Fun at the Farm!

This week I've been on leave from my work, and so me and Daddy decided to take a trip to reconnect with each other, as we'd noted that real life had pushed a lot of the BDSM from our lives in the past few months. We'd known about a lovely Bed & Breakfast in Taradale called Macushla Farm, and decided to spend a couple of days there.

First off - Macushla Farm is such a beautiful property. Right out in the bush, with trees and nature everywhere, it was the perfect place to relax and recharge. The Cabin we stayed in was absolutely stunning and beautiful.

But the best part of the entire trip? The Dungeon, and playing with my Daddy. The Dungeon at Macushla Farm is one of the best dungeons I've seen, with so much fantastic furniture. I swear, me and Daddy were like kids in a candy store - We could barely decide what to start with first! Some highlights of the play:

The Naughty Chair: I think I may have found my new favourite pain infliction device. It's simple enough - it's a stool with bottle caps glued to the seat, with the sharp bits pointed up. The thing that makes it fantastic is not the pain when you sit down - it's actually quite bearable, you could sit in it for quite some time and not have to tap out. No, it's the getting up that's the... "fun" part. Especially if your tormentor has decided to inflict some extra pain while you're in the seat by sitting on your lap. Because as you're getting up, the bottle caps cause much more pain on the getting up. The first time we used it I ended up with a lovely bruised pattern on my butt. I may, possibly, be looking for appropriate stools in Op Shops to convert into naughty chairs in the future, since they look incredibly simple to make.

Playing with CBT: I've always been a sucker for CBT, and with a lovely gynaecologist's chair, we had the perfect setting. I really do like CBT a lot, and since me and Daddy have been approached to do some play for an exhibit later this year, we figured we'd get some practice in. We mostly just played around with pegs and weights, but in and of itself was a lot of fun!

Torturing and Lowering Myself: On the second day, I convinced Daddy to take a slightly different approach - he'd order me to do stuff to myself. Honestly, I found that to be one of the more fun parts of the trip, for reasons I'm still digesting on. I suspect this weekend's post is going to be about self-inflicted pain, because thinking about it has brought a whole lot of stuff to the fore.

As part of that particular play session, Daddy also decided to use some spreader bars on me, and make me waddle around the room on my hands and knees. He also got me to clean up the pile of pegs I had inflicted on myself with my teeth, having to waddle around the room to move the pile from the floor to their container. I've often said that I'm not that big a fan of humiliation play, but I think that's wrong - I do like being humiliated when I'm in that subby space.

So, all in all, a wonderful, brilliant trip. I certainly hope we get a chance to go back again, if only so we can get to use the Dungeon again! But also I feel a whole lot closer to my Daddy now that we've spent that couple of days bonding on a BDSM level. I can't wait until we move in together in our own house, because I've missed that opportunity you have in a safe space to play, and I like random play! :)

Going to the farm!

Well, sorta.

I have a week of leave at work at the moment, so we're planning to have a little holiday out at Macushla Farm. Frankly, it's very exciting and all - we've never gone to a BDSM retreat together alone before, and it's going to be very fun to see how much fun we get up to. We'll be going for a couple of nights, and it will be great to get away from the house, and spend a weekend in full kink mode, something we haven't done for absolute ages.

You'd better believe that I'm planning a few posts when we get back about the whole experience. I'm also hoping that a BDSM getaway away will really kickstart our kinky lives again, after so much stuff over the last few months has kinda pushed it to the wayside for a while.

But I don't doubt that'll happen. It will be wonderful and brilliant.

Partners

Me and Daddy are polyamorous people - We don't believe in exclusivity in partners, which is kinda good, because we definitely have needs that the other can't always provide. For one thing, I could never embrace my switchiness with my Daddy - He can't sub for me, and I definitely cannot Dom him.

During the course of our relationship, we've had partners come and go. I met Daddy when he was already in a relationship with another woman. For a short period I was playing with a subby boy. In the last year or so, Daddy has found two other partners, the most recent of which has shown up in the last few months, and it's utterly fantastic to watch my Daddy connect with these new partners, in different and sometimes very similar ways. I rarely get jealous when my Daddy's attention is given to other people - I know I get what I want from my Daddy.

Recently I've been looking at my desires for partners. Since my play-partner ended our arrangement, I've not really had any significant partners other than my Daddy. But it's not like I've been looking - I've been pretty comfortable in this relationship, and while I've occasionally made noises about going and finding new partners, I've never been serious enough about it to actually go look.

A while back I was talking to my Daddy about this state of affairs, and he made a very good point to me - I probably haven't really looked because I've not really known what I was looking for. Many of my relationship have, well, just come to me. I've pursued a few once I knew people were interested, but I've never really gone looking for relationships myself, and I think a lot of this is to do with the fact that I don't have any real goal in mind as to the kinds of people I want to have a relationship with. Without a real goal, I can't really be looking, can I?

I've been thinking for the last week or so about the kind of partners I want. As it turns out, it's really difficult! I know the really general stuff (I know I'd like someone as a Sub, f'rex), but I can't narrow in to the specifics - even down to the obvious "Am I looking for a girl or a boy?" question, I don't have a real answer.

I also have some concerns relating to my past. To look for partners generally means utilising services like Dating sites, going out to bars, generally going out of your way to meet people. And frankly, the last times I used those services? I was mostly using them for sex. And whenever I think about using these sorts of services, that's the reaction I start to get - are these people just out for sex? Am I just replying to this for the option of sex? Can I embrace meeting people without immediately thinking of the sex aspect? It's a major impediment to me putting myself out there. I know that I'm never going to get over this sort of thing unless I actually do use those resources for more than sex, but there's that fear there that's hard to break down.

