Warning: This is insanely long.
"Play Hard or Go Home" was my fusion motto. No offense to those who don't want to play hard or who did go home, this was just my personal thing. I wanted to push myself to my limit, and basically got there.
I stole this layout from @Harley_Quinzel. I loved the idea and it really helped me organize my thoughts into something coherent.
Wow. Fusion. This is the most fun i've ever had at an event, hands down. The only thing i REALLY wanted to do that i didn't get to do was go swimming. It was just too cool for me to get in the pool with all the cold showers. Seriously. So many cold showers. Sometimes i just want to get clean, yanno? Not go into shock. Fusion was the longest and hardest i've played yet. I did end up with a few minor injuries, but luckily they'll heal.
@Lynk's Sadistic Massage class, because i wanted to watch Daddy suffer. :) Daddy was the demo bottom. I learned lots about the kind of faces Daddy makes when he's not happy.
I was also the demo bottom for @Lynk's knife play class. I love knife play.
"Strip." I looked at him pitifully, and looked at the hole, at least there was plastic in it, i'd be warm. I slowly took my clothes off, stopping at my underwear.
"Get in the hole."
"No."
He pulled something out of his pocket and out of the bucket and suddenly there was fire. I tried to run, poorly, i didn't have any shoes on and was in dark unfamiliar ground. Another fire ball. I whimpered. He picked me up and put me in the hole. He started to tape up the plastic wrap around my body, but not before cuffing my wrists with zip strips. I hate zip strips.
I struggled as he started covering me from the feet up. I struggled more, but i couldn't go anywhere. He dumped dirt on me until i was covered up to my chest, and then he stopped. I glared at him. He knelt down on me in the hole.
"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. I can bury your face. Or, we can do something else."
I stayed silent. Covering my head was something we'd specifically put as a hard limit. It didn't matter what i said, so i said nothing. The other thing was what was coming, i just didn't know what the other thing was. He smiled and got out of the hole and went over to the bucket. I hate that bucket. He came back with a bottle and held it under my nose.
"What is this?"
I sniffed it. "Alcohol."
"That's right." Another grin.
He grabbed the plastic around my neck and began to dump the alcohol in. I immediately started to struggle and cry. I might have been crying before this, i can't remember. He pulled the lighter back out and set off one fireball. I shrieked. I struggled. As the alcohol evaporated in the plastic if formed clouds of alcohol vapor that got in my eyes and nose and lungs. It was hard to breathe. I was crying and hyperventilating. Daddy and Lynk thought this was a good time to end the scene. They doused me in water to get the rest of the alcohol off and pulled me up by the chest to get me out of the hole. I sat on the edge, cold and wet and shaking.
Aftercare was a shower, to get us both clean, and cuddling. I was sort of conflicted. Waiting for something to hit me that actually never came. Some kind of emotional wave, or similar. To cry, or feel abused, or used... Or something. We talked about the scene. What i liked, what i didn't. What he liked, what he would have changed.
He told me he wouldn't hurt me again until after breakfast the next morning. So much time not having to be prepared. I relished in this thought. "What if i hurt you?" I asked, not too confidently. "I'll dish out what you give." ...Challenge accepted. ;) I was chewing on him, but not too hard. I didn't know what i could handle back. Slowly i escalated (his favorite game) and i still wasn't getting the return i wanted. I stopped what i was doing and looked up.
"I want you to hurt me..." I trailed off.
tl;dr hot as fuck rapey sex ensued.
He had me lick his palm. "Lick it like you mean it." "...More." I obviously didn't understand the amount of saliva necessary for this. He rolled the ash off into his hand and told me to eat it. It was such a big piece. "All of it, Daddy?" "Yes, all of it." I stared at this ash for a moment and then stuck out my tongue and touched it. The ash crumbled. I was immediately less intent on doing this. "Can i spit it out of i don't like it?" "No, you're going to take the whole thing and keep it down."
