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Friday we got everything squared away. Checked in, chose beds, threw clothes around, and wedged me into registration. Got my neat little pin and a packet full o' stuff. I think that evening was Play Party Goodness, wherein I got to know a bunch of people who continue to remember my face, if not my name. All very good. Afterwards, a bit of sex. The boots were involved, of course.

Saturday, we awoke bright and early to get ready for the day. I was in need of a cereal fix, so I went upstairs to Hospitality for Lucky Charms, Cornpops and Schoolhouse Rock with the ageplay crowd. I think some of them noticed me singing along with multiplication rock...

Anyway, back downstairs and across the way to the convention center to the first class, which I was one of the demo bottoms for: Tickle Torture & Sensual Tickling.

I'd forgotten how much fun it was to get attention on stage (not like karaoke, where I want approval).

So...I'll say this about it.

1) A lot of people recognized me for the rest of the weekend due to that class and paid me compliments. That always feels good.

2) The scratches are mostly healed, now.

(Additionally, I've decided that it's not that I have a particularly expressive face, I simply make use of expressions. Perhaps more than many, I don't know.)

Afterwards, it was time for Bondage 201. I'm really more of a 101 kinda guy, but it was all very useful because I know a little bit more about knots than I did before. Of course, I suppose one doesn't need to know quite as much if you're goin' Japanese, but whatever. It can't hurt to absorb the info, right?

Unfortunately, I felt myself wanting to nod off near the very end, so I decided to head up to the room afterwards and try to nap. The last choice of workshops for the day was "SM Arts and Crafts: Suturing and Stapling," which folks said was fascinating, but didn't really interest me. Nor was I particularly interested in Female Genitorture and the panel on Bottoms ("What do they do? Why do they do it?"), wasn't compelling enough to win over my need for rest. 'Bout 4ish, I got up and got ready for The Leather Family Dinner.

Dinner was really good. Got to chat with folks I'd met from my last visit up this way as well as a few new folks. Food was damn tasty.

That night was more Play Party Goodness. Got the crap beat of me, which was enlightening. Not particularly sexually exciting, but it had its moments. Apparently, what I felt was about ten minutes was closer to thirty or so. Interesting. In the future, I'll just lay off the hard stuff. I'm just not Tough Enough when it comes to that sort of thing. *shrug* Also, I clearly have way too much to learn b'fore engaging in that sort of thing in such a public setting. (Who, me? Green? Why, yes...like you wouldn't friggin' believe...)

Sunday, I again awoke craving cereal and Schoolhouse Rock. I also fended off attacks from my co-demo bottom from the TT workshop. If she's not careful, we will find out if it really is hotter if the girl cries when you fuck her... ;)

So we started the day with Boymeat's Foot Fetishism workshop ("It Ain't Just for Botoms Anymore")...

More later...got stuff to do

(continued in part 2)