Petticoated Re-enactors

"Past times are pastimes"   Marshall McLuhan.

I participated in another tea party.  I think I have been involved in 5 so far this year, so in my social circles tea parties are fairly common.  My tea party took place at an event where there were other elaborate scenes including a pageant for little girls over the age of 21, and an equestrian event.
I have been thinking about such events as tea parties, which from one perspective are sorts of re-enactments of historical events.  I think they are not thought of that way, because most tea parties don't end in a pile of corpses, (unless you go to a Borgia tea party).  My first experience with this sort of role playing was when I attended The Sissy Maid Academy,  no longer in existence, which I described in this blog, two and a half years ago.    It was a transforming experience for me.  I learned about the possibilities of bringing some of these common tranny fantasies to life in a safe and insane environment.
So I have done a lot of them now, and while they are clearly for the serving staff, the realization of a sexual fantasy,   For the mostly  female guests, they are a form of re-enactment.  Some of the ladies wear period clothing, and the elegance, and formality of the proceedings hearken back to a time when there were Ladies and Maids, and good stuff like that.  And for this server at least, the excitement of the event is less sexual than it is good old fashion playing including princesses, and saucy maids.  They latter I guess being missing from most young girls dress up repertoire.   And if you look beyond the tea pots and tables into the larger event, there are lots and lots of adults playing dress-up  in leather and lace, and playing together.   The accepted term in fact for scenes between consenting adults at these event is "play".  And if you move beyond the parking lot of the event and peer into the community that surrounds it,  there are all sorts of people hunched over screens engaged in World of Warcraft, and Second Life, and a host of other adventures beyond my limited familiarity.   And of course in the closets of some number of my fellow fanatics,  the uniforms of old wars, and for a few Star Wars!...  Quite a bit of fantasy it seems to this observer in and out of the bedroom.
For me the tea party is a place where I may meet people who may be interested in pursuing more explicitly sexual  play, but at the party they really only want tea served by adorably dressed maids.   And in that time and place that is really all I want: to be adorably dressed and competent maid and to serve buckets of tea, and sweet and savoury delights.   An example;  just last night I was at a party, and began talking with a charming woman.   She remarked  "Didn't you serve at the tea party?"   referring to the event of the week before.   Small world! ( At least I live in a small world)   I was delighted to converse with her, and she took some interest in me.  (I mean what dominant lady in her right mind wouldn't having seen me walk the walk and talk the talk  ("Can I serve fill your cup Maam?")
And these are truly remarkable times we live in, where you can be a confederate captain, a cross dressed member of the red army,  a sissymaid, or a Wookie.
 If you don't believe me, look it up in the Wookiepedia.

Stimulus and Response

Oh it ain't no good unless it hurts just a bit
John Cougar Mellancamp


It wasn't so very long ago that I referred to the people in the BDSM world as as the leather people.  I understood them to be kin in the big kinky family, but I thought of myself as separate.  My interests were in role playing, dominance and submission certainly, but I had no particular interest in the dynamic of pain.  At an event I had heard someone say that play was synonymous with pain, and thought that odd.   That was a couple of years ago, and my own relationship with BDSM has evolved.  More particularly, i have played with others and found that there can be much sensuality in giving and receiving pain in an intimate setting.  A Mistress favored me recently with a play date, involving a cane, and well .. there is no way around it.. canes hurt.  But the sensual way that She caned me, the attention to my body, to my reactions.  Well it was very erotic.  When I remarked following the session that the cane was rather painful when delivered to the back of the legs, she remarked that the ritual we were engaged in was called S&M for a reason.  Well said,  Mistress.
These experiences of pleasure at the end of pain parallel my experiences with avoiding orgasm, or more specifically avoiding ejaculation.  I seldom masturbate to ejaculation, and when i do, it is generally because i let something go too far if you know what i mean.  So being unpartnered at the moment, it is actually quite some time since ...  I fairly frequently engage in activity with vibrators, and other feminine fun, but with discipline that does not end in messiness.   I connect that discipline the pain of denial increasingly with a general increase in my sexual awareness.  I feel more often like a girl sexually... even having girly orgiastic spasms on the beach, as I described in the last post.   I have been trying to eat right and exercise lately, using a device in the basement to sprint until I am exhausted, which is taking longer than the initial 35 seconds thankfully.  Of course running is painful... I deal with it best by attending to something else, but today i noticed that running ...well it just made me feel all sexy... sexed up...  aroused.  Oh my!  Is it the pain that is arousing?   Is it the general arousal associated with my chastity?    At any rate I no longer find myself apart among the leather people.  I am the leather people.
I am off to the ashram for religious renewal for a week or so.    I almost forgot to mention for the record, I went to the hair salon and had my hair bleached.  It took 3 hours!  talk about feeling girly!  I had so much foil in my hair that I was picking up signals from Rigel.  This was the final step in my plan for moderate feminzation.   But more on that upon my return.

Among the Leather People II

I spent a weekend among the leather people. It was in some ways amazing to go to a big event with my dominant lady friend, who helped me dress like a um mature gothic schoolgirl slut, and i the only tranny in sight. oh well. The leather people were as always friendly and polite. A learning experience for me, part of the exploratorium. Some of the things that went on...well ..honey i saw some crazy shit! I mean.. fire play.. what does one make of that? Well first you need the key as was explained to me at the event.. When we say play we mean pain. OH! Why didn't you say so? Fire pain.. well of course. moving hot fiery thing up and down some willing souls naked body. removes all the hair.. better than a bikini wax. Of course it does seem to turn you a little pink. No fire play for belinda dears and no needle play and i dont' anticipate any electro play..though I maybe could be convinced otherwise. Of course there was lots of lovely bondage and sensual spanking, and some sexy flogging, and some carnal caning. Now that I can understand! especially with your panties pulled down or right off, and in front of everyone! so many eager onlookers. I mean there has to be some consequence for misbehavior..or is that a cause for misbehavior?

Driving home at the end of the multiday event, i experienced opthalmic migraine. That is whirlygigs and zigglyzags in sight, and entopic.. (they move with your eye).. I thought perhaps some brain event on the horizon, and was glad that the shadow of mortality didn't cause me to panic. It ends one day, and we don't get to pick which, (unless we are very naughty). Same for everyone. My goal is to encounter that single day event with calm and acceptance. But anyway opthalmic migraine as the new crutch (see previous post) iphone informed me is common and benign in almost all cases,, and is particularly common among the feminine persuasion and linked to hormonal cycles.. (see previous post) Oh Joy! I must to bed, i have the vapors!

So there is still plenty of time to learn if not to grow.