I think it took me a whole five minutes to get it in my mouth and keep it down. BUT. I did it. It took a whole bottle of water, but i did it. I felt like my mouth went on a four month trip to the Sahara and forgot to bring along liquid of any kind. BUT, i did it. I did it for Daddy because i love him.
Daddy was nervous for his needle zipper scene with Lynk. I was
getting impatient because Daddy had run off to get dinner and was
dangerously close to making me have to reschedule my plans. I knew i had
to do this before he did this scene. We'd both be covered in blood
afterwards and he'd be in no shape to pay attention to anything. FINALLY
Daddy arrived with food in tow. He was pacing. "Daddy..." i said. "Why
don't you sit down, right here." I gave him a water bottle. His look
said enough, he didn't want to sit. "Daddy, please, for me? Please sit
down." That was enough. He got in the chair. Fuckin finally. "Daddy,
close your eyes and wait here for me." He had no idea what was going on.
I'd already made the social "welcome" announcement and everyone was
enjoying the service provided by the wonderful set of people who
volunteered. Enjoying friends and family and making new members of both.
I went into a cabin and pulled out a big red box and a black gift bag. I knelt down in front of Daddy. "Open your eyes." He did and stared at me, slightly confused. "This is that thing you weren't aloud to ask questions about." I handed him the box. "Open this first, there is a note. Read that first." He opened the box and then the note. I'd written the note a few days ago. It detailed what was in the box, who had helped with the gift, what it was for and what i hoped he would do with it. I'm not going to retype it here, as it was pretty personal, but he started tearing up. Members of our chosen family who had helped me with the gift gathered around us and got choked up as well. Even our most hardened sadists were getting a little misty eyed. I loved it. He took everything out of the box and the bag and looked it over. I was so happy. He gave me a hug and i told him i loved him.
Once all the needles were out, i ran over and hugged Daddy a lot and let him smear blood all over me. It was fucking awesome.
Aftercare was another shower and more close contact.
It started with a sudden hit to the chest. I was caught pretty unawares, mid-word, by a flying fist that was attached to Lynk. I crumpled onto the ground in front of Daddy and @Slutty_boh. Daddy freaked out "Baby girl! Talk to me!" It was really hard to talk. I wheezed out that i was alright and to just leave me be.
That was the start. Over the weekend there was a lot more punching. Lots of the thighs, which was horrible but wonderful at the same time.
We found a stand up pole thing, it was wide and a little wobbly. When i stand and play i hit subspace in less than half the time it takes me when laying down to play. Fox knows this well and likes to take advantage of it. We started with a little knife play and some skin grabbing. We progressed eventually to biting and rough body play. We had been careful around my chest where Lynk had struck me before, but you know what happens when you get caught up in hot amazing play... Fox stuck me in the exact same spot Lynk had the day before. I crumpled again and blurted out "Yellow" in a small voice. He paused and looked at me and i repeated myself. He worked me though the hyperventilation and we continued for a little more. I was feeling so, very floaty.
The dungeon must have been at least 80 degrees, we were both dripping with sweat. We went back to the cabins to grab a shower before heading off to Cigars Boots and Chocolate.
While in the shower i found myself in more discomfort than i would have liked to be in. Washing myself was a struggle. My chest hurt, a lot. I called a friend who was also a medic at Fox's recommendation to check out my chest and see if i needed actual medical attention. JediMindTricks is my favorite medic. He concluded there was no broken bones, but i should probably get an icepack to keep any swelling down. We figured out later that i did actually sprain a rib. Good times ;)
Some pictures of my marks:
There are other things i may add later.. Screaming orgasms, sudden bites, etc. Meeting some new people. But that might just stay in my head.
For those of you in and around Krakens Lair, i hope you enjoyed my sounds, or if you didn't enjoy them, then i hope they weren't too intrusive. We do try to play just during "business" hours to keep the feelings of others in mind.
If you made it all the way through this, then fucking kudos to you, because Jesus i just prattle on and on sometimes.
