Night Two: My First Kinky Convention
Conquering the dungeon
Blue fucked me no less than three times in the hotel room after our first night at CURE (Columbus’ Ultimate Relationship Exploration). We did it twice before falling asleep. The next morning, he was on top of me and spreading my legs before I was awake. Blue is my favorite alarm clock, and his libido was on overdrive after the night we’d had.
When we finally got out of bed, we grabbed a quick lunch and made it to the hotel just in time for our first class that day — Smashing Stigma: Mental Health & Kink. The presenter was Devyn Stone, a trans BDSM educator and mental health advocate. Mr. Stone’s talk focused on neurodivergence in the kink community, and I enjoyed the open conversation between the attendees and our teacher.
Our next course that day was Emotional Sadism and Masochism 101.
Blue and I have incorporated ES&M in our dynamic here and there. Feeling jealous when he has attraction for someone else, for instance, always stings. But it can also be a bit of a turn-on. A threat I like to thwart by sucking his cock deeper and more often.
Teachers Jason and Red gave an engaging talk, sharing detailed stories of their experiences with clients. They finished the class with a demonstration featuring one of their play partners, creating a scene based on suggestions from the audience of what one might want to get out of such a session (fear, emotional release, arousal, etc.).
Their partner was a slim woman with a pixie cut who was obviously very into being degraded and manhandled with a fair amount of severity. They started off light, admonishing her for making them change their schedule and leave for the conference a day later than previously planned, and turned the heat up from there.
There’s no question I would go to a BDSM convention just for the stimulating classes and group discussions. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t very much looking forward to the final play party scheduled that night.
After shopping the vendors and getting Blue fitted for a beautiful corset vest, there was a spirited closing ceremony. This included a live auction delivered by a quick-talking (and also hilarious) auctioneer.
I’ve never been to a live auction, let alone a kinky one. About fifteen or twenty items were auctioned off, from BDSM sculptures and toys to bondage furniture. I got a couple of bids in by raising my hand, just to experience it, but ultimately came away with nothing.
I was elated to see how generous the 200 or so attendees were in their bids. One thing I can definitively say about the kink community, at least in Columbus, is that it seems to draw interesting and compassionate people. We love kink. We love sex. We love healthy nuanced relationships and fetishes. It was a bit of a life-changing moment, actually.
Another first for me came when I stood up in the aisle and jumped to catch one of the free t-shirts tossed into the crowd. Instead of getting free merch, my boob popped right out of my rainbow lingerie.
I should have known better than to try jumping in that outfit.
Standing in the aisle in front of a large seated crowd and nearly knocking myself in the face with a rogue boob seems like it might be embarrassing. Not so in kink world. Even during a well lit auction that was more about raising community funds than about getting naked and naughty, no one seemed to mind.
I laughed while I put my boob back and sat down next to Blue. When closing ceremonies were over, I passed by a woman who had caught one of the shirts. She stopped me and said, “I had fun catching this but I don’t actually need it. Here.” She was giving it to me! I suppose she appreciated how hard I worked for it. I beamed at her and thanked her profusely.
That connection, that kindness and empathetic attitude this kind stranger displayed — it does something to a demisexual gal like me. I was more than ready to have a big kinky sex party with these people.
The energy of the main dungeon space popped and crackled that night. There were more people than the previous night, more activities taking place, and just a more intense vibe overall.
For example, the moment Blue and I walked in the door, we spotted two lesbians fucking on a blanket. It was like a freaky kinky picnic for just the two of them to attend, but for anyone to watch. One woman was wearing a strap-on and wrestling playfully with the other. They seemed to be having a lovely time as people enjoyed getting spanked and flogged around them.
My eyes roamed to some of the impact play scenes taking place, and I gasped at the sight of a woman bent over a flogging bench. My poker face had not improved from the previous night. She wore a beautiful black corset, a very short black ruffled skirt, and fishnet thigh-highs. Her body was flawless, and her bare ass was on display as a man flogged her, hard and repeatedly, at a steady rhythm.
My shock wasn’t at what was happening during the scene itself, but at the state of bruising on her bottom. Shades of dark blue, purple, yellow and red blossomed like flowers over her porcelain white skin.
I had never seen such intense impact play up close aside from maybe on a documentary or online. Hell, I hadn’t seen any impact play live and in person until the night before.
I walked with my partner to the other side of the bench and caught the woman’s expression. Her face was pressed against the leather of the bench, her eyes closed, not even flinching when the flogger came down for another hit. Her face was completely relaxed, and not a muscle on her moved. She appeared to be deep in sub space, totally blissed out.
I don’t get off on super intense pain. I do get a rush when Blue uses a flogger on me or spanks me. I like the feel of handcuffs biting into my wrists when he’s fucking me hard. I even like a little slap in the face when he’s domming me. A bit of pain can excite me when I’m in the mood for it. It can light me up like a firecracker and make me feel alive. But I’m pretty sure I’m not wired for the extreme level of pain/pleasure the woman was experiencing. I was in awe watching her.
Blue and I walked around a bit more. As I mentioned in Night One, the main play space was the size of a hockey rink, and it was crowded. There was plenty for voyeurs like us to take in. We watched some of the rope bunnies being tied up in intricate knots, suspended from sturdy wooden frames. We glimpsed other impact scenes and eventually joined a crowd that had gathered to watch our instructors from that day’s ES&M class — Jason and Red.
They were on the carpeted floor, a large plastic tarp laid out beneath them, engaging in an insanely intense scene with the same play partner from their demonstration.
