I must confess that yesterday was a particularly productive and enjoyable occasion in the world of Mr Slayer. After months of planning, weeks of marketing and a couple of days doubting whether this was even viable, the inaugural Slayers FemDomme CP Event was run in Central London.
The venue, as ever, was excellent. Clean and spacious, with excellent service and attention from the staff with whom, through Bottoms Up , we have become very friendly. Not only did everyone on the guest list attend, they were all punctual. Although given the Slayers who were present, it may have been indvisable to be late!
It quickly became apparent that guests were at ease, and the opportunity to mingle with the Slayers before the event commenced was clearly welcome with laughter filling the room.
Each guest in turn had the opportunity to enjoy 15 minute 1-2-1 sessions with each Slayer. The range of roles and implements used, and the pitch and volume of the unmistakable impact and reaction sounds, was truly diverse. One outstanding moment was Miss Hunter's onslaught with a huge bathbrush and I, of course, was delighted that my own large wooden paddle from Vegas was gamely endured by one or two brave ( or demented ) souls.
Our finale featured Ms McLean and Miss Hunter publicly caning and tawsing each guest, one lady one each side. Our 1950's stlyed Ms McLean and 1960's styled Miss Hunter throughouly thrashed each gent present. As if they had not endured enough, each guest was subsequently called to heel for the same treatment by the sinsiter Dr Woods and our resident judicial officer Miss Reece, again one lady on each side.
So, many slain guests, many broken implements, many laughs, yells, yelps and moments that hopefully for everyone will be as valued and enduring as my own.
Thank you massively to our hosts, our guests and to the stars of the show; my Slayers!
Ms McLean our 1950s Mom
Miss Hunter our 1960s School Mistress
Dr Woods our Sadistic Doctor
Miss Reece our Judicial Punishment Officer
Love you all
Slayer
PS And yes, events ( or more accurately the Slayers ) conspired such that I too found myself on the recieving end. Having not been touched all day, I was ordered over the stool for 24 strokes of the cane from Dr Woods and Miss Reece.
Moreover, I was order to face Dr Woods whilst holding out each hand for a simultaneous Hand Tawsing from Ms McLean and Miss Hunter. Of course, I could not show any reaction to Mrs Slayer as the leather landed on my upturned palms. That just would not be the Slayer way!
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Saturday, 11 February 2012
Thursday, 2 February 2012
The Power of Intention
The title of this post is a soundbyte used so frequently in relation to positive thought and attracting to you that which you value. If you believe it and envisage it you will get it.
I have no faith, never have had, likely never will. Our presence in the universe? Chance. The fall of the cards! We might argue that we are a product of evolution, or a vehicle for genetic propagation or even guided by some universal constant. No theory can be proved or disproved beyond reasonable doubt, or even upon the balance of probabilities.
I decided some years ago, after having completed the degree and the masters and worked in a well paid job at a young age that I just couldn't see any point in it. Work hard for a salary, maybe a bonus, a pat on the back from the MD and a gold watch on retirement.
All throughout this time I imagined what it would be like to explore my kink, and even further to become part of a group involved in the same thing. I even dared to imagine how it would be, in my own internal narrative *to pull a domme*. How would it be to have some commercial venture in this field? All daydreams of a mind underused and in danger of becoming stagnant.
Two years ago it happened in a reasonably similar sequence of events. I still work hard, but for myself as a freelancer. I have been lucky enough to have gained a group of friends with many of the characteristics of those in my daydreams. That's a hell of a hand of cards to fall on the table.
Next Friday, I have the first Slayers FemDomme CP Event. My own scene commercial venture, with 4 dommes who are very dear to me. I don't know how it will pan out. Will the guests enjoy it? Will it be what they expected? Will anyone even show? Will the dommes have fun? Will I cover costs, or have to work it off as a bouncer for the venue for a few nights?
The universe doesn't owe me a damn thing, any more than I ask anything from it, but even for a cynic I can't help but think back to those daydreams of what I thought could never be.
So, if you read to this part of the post without getting bored and reverting to something infinitely more interesting, do one thing for me. On your darkest day, dare to believe. Sometimes, it is as much as any of us can do!
I have no faith, never have had, likely never will. Our presence in the universe? Chance. The fall of the cards! We might argue that we are a product of evolution, or a vehicle for genetic propagation or even guided by some universal constant. No theory can be proved or disproved beyond reasonable doubt, or even upon the balance of probabilities.
I decided some years ago, after having completed the degree and the masters and worked in a well paid job at a young age that I just couldn't see any point in it. Work hard for a salary, maybe a bonus, a pat on the back from the MD and a gold watch on retirement.
All throughout this time I imagined what it would be like to explore my kink, and even further to become part of a group involved in the same thing. I even dared to imagine how it would be, in my own internal narrative *to pull a domme*. How would it be to have some commercial venture in this field? All daydreams of a mind underused and in danger of becoming stagnant.
Two years ago it happened in a reasonably similar sequence of events. I still work hard, but for myself as a freelancer. I have been lucky enough to have gained a group of friends with many of the characteristics of those in my daydreams. That's a hell of a hand of cards to fall on the table.
Next Friday, I have the first Slayers FemDomme CP Event. My own scene commercial venture, with 4 dommes who are very dear to me. I don't know how it will pan out. Will the guests enjoy it? Will it be what they expected? Will anyone even show? Will the dommes have fun? Will I cover costs, or have to work it off as a bouncer for the venue for a few nights?
The universe doesn't owe me a damn thing, any more than I ask anything from it, but even for a cynic I can't help but think back to those daydreams of what I thought could never be.
So, if you read to this part of the post without getting bored and reverting to something infinitely more interesting, do one thing for me. On your darkest day, dare to believe. Sometimes, it is as much as any of us can do!
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