If we had an experience and it wasn't mentioned here that isn't purposeful. Please PM me and i can add additional stuff here.
"Play Hard or Go Home" was my fusion motto. No offense to those who don't want to play hard or who did go home, this was just my personal thing. I wanted to push myself to my limit, and basically got there.
Summing up DOFusion13 in numbers;
1 hole. 1 shovel. 1 bucket. 1 sprained rib. 1 bottle of alcohol. 1 box. 1 gift. 1 hit to the face. 2 punches to the chest. 2 cigar socials. 3 fireballs. 4 partners. 6 great meals with friends. 14 strips of bacon. 43 bruises. Countless bites. Countless screams. Countless orgasms. Countless tears. Countless friends.I stole this layout from @Harley_Quinzel. I loved the idea and it really helped me organize my thoughts into something coherent.
Overview:
DOFusion13 was amazing. I was surrounded, every moment by people who love me and care about me. I got to spend more time with my sadist than ever before. I got to present Daddy with the gift i've been planning for months (with the help of ALL of our Danger Zone family and a few others not in the DZ but in no way less important). I tried new things, made new friends and in all had an amazing experience.Wow. Fusion. This is the most fun i've ever had at an event, hands down. The only thing i REALLY wanted to do that i didn't get to do was go swimming. It was just too cool for me to get in the pool with all the cold showers. Seriously. So many cold showers. Sometimes i just want to get clean, yanno? Not go into shock. Fusion was the longest and hardest i've played yet. I did end up with a few minor injuries, but luckily they'll heal.
Minor PSA:
If you're tenting, please put your rain fly tent stakes in places people aren't going to trip over them. Shorten your cords and keep them compact, or mark them. I know of at least three people who tripped over one persons tent because it wasn't staked or marked properly.Chores:
I was part of the Pamporium set-up and tare down crew. I helped @Amethyst_Wonder turn the Pamporium into the place to be, and then back into Sex-O-Rama at night on Saturday and Sunday. I helped @Slutty_Boh do inventory and hung out as the space babysitter on Saturday (12-2) to make sure everyone was out by the time Pamporium reopened at 2.Classes:
I attended three classes; @Mistress_Simone's Pet and Puppy Training class. I had a great time at the class and learned a lot about puppy play.@Lynk's Sadistic Massage class, because i wanted to watch Daddy suffer. :) Daddy was the demo bottom. I learned lots about the kind of faces Daddy makes when he's not happy.
I was also the demo bottom for @Lynk's knife play class. I love knife play.
Scenes and other important happenings: (Not necessarily in order of occurrence).
Live Burial:
It was scheduled for Saturday. Lynk has been getting in my head and weaseling around for a year about this particular scene. We'd negotiated, considered, added hard limits, modified others, gone over preferences, safety protocol and more. I was really scared of getting in the hole. Having major anxiety issues before the scene. I asked Lynk for some pre-care. Eventually i had to pee, and when i got out of the bathroom there was a bucket sitting in the doorway to the cabin. "Do you want to carry it?" A question? I was caught unawares. "No." If he wanted me to have it, he could carry it himself. He'd already dug the hole himself. We walked out without a flashlight to the burial site. Daddy was there. "Daddy isn't supposed to be here" i squeaked. "What?" "Daddy isn't supposed to be here!" Well, Daddy was there, and now i had to deal with it."Strip." I looked at him pitifully, and looked at the hole, at least there was plastic in it, i'd be warm. I slowly took my clothes off, stopping at my underwear.
"Get in the hole."
"No."
He pulled something out of his pocket and out of the bucket and suddenly there was fire. I tried to run, poorly, i didn't have any shoes on and was in dark unfamiliar ground. Another fire ball. I whimpered. He picked me up and put me in the hole. He started to tape up the plastic wrap around my body, but not before cuffing my wrists with zip strips. I hate zip strips.
I struggled as he started covering me from the feet up. I struggled more, but i couldn't go anywhere. He dumped dirt on me until i was covered up to my chest, and then he stopped. I glared at him. He knelt down on me in the hole.