It was a shock seeing these two shift from professional instructors in a conference room to going full out on this young woman in a dungeon. The classroom is one thing. Putting it into practice is a whole other level.
“Oh shit.” It came out a whisper as I witnessed Jason wrap a sheer plastic bag around the young woman’s head. You could see her face clearly through the plastic, her mouth open wide as she fought for air and fogged up the bag. After what felt like way too long, he removed the plastic and let her breathe. He then held her wrists down as Red straddled her, facing the woman’s feet, and forced a vibrator roughly against her clit. The woman squirmed and screamed and seemed to be having a hell of time. This was obviously some advanced shit.
Seeing breath play like that is more horror movie than arousing for me. But the forced orgasm thing…that I could get on board with. Seeing a woman consensually held down by her partners and wriggling as a vibrator is grinding against her clit does things to me. Mostly because I want to be the one in that position.
I turned to Blue and pointed out the fun little bondage bench behind us.
“I’d like to try that out,” I said, leaning close to his ear so he could hear me above the woman’s screams of pleasure and the pulsing music.
The bench I pointed out was just a few feet away from Red and Jason’s rough and relentless scene. It was made with dark wood and thick black padding.
Climbing on was instinctive. I was quite comfortable straddling the tall bench and resting my knees on the two lower ones. Blue bound my wrists together with our silky wrist tie. That way, I was able to enjoy some restriction, but also place my hands in front of me to lift my body up and arch my back.
He started with the flogger. It felt more pleasurable than painful on the backs of my thighs and ass. It’s tails are wide and made with buttery soft suede, so he can put a lot of power into his strikes before it starts to really sting. I wore nothing but beige fishnets and a purple thong beneath my lingerie, so there was plenty of skin to get to.
Our bench was on the outer edges of the large space, so my view was all wall as I lay bent, my ass exposed to the entire room.
After getting me nice and warmed up, Blue brought out a more impactful implement — a small leather paddle threaded with pink ribbon. I took as much of that as I could, enjoying the thrill of my partner pushing me to the edge. I grasped the bench with my fingers, my knuckles turning white. I yelled as long and loud as I wanted to. Eventually, I let my safe word fly, repeating it over and over again. Blue stopped immediately, hugging me from behind and massaging my ass, his mouth kissing my neck.
Then, Blue proceeded to lube me up. It felt wonderful against my burning skin as his fingers massaged my bottom. Then, he pressed his fingers gently inside me, fucking me with them in that way he has. Blue knows every inch of me.
I pressed back against his hand, arching my hips and wanting more. It wasn’t long before he gave me more, and I was enjoying the full feeling of his cock sliding into me.
We hadn’t discussed specifically whether we would fuck in the big room, though we had communicated prior that neither of us were opposed to it in theory. This was a pleasant, naughty surprise. And I loved how we were getting lost in our own world in a room full of hundreds of people. I noticed some attendees staring in my periphery, but it didn’t take my focus away from Blue and our connection in that moment.
The bench had me at the perfect height for Blue. He switched between fucking me gently and pounding me mercilessly while pulling on my pigtails and forcing me to arch back toward him. He talked to me and whispered some very dirty things in my ear. The adrenaline rushed through my body as we embarked on this new and wild way to enjoy each other.
He suddenly climaxed, loud and long, and I felt that empowered feeling I always do after Blue pours himself into of me. I do that to him. Me. And I love that I can drive him to that level of intense pleasure. Blue gets the biggest high when I make him come. It’s the reason he fucks me as often as he does.
After helping me off the bench and using the provided materials to sanitize it, Blue guided me to the quieter, smaller room where we could relax and get a little more comfortable.
He kissed and massaged and loved on me on the same sex lounger we’d used the night before. He was determined to give me just as much pleasure as I had given him, pumping several fingers inside of me with one hand as he pressed our wand vibrator to my clit with the other.
I noticed a few people in the room watching. One man in a wheelchair sat and looked on through most of our scene. I felt much less awkward than the night before, and I came much harder, letting myself get as loud as I liked.
After Blue and I gathered our things and wiped down the mess I had made of the lounger, we sat on the chairs near the wall, laughing and talking. After a few minutes, the man in the wheelchair approached us. We enjoyed some small talk, and I found out he was one of the event organizers.
“I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you are,” he said to me. I felt my face go hot as I smiled like an idiot and thanked him. He turned to Blue and said, “Good job.” Then we talked a bit more and went our separate ways. It wasn’t unlike when people come up to me after a theater performance and congratulate me on a job well done.
It all felt very strange, but thrilling too. Seems my “sex stage fright” had mellowed considerably.
After playing, Blue and I relaxed in the hotel’s indoor pool and hot tub with some of the others from the convention. We met some really cool people whom we’d later connect with on Fetlife and hopefully keep in touch for future events.
One of the very best things about the hotel takeover was the No Phone Policy. No phones allowed out, even to text or take a call. No phones anywhere, at any time, to protect anonymity and prevent non-consensual photography. Phones were only allowed in vanilla spaces, like the lobby or in your own hotel room.
It was a different world having to chat, listen, and engage with people rather than playing around on your phone during any down time.
And it was a nice break. A way to disconnect from the screen and get lost in a wonderful escape from the state of the world today. There are no grotesque politics in the kink space. There is no shame or judgment for being gay, queer, trans, or whatever you are. You are free to be yourself without fear. Free to explore. Free to love and have all kinds of fun that others might deem strange.
For that reason alone I would definitely do it again. Plus because I’m kinky as hell and so is Blue. I’m fortunate to have found someone like-minded who is so compatible with me.
And I can’t wait until our next kinky adventure.
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