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Review: The Decameron

October 26, 2015 By anniebear 1 Comment

Dexx and myself had the distinct pleasure of spending a lot of time at The Decameron a few weeks ago. Not only did we use the private dungeon space for a daytime photoshoot (stay tuned for the upcoming results) but we also had the distinct pleasure of attending their inaugural 1010 Party on, you guessed it, October 10th.

The Decameron itself is very cozy and boutique located in Los Angeles. I give an enormous amount of applause to Mistress Lucy and Mistress Iris for their impeccable taste. This is not your typical red and black, dark dungeon space. The area boasts a bright and beautiful color palette of gray, yellow, and blue tones. There was definitely plenty of inspiration for Dexx and I to pull from for our own playroom plans. The furniture, constructed by Downtown Willie is both elegant and serviceable including a convertible cage/padded bed and also a wall with hard points that is a secret murphy bed. The play space opens up onto a private outdoor deck including a four-post bed and bathtub. While I was not lucky enough to take a dip, I can only imagine the debauchery that one could embark upon!

Serving as a wonderful photshoot location, the space also doubles as a great party venue. That evening, Dexx and myself returned to The Decameron for the 1010 Party. I was quite nervous; somehow knowing this would be different from the familiar crowd at the local LA dungeons. The 1010 Party was advertised as a place for “a new kind of kinkster.” The crowd was to be personally invited and curated by the mistresses themselves. Upon arrival, we were not disappointed. Having been warmly greeted by Mistress Lucy, we were shown in to find that The Decameron had been opened up to include the entire spacious apartment for party-goers to roam and play. There was a gorgeous assortment of food and drink, being judiciously tended to by any number of male slaves.

Dexx, always encouraging me to meet new people, introduced us around to some new faces while greeting a handful of familiar friends. Mistress Lucy and Mistress Iris gave a wonderful champagne toast, describing the origin of the name The Decameron as well as some history. The Decameron comes from an eponymous Italian book by Giovanni Boccaccio about the tales and exploits of seven women and three men (equally ten) who sheltered outside of Florence to escape the black plague.

While the crowd was well balance, because of the regular play parties I usually attend, I had not had the pleasure of witnessing so many beautiful and talented FemDoms in one place! It was so much fun watching them interact with their slaves. The party attendees were all exceptionally friendly, having met all of the hostesses for the evening including a lively chat with Ms. Rebecca Knox and Ms. Grace Marie.

We were told that this would become a semi-regular event to occur every two months or so. We surely hope this will be the case!

For bookings and information visit their site here.

Erotica: Michelle

October 25, 2015 By Phi 1 Comment

She always sat in the back corner. Who knows what time she had to arrive each night to get that spot? It had the best vantage point of the room. There was no movement on the floor she couldn’t watch.

And she watched. Every night she watched.

He’d been watching her for weeks. They’d never made eye contact. Her eyes were always scanning the room, glossing over heads and faces and arms and asses and tits. She watched them all while he watched only her.

His fantasy began after the first night he spotted her. He gave her a name: Michelle. He gave her a background: intelligence officer with the CIA, assigned to monitor the club’s patrons for signs of some of the most notorious criminals. He imagined the types of situations she’d encountered and escaped from using her feminine wiles.

She only drank water. Glass after glass. The waitress didn’t even ask her anymore, just kept the glass filled the whole night. The only time Michelle ever moved was to go use the ladies room; but he imagined it was a cover for a drop with her handler. She had to drink the water so she could have adequate reason for visiting the ladies’ room so often to report on her targets’ nefarious activities.

He was a beer guy. His first night there, he drank two before he went home.

The next night he saw her again and stayed long enough to drink four.

After a few weeks, the waitress didn’t bother asking him for his order. He’d sit down and she’d drop a Stella on the table and wait for his card to open the tab without a word.

He watched as Michelle returned to her table from another drop with her handler. She was wearing a tight black miniskirt tonight. When she crossed and uncrossed her legs he could see the flash of red lace between them.
He stared at her tits as his eyes started losing focus and his mind wandered about what he might find under that splash of red lace…

She stood again. It was too soon for another drop. He sat up and looked in the direction of her gaze. A very tall, very attractive woman was walking toward Michelle’s table. She was wearing high heels and black leather pants, with her hair gathered in a high ponytail.

