What We Learnt from Eroticoni

Eroticon logo

For those who don’t know, Eroticon is the annual gathering of sex/BDSM/smut bloggers in London. It must be a harbinger of spring, because I can definitely feel the sap rising. Here, in no particular order, are my reflections on a fabulous Weekend.

1. The BDSM community is famously friendly to new faces: join your local beekeeping society or allotment association, and it may take you a while to break in to the cliques that have formed over many years. You may even be regarded with hostility for the first few decades of your membership! I’ve been to a number of BDSM play parties, fetish markets and so on, so I’m already used to the idea that BDSM folk are welcoming, inclusive and excepting of difference. It sort of goes with the territory, if you don’t accept difference you’ve definitely signed up for the wrong event. But even with that caveat, Eroticon was especially friendly, incredibly warm and über welcoming. Yes, this was our first year and it certainly won’t be the last.

2. The amazing diversity that exists within our community was there for everyone to see. Hairstyles, outfits, gender-neutral toilet facilities including an accessible one, (don’t forget to bring your RADAR key).

3. Why do we all come together under one umbrella – largely because sections of society apply adjectives like ‘sick‘, ‘perverted‘ and ‘freaky‘ to our chosen lifestyle. And these are not the urban dictionary definitions: no, this is tabloid journalism at its most destructive and most bigoted. Sure, there is safety in numbers, but there is also reassurance – even though your kink may not be my kink – in being among people who you know are not going to judge. One of my friends, the redoubtable Kayla Lords, tweeted that it was lovely to be able to open your phone and not have to worry who is looking over your shoulder!

4. BDSM bloggers make brilliant drinking chums: there was certainly ample time and space (thanks to the Camden Holiday Inn), for people to unwind, get to know each other and share tips tricks and ideas. We had been warned though – it was not a play party and there was CCTV everywhere. We like the hotel so we had to be sensible.

5. Michael and Molly, the powerhouse behind Eroticon, had managed to pull in some fabulous sponsors, and those sponsors had fabulous merch they wanted us all to try and buy. A huge thank you to them all, and as I write, our ElectraStim is charging – later on could get very interesting!

6. Eroticon doesn’t seem to come with ‘conference fatigue’: as a veteran attendee and some time organiser of numerous conferences and events, by the final hours of the final day, I’m normally looking forward to getting home and returning to some sort of normality. With Eroticon, the opposite was the case: I could have done several more days. Always leave them wanting more – that way they’ll be back next year…

7. Don’t be an idiot – like me – and assume that just because you live in the London area, you don’t need to stay in the hotel. You do! Travelling backwards and forwards added needless hours to each day – hours that could’ve been spent chatting, networking, playing, blogging.

8. Eroticon is hungry and thirsty work: fortunately, the wonderful Arlington Conference Centre kept us stocked up with tea, coffee, biscuits and water as well as sandwiches and fruit for lunch. What’s more, Camden is a bit of a foodie paradise: we discovered the wonderful Jamón Jamón which does scrummy tapas – great for sharing.

9. For someone with prosopagnosia, as well as severely impaired vision, meeting so many new people all at once can be a bit daunting: prosopagnosia is face blindness, which means that even familiar people will be unfamiliar until you’ve set them in context or can remember their voice. Eroticon has the added complication that people are known by a name (it may not be their real name) a Twitter handle and perhaps a separate blogger name. So, by the time you’ve got your head around those three identities, met six more people and had a gin and tonic, you’ve probably forgotten who the lovely person with a cute kitten years was. Actually, It was Amy, @CoffeeAndKink. See? At least I remembered one person who was new to me! It probably was those kitten ears 🐱.

10. Be careful who you snap with your smartphone: given the aforementioned bigotry and underlying hostility towards folk in the BDSM world, some people are very understandably protective of their identity. No problem, those who didn’t mind being photographed wore a black lanyard and those who absolutely didn’t want to appear on social media in person wore a red one. It’s very important – depending on your profession. – that your true identity is concealed. Some people have even been ‘outed‘ by trolls with nothing better to do with their time. If for example you’re a primary school teacher who also enjoys being put into bondage and spanked in your spare time, it’s not something that overprotective parents should get to know about because they would draw all of the wrong conclusions. And for anybody reading who isn’t already familiar, ‘safe, sane and consensual’ are our bywords: BDSM has absolutely nothing to do with paedophilia.

