SHIBARICON WRITE UP 2015
Thursday
I arrived early and got to catch up with some people and
meet a few new ones outside the coffee shop. Nobody knew where the initial presenter
meeting was supposed to take place, so I headed up to the lobby with
MonkeyFetish, Zamil, and Andra, Dov, and Solatus to see what we could see. The
other presenters were gradually drawn to us and gathered around, because
everyone knows that experienced presenters give off a special presenter pheromone which attracts other presenters to them. There we were, a small flock of lost
inflated egos, waiting for our shepherd to guide us to our meeting, when lo and
behold Psychokitty and Pendragon led us to our room where SirC awaited us with
gift bags. Hallelujah!
Afterwards I went to the meet & greet where I paid $8
for a bottle of beer and caught up with more people. It was nice. I used my
extra sharp nails to scratch the shit out of gingerkitty’s arm, right where TK wraps go, so she’d have a
little gift to start the weekend right. I met _MrBrightSide_, who was planning
to be a demo bottom for my class the next day, and I met Dorian, who has nice
shoulders and likes to have his cock and balls in rope, and so naturally I
asked him to demo bottom for me as well ;) The husband and I did some edge play wherein over the
course of an hour or so, he kept asking if I was ready to go home. I kept
saying no, but eventually I said yes. He didn’t respect my boundary! Violator!
I allegate against you sir! I am an alligator!
FRIDAY
Hedwig’s Freestyle Floorwork class was a really nice way
to start the con. Gingerkitty and I practiced switching off with one another. We
got moving and had some fun, and I got a few nice pointers about how to move
your bottom around more effectively . Hedwig is like a love child resulting
from a threesome between Pokémon, Betty Boop, and an adorable, fluffy white
ferret.
I went to Strange Things on the Chest next. The things
weren’t particularly strange, but I did learn a nice karada harness for
suspension. I tied luceyed, who was wearing this super hot denim jumpsuit which
I got to incorporate into the tie. She got all floopy in my rope which was
pretty cool. I also almost dropped her – luceyed totally saved the situation
with her lighting fast reflexes. I was mortified and thoroughly shaken up and apologized
probably ten times. I made a resolution to be more mindful of safety first for the
weekend which served me well. Luceyed was super cool about everything.
The last class that day was Strangelove and sansumi’s
Honnawa class, promising rope around the neck and discomfort – yes! Hubby came
and made a Very Special Appearance at the con by actively participating in a
class, something not seen in this decade, and we got to spend an uninterrupted
90 minutes together at Shibaricon, something also not seen in this decade. Yay!
He tied rope around my neck and caused me physical discomfort. It was nice.
Dinner was at some confusing suburban restaurant with my husband,
cuddleswithteeth, Dorian, and Ropeguyjin. I have never laughed so much at a
dinner ever in my life. I have absolutely no recollection of what we talked
about but we were hilarious. Also bonus: we apparently missed the fire alarm
fiasco? I’m told the DJ for the prom on the lower level was using a fog machine
and ruined everyone’s night. Ah, prom.
I made a small but still grand entrance into the dungeon
in my fave lacy black bodysuit/teddy thing and some super maneater heels. There
was an audible “ooh-aah” effect from Hedwig & co. which was pretty fucking
awesome and confidence-inspiring. There was a lot of nice stuff to check out in
the dungeon; for the first night of the con, it was pretty great to see such
good ropework going on already. I did I tiny bit of practice/show and tell with
_MrBrightSide_ so he’d know what to expect for the next day.
Dorian came up to me and gave me some serious puppydog
eyes and asked to play because he hadn’t bottomed for rope in a long time, and
I was more than happy to oblige because his opening line to me the previous
night was “You should know three things about me: I’m a masochist, I’m not shy,
and I’m not small.” How can a girl say no to that? I tied him up and suspended
him and tied his package to his leg and gagged him and nibbled daintily
[translation: viciously] on his toes. It was fun.
