Milliscent and Eagle have taken over the front pull out bed (gaucho in Airstream parlance) for themselves, Roxanne and I the double bed in the bedroom area.

We have encountered only two problems.

First of all, the front gaucho seems to have been designed for either elderly Airstream owners to sleep upon, or for the use of their grandchildren. Not for the more active use of a dominatrix demanding energetic worship and it’s resulting female climax. It became rather obvious that the gaucho design would not stand up to a great deal of such play. We have remedied that problem with the addition of new supports that should allow her to get as wild as desired as she takes her satisfaction from her male playtoy.

Secondly, the bedroom is wholly without attachment points, and as near as I can figure, without any place to adequately secure such points. Roxanne can be quite strong, so strength of attachment is a necessity.

I’ve decided that the entire bed frame and it’s built in storage system must go. This I will replace with a much stronger frame with multiple attachment points built right in. I’ll also incorporate lifting arms in to the top of the frame so that the entire bed can be raised up, leaving plenty of room to store all of our wonderful toys, perhaps even room for caging a submissive. It should be a wonderful improvement!

I was rather surprised that I didn’t get very much comment on my previous two kinky travel posts. I thought that people might have strong opinions about the idea.

The second post in the series did get a long comment, and despite the rather angry seeming tone of that comment, I think that it contained a very valid point of view and concern.

Posting though has helped to refine my own thoughts on the idea, so I thought it appropriate to share a scenario I had in mind.

A nice weekend in June when the weather is wonderful in Eastern Washington.

A small group of RV’s meet in a campground outside of Walla Walla on Friday evening. Kids aren’t along for the trip, but the adults are all kids at heart, people who delight in joyful adult play.

A campfire is born; snacks and libations come out to pave the way for folks to get to know each other.

There is no structure to the event, people are free to do as they desire throughout the weekend. This is though Walla Walla, home to amazing Washington Wine. What a wonderful way to spend a Saturday, visiting wineries and tasting their wares. Maps to these wineries are given out, recommendations of course as well.

Wine is the small cities largest attraction, but certainly not it’s only one. A delightful shopping district beckons, and history abounds throughout the area.

The day done Saturday evening will likely find many of our campers sampling one of Walla Walla’s fine restaurants or another. Then back, back to that fire and the fellowship it provides. A sharing will likely occur, not only a sharing of the wonderful wines found that day, but also a sharing of hearts and emotions that can only occur when one is truly accepted. That acceptance promised for everyone shares a similar sexual outlook and level of interest. At this fire there need be no fear of prudes, no fear that others will be shocked.

Sunday, a departing day. A sad day perhaps, but if the job has done well, if the magic has flowed, perhaps a joyous day as well. Joyous because of the new friendships just starting to bud, because of the new understanding received through honest and open sharing with others.

That is, I think, a perfect example of what I have in mind.

Camping, RV’ing surrounded by people who embrace their own alternative sexualities, no matter what those might be or those who for whatever reason choose to affiliate themselves with people who explore these alternatives. All within an inclusive, non-threatening environment.

That would be I think a very sound basis for such an organization as I mentioned in my previous post.

I think that a weekend or a few days RV’ing in a beautiful campground can be energizing and a wonderful break for most anyone. I imagine that if one were surrounded by others with similar lifestyles that wonderful break could be ratcheted even closer to perfection.

It seems to me that we have in the bdsm community alone large numbers of people who will not attend bdsm events because they are uncomfortable playing in public or watching others do so. I imagine also that even the events which are largely limited to discussion tread too close to public play for many of these people.

I have to wonder if a vanilla event surrounded by kinky folks wouldn’t be a very good fit for those who currently stay clear of bdsm events.

I am much less familiar with the public poly community, but I imagine it to be much the same situation. A very active minority attending sexually oriented events, the large majority staying home, doing their thing in private.

Again I have to wonder if a vanilla event surrounded by poly folks wouldn’t be a very good fit for this majority.

I must admit that in my own life, in the past, I adored kinky events. Seminars, play parties, discussion groups, I found them all wonderful. Now it seems that I am much less interested in such events, and my attendance has fallen as a result. I would, I think, now prefer to simply hang out in more traditional ways with fellow kinksters than to join in at a major play party. I don’t want to overstate this, I do still love a great play party, but I also love my vanilla time with kinky friends, and I think that time is more meaningful to me at this stage of my life.

I think that this social interaction would be the main, likely only purpose behind such a group were it to be successfully formed. A way to deepen old friendships and make new ones. A safe place in which one would not have to be afraid to expose his or her unique sexuality.

Indeed it could even be a wonderful way to meet new people whom one would be able to play with later. It is I think difficult to meet wonderful people to share our adventures. Helping a vanilla partner to find the joys in our kinks can work, meeting partners online can work, and meeting people at community events can work. I wonder if meeting people at a vanilla event populated by kinky folks wouldn’t work best though. If the vanilla social situation wouldn’t allow a perfect opportunity for potential partners to get to know one another. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Jim and Polly met Ken on the events first evening, got to know each other that night and the next day, then all after this foundation was created got to see how well that bed made for two worked for three.