And finally, a huge shout out to the sponsors and organisers who made Eroticon such a fabulous place to be: step forward

Molly Moore

Michael Knight

Girl on the Net

Cara Thereon

Candysnatch

Speakers

Kayla Lords

Jaime Mortimer

Bianca from Helen’s Toy Box

Zebra Rose

Franki Cookney

Jetset Jasmine & King Noire

Sponsors

Doxy

Sheets of San Francisco

Hot Octopuss

ElectraStim

Fetish.com

Ruby Glow

Temptation Holidays

If I’ve forgotten you, or you think I should include your link, and just put it in the comments below and I would be more than happy to do so.

TMI Tuesday

1. What was your favorite part of yesterday?  

Helping my Kitten to choose a new car to replace the one that was totalled on New Year’s Day. We are both okay, it was just the car 🚘

2. If you could make your own porn movie, what would you call it? Would you write it, direct and/or star in the movie?  

It would be called Sugar & Spice – and it would be me spanking and figging (inserting a butt plug made of ginger) a whole bunch of girls. They could be dressed in ultra girly outfits, including frilly knickers and very short skirts. I would of course direct it and star in it as the male Top 👠

Figging
Figging intensifies spanking pain

3. What do you like the least about sex?  

When it’s over – and the fact that as you get older, as a guy, you want more but can manage less ☹️

4. So, now what are you planning to do?  

In the short-term future, I have an assignment to write for my Open University course. Longer-term I want to take care of my Kitten in a 24/7 D/s love nest 💕❣️🐱

5. If you were a box of cereal, what would you be and why?  

I can’t bear breakfast cereals – they fill you up and then you’re hungry two hours later. I don’t want to be a breakfast cereal, I would rather be somebody’s breakfast sausage 🍳

Bonus: If you could shrink down to ant-sized, what would you do?

Crawl up the skirt of a pretty girl and stay there, occasionally nipping and licking at her thighs, bum cheeks and her perfectly shaven pussy 🐱

Upskirt
Stairway to heaven

Afternoon Tease

When afternoon tea becomes afternoon tease

F is for French MaidFrench Maid

The puffy, ultra-short skirt, held outwards by a stiff, frilly underskirt. The sound of heels on the wooden staircase. The demure expression on her face, determined not to trip and spill the precious cargo.

The warm spice and soft pastry, soaking up the cream. Sugarless tea to offset the intense sweetness.

The criss-cross of the fishnets that hug her thighs and calves.

Her round globes thrust out, awaiting the kiss of crop, flogger and paddles. Her head hung low, fighting the vertigo of looking down from the upstairs gallery.

Knickers, crisp, white and taut against her smooth pudenda.

The blush of her rosy cheeks, warm and ripe from their spanking. The sudden rush and whoosh of orgasms so intense that the linen bears the marks of gush, blood, even pee.

I revel in such memories because we won’t be able to make new ones for a couple of months and more. And I rejoice in the sure and certain knowledge that she’s mine.

💋💓🌷

New Year’s Day, 2019

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At Your Service

Why do so many of us find sexy French maids so utterly irresistible?

Sexy maid

What is it about the French maid‘s uniform that has so many of us Tops or Doms reaching for our crops or paddles?

Is it the bell-shaped, prematurely attenuated skirt that skims the thighs and usually the stocking tops? Oh yes, definitely stockings, there will be extra punishment if the wearer has decided to put on pantyhose or tights.

Is it the fact that the underskirt or petticoat forces the skirt to reveal the upper thighs and lower slopes of the bottom cheeks of the wearer? Or is it indeed that postage stamp-sized little apron that is usually positioned so that it covers the wearer’s pudenda?

Is it the possibility of upskirt voyeurism when the maid is on a stepladder, dusting books from the higher shelves?

Is it the generously cleavage-exposing décolletage of the bodice?

If there is a headpiece, does this add to the caricature of the domestic servant of yore presented by this ensemble?

Perhaps it is that there is an immediate assumption of a master or mistress/servant relationship? This is something that implicitly suggests a power exchange, the possibility of needing to correct inappropriate behaviour, which can be attended to simply by having one‘s charge bend forward over a banister, the arm of the sofa or across the knee.

My kitten and I were fortunate enough to be staying on a charming little hotel in the Canary Islands whose waitresses all wore a slightly more conservative version of this outfit. Every time we were served in the dining room or on the terrace, my pulse would race; I would ask the feline one if she could borrow one of these uniforms for a play session in our tastefully appointed suite. No, she couldn’t, she protested: and so my mind turned to having both her and one of the ‘real’ maids bend over the antique dining table in our suite so that I could discipline them both.