"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. I can bury your face. Or, we can do something else."
I stayed silent. Covering my head was something we'd specifically put as a hard limit. It didn't matter what i said, so i said nothing. The other thing was what was coming, i just didn't know what the other thing was. He smiled and got out of the hole and went over to the bucket. I hate that bucket. He came back with a bottle and held it under my nose.
"What is this?"
I sniffed it. "Alcohol."
"That's right." Another grin.
He grabbed the plastic around my neck and began to dump the alcohol in. I immediately started to struggle and cry. I might have been crying before this, i can't remember. He pulled the lighter back out and set off one fireball. I shrieked. I struggled. As the alcohol evaporated in the plastic if formed clouds of alcohol vapor that got in my eyes and nose and lungs. It was hard to breathe. I was crying and hyperventilating. Daddy and Lynk thought this was a good time to end the scene. They doused me in water to get the rest of the alcohol off and pulled me up by the chest to get me out of the hole. I sat on the edge, cold and wet and shaking.
Aftercare was a shower, to get us both clean, and cuddling. I was sort of conflicted. Waiting for something to hit me that actually never came. Some kind of emotional wave, or similar. To cry, or feel abused, or used... Or something. We talked about the scene. What i liked, what i didn't. What he liked, what he would have changed.
He told me he wouldn't hurt me again until after breakfast the next morning. So much time not having to be prepared. I relished in this thought. "What if i hurt you?" I asked, not too confidently. "I'll dish out what you give." ...Challenge accepted. ;) I was chewing on him, but not too hard. I didn't know what i could handle back. Slowly i escalated (his favorite game) and i still wasn't getting the return i wanted. I stopped what i was doing and looked up.
"I want you to hurt me..." I trailed off.
tl;dr hot as fuck rapey sex ensued.
Cigar Service for Daddy
I've never done cigar service before, but i've always liked watching others do it. I love the objectification and dehumanization (or at least the idea of it) of being an ashtray and service provider for someone else. Daddy instructed me on how he likes his cigars. I know he prefers a punch for the size cigar he had so that is what i used. I wet the end with my mouth and punched it. I lit it, almost evenly. His lighter got really hot really fast.He had me lick his palm. "Lick it like you mean it." "...More." I obviously didn't understand the amount of saliva necessary for this. He rolled the ash off into his hand and told me to eat it. It was such a big piece. "All of it, Daddy?" "Yes, all of it." I stared at this ash for a moment and then stuck out my tongue and touched it. The ash crumbled. I was immediately less intent on doing this. "Can i spit it out of i don't like it?" "No, you're going to take the whole thing and keep it down."
I think it took me a whole five minutes to get it in my mouth and keep it down. BUT. I did it. It took a whole bottle of water, but i did it. I felt like my mouth went on a four month trip to the Sahara and forgot to bring along liquid of any kind. BUT, i did it. I did it for Daddy because i love him.
Danger Zone Cigar Social:
This was sham. I mean, not really. Mr_Fox and i really did organize a cigar social, and there were people there and cigars and scotch and chocolate. But the whole social was origanized so i could present Daddy with his (belated) birthday gift.
I went into a cabin and pulled out a big red box and a black gift bag. I knelt down in front of Daddy. "Open your eyes." He did and stared at me, slightly confused. "This is that thing you weren't aloud to ask questions about." I handed him the box. "Open this first, there is a note. Read that first." He opened the box and then the note. I'd written the note a few days ago. It detailed what was in the box, who had helped with the gift, what it was for and what i hoped he would do with it. I'm not going to retype it here, as it was pretty personal, but he started tearing up. Members of our chosen family who had helped me with the gift gathered around us and got choked up as well. Even our most hardened sadists were getting a little misty eyed. I loved it. He took everything out of the box and the bag and looked it over. I was so happy. He gave me a hug and i told him i loved him.
