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Kinky Summer Camp  

Robinsnestisbest 52F
242 posts
7/30/2018 1:43 pm
Kinky Summer Camp


Dark Magic Society has just been gifted all that was and more (daytime and evening parties at the place we began). Free sex education classes are BACK. I am now able to return once again a learning space to the community as I was gifted 28 years ago when at 18 I walked into my first NLA class on scrotum inflation.. Not my thing as a top, but it taught me everyone was validated in their non-harmful pursuits in the lifestyle.

I use the word Dark as it is a descriptive of a dungeon that allows sexual activities. I use the word Magic because that IS the definition of what happens when bodies/energies collide to a positive outcome.

With this foundation....Saturday night WAS DARK MAGIC!!!!!

I have spent the last few months truly learning from great leaders. Party groups that have more to offer than simply good people, safe, and great place. I created last night's Kinky Summer Camp accordingly.

There were two scheduled games...slave tug of war & spin the bottle.

Simply know there were more women than men. There was a perfect representation in balance of all age groups as well as all swingers and monogamous BDSMers and those that dive into both pools.

GAME #1 - Tug of war....

I was behind schedule. There were so many people I HAD to converse with during the first hour that I was remiss in keeping on the announced schedule....so many loving friends surrounding me. I called out a 5 minute warning. I explained the concept and told everyone to do what they needed to do (restroom, smoke/toke, drink, etc.) get 'er done.

Our adult playground private home has a spectacular view of the valley, millions of lights twinkled in the background. Everyone that was not currently involved in a scene I individually questioned. Do you wish to be a top, bottom or observer?" Team One, Team Two and Rope were assigned from their responses.

Seven submissive women were the "rope". I individually inspected to assure they were securing their rope links correctly by clasping themselves to themselves hand to wrist, left and right. I had to adjust a few due to height....taller women being the hole vs. putting their arms through a shorter woman's hole formed by the chain. I corrected all imperfections therein and the game was ready to begin. The white flag (lady with a white top) was centered perfectly.

When the rope was assembled, Team One and Team Two were assembled in the same link system...One to the left of the rope, Two to the right. I explained to all that this was not an "aggressive" competition. Safe words were "Yellow" and "Red"..."Yellow" meant I am losing my balance, "Red" meant "I AM" going to fall. I instructed all of the safe responses therein.

With a scrumptious glass of red wine in my hand, my hair in cute little pig tails, I squatted down in order to judge the competition. "On your marks, get set, go." I yelled into the night air.

In a flash of three seconds I was witness to an epic struggle. The shock in the rope's eyes from the express determination of the two teams to win. The resolve in the seven rope faces not to break. The exuberant joy in all of the effervescent participants and spectators.

Fear crossed the face of three of the rope links. Which one would give first? I had already redeemed the rope. The rope could not lose. They were rope...they existed and served their purpose. They would break according to the dominant energy exertion of Team One or Team Two....even if they were "the weakest link" they served their purpose. They had a reason to exist and were not allowed to be ashamed for letting go as that was OK.

Strength emanated from and was embodied within several faces in the link of the submissive rope as well. Resolve was the word their facial determination expressed. "You Shall Not Pass" LotR quote, determination. Although they requested to be categorized with those that would and MUST break for a Team to win...they were not mutable. Magnificent!

It was a split second in time. Three ladies let go of their wrists. Not in unison per se, but extraordinarily close. I stood up, closed my eyes, and my photographic memory replay what just transpired in front of me. Three faces....devastated. They knew that they "were...The weakest link."

One, two, three...the replay screened my internal viewer for a good half minute. After a deep breath, I called out the most precious creature in my midst. Not due to a Hollywood beauty presentation, but due to her internal growth. She was a broken vessel when we met...but now, she not only has a sound plan, but she is actively putting forth effort to accomplish her goals.

She was ashamed. Nipped that in the butt instantly. I called her out on the rules and regulations of the game and the fact that "SHE DID NOT LOSE". SHE SERVED HER PURPOSE....of being the rope. She found her dignity in my words.

Everyone watched or participated. Although short lived....it was a beautiful portrait of the Dark Magic Society unity. We are FAMILY. We are a VILLAGE. We are a portion of the overall BDSM/Swingers community that lifts shared values and those that embrace those principals. AND WE HAVE FUN!!!!

Oh dear universe...11 p.m. Time for spin the bottle but I have just been informed that the space I had designated is being used by a SEXY D/s & SM couple. I love them. He built the<b> spanking </font></b> in that space. Because of me they exist/because of them I exist. I forget which way the pattern progresses. Regardless, I know that I will owe them more than I can ever repay. Luck, luck lick, lock, lust. When I went inside to see if I could relocate them and the<b> spanking </font></b> they were wiping it down. Good people. Sigh. They were done with their scene and doing as I require, cleaning the space in which they played.

Game # 2.

Twenty-two people gathered in the circle. I had not anticipated so many willing participants. Earnestly, six was the greatest number in my head of those who would submit themselves willingly to such a taboo. Consent and acceptance are the two foundations of our private social club. Accordingly, the rules of spin the bottle were simple.

Spinner speaks to the spinnee.

"Green" from the Spinner's lips means the Spinner desires to kiss the spinnee.

"Compliment" from the Spinner's lips means the Spinner is going to give the Spinee an intimate compliment about some feature the Spinee posses. After the Spinner compliments the Spinnee, it becomes the Spinnee's turn to compliment the Spinner

Two options of consent, both with an energy building positive outcome.

The spinnee can respond to "Green" with two consents.

First they can respond to Green with a "Green". At that point, they negotiate the level of their KISS. A peck on the cheek, a peck on the lips, open mouth moment in time, a passionate kiss or a full on make out moment in time. Mutual chemistry and consent the law of the land.

Even Troy kicked back to join in this exquisite moment in time.

I spun first. "Green". A girl. There the progression of perfection began. One after another the group cried "green". It haunted me, how I had predicted a very prudent game. The group animated the participants. When two innocent ladies shared a chaste peck, the peanut gallery gave a unison response "Awwwww.". More passionate kisses received a round of applause,

On occasion, the spin allowed two lovers to express their deepest desires towards the object of their passion/desire. To Prince's "Kiss" or Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl" or the other Youtube predictions from the decadent choruses....Whether mutual "Green", or "Compliment" each spin was sacred. 45 minutes and a multitude of kisses later, we ended the game with the most spectacular kiss a person could witness.

It was a perfect night in many ways! I feel vital and alive again.

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