident (aside from the security’s obtuse interest in flash bulbs) As to the music, it might be a guy thing but it’s not THIS guy’s thing. I can’t stand totally loud club music that you can hear the person next to you. Ridiculous.
Consent bondage ? Grinning faces behind gags and all that goofy stuff? Not a hint of distress ?? ‘Feh !!
Posted by Duct Tape Messiah on Thursday, August 17, 2006 at 3:59 PM
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Lorelei
The airlines don’t seem to care what’s in checked baggage. We’ve always checked our load of lights, tripods, camera accessories, ropes, ballgags, etc etc with no problem. Oh! This time around, some guy searching our tripod bag DID giggle about the ropes and say something like “Woo! Someone’s gonna have fun.”
Posted by Lorelei on Friday, August 18, 2006 at 1:40 PM
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jim bondage
Add me to your blog.I will give you a nice slap.
Posted by jim bondage on Wednesday, September 06, 2006 at 3:08 AM
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Lorelei
Pardon?
Posted by Lorelei on Tuesday, September 19, 2006 at 12:16 PM
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