It's just a lot of effort, really, just to get started. No wonder I was always happier just waiting for people to come to me. But that's not going to work anymore. I have a partner, that instantly stops a lot of people. If I want more partners, I need to put myself out there. Considering how much I hang out with my Daddy, I can't assume I give out "Available" vibes. Am I willing to put the work in?

Guess I'll just have to wait and see.

Unrequested Service

The last weekend has been me helping my Daddy move out of his apartment into my share house, and of course I've been the person who has helped through the entire move process. Even if I weren't his boy, I'd drop things to help him out if he asked, but sometimes I go an extra step further.

Yesterday, I had to go back to his place (where I'd parked the car) after dropping off the rental van, and Daddy had asked me to make sure that the vacuum cleaner that his previous housemate had left there got back to her. Well, she wasn't going to be around for an hour or so, as she was out with friends. So, what did I do? I ended up vacuuming around the house. When I got to my Daddy's room, I realised that I couldn't vacuum the room without cleaning it up, so I spent half an hour putting the last bits and pieces in boxes, clearing up the larger pieces of trash into bags. And then I vacuumed the room to perfection.

My Daddy, of course, didn't ask for me to do this. I just went ahead and did it, because I had the time to burn, and, you know, it's vacuuming! It's the one chore in the house that uses a power tool! How can anyone not like vaccuming! But of course, it has the nice benefit that today, when we go back to Daddy's apartment to do the last bits of packing? Daddy won't have to worry about any extra effort - I've predone just about everything he needed to do today. We just have to pick up the last few things.

All just part of the Service!

Well-pleased with myself

The other think that happened at Kinky last week was that I got to have another opportunity of playing with my friend EB. We're both happily switchy sensation sluts, and we both know it. I've played with her a couple of times previously, and even outside of play we're both very huggy people towards each other - Touch is a shared passion for us.

Our main play ritual ends up being pretty simple - She lies down, eyes closed. I then take whatever is in my toybox at the time and use it to make different sensations on her skin. Because my Sensation toykit is not terribly advanced as of yet, I often improvise to come up with as many sensations as I can think of - my blindfold, for example, has both a leather side and a divinely soft fur side, which makes it a brilliant sensation toy in a pinch. Things like plastic wrapped fingers, paintbrushes, hairbrushes, floggers, even hairpins and such get used to good effect. At the end of the session, I take EB through all the toys I used, with her often being amazed at what gets used.

After this session, she told me that when I play with her, it often feels like she's being spoiled, which made me feel very happy - Sensation play is one of the few areas in BDSM where I feel genuinely confident, and for EB to compliment those skills makes me very happy indeed.

Through the night, EB also ended up playing with me as well - first just a few minutes of her lightly scratching her nails down my back, which was brilliant, and then later in the night she and Daddy decided to tag-team me with a pair of Vampire Gloves. It was, by the way, incredibly fun watching Daddy and EB, with two very different sensation styles. EB was almost experimental, going lightly and doing rather unexpected things with her glove, like holding wrists and exerting pressure, while Daddy, knowing my body a lot more, went right for my sensitive spots.

By the by, Vampire gloves are absolutely brilliant, and give the most intense sensations I've had for a while. Daddy has told me that he's ordered a pair, and I'm half-tempted to buy a pair myself, because they are seriously great! Certainly something I want in my sensation kit, that's for sure!

Ponies!

So, for the last few months, my Daddy has been promising his new girl that she would get a pony-ride. In lieu of real ponies, my Daddy decided to improvise, and so last Kinky I became a pony for a little portion of the night.

Now, I should digress here - Me taking people for rides has ended badly before. At a recent birthday party of mine, I decided that I was going to take a friend of mine for a piggy-back ride around the park we were at. As a result of uneven ground, going too damn fast, and forgetting that I'm actually an adult and don't have the same tolerance for injury anymore, I ended up with my arm in a sling for the rest of the party, and then a quick trip to the hospital to show that nothing was broken, just a really bad sprain. It, as well as a few other things, caused quite the epiphany, which I may write about at a later date.

But back the the Pony rides.

So we got there, waited for his new girl to arrive, and then got started on rigging me up (see, Daddy made my pony gear out of rope, because hey, when you got lemons...). We'd decided before that we'd give me some practice by giving another one of our friends a pony ride. On reflection, it might not have been the best choice - she was a whole lot heavier than we'd anticipated, and it tired me out terribly. But still, our friend enjoyed her ride, and then Daddy's Girl got to give me a try. She decided that what she wanted was a fun, fast ride. Daddy, having been there for my last piggy-back malfunction, had warned me in no uncertain terms that a canter was as fast as I was to go. Worse, my severe unfitness meant I could only do a single lap around the club (although quite a few people seemed to enjoy the sudden run!)

So, in all, we learned a few things - firstly, I am really unfit. Need to get to the gym more often than I'm going if I'm going to be doing this more often. Also, I was kinda under the impression that the Pony ride was mostly going to be a standard piggy-back with more bondage, but I was very clearly wrong on that end - having to get the gait going was not what I was expecting. Also, my favourite blue leather pants are not appropriate for that kind of play - they're a bit too constricting. Will have to think about other options for pony play.

Also, I'm dreading the point where we start adding heels to the equation - I mean, I'm not too bad with heels, and I've yet to cause any real damage with myself, but having someone on your back while you're in heels? I'm very worried that I'm going to just fall over and hurt someone - possibly myself!

Daddy says there's going to be more training, I suspect that will start in earnest once we move into our own house. I have a lot of training to do, I suspect, if I'm going to make even a half-way decent pony-boy!