Anna
2010-05-10 19:22:26 UTC
No, not talking about Cyndiann, though she is a dominatrix as well.
But here is a story of a blogger who meets a Dominatrix at a nudist
party. Wow, the connection between nudism and BDSM is bigger than I
have imaged.
http://www.vvrc.org
http://friendsofmazobeach.wordpress.com/
http://academicnaturist.blogspot.com/2010/02/wild-vvrc-mid-winter-party.html
http://tinyurl.com/26y7awm
I witnessed a couple walk in and greet a guy they apparently haven't
seen in a while. Then, the wife and guy kissed...on the lips. The only
thought in my mind was: "Why am I here again?!"
In all fairness to them, it seems that only adults attend this party
each year. (The listing never says it's an adult party though.) The
entire evening did remain a "nudist" setting, but it was apparent that
a majority of the people were something beyond nudist... This is why I
like the Badger Naturist parties better -- more regular nudists.
We made our way to the room, dropped our backpack, dropped our
clothes, and dropped ourselves back into the pool room. I spent a lot
of time sitting by Dave and Eve (and friends) pretending that I wasn't
sick and was having a good time, despite talking as little as
possible. My girlfriend made her rounds to greet friends, check out
the pool, and have a quick dip in the hot-tub.
Alice and Bob were at the next table, and I noticed that they were
chatting a lot with a cute new friend (Carol). When my girlfriend
returned, I asked her if Alice and Bob brought a friend this year.
"Yep, and Alice says I have to chat with her later tonight. She's a
dominatrix!"
After that bombshell, we grabbed an open side of the hot-tub and
privately discussed how the evening was progressing and how
interesting it may get later on. Soon after, she went to nap for an
hour (she worked the night before and didn't get enough sleep). I
resumed my position at Dave and Eve's table, pretending I wasn't sick
and was having a good time.
As dinner was starting, Dave made a trip to the room. My girlfriend
followed him back down, and seemed well rested at the moment. She
returned to find an extra couple wedged on to the end of the table,
who had been there for a couple of minutes. (Did I mention it got
cramped?) She broke the ice with them and started chatting away. I
didn't want to, because talking hurt my throat even more. A simple
"hi" always leads into an hour or so of conversation. Maybe I was a
bit rude, in retrospect.
Dinner was great, as always. The pasta was throat-friendly, but the
breadsticks not so much. Other harder snacks like RR1 popcorn (our
contribution), puppy chow, crackers, veggies, chips, and most
everything else was off limits for me too. Bummer! After dinner was a
raffle drawing, and most people at our table won prizes. We won a
fancy insulated water bottle. Other prizes included shot glasses,
scratch-off lottery tickets (no winners), and a jar of candy.
After most people were finished eating, the hotel clerk on duty was
taking care of garbage. She's around our age, and wasn't sure if she
wanted to work a nudist party because she didn't know what to expect.
The nudists, as usual, were holding doors for her and giving her
friendly greetings. My girlfriend talked to her a bit, and she said:
"I'm glad I worked this party because everyone is so nice and kind and
sweet." I think it's great that she had this opinion! Maybe she'll
join in next time?
The clothed guitarist starting strumming mostly country tunes. One
cute swinger gal danced on the tiny dance floor for several songs to
the enjoyment of a lot of guys. Eventually, the guitarist played a
slow song, and many crammed in for a slow dance and an occasional butt
grab on their partners. I was too busy to watch much of the dancing.
My girlfriend started up a small game at the table. Dave and Eve
played, with Alice joining in after a while. The game was similar to
the game we played last year with Alice and Bob. It's simple and
entertaining, but easier to play without a loud guitarist. We
eventually moved to the food area, which wasn't being used much after
the dinner items were all cleaned up. It was quiet. Dave and Eve
didn't join us, but we managed to recruit in a total of eight players.
With two cute girls in front of me (Alice and Carol), a cute girl next
to me, and an entertainingly drunk Bob at the end of the table, I
suddenly felt a little better and really was having a good time! I won
the first game, and Carol tied me in the second game. Wait...maybe I
shouldn't phrase it like that...
Some left, including Alice and Bob, but we were still a chatty bunch.
A few minutes later, Bob came back and whispered in my ear: "Carol
really wants to talk shop, and isn't really fond of the guys hanging
around her." (Being an attractive single girl, she was a magnet for
guys.) I conveyed this to my girlfriend, and we three managed to
remove ourselves from the conversation. Soon enough, we were in
Carol's room listening to the interesting documentary of her life and
having a chat.
She had a strict upbringing that she wanted to break away from, and
finally did after college. (She's quite smart, a little philosophical
but down-to-earth, and is great at telling a story. I think she should
write a book!) She found a place where she was able to work as a
professional dominatrix, and did so for several years, but decided to
give it up a few years ago. She noted that this is not prostitution --
intercourse wasn't expected and didn't happen. Apparently there is a
surprising number of people who have a foot fetish, and it's like a
day at the spa for her. Her summary of the psychological aspects of
the whole scene was very interesting to me at least. I may have a
separate post, with a new naturist-related hypothesis, stemming from
that in the future...
My girlfriend asked a few questions, but none were nearly as important
as mine: "How the heck did you end up here?" The common perception is
that a lot of people gravitate towards sex clubs because they offer
more "freedom" than nudist clubs. With that in mind, how is it that
someone who worked in a domain beyond sex clubs ended up at a plain
ol' nudist hotel party? And was she even enjoying the evening or bored
out of her mind? The answer was simple -- it all depends on what
you're looking for. She wanted to hang out with her friends, and her
friends were here. She was enjoying the evening.