SATURDAY
My day started out with my Beautiful Boys class – it was
so fun to teach! I could not believe there were so many people in the class,
opposite people like Nawashi Kanna, Lee Harrington, Scott Smith, -EM-, and Lani
DV8. I got to rip some chest hair off of Jin, manipulate _MrBrightSide_’s body
with my armor tie, tie Dorian’s cock&balls to his leg in a partial, and
turn Chemical Ouch into an Avenger. I hope the attendees had as much fun as I
did! Appropriately, the Hitchin’ Bitches lunch followed and it was really great
to meet all those women from around North America who are part of a HB group.
It’s always a nice moment when you can finally put a face to a name!
I spent the afternoon taking classes from Ben Hart (who
is really a good, solid teacher – more from him please!) and from EbiMcKnotty.
Cuddleswithteeth was my bottom for Ben Hart’s class, and she was outrageously
late in arriving because, being the incredibly lovable derp she is, she’d gone
out to lunch and returned to the wrong Hyatt. Derptastic! Jin was my class bottom for Ebi’s class, which
I really was excited to take since I am an Ebi fangirl club member. Ever since
this class, Jin has been walking up to me, looking me in the face, and saying “Evil!”
every time he’s seen me, so I think I picked up something useful in that class
;-) Thanks, Ebi! I had a nice dinner in the hotel bar catching up with
Roughinamorato, and partaking of a little digestif he’d brought from home. Then
off to the second play party!
I could not remember the last time I’d truly bottomed for
a rope scene – it had been perhaps two years, maybe more. So who better to ask
to shove me all at once back into the deep end of the pool than BlueRisk? He had
saved a slot on his dance card for me, and this was the time. He asked me what
I was looking for and I told him I liked to be bent in weird ways and surprised.
He was like “I can work with that” and then he tied me up and his ropes made me
feel first calm, then sexy, then challenged. He pushed me right to the edge of
my ability, which was exactly as far as I wanted to go. Then after I reached
that point, some super-hot untying happened, and it took a reverse trajectory
to the tying – challenging, sexy, then calm. Two thumbs up, Murphy!
Next came my long-awaited scene with cuddleswithteeth. She
had been a play partner of my husband’s for a good while, so I know what she’s
about pretty well – she is a heavy masochist, a humiliation bottom, all the fun
edgy stuff. Also she is soft and cuddly, and is simultaneously totally gracious
and totally inelegant at all times. We played at COPE last year and it was
pretty fucking sweet; I got to hurt her as much as I wanted to and she totally
loved it! Win win! So naturally we were going to do it again. I honestly don’t
remember how I tied her other than it was in some super-weird and awkward position
with a futo on one leg. I poked at her and bit her and stood on her and
scratched her with my claws and hit her and punched and kicked her, and I used
some of the fun tips about body positioning and breath and tempo I’d picked up
from classes. I had her gagged with a scold’s mask so she could scream with
relative impunity and I couldn’t see her any of her face except her nose and
eyes, and her eyes kept changing from “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME” to “OMG
KEEP DOING IT”. It was great.
My favorite part of the scene was a completely happy
accident. Total masochist/bottom though she may be, cuddleswithteeth has this
lizard-brain response to her vagina being exposed to the world, especially
during a violent scene. So here I was, in the middle of the dungeon, trying to
peel her legs apart for a cunt-kick, when I noticed that a couple of little
teensy flecks of toilet paper had gotten stuck in that moist valley between her
labia majora and minora. This, my friends, is a sadistic humiliation top’s
dream come true. She has gone to all this trouble to shave her bits for the
weekend, to look nice for the scene, to take all my torture so very well, and
then she does the porn equivalent of leaving the stall with toilet paper stuck
to your shoe. Of course I very loudly pointed this out to her and she was
utterly mortified. WIN!
