EVOLUTION OF THE REVOLUTION

Jay Wiseman, renowned BDSM/kink author, speaker, teacher

A two-day event featuring JohnBaku and Jay Wiseman, as well as local and regional speakers.

Where? The Hard Rock Hotel & Casino in Albuquerque, New Mexico

When? Friday, Sept 17-Saturday, Sept 18, 2010

What? Two days of social networking, discussion, celebration, learning, and play, with a focus on examining how the kink/BDSM/Leather/fetish revolution has evolved over the last 30+ years.

Cost? $50/person for full event until August 18, 2010
$60/person for full event after August 18, 2010 or at the door

A la carte: $20/person for Cocktail Party until August 18, 2010
$25/person for Cocktail Party after August 18, 2010 or at the door
$25/person for Play Party until August 18, 2010
$30/person for Play Party after August 18, 2010 or at the door

What does the full event charge cover?

Friday Night, 7-10pm: Lavishly Catered Cocktail Party with cash bar

Saturday morning: Panel discussion with Jay Wiseman and John Baku

Panel discussion with Stan of AEL, Steve Wearden of the Leather Wolves, Mim Chapman of the NM Polyamory Network, and ShelbySue of Las Cruces Coffee & Kink

Breakfast included Saturday morning

JohnBaku, creator of FetLife

Workshops in the afternoon, presented by JohnBaku, Jay Wiseman, and more … Stay tuned for more specific details.

Coffee/tea breaks included Saturday afternoon

Play Party in private ballroom on the Golf Course … gorgeous balcony … separate parking lot … serious privacy for serious play!

Buffet of snacks included in Play Party

Vendor Fair available Friday night and all day Saturday.

AMAZING raffles … including an opportunity to win 1-hour of Rope Bondage private instruction for you & your partner with Jay Wiseman!

And on Sunday night, we encourage you to attend the Rio Grande Leather Contest.

Want to book a room and make it a weekend away from home? Call Pauline at the Hard Rock at (505) 244-8262 and use the code “NMF0910.” We have a block with the rate of $139/night. (The typical weekend rate is $179+.) The Hard Rock will NOT charge you extra to have 3-4 people in a room! $139 applies to single, double, triple, or quadruple occupancy. The rate of $139 is valid only until August 18, 2010. Please book quickly! Please note: because we have a group code, you must book by phone, not on-line.

Oh! I can’t wait! How do I buy a ticket for this amazing event?

See any board member at any New Mexico FetLifer event or contact any board member to meet up and secure your spot with cold hard cash! Live outside of New Mexico? Can’t get with a board member? Contact any board member to set up payment. Visit New Mexico FetLifers at www.fetlife.com!

Want to use a credit card? Please use PayPal. For credit cards, a service fee of $1 applies to purchasing the a la carte Cocktail Party; $2 applies to the Play Party; and a $3 service fee applies to purchasing the Full Event. (We think you want the full event … really, would you want to miss a minute of this unforgettable weekend?)

Evolution of the Revolution

Full Event $63.00 Cocktail Party Only $26.00 Play Party Only $32.00

Over a dozen vendors will join us … including IMsBB 2010 Jayson Daboi, MrZia, Self Serve, HottBonds …Questions? Comments? Please  message me, Sera privately …Please feel welcome to repost widely!

We really gotta get that show off to Hollywood … La la la, Mismatched Whores!

mid-morning of November 7th, 2006

Radical Vixen and I created this sitcom after a long LA weekend with the Latex Geez. You can read up on the LG here. Although the LG didn’t make it onto our sitcom, we thank him for inspiring it. Below is my original post about the second episode of our Emmy-worthy idea!

In this mind-blowingly popular episode, we find out that Sera is not only a dominatrix, but also a graduate student. As she moves toward dissertation hours, she arranges a meeting with The Professor—at her and Radical Vixen’s home.

Sera reminds Radical, repeatedly, of The Professor’s arrival date and time. Radical promises to be done her work for the day before The Professor’s arrival, but alas …

Radical is a hippie who cannot be held to the constraints of space and time. As Sera places a plate of olives and feta cheese on the coffee table, the unmistakable sounds of Radical’s session permeate the living room. Sera knocks on the hippie-dungeon door, but then the main doorbell rings …

Sera takes a deep breath and lets The Professor in. Sera talks very loudly, but as the women sit on the couch and spread out papers, Radical’s voice covers a moment of quiet: “Take it, doggie boy, take it!”