I don’t think that I would see such a group limited to any particular alternative sexuality, rather an inclusive group that celebrated all of those alternatives.

I wouldn’t think that it should be limited to partnered folks only as ‘play’ groups are. Play would not be the purpose of the group, so I don’t imagine that singles could harm the group’s energy at all.

Lastly I would see no need or desire to limit the group to RV people. While for me, RV’ing is perfect at this point in my life, there was a time when I adored tent camping, and I know many who do so now. The point would be the getting out and into the campground, not how one does so.

I would love to read your thoughts.

Re-Post #1:

Traveling Perverts Group by Milliscent

Those who follow this blog know that about a year ago I bought an Airstream, and that perhaps I’ve gone a bit nuts over it.

Dozens of little repairs to keep it up, detailed plans to improve it, fancy insurance, membership in a half dozen RV clubs both Airstream only and general, magazine subscriptions both Airstream only and general. Perhaps most importantly it is getting used, a lot.

I’ve noticed that large numbers of RV owners don’t actually use their RV’s very much, but thus far I’m not fitting into that mold. It will have been slept in at least 60 nights in ’08, and likely well in excess of 100 nights in ’09.

I’ve always loved to travel, but prior to the Airstream my travel was usually confined to high-end hotels and resorts. Now that has changed. For me, the Airstream beats the hotel experience hands down if for no other reason than the convenience it offers. Perhaps the largest of conveniences is that without question the dogs can go. A former headache with any traveling has simply disappeared. They can tag along, and they love tagging along.

I have learned a great deal over this past year, and one thing I learned about was RV caravans and rallies. These are put on both by RV clubs, and private businesses that specialize in such events. In a caravan a number of RV’s travel together from spot to spot as they move across the country or even internationally, in a rally RV’s travel independently to a pre-selected spot then stay together for a generally short number of days.

Caravan’s can be very long ranging from a week or two into major commitments like the upcoming Airstream caravan that will travel from Cape Towne South Africa to Cairo Egypt.

Rallies are generally shorter events held over a weekend or a few days usually at a spot of great natural beauty.

On my recent trip down the Oregon Coast I thought about these rallies a bit.

If I were to attend one, I imagine that I would stick out like the proverbial sore thumb. A woman traveling in an intimate Airstream with two men, or on other occasions with three additional people two men and another woman. Our first trip was three fellows and me. You can imagine the looks such an arrangement might get from fellow club members, especially given that most of these clubs are specifically set up for husband/wife couples, and the fact that my Airstream was designed for folks without children. It’s just not set up like most are with separated sleeping areas for the adults and children or other traveling companions.

This got me to thinking, wouldn’t it be fun to create a group of pervert RVers such as myself?

Wouldn’t it be a kick to pick a nice park in a beautiful spot such as the Oregon Coast and advertise a rally there?

I’m not thinking about a specifically kinky event with seminars, play parties, and the like.

Rather I’m thinking only about an opportunity to travel with and RV with fellow kinky folks.

Poly, bdsm, gay, bi, swingers, any and all, the more the merrier. A vanilla gathering with decidedly non-vanilla people. New friendships could be made, new activities discovered.

Perhaps most importantly for many people would be an opportunity to get away without having to hide. An opportunity to get away while surrounded by folks who just don’t care that you have converted the back of your toy hauler into a dungeon. For that matter getting away surrounded by people who will admire your creativity.

I think that the idea may have merit, but I would love to hear opinions about it from those of you who join me here.

We therefore must assume what they know. We assume that they don’t know any of the details, but we also assume that they have some idea that strange things are going on in the bedroom.

I guess that this weekend some of that will necessarily change because we are traveling in our Airstream, being followed by relatives in their own RV. Our Airstream is fairly good sized, but it was designed for two people, and while can sleep more it just doesn’t really have separate sleeping areas. Alas, there will be more than two of us within, and we will not be making some kind of superhuman efforts to deceive anyone about where people might be sleeping.

Whatever our relatives might think they know about our private lives now, I think it quite safe to assume that their understanding will shoot up a large notch or two by the time our weekend is over.

If all that isn’t enough, this fall we will be doing it all again, only this time with even more relatives, and by a very good stroke of fortune, more of us in the Airstream.

Sometimes I think it just about perfect that all of our relatives seem to have adopted their own don’t ask, don’t tell policies. It seems much easier than the heartache that would follow if they decided that they wanted to know more than whatever they have figured out on their own.

C & S are wonderful friends from Oregon, a switch couple whom we all greatly enjoy. Today C is with Milliscent in our dungeon. His scene started with her around 10 this morning, and will not finish until sometime around 8 tonight. Hours upon hours of erotic torment, hours and hours in which to build desire into an almost explosive force.