I ended the scene by pinching the inner-middle part of
her ear really hard with my fingernails, and the “WTF are you doing” look
reached its maximum level and I laughed like the sadistic maniac I am, and the
couple wrapping up a scene next to us looked over at me with a look that was
either “WTF” or “Kudos”, which either way I’ll take as a compliment. Then I
gave her aftercare by offering her an apple, getting her to bite down on said
(sweet, juicy Pink Lady) apple, and eating the apple out from her mouth as the
peel dug deeper and deeper into her gums. A favorite trick taught to me by this
awesome priest I know. I went home early so I could get some sleep before my
morning class.
SUNDAY
I pulled myself out of bed at 8 on Sunday morning to
teach my very most favorite discussion class, The Feminist Pervert. We had a
really great group of people and as always the discussion was lively and
nonstop. We even came up with a new hashtag for when people hear the words “male
gaze” or “patriarchy”: #maleglaze. There’s never enough time for this class –
we could go on for hours! I’m so glad Shibaricon asked me to lead it again.
Next it was off to the single best class I’ve ever taken
at any Con, ever: Strangelove and sansumi’s Sadistic Connective Rope.
Strangelove is like a cross between a lion and a bear, and sansumi is the
delicate deer he preys on – they’re a brilliant team. I was super privileged to
tie the resilient, generous, and gorgeous Molly_V for the class. As soon as Strangelove
said something about wanting to push to people’s limits not to break them, but
to “find the state of mind of the limit” as a place for ongoing suffering, I
knew I’d come to the right place. I must have been grinning like the biggest
idiot. I knew where I’d been trying to go; this class highlighted a path I
might want to take to get there. Molly suffered for me beautifully for 90
minutes (her eyes were like these deep blue pools of torment), and the
surrounding couples were super friendly – the subs sort of banded together as a
team to stay strong. I cannot speak highly enough of the class, and I’m so
grateful to the marvelous instructors!
After lunch it was off to Pedro’s Jazz Shibari class (into
which cuddleswithteeth made a grand ungainly entrance complete with prat-fall
in front of the whole class), followed by AndraPoloutropon’s Fucking About with
Rope, which was exactly what it said on the box: he explained some concepts for
all levels of riggers (at least a couple of which were very useful to me) and
then for a good while he let us fuck around and apply those concepts in rope
practice. I got to tie gingerkitty again for that, which is nice because she’s
really bendy and I can hurt her if I want (which, when do I not?).
I had a lovely and romantic dinner with my husband, and
then back to the dungeon! Husband went off to play with cuddleswithteeth, while
I went to play with rope. I was waiting for a couple of pre-arranged play dates
to show up and chatting with groundbird when she said “well if you want to kill
some time while you’re waiting and tie me…” and I didn’t even let her finish
the sentence to say “Yes. Let’s do it right now” because I had tied her at COPE
at the end of the weekend and we were both exhausted and I wanted to do a more
awake job. She likes to be challenged and I like to challenge! I had a
wonderful time tying her and hurting her and watching her process what I was
asking of her body. She’s so sweet and soft! It was a lovely time.
Then came AndraPoloutropon. I have a confession to make:
I’d had my eye on tying with him prior to the con, for reasons I cannot quite
explain, perhaps because his class was called Fucking About with Rope, which
sort of tickled me. Then I’d met him at the beginning of the weekend, and we’d
been chatting a bunch, plus I had watched him tie on Friday night and it was
pretty hot, so I asked him if he wanted to tie me up and, being a man who knows
a good opportunity when he sees it, he said yes. (Yes, I am totally awesome.)
So anyway we found a frame and he tied me and it was hot and there was a lot of
eye contact and touching and feeling sexy and almost kissing (which is really
super fun in a rope scene because it builds tension along with the rope)
followed by sexy hot untying (it’s the latest craze) and some
honest-to-goodness cuddling and smooching afterwards which looked an awful lot
like aftercare but of course I am too hardcore for aftercare so it was not
aftercare at all, just nice times winding down from a sexy scene.