Sera blanches, and she tries to explain that her roommate is engaged in a unique form of therapy, in which she enacts her most frightening dreams. The Professor smirks.

And hilarity ensues.

You Know You Need It

Yesterday, a thirty-something man set up a call with me. He’d done one call with our service in the past, and he explained that he felt he and the PSO didn’t “connect,” so he’d called our Director, and she’d suggested he phone me. As I did the billing, I had no idea what his kink would be—I no longer ask, as I’ve found that there really is nothing, at this point, that I won’t talk about—but I had an inkling, so before I called him back, I grabbed my mini-tawse. Against a leather pillow, the mini-tawse make a perfect sound.

Once on the call, this young man’s voice shook. I gently asked him about his interests, and he quaked, “I’m really embarrassed by this, but I’m into spanking.” I smiled, and cried out, “Me too!”

We talked about his fantasies—he tends toward adult situations in which a husband/boyfriend “disciplines” his wife/girlfriend for typical relationship-spats, such as overspending. He confided that he considers himself a switch, and after we played a scene in which I was the “naughty wife,” he told me, “I don’t know what to say now.” I took charge, and I suggested we mutually masturbate while I told him a spanking story. Suffice to say he had a fabulous time. He ended our call by telling me he’d like to switch roles next time, and I told him that would be a good idea, as having me control a scene would show him how to control a scene. This young man has never played in real life.

Lately, I’ve had loads of boring calls, along with my most-disgusting call, and I’ve been “annoyed” with my job. This call reinvigorated me, as it allowed me to do what I love to do—show someone he’s not “weird,” because look at me: I’m professional, educated, and articulate, and this spanking stuff gets me off, too.

The people I speak with who are into spanking seem to carry an inordinate amount of shame. I should know; for nearly twenty years, I did, too. I’m trying to figure out from where this intense shame derives. It’s possible, I think, that it’s much easier to get a hold of BDSM materials—videos, magazines, and books—from Adult vendors. Thinking through the Adult book/video/general porn stores I’ve been in, I’ve always seen at least a smattering of BDSM videos and books, but rarely have I seen a real spanking video. Before I entered the world of sex work and began to shed my shame, I remember traipsing through adult stores and picking up any video that showed an image of spanking on its back cover. I’d wait for my roommate to go out of town, get a bottle of wine, and watch with anticipation. These few videos, though, never turned me on. I didn’t want to see a leather-clad mistress whipping her submissive with rose stems; I didn’t want to see a five-second slippering in the midst of lesbian sex. I wanted to see a full disciplinary scene—replete with humiliating verbiage (in which an adult is treated like a child), traditional spanking positions and implements, and promises to be “good.” I didn’t see anything like this until after I made my first spanking video with Kelly Payne.

Many spanking fetishists imagine not simply adults-as-adults in spanking scenarios, but adults-as-children. Perhaps, then, some of the shame, our shame, comes from fear of appearing pedophiliac. I’m sure that there are pedophiles out there who are into spanking, but most people into spanking are not pedophiles. They don’t imagine real children—I know that I never did/have—they imagine, instead, themselves or their partner acting the part of a child. I love age play, and many callers will tell me they want to be “18″ in the spanking fantasy I create. I usually gently tell them that they can be any age they’d like within our fantasy—and by and large, they become 12 years old. Some spanking fetishists were brutally spanked as children themselves, and they alleviate adult emotional suffering by re-playing childhood scenes in a consensual environment.

Some spanking fetishists were never spanked, but they felt ignored by adult figures, and thus the adult-play-time spanking scenario allows them to feel the attention they’ve long craved. (This is not to say that spanking fetishists neatly fit into these two categories; rather, these categories are common.) Some spanking fetishists are mostly interested in erotic-prelude-to-sex spanking, but many of us imagine “serious discipline.” We imagine tears, begging, corner time, embarrassment, stern lectures, and forceful hands and implements. Perhaps this intense shame comes from this interest in childhood rituals. After all, it’s not weird to like a few slaps to the ass before sex; what’s “weird” is finding sex in the ritual. For many of my clients, the ritual of discipline IS like sex, in that they find orgasmic fulfillment in the spanking act itself. This is, of course, what makes it a fetish—a serious fetish—for some: they can only achieve orgasm during disciplinary spanking play. Although I don’t count myself within this category, I have always relied on spanking-related fantasies during sex to achieve my strongest orgasms.