His mouth gaped open as he saw Michelle kneel before the woman. Right there on the floor in front of everyone! She knelt down and leaned over to kiss the woman’s shoes. The woman looked down on her and smiled. She crossed her arms over her chest and said something.

Michelle sat back up on her knees but stayed on the floor, eyes downcast.

What the the hell was going on?

He watched as the mystery woman spoke and Michelle nodded solemnly.

Suddenly, she raised her gaze and her arm and pointed….directly at him.

The woman turned her head to face him. She arched an eyebrow and looked back at Michelle. With another nod, Michelle dropped her arm and cast her eyes downward again.

He felt his heart racing. What the fuck was going on? Who was that woman? Why did Michelle point at him? What had he gotten himself wrapped up in?

The waitress came by. “Mistress will see you now.”

He did a double take and looked at the empty bottle of beer at his table. Had he been drugged? Was he dreaming?

“Pardon?”

“Go. Don’t anger her. It won’t go well for either of you.”

“Either of us?”

“Oh, you drunk fuck. Get your ass over there before she starts tapping her foot or by God you will regret it.”
He stood, bewildered, and made his way over to the back corner of the room.

“Y-you, uh….” He didn’t really know what to say. “I was told you wanted to see me?”

“Kneel.” Her voice was low, but feminine, and very confident.

“I think you have me mistake-….”

She interrupted him. “Kneel.”

Quietly, Michelle reached over and tugged at his pant leg and motioned for him to join her on the floor with an alarming look on her face.

He began to worry for her safety. He knelt.

He didn’t notice that the club had begun to clear. By the time he realized that the noise level had changed, there were about half the usual patrons still in the room. All of them wearing black. Most of them sitting at tables, watching.

“Do it.”

Michelle crawled forward and turned to face him. She placed her hand on his thighs, and then ran them up toward his waist. Her fingers fumbled with his belt.

When her small hand reached in to grip his cock, it was already hard despite his shock and confusion. By the time her tongue was circling his head, he was certain he was dreaming.

He’d been there a few hours, so the alcohol had taken hold. To her credit, she didn’t seem to tire from her task. When he finally felt the orgasm building, he looked up at the woman.

The corners of her dark red lips tilted upward slightly. “You may.”

What the fuck? The words tore into him and pushed him over the edge. With a grunt he came into poor, sweet Michelle’s throat. She stayed still for a moment while he considered whether or not he was going to faint.

“Your penance is complete,” said the woman. “You may go.” Michelle stood up and walked away.

The waitress arrived with a warm rag and his credit card bill. “Here you go. It’s on the house tonight.”

Still confused, he took the rag, cleaned himself up and refastened his pants and belt.

He looked to the woman, and she shook her head. “You may go.”

He came back to the club every day for months. He never saw Michelle, the woman, or the waitress again.

Phi is an erotic fiction writer. Phi (pronounced “fee”) came into kink at early age and renewed her connection with the lifestyle in 2014 after a decade-long hiatus. A somewhat popular and undeniably avid blogger on fetlife.com under the name phi-is-me, phi lives in the suburb of a suburb in southern California with two cats and six pillows.

What is a master?

October 5, 2015 By Baadmaster 11 Comments

What exactly is a Master? (Or Mistress.) I have been asked this question so many times (almost as many times as slave vs. submissive!) that it demands an answer.

Only in the world of BDSM-D/s is the title “Master” self-anointed. A Master Electrician is one who is certified by a mobster-controlled union. A Master Auto Mechanic is one who is accredited by the ASE. (I said a Master Auto Mechanic, not an honest one!) To become a Karate Master you must win a black belt from a reputable Dojo (karate school). Only in BDSM can someone simply go online and instantly proclaim him or herself a Master! Until Kink Weekly offers a course for “BDSM Master” certification, I can only offer some guidelines as to what I believe a Master is.

A “Master” is a skilled, experienced and knowledgeable Dominant with the capability to own, train and command a slave or submissive. Even if one is a natural Dominant both in abilities and temperament, being a Master requires more than just that. I believe there is a list of things that a Master must know before he can call himself – and be called by others in the lifestyle – a “Master.” I will try to codify them. Since many people meet online – I think giving some guidelines as to what a Master is would be helpful. . Both for those who aspires to be a Master and for the slave or submissive who is looking for a Master.