Then, my friends, I managed to pull off the ultimate
Switch score: I rallied, and topped someone again after having bottomed! I had
promised Dhyana a scene and she would get one, dammit. I made the call to do
only floorwork, just in case the post-rope-bottom derp struck unexpectedly.
Dhyana was looking smokin’ hot and innocent as always in her lacy lingerie
getup, plus she looked afraid of me which of course makes it 100 times hotter. We
found a nice corner of the room and I tied her up super tightly and all
sexy-like and shifted her into distressing positions. I tied her tongue with
some twine and weighted it with a couple of carabiners, which I then strung
around the back of her neck and hooked to her chest rope. Her tongue looked
like a weird purple slug and she looked deliciously awkward. She told me
afterwards that she sort of forgot for awhile that the slug-thing partially
gagging her was her own tongue. HOT.
Then I tortured her nicely pedicured little toes with
pokey things and bottlecaps, and she wriggled around so much that the tongue
twine got pulled off (ouch!), so I decided to start untying (which I hate
doing, so I make it as horrible for my bottoms as possible). I stuck the
bottlecaps down her bra for safekeeping in case I needed them later. I gave her
a final hit to her tension-crushed calf and she started to cry. Tears, YES!
(Dhyana says that she tried really hard not to cry, and as soon as she did she
thought to herself “Oh shit – sadist food!”) So of course I smacked her there
lots more. It was ridiculously hot; she is SUPER pretty when she cries. I
untied her in my most brutal fashion, and ever so gently forced her down for
some spooning to decompress (figuratively and literally; her ribcage had been
compressed for well over half an hour).
Dhyana declared herself exhausted and went to her room to
crash; I made my final rounds in the dungeons saying hellos and goodbyes and
went home. The next morning when I woke up I had this text from Dhyana: “Oh my.
Apparently the bottle caps were still in my bra when I feel asleep!”
MONDAYI dragged my way to the con space so I could
attend Tifereth’s class on Improv Bondage, and discovered sadly that my class
bottom had had to attend to a work issue, which was sad because she’s hot and I’d
been looking forward to tying her. But like a willing angel descended from rope
heaven, I saw Resa sitting in the social area alone and just like that I had a
class bottom yay! The class was nice and chill and I got to tie Resa and hurt
them enough that they stopped chatting and started laughing, which you know means
Resa is in a good bottom-space. A nice way to have my last tie of the con.
Closing ceremonies was sweet and there were hugs and
minor cuddling and the exchanging of the business cards, plus I got to eat an
apple out of Tifereth’s mouth so that was cool. Sadistic switches sharing tricks
with sadistic switches. And Red Bar was such a great way to close out the
con. Before I left, an old friend celebrated his birthday by buying MonkeyFetish,
gingerkitty, and I tequila shots; I chatted with several old friends and new
ones; I hugged everyone at least once; I
got a chance to meet and chat with Hebari, who is a really fricking down to
earth, warm-hearted guy; and I got to make out with a cute rigger. Then off to
my husband at home and a nice little wind-down gathering at Monkeyfetish’s,
where I further tortured feel_e and ChemicalOuch.
TL;DR, here are the bullet points:
- #femmeriggerproblems
- #maleglaze
- Pointy gel manicures are the best thing to
happen to riggers ever – they help with hooking technique SO DAMNED MUCH, plus
you can hurt people with them so easily. We should all get them on our dominant
index fingers. I tied all weekend and I neither split a nail nor chipped my
polish at all. Pointy index nails = the new kilts 2015.
- It is totally worth the time to make plans for
class partners in advance.
- It was totally worth it to put in all the
practice time I did so I could feel more confident in my rigging.
- It was totally worth it to get over my shyness and
ask people to play.
- Strangelove is a sadistic rope genius.
- My friends are obscenely perverted and awesome.
- I love tying more than ever.
- I am actually a bigger sadist that even I
realized.
- This was an overwhelmingly positive Con for me
and I’m so glad to have been a part of it