As most of you dear readers know from previous posts, meeting Kelly Payne and doing videos for her marked a major change in my perception of my fetishistic interests. Kelly is one of the most intense spanking fetishists I’ve ever known—as in, I thought my spanking interests were huge, until I met her. She loves what she does: she supplies jerk-off material to spankos. And, she’s often said, while sipping coffee and dragging on a Newport Light, “What do most people have? They work, they struggle to pay bills, they come home at night and they’re exhausted. They still have getting off, though, and I want to help them get off as hard as they can.”

Amen.

On April 1st, my daughter was diagnosed with cancer. At two years old, she’s doing very well–in remission, happy and fun as any two year old can be. She also has over two years of chemo ahead of her.

In February of 2009, New Mexico FetLifers convened for the first time. Our group has grown, in less than a year and a half, five times over. This community of kinksters and fetishists, S&Mers, D/s-ers, and Leatherfolk, has supported my family in a myriad of manners. People have cooked for us; people who live four hours away have sent money for others to cook for us. We’ve received blankets and toys; friends have run a multitude of errands for us … I don’t know how my family would have survived the last two months without the New Mexico FetLifers community.

Well, we would have survived–but we would have lacked healthy and homecooked food; we would have driven ourselves into deeper exhaustion.

Thank you. Thank you. My gratitude pours out to my loving, kinky, fun, naughty, crazy, warm, accepting, and compassionate community.

Bizarre Bazaar

When? Saturday, March 27th, 1230pm-530pm

Where? Sidewinders, 8900 Central SE Cost? $%5/person. All proceeds support the New Mexico Mentorship Program.

What? Sooo much!

Vendors: Gearwerks, MrZia, Self Serve, Darla the Fetish, Moonlight Creations, Nancy Ava Miller, and photographer Roger Baker

Stations: Bootblacking with Mr & Ms RGL 2010, Drummer, Raven, and LittleBadDaddy; Tarot Reading with Koda and Firestarblaze, plus Tarot or Palmistry with Dona; Massage with Cory and slave Teddy

Demos: Whipping with Gary; Hogtie with Dona; and Electro Play with Gary

Performance & Demo Schedule The doors to Bizarre Bazaar open at 1230.

1pm-145pm: Whipping Demo with Gary; Jayson daBoi performs Elton John; Hogtie Demo with Dona

2pm: Drag Queens & Drag Kings Part 1! Enjoy performances from a myriad of wonderful performers, including Flynt, Rocco Steele, Papi Chulo, Maxwell Endowed, Raven Foxx, Mikaela, Loriah, Nadia, and more! Ms Bunnie Boom Boom will MC!

245pm: Electro Demo with Gary

3pm: Drag Queens & Drag Kings Part 2!

345pm: Break/Intermission

4pm: Fashion Show! Come out and see New Mexico kinksters strut their stuff! Leather Daddies, slaves, Fetishists, Medical Kinksters, Dommes, schoolgirls, and more will be taking the stage!

Raffles will be drawn intermittently throughout the day, and do we have some fabulous raffle prizes! Moonlight Creations has donated a pair of the incredibly supple and versatile black leather quick cuffs; Travis has donated a gorgeous red leather handcrafted collar; Crimson88 has donated two stunning pieces of handcrafted jewelry; and Roger Baker has donated an in-studio photo shoot. (More details on Roger Baker’s photo shoot: Unlimited images to choose from. Costume changes welcome. Up to and hour and a half studio time. Includes choice of ten high resolution images digitally processed and enhanced on a CD with unlimited duplication rights and one 8×10 custom print. Retail cost: $80) And that’s just a sampling of raffle prizes! Get lucky with $20 and wrap Miss B’s ass for 40 possibly winning tickets!