Needle Zipper:
This wasn't actually my scene, it was Daddys scene with Lynk. Lynk stuck a hundred needles in him. 50 in his front and 50 in his back and had them all tied off to some fishing line. He and Mr_Fox were going to stand on either side of him (far back) and yank all the needles out at once. We had a little kiddie pool under him to catch all the blood. Daddy bleeds a lot, even on a good day.Once all the needles were out, i ran over and hugged Daddy a lot and let him smear blood all over me. It was fucking awesome.
Knife Play:
I bottomed for Lynks knife play class. He'd asked me to, and i was all too happy to oblige. I like playing in front of others and looooove knife play. I told him i was fully comfortable with being pushed hard enough to need aftercare from the class demo. It was amazing. The clothing i wore was all "trash" clothes, stuff he could cut off me, an after his intro that was how he started the class. There were knives in my mouth and near my eyes and in my pussy. There was knife slapping and a machete.. And a tomahawk. There was also a tic-tac-toe game he played with someone who was in the class. I was the board. They were x's, he was bites. It was terrible. There was a lot of knife slapping. That is also terrible. Why is that even a thing? Fuck that thing.Aftercare was another shower and more close contact.
Rough body play:
So i've been learning that rough body play is something i love more and more. It's really rough, and visceral, and keeps me really close to the person i'm playing with which is a huge thing for me.It started with a sudden hit to the chest. I was caught pretty unawares, mid-word, by a flying fist that was attached to Lynk. I crumpled onto the ground in front of Daddy and @Slutty_boh. Daddy freaked out "Baby girl! Talk to me!" It was really hard to talk. I wheezed out that i was alright and to just leave me be.
That was the start. Over the weekend there was a lot more punching. Lots of the thighs, which was horrible but wonderful at the same time.
In the dungeon:
Over the weekend i did one scene that wasn't with Lynk. Mr_Fox is someone who i greatly enjoy playing with. We've only been playing routinely for several months but we've been friends for much longer. Lynk had gone home (it was Sunday evening) and i was still lusting for rough play. Fox and i wandered over to the dungeon "I haven't been there at all this Fusion!" i said. Which was unusual, last Fusion i was there quite a bit even if i wasn't playing (ps; cabin bed=best decision ever). I hadn't had a need to go down there because my playspace was in the cabin.We found a stand up pole thing, it was wide and a little wobbly. When i stand and play i hit subspace in less than half the time it takes me when laying down to play. Fox knows this well and likes to take advantage of it. We started with a little knife play and some skin grabbing. We progressed eventually to biting and rough body play. We had been careful around my chest where Lynk had struck me before, but you know what happens when you get caught up in hot amazing play... Fox stuck me in the exact same spot Lynk had the day before. I crumpled again and blurted out "Yellow" in a small voice. He paused and looked at me and i repeated myself. He worked me though the hyperventilation and we continued for a little more. I was feeling so, very floaty.
The dungeon must have been at least 80 degrees, we were both dripping with sweat. We went back to the cabins to grab a shower before heading off to Cigars Boots and Chocolate.
While in the shower i found myself in more discomfort than i would have liked to be in. Washing myself was a struggle. My chest hurt, a lot. I called a friend who was also a medic at Fox's recommendation to check out my chest and see if i needed actual medical attention. JediMindTricks is my favorite medic. He concluded there was no broken bones, but i should probably get an icepack to keep any swelling down. We figured out later that i did actually sprain a rib. Good times ;)
Some pictures of my marks:
There are other things i may add later.. Screaming orgasms, sudden bites, etc. Meeting some new people. But that might just stay in my head.
For those of you in and around Krakens Lair, i hope you enjoyed my sounds, or if you didn't enjoy them, then i hope they weren't too intrusive. We do try to play just during "business" hours to keep the feelings of others in mind.
If you made it all the way through this, then fucking kudos to you, because Jesus i just prattle on and on sometimes.
If we had an experience and it wasn't mentioned here that isn't purposeful. Please PM me and i can add additional stuff here.
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