Meanwhile S is playing with our great friend and neighbor Tom. She also started playing around 10 this morning, and will not finish until mid evening tonight. Tom is making a special effort to ensure that her time with him is as erotic as possible while denying her any opportunity to orgasm. Hours and hours of teasing should result in mind-blowing levels of desire within her as well.

What am I doing in all of this? I’m simply floating between the players. Enjoying the show, and of course making this report to you.

C & S will be spending the night here after their respective playtimes, over in our mother-in-law apartment. If all goes according to plan there will be very little sleep for them tonight, for they shall have so much denied passion to work off that they should be able to enjoy each other for even more hours. Our evil plan to help our friends have one of the most passionate nights of their lives.

I think it will work splendidly!

I do bind her down, tie her into the chair for I would hate for her to miss a moment of the action. I want her to fully experience watching and listening to me as I fuck Angela, the hooker I have engaged for the evening.

I strip the blankets off Ellen’s bed, undress myself, and wait for my treat to come out from the bathroom where she is beautifying herself for me.

When Angela does come out she is stunning. Towering black heels, lacy stockings held in place with a garter belt, sheer black lace teddy. All of this topping a taught and tanned form. Perfect. Ellen is a beautiful woman in her own right but like me she is getting older and her looks just aren’t what they used to be. I know she worries about that so I am quite thrilled that Angela looks so youthful, so vibrant. It will add to Ellen’s discomfort, make her feel even less attractive as she sits there bound and humiliated.

I motion for Angela and she crawls on to the bed for me. Slowly, ever so slowly we begin. Repeatedly I position her so that Ellen is assured a perfect view of her body, of our passion. I use her mouth, her cunt, even her ass as Ellen watches. I pleasure her as well, wanting Ellen to hear her cries of pleasure, to watch me lick her in ways I would never consent to doing to my wife. Envy, jealousy, humiliation, fear, I want Ellen to feel all of these things; I do everything I can with Angela to ensure that she does.

When I’m finally satisfied I cradle Angela in my arms. We talk of Ellen, of her shortcomings, of her punishments, of the rules she must follow, of her service to me. Angela doesn’t need to hear all of these things, but Ellen does. I think it is important to embarrass her in this way, to lay her life of suffering bare for another woman as she helplessly listens.

Our allotted time up we climb out of Ellen’s bed. I hand her purse to her and untie her hands. Angela as previously instructed goes to Ellen for her fee, is paid out of Ellen’s salary.

I show Angela to the door and as I walk back to Ellen’s room I stop in my closet to get my wide leather belt. A leather belt because Ellen’s nightly torment has only just begun.

TinaSlut

"Every day I am constantly yearning for pain and submission. It's like a positive energy that gives me strength and I can never get enough."

Without a doubt, our vintage Airstream, The Rolling Silver Orgasm, is a truly wonderful way to travel, especially for slightly kinky people like us. We should have purchased one years ago.

Luckily neither of us have landed in the hospital yet.

It should prove very interesting.

Roxanne loves to fuck. She is also apparently greatly intrigued by enforced chastity, as the locking cage has been the dominant theme of her recent emails. Taken together those two things pose I think an interesting quandary. Whatsoever shall she do?

She is a wonderful woman and mighty cute so I am happy to oblige.

I do wonder a bit about our relationship and our way of playing though.

While playing the relationship has been fully bdsm based, lots of torture, lots of the use of roles, very little vanilla sex. I presume for this time that roles are reversed it will be much the same.

Outside of the play though we maintain a relationship of equality and I don’t think that either of us want it any other way.

Another interesting quirk is that we haven’t done much in the way of domination and submission; it’s mostly been purer sadomasochism.

I wonder, with this lack of D/s, with this desire to switch things around, if what we truly desire isn’t something different from bdsm as it is usually practiced. If what we really desire is simply violent sex. The opportunity to torture the hell out of each other as we fuck.

Do we want or need someone to be top, another to be bottom, or do we just want to beat the crap out of each other? Time will give us the answer I know.

Perhaps this is all semantics, it is certainly nothing to worry about, but I have found it interesting to think about. The relationship, and our way of relating together are outside of my experience, outside of what I had the opportunity to enjoy within my prior bdsm relationships. That can only be a good thing as variety always lends excitement.

One thing Tammy didn’t count on was Roxanne’s tremendous ability to escape bondage. Tammy left her unsupervised for a while, and as I watched Roxanne went to work. Soon she was loose, and the tables were turned.

Poor Tammy found herself bound to the bishops chair, her genitals were bound, clamped and weighted, her body was subject to electric shocks (some pleasant, others much less so) and her chest was whipped unmercifully.

All while wearing a quite severe hood.

A wonderful afternoon for them both I’m sure, and I must say that porn can never compare to watching the real thing unfold before your eyes.