There are some other details of the attire that need to be carefully noted: the maid must have her hair up at all times – this not only renders her more attractive, by exposing the nape of her neck, it is a practical, hygiene consideration. She must wear a pair of killer heels so that she totters from one table to another or up and down the stairs.

Stockings – either the traditional variety or hold-ups – are another essential item of apparel. Sheer black will do very nicely but fishnets complement the outfit best.

Your maid must adopt a subservient, eyes downcast demeanour at all times. No request, however unreasonable, should be refused and close attention must be paid to her department. She is wearing that get-up for a reason – the sooner her master finds fault, the sooner the fun can begin.

Unless previously negotiated, knickers are absolutely essential: they must be impractical, lacy, and ridiculously small. If they are tight enough, they will enhance very nicely the pudenda (shaved obviously) of your employee.

Since you have your very own maid on hand, I recommend starting a scene with her serving some sort of light snack and a drink. She will thus be obliged to totter around on her heels while carrying a tray.

How long her knickers stay on is a matter for you and your maid: you can at least begin her punishment with knickers in place and then remove them, or lower them first, as part of the humiliation involved in corporal punishment.

I can’t conceive of a session like this that doesn’t result in some vigorous, sexual activity: now minus her knickers, your maid is readily available; simply by bending her forward you have access to her nether regions. On her knees, she presents a delightful spectacle, ponytail bobbing, as she ministers to your desire for fellatio.

Have her wear her outfit often – And punish her frequently for any misdemeanours, real or imagined.

Now where’s my hairbrush…?

TMI Tuesday

Why is eating bad food,
like having bad sex?

bad meal, bad food

For me it’s all about quality: you take your time, you have an original, customised play session and you feel wonderfully satisfied at the end. Or, you go to some horrendous chain restaurant, eat food that has been prepared neither with love nor knowledge and you leave there feeling full but lacking that deep satisfaction that only comes from a meal or a play session where someone has literally put their heart and soul into giving you a good time. Fast food chains are the worst – the culinary equivalent of a $50 hand job in a backstreet massage parlour.

1. Do you like tattoos?

I love tattoos – and I love tasteful tattoos on women. I don’t like them to cover too much skin (that’s a personal preference) and having someone’s name tattooed is just asking for trouble, unless it’s the name of your kids or someone else who is not going to disappear from your life or embarrass you in ten years’ time.

Tattoos have to be meaningful, tasteful and above all they should intrigue.

Do you have any tattoos?

I have just one on my upper arm – it’s a thundercloud with a bolt of lightning. I’m absolutely passionate about thunderstorms and I’m also a fairly tempestuous character, so it seems appropriate. I’m planning a couple more in the near future… Watch this space.

2. How did you pick your online profile name?

I am a massive francophile and I speak French fluently. My name means ‘master’ in French. I’m always amused when people ask me my gender – I would’ve thought that was obvious.

3. What’s one saying you try to live by?

Never give up – from the smallest to the biggest task, take the bull by the horns and get on in there. Nobody likes a quitter.

4. What was the last bad meal you ate?

That’s easy: I was in the USA with my Kitten and we went to a chain restaurant where I had some pasta with marinara sauce and grilled scallops. As I put in my TripAdvisor review, I didn’t think the ingredients had been introduced to each other before being slopped onto my plate. The pasta was overcooked, the sauce was straight out of a jar and the scallops had very little flavour (almost certainly frozen). From then on I tried to avoid the chain restaurants in favour of establishments where people source locally, cook every day from scratch and have a really good rapport with the clients.

Why was it so awful?

Because from the person who cooked it to the person who put it in front of me, nobody really gave a shit. Sure, the waitress was friendly and working for her tip, but nobody cared or even knew that it was bad food.

5. When was your last bad sexual encounter? Why was it so awful?

It was probably a decade ago: I had divorced my second wife, was in a bad place emotionally and decided that I didn’t want the emotional pressure of a relationship. So I had a number of encounters with sex workers: most of the women were lovely, and I formed lasting friendships with some of them. Others clearly hated what they were doing and made the whole experience really unpleasant.

Bonus: tell us something random.

I once appeared naked on prime-time British television – my mother wasn’t impressed!

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