Think you might get hungry during the Bazaar? Food will be catered by Dos Hermanos. $5 buys you a plate of chicken or vegetarian enchiladas, beans, rice, and tortilla. Food will be served from 1-3pm only.

Strange Love Play Party

After the Bizarre, head to Nancy’s Edgewood home for a Strange play/potluck/pool party. Pick up some fabulous new toys at the Bazaar and try ‘em out at the Strange Love Party! Need directions? Email Sera Miles.

Cost? $5/person All proceeds benefit the New Mexico Mentorship Program.

IMPORTANT! Please purchase your tickets in advance at the PEP Office this week, M-F 9-5, or purchase your tickets at the door to Bizarre Bazaar. If you are under 21 and want to attend the play party, or if you live outside of Albuquerque and want to attend the play party, please email Jim immediately. Cost to attend party without doing one of the above: $10. Questions? Concerns? Comment below …

Ready to Play!

See you there!

Last night, I had the pleasure of humiliating the Desert’s favorite princess, Frida. We started off in a dark corner–away from the prying eyes blinking back at us in the dimly-lit dungeon. We negotiated. I laid out a few choice implements: a strap that doubles as a light bondage toy, a leather paddle, a flogger, and two tubes of red lipstick. Inexpensive red lipstick, the kind with an orange versus a blue undertone. The best toy for our scene was secreted in my bra.

I wrapped the strap around Frida’s neck and drew her pretty face close to mine. She fell to her knees, and I crouched down there with her–and lifted her toward my breasts as I slowly stood.

“Take off your shirt.” She complied, and I shifted her body so that she faced the suspended bed, still on her knees. Her skirt swept across her upper thighs, and I swept my flogger against her back.

“Ready to be my bitch?” I hissed in Frida’s ear. She nodded.

I teased her flesh with my hands and fingernails, pinched her nipples, grabbed the secret jewels between her dark thighs. I chanted dirty whore in her ear, laid into her back with my flogger, lifted her skirt and spanked her like a naughty little girl.

Then I put all the toys down. I caressed her warm flesh–my now perfect canvas. Frida’s nipples stood at attention as I wrote between them in cheap–as in Wet n Wild–lipstick: “I Love to Fuck.” Frida’s dark eyes widened and I twirled one of my legs over her head. I breathed hard on her neck as I wrote, “Cheap Lipstick = Cheap …” on her back. As I formed the “W” for the final word, that lipstick broke.

“Oh, you’re gonna laugh when you see what I’m writing,” I told Frida. “Now give me your other cheap red lipstick.”

That tube held out to form the word “Whore” across Frida’s marked back. Now that I’d established just what kind of whore I was dealing with, I lifted my burgundy heeled foot. I barely hat to command Frida to worship it–her pink tongue was hot and ready. As she licked, I reminded her of the differences between us.

“I’m a Dior Whore,” I hissed. “A Chanel Whore. A Prada Whore running down a dark rain-slick street.”

Frida practically wet herself at those magic words.

The cheap whore deserved to earn a little money. Emphasis on little. Remember: I had the best implement in my bra. I took out four one dollar bills and one five dollar bill.

“You wanna earn a dollar, bitch?” I slid the dollar bill over Frida’s face. Her pretty brown eyes lit up at the smell and feel of cash.

I spit on the bill, crumpled it up, and threw it across the room. Princess Frida scampered like a happy puppy, ass in air, showing off her back’s decoration. I ordered her to put the money in her boot, and repeated the chase for each dollar. Then, I waved that five dollar bill in front the whore.

“Think you’ve earned five dollars?” I hissed. I dug deeper into my bra. “First, let’s see if you can get this quarter.”

I tossed the quarter at her, like one would a common whore. Princess Frida did her duty, and I had her hold onto that quarter for the rest of our scene.

That five dollars? I slid it against my pussy. And when Princess Frida retrieved it, I ordered to sniff the green paper. She seemed to want to lick it.

My whore had done well and earned all $9.25. I took her back to the dark corner in which we’d started, and I caressed her, ran my fingers through her air and my nails against her scalp. I allowed her to stand.

“Parade yourself over to the after-care area,” I whispered. “Turn for the folks sitting there, show off what I’ve written on you–and then our scene will be done.”

She did as she was told–happily, I’d say, ready to show off what she’d become, been reduced to.

