Folsom Street Fair 2009

One event that I attend every year is Folsom Street Fair. It is normally the last Sunday in September. I started attending in 2001. A couple of friends from Camp Red Tails invited me up for the Fair. Being a country boy from the hills of East Texas, I was not ready for what I saw. Men and women in all stages of undress doing serious and not so serious BDSM activities right there in the street in front of everybody. I was hooked.

After this year’s camp, I offered my extra bed in my hotel room to Master David and Pup Dave. I had met Pup Dave at camp and our personalities had just clicked. As the weekend got closer, I was able to convince Master and Boy Jake to join us.

The fair is only on that Sunday, but events are ongoing all weekend. Master and I drove to San Francisco from Palm Springs. We arrived just in time to meet Master David and Pup Dave at the airport. It was good to see Pup Dave and interesting to meet Master David. I was apprehensive about meeting Master David. I had “checked him out” through friends and they had nothing bad to say about him (very rare indeed). I introduced the two dominants and let things go where they would go. Two issues made me nervous about that weekend. Would the two Masters (Master Wil and Master David) get along and not try to become the Alpha Dom in the room? Would Master David be able to accept me as a collard boy who owned a boy?

After picking up Boy Jake we all headed to the Hotel and got checked in. We (read Master Wil and Master David) planned out the weekend. Everyone seemed to have a great time. Boy Jake was in shock at the entire situation. He later told me that the four of us were the first men that he had ever “spent the night” with.

My day started early on Sunday. We began with a quick breakfast and onto the fairgrounds before 0800 to begin the setup of the Mans Hand Films Spank Booth. Master David and Pup Dave came along to help. The Mans Hand Films Spank Booth has been in existence for 15 years and has raise in excess of $50,000 for the Aids Emergency Fund and the Breast Cancer Awareness fund. The donation is $1 a lick and $5 a spanking. Most donators drop a $20 in the jar. It is for a good cause and gives you that unique Folsom travel gift; a sore red butt.

Everyone worked really hard and gave everything for the booth. Another Folsom was over and there were 364 day left until we did it again. The room at Folsom worked so well, I hope we do it again. My two worries were baseless. It was great to make new friends and celebrate old ones. If you ever find yourself at the fair, stop by the booth and say hi. You can even drop a donation and bend over.

Pain

Today’s blog started as a conversation between a friend of mine and me. We both discovered that what gets us off in any scene is the submission, not the pain. I will even go so far as to say that I do not like pain. Many people find this odd considering what I do most of the day, every day. A session with Master, or with another Dominant has nothing to do with the amount of pain given by the Master or Dominant. It is the gift of submission that I give to the Dominant that is important to me. Honestly, I can be in my most submissive state from an over the knee hand spanking as I can from a six hour pain fest.
Pup Dave and I have a similar problem. Because of some of our play, we have been termed, by some, as pain pigs. That offends pup and me because it is not what we are and not our submissive realities. Master obviously pushes all the right buttons for me. Because He desired to put a collar around my neck, I am His slave boy. Master’s play runs the spectrum. When He does anything with me, my gift of submission is that I will take whatever He gives. If He desires me over His knee while he gently slaps my ass, He will get me over His knee while He gently slaps my ass. If He wants me chained down to a spanking bench while He canes and beats my ass a thousand different shades of black and blue, that is what He will get. This is the submission that I freely give to Him. I am immensely lucky that He placed His collar around my neck. I do not like pain and do not like being in pain but sometimes I need it bad. The most definite reason I take what He gives is because He desires it and it makes His cock hard. Those are my goals.
Pup gave a great insight about the whole issue: “In fact, if someone thinks I enjoy the pain, it makes the act of submission worthless because that would mean the whole thing is just a selfish act.” I could not agree more.
Pain is a means to an end. It flavors the play but is not the goal.

Master

In order for everyone to understand fully what I and others are talking about, I have decided to define some terms that might be misunderstood. These definitions are the way that I use these words. I am only an expert in my own relationship. I do not pretend to be an authority on this or any other subject. Many people in the community will disagree with my use of these words but I have come to this understanding of the words by personal experience.

The dominant person in my relationship is Master. How do I define the word M/master? In my relationship, He is in possession of my mind, body, and soul. He determines where I go, what I eat, and what I do. For someone that is not aware of this subculture of the community, this can sound oppressive. As a slave boy, it just is. I think one of the most meaningful and profound statement that ever comes out of a slave boy's mouth is “Sir, as you desire sir.” For me that says it all. I am not first but second. Not my will but His. It also lays a great responsibility on the Master. The Master has to take care of the property that He has been intrusted with. The slave boy will do anything that the Master asks whenever the Master asks. If the Master asks something of the slave boy that will get him arrested or damage the slave boy, then the Master has failed the slave boy, the community, and himself. As long as that bond is not broken, the relationship will survive. For this slave boy, there are two outward signs of the Master's ownership; the collar of probation around the slave boy's neck and the chastity device around the junk of the boy. Master's collar is a chain of one inch links locked by a 2” by 2” lock. The chastity device is a CB-6000. I find the device makes me always aware of the Master. My longest time without release is 18 days. He is in complete control.