For the most part, I had a terrific time at Delta this year. Despite the trouble with my mouth and the bad food situation (the food at Delta is always atrocious), I met some great guys, had some fun if unspectacular scenes and enjoyed just getting away from the city for a few days.
I rode down a day early, on Thursday, with Ted and Gil in an SUV that Ted rented. It was a pleasant ride down, and that night we went to dinner in the town of Oxford. We also went shopping, at the dollar discount store and the grocery store. I purchased some cleaning supplies for the cabin and stocked up my cooler with yogurt and frozen strawberries so that I would be able to make protein shakes. That night I cleaned up the cabin, which was a filthy mess. Since I was the first to arrrive, I picked out a bunkbed by the bathroom and got settled in. later that night I went for a walk, visited with some of the other early arrivals, and saw Mars for the first time.
On Friday, we went back into town to get something to eat at the diner and stopped at the stores again. That afternoon I went swimming at the pool, and because it was so hot and humid, the water felt terrific. That night after dinner I met Derek, a hot bondage bottom from New York, and I took him to an outdoors space for a hot wax scene. It was a concrete platform about 10 feet square, and I spread eagled him there, then lit candles all around his naked body and dripped hot wax on him. Later we walked around (him naked to show off the wax pattern) and went to snacks. He had a difficult time removing some of the wax with the comb I gave him. hot wax scenes are so messy that I only do them at places like Delta.
On Saturday afternoon I got into my rubber shorts and T, with boots and gloves, for the J-lube party. I had missed this several years now due to having to work, so I was glad to finally be able to participate. But just at 3 pm when the party was to start, a huge thunderstorm rolled in and the romp was postponed until the next morning. It was fun to be outside in the rain in my rubber, and the rubber guys were all at Command Central. Max (Dr Mad Max) put me in his rubber straitjacket, and I spent a couple hours with him. He took me back to Cabin Q, where everyone was tied up or chained up, or tying or chaining somebody else up. Max showed me some of his gear and promised to encase me in something that night. Later I went to the big gym where Ian (aka "black") polished my Chippewa engineeer boots. I also met Ron and Bob, and Ron locked me in his Hiatt darbies cuffs and layed with me for a while. That night I went to dinner with Ron and Bob. Ron had both Bob and I in cuffs. I was still in my rubber.
After dinner and after Ron unchained me, I went back to the cabin, took off my rubber and got cleaned up. Ian was leading a bootblack workshop, and I wanted to attend. I wore my Carolina paratroopers, and since most of the other workshop attendees were wearing sneakers, Ian polished my boots as the main demonstration for his presentation. Ian's bootblacking method is a little different from mine. He starts with soapy wet saddle soap, followed by lots of polish and a good tongue licking. The results are impressive, but I can make my paratroopers look just as good if not better. Ian did, however, demonstrate several different lacing techniques which I found most interesting.
Later that night I returned to the big gym, where Dr. Mad Max put me in his canvas sleepsack. I would have gone in his vac rack, but with my mouth and face in the condition it is in, I decided that it would have been too much pressure on my face. Max's vac rack is very impressive. Once the air has been sucked out, the vacuum can be turned off, and his breathing mechanism for the mouth allows the bottom to speak.
In the morning (Sunday morning), I got rubbered up again for the J-lube party. It was a hot sunny day, but early enough that the sun was not too much of a problem. It was fun to get all slimy and slippery, sort of like a rubber mosh pit. I probably souldn't have done it (I got kneed in the face, about six inches lower would have been right on the surgery area) but I had a good time. Afterward I went into the pool in my rubber. After lunch I had a nice, relaxing stroll by the creek with Gil. That night was the big banquet, so I put on my good leather for that. I sat with John and Larry and their buddy Kevin, a hunky muscle guy from New York. John wore his NYPD uniform and had Larry in an orange prison jumpsuit and hinged cuffs. In fact there were a lot of guys in chains at every meal, much more this year than in years past.
Sunday night I played with Rick. He brought his bag of gear, I bought mine and together we had quite a bondage arsenal. First I mummified his head in vetrap, then I put him in a cloth sleepsack and bound him to a bondage table with heavy leather belts and tape. I played with his cock, got him hard, then tightened all the straps and played with him some more. After he shot a big load, I released him from the bondage, then put him in my leather behind the back arm binder harness with locking buckles and took him to snacks. It was wonderful to spend the evening with Rick.
On Monday I got together with Randy, another one of my Internet bondage buddies. This weekend was the first time we had met each other in person. I had been impressed with him and his level of play all weekend, and it was nice to spend some time with him. We went down to the lower gym and checked out eachother's gear and put each other in bondage. It was fun. That afternoon, Ian tied me up and did some abrasion with me. Later on, I went for a walk with Andy, who was having a fantastic weekend. His skills as a rope bondage top are excellent. That night for dinner I put on my shoulder entry black rubberr catsuit for dinner, and stayed in it for the piss party, which was held in one of the cabins. I pissed in Andy's pants, and also all over Ed and into Bruce's funnel hood/gag. Later that night, after I got out of the rubber and cleaned up, we had another huge thunderstorm. The next morning, Tuesday, it was time to pack up and head out.
Barbara Nitke's Slide Show
On Tuesday night back in the city, I attended the TES meeting, where Barbara Nitke launched her new book and presented a slide show. It was my first time at TES, and I was one of only about five gay men there. Barbara has a fantastic body of work. She started out as a photographer for porn movie shoots, and she was fascinated by the candid looks of boredom and normalcy on the faces of the participants that she captured between takes. She noticed that most of the "actors" in the porn flicks did not seem to be enjoying sex that much. Later, when she began to photograph couples in New York's leather/sm community, she was impressed with how much love her subjects expressed for one another. Her new book, Kiss of Fire, explores this. She shows how people with different lifestyles express their love. I was moved by the work, and I bought a copy of her book. She signed it with a wonderful note to me.
The New New York Bondage Club
On Friday night I went to the first party at the New York Bondage Club's new play space on West 28th Street. It was a fantastic crowd, but the space itself was lousy. For one thing, it is too small. There are not enough play stations, and the rooms were way too fucking hot. that's too bad, too, because I really was in the mood to play that night. Andy, who was also there, says the space has bad karma. We left together and went over to the Eagle. The Eagle that night was fantastic. It was the first time I had been on their roof deck. It's really nice up there. I can't wait to go back.