Word has it Princess Frida’s lovely girlfriend spent a week getting that lipstick off Frida’s back. When the shoe fits …

I didn’t realize I’d forgotten for three days. That’s kinda bad, huh?

Now what do I do? Tomorrow is a week since my transgression. Mistress Twilight and I have been chatting about going to Ojo Caliente (a spa on a natural hot spring) sometime in the next few months. Should I plan to head home duly punished? Should I proffer myself for such discipline?

Or should I plead and beg?

Both positions (ahem) are attractive in their own right. As a switch, speaking from my dominant side, I know that having a submissive confess and openly take punishment leaves me in the midst of flying-top-syndrome.  My submissive side knows it is right to confess and bend over.

But I have this brat self that likes to take control. She says that it’s silly to not at least try to avoid the impending doom of punishment. Even if I’ll likely lose and pay more, this brat self says, it will make for a much more exciting scene.

Oh my. How do I shut that girl inside me up?

Look! I have an ANT ON ME! NO MORE OUTDOOR SPANKINGS, MISTRESS TWILIGHT!

I find driving to Mistress Twilight’s home very scary. Not only do I have to drive up and up mountains, I have to spend several miles taking my little vehicle down dirt roads. I got lost, because unmarked roads, dusty and dirty trucks, animals crossing, and NO ONE OR ANYTHING FOR MILES scares this city girl.

When I finally arrived, I unloaded my toy bag first, ready for the spanking I knew I was due. I’d been late turning in my summary sheet at PEP 3 times in the last month. I figured I’d get at least three heavy cane strokes for this, with a good warm-up. But, Twilight suggested I just relax and enjoy the scenery.

The scenery. Like I hadn’t enjoyed it during the FOUR HOUR DRIVE I’d taken through VIRTUALLY NOTHING. I tried to be nice, I really did. I sipped wine. I attempted conversation. But, Twilight only wanted to talk about the sunset or the mountains or the frickin’ dirt that Mother Nature gives us.

Boring.

What did she expect?

I certainly didn’t expect to be charged with cutting a switch. With a Swiss Army knife, at that. I didn’t even know how to open the stupid thing. But, I was a trooper. I took off my robe, swung my ass back and forth as I walked down the rocky and dirty hill (and got dirt in between my toes, I might add), and made sure my breasts bounced the whole way back up.

I handed Mistress Twilight the switch, and she laughed.

“This is a twig,” she said.

I widened my eyes and held up my hands in confusion. “I don’t know how to cut a switch, Ma’am,” I said. “Maybe you’ll have to cut it yourself.”

Mistress grabbed the knife from me–and for a second I worried she might cut me! But she tossed it on the side table where it clanked againgst my wine glass. She pointed to her thighs.

She wasn’t so into the sunset now. In fact, I knew the only thing more attractive to her than the sun setting would be setting my bottom on fire.

Mistress spanked me fast and hard, harder, I admit, than I expected. I suspect she truly was irritated with me. But how could I resist? I mean really, would you pick watching the FUCKING SUNSET over earning an over the knee spanking any night?

All is not well that ended well, however, at least not for my rear end. After Mistress warmed me up, she had me bring her my toy bag.

And take out the hairbrush.

Now, if you’ve ever been spanked by Mistress Twilight, you might know that with a hairbrush in her hand, she goes hard. And loses track of time. And seems intent on spanking you until you’re begging her to stop.

I begged. “Please, please Ma’am,” I finally gasped. “Don’t I still have a switching coming?”

Then I heard Mistress gasp. A-ha! She’d forgotten about it and had tanned my behind past the point of being able to switch me the next day.

I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking, “Or so you thought, naughty Sera.”

Mistress Twilight does not punish an already punished behind. I was spanked that night for my bratty behavior. My bottom was red and blue, and quite sore all the next day. And the day after.

Mistress Twilight insisted I stay a third day.

To be continued ….

I had one tied to the whipping post, hands bound behind her back. The other lucky victim knelt on a low spanking bench–positioned so that her face was in line with the first sweet sub’s sweet pussy.

Four of us worked on them.

I called the shots.

They held off on cumming, like good girls. But now I think I can make them misbehave, so that I can punish them for getting off not on command.

What did you do?