A Master must have certain personal traits. Honesty, strength of character, the ability to communicate, the ability to inspire trust and respect, good judgment, self-control, patience, self-confidence tempered by dash of humility and a sense of humor are essential elements for a Master to possess. No one person can possess all of these traits. But a Master should have most of them and strive to work on those areas where he/she might be deficient. To be able to own, possess and control another person will require more than just proclaiming “you are mine.” This can work in a one-night stand; it will not work in a Master/slave relationship. Without these character traits, all the technical BDSM skills in the world will not a Master make.

Before I get into specifics, I would like to address two character traits I believe are critical to becoming a Master. One is “sense of humor.” I know it is fashionable for Doms to put on their “Dom face” and look as tough as possible. Even I wear sunglasses at night. And though a Master should not be cracking jokes like Louis C.K. (“This Dom walks into a dungeon…”) while training, scening with or when punishing a slave, a Master should still make the overall Master/slave experience fun. If a Master treats this whole process like an extension of the Inquisition, I believe that he/her will not be able to keep a slave for very long. Nor have much fun attempting it.

The other trait is being able to admit you made a mistake. Many Doms seem to think they cannot make – much less admit – a mistake. Everyone makes them. Everyone. There is no Doctrine of Dominant Infallibility. The ability to admit error, gracefully and without making excuses, is critical to the development of a Dom into a Master. Take this to the bank.

Now onto the technical requirements I feel one would need to get my accreditation as a BDSM Master, if such an accreditation existed.

One must be knowledgeable in BDSM and D/s. If there were a written test, it goes without saying that a Master would know every term in “Where Do I Begin, Part 1.” A Master should have read a lot about BDSM. (Amazon.com – search “bondage books.) The more you read, the more you know. And reading is still the best way to understand the mental dynamics of the Master/slave relationship – which is what a Master must have an understanding of.

Realtime experience is crucial. Even if one knows everything bookwise, he/she is still not a Master. I would think that some years experience in the lifestyle would be necessary. It has been said that the best Dominants have had experience as a submissive. This is open to debate. But what is not open to debate is that realtime BDSM and D/s experience is essential. It is one thing to know things theoretically – let’s say by extensive reading, online chatting, etc. – but there is nothing like “hands on” experience. (And in BDSM, “hands on” can be a lot of fun!)

A Master should have mastered (there is that word again!) many essential real time BDSM skills. At the very least, a Master should know proper and safe flogging-caning-cropping-paddling-spanking techniques, and know how to use most BDSM equipment (like the Saint Andrews Cross) safely and skillfully. A Master should know how to put a submissive into subspace and provide the proper aftercare. Although some Masters eschew public play, a Master should have gone to a bunch of play parties to get a feel for what others in the lifestyle are up to. Observing others at play parties – and joining local BDSM groups in your city and meeting others in the lifestyle – is the best way to learn these techniques.

I think a Master should have at least one specialty that he is truly an expert in. It might be fire play, breast bondage, wax play, caning, wielding a single tail whip, rope bondage, mummification, cupping, electric play or any one of a myriad of BDSM skills. (We will cover the how-to’s of most of these skills in future issues of Kink Weekly.) In this way, the Master not only earns respect from his/her peers, but can also teach these skills to others on their road to becoming a Master. Obviously, no one can be an expert in all areas. But a Master should strive to keep learning.

Finally, a Master should always practice safe sex and safe play. Keep in mind that becoming a Master is not a destination but a step in the BDSM journey. A fun journey.

Since we just covered the essential qualities a Master or Mistress should have, our next article in Kink Weekly will be “Submissive vs. Slave.” Between these two articles, you will start to grasp exactly what Masters and slaves are – and are not.

Do you agree with my definition of what a master is? Does it fit with the people you’ve met who describe themselves as masters or mistresses? Let me know your thoughts in the comments below.

by BAADMASTER
After a ten year run as head writer for the legendary bondage.com, and an equally long run as the host of the hit internet show “Baadmaster’s Dungeon,” we are pleased to welcome the one and only Baadmaster to KinkWeekly. His thoughts about all things BDSM will now appear regularly on these pages. From the mental aspects of D/s to the nuts and bolts of S&M play, Baadmaster will cover every facet of this ever expanding lifestyle.

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