My girlfriend and I went back down to the food area. The place was
clearing out since it was close to midnight. My girlfriend visited the
bathroom while I found some throat-friendly snacks. Eating grapes and
watching the latest news on the TV, a couple entered the room and
started making out right behind me. Resisting the strong urge to
bounce a few grapes (or other foods) off their heads, I chose to avoid
a confrontation and simply walked out of the room.
Together again, we noticed that an overly friendly group had taken
over the hot-tub. They were doing nothing overt or lewd, but we knew
better than to even attempt to fill the few empty spots. It would've
been awkward. The longer we waited for them to clear out, the fuller
it got with similar people, so we eventually gave up and went to bed.
What happened in the hot-tub as the night went on is anybody's guess.
The next morning wasn't too exciting, but there's a strange behavior
that I always notice. The night before, everyone is fully naked with
exception to a few things the women may wear. In the mornings at every
party I've been to, people seem to acquire a random state of dress.
Some are fully clothed, some are wearing just pants or just tops, and
some are wearing nothing at all. Why is that?
But here is a story of a blogger who meets a Dominatrix at a nudist
party. Wow, the connection between nudism and BDSM is bigger than I
have imaged.
http://www.vvrc.org
http://friendsofmazobeach.wordpress.com/
http://academicnaturist.blogspot.com/2010/02/wild-vvrc-mid-winter-party.html
http://tinyurl.com/26y7awm
I witnessed a couple walk in and greet a guy they apparently haven't
seen in a while. Then, the wife and guy kissed...on the lips. The only
thought in my mind was: "Why am I here again?!"
In all fairness to them, it seems that only adults attend this party
each year. (The listing never says it's an adult party though.) The
entire evening did remain a "nudist" setting, but it was apparent that
a majority of the people were something beyond nudist... This is why I
like the Badger Naturist parties better -- more regular nudists.
We made our way to the room, dropped our backpack, dropped our
clothes, and dropped ourselves back into the pool room. I spent a lot
of time sitting by Dave and Eve (and friends) pretending that I wasn't
sick and was having a good time, despite talking as little as
possible. My girlfriend made her rounds to greet friends, check out
the pool, and have a quick dip in the hot-tub.
Alice and Bob were at the next table, and I noticed that they were
chatting a lot with a cute new friend (Carol). When my girlfriend
returned, I asked her if Alice and Bob brought a friend this year.
"Yep, and Alice says I have to chat with her later tonight. She's a
dominatrix!"
After that bombshell, we grabbed an open side of the hot-tub and
privately discussed how the evening was progressing and how
interesting it may get later on. Soon after, she went to nap for an
hour (she worked the night before and didn't get enough sleep). I
resumed my position at Dave and Eve's table, pretending I wasn't sick
and was having a good time.
As dinner was starting, Dave made a trip to the room. My girlfriend
followed him back down, and seemed well rested at the moment. She
returned to find an extra couple wedged on to the end of the table,
who had been there for a couple of minutes. (Did I mention it got
cramped?) She broke the ice with them and started chatting away. I
didn't want to, because talking hurt my throat even more. A simple
"hi" always leads into an hour or so of conversation. Maybe I was a
bit rude, in retrospect.
Dinner was great, as always. The pasta was throat-friendly, but the
breadsticks not so much. Other harder snacks like RR1 popcorn (our
contribution), puppy chow, crackers, veggies, chips, and most
everything else was off limits for me too. Bummer! After dinner was a
raffle drawing, and most people at our table won prizes. We won a
fancy insulated water bottle. Other prizes included shot glasses,
scratch-off lottery tickets (no winners), and a jar of candy.
After most people were finished eating, the hotel clerk on duty was
taking care of garbage. She's around our age, and wasn't sure if she
wanted to work a nudist party because she didn't know what to expect.
The nudists, as usual, were holding doors for her and giving her
friendly greetings. My girlfriend talked to her a bit, and she said:
"I'm glad I worked this party because everyone is so nice and kind and
sweet." I think it's great that she had this opinion! Maybe she'll
join in next time?
The clothed guitarist starting strumming mostly country tunes. One
cute swinger gal danced on the tiny dance floor for several songs to
the enjoyment of a lot of guys. Eventually, the guitarist played a
slow song, and many crammed in for a slow dance and an occasional butt
grab on their partners. I was too busy to watch much of the dancing.
My girlfriend started up a small game at the table. Dave and Eve
played, with Alice joining in after a while. The game was similar to
the game we played last year with Alice and Bob. It's simple and
entertaining, but easier to play without a loud guitarist. We
eventually moved to the food area, which wasn't being used much after
the dinner items were all cleaned up. It was quiet. Dave and Eve
didn't join us, but we managed to recruit in a total of eight players.
With two cute girls in front of me (Alice and Carol), a cute girl next
to me, and an entertainingly drunk Bob at the end of the table, I
suddenly felt a little better and really was having a good time! I won
the first game, and Carol tied me in the second game. Wait...maybe I
shouldn't phrase it like that...
Some left, including Alice and Bob, but we were still a chatty bunch.
A few minutes later, Bob came back and whispered in my ear: "Carol
really wants to talk shop, and isn't really fond of the guys hanging
around her." (Being an attractive single girl, she was a magnet for
guys.) I conveyed this to my girlfriend, and we three managed to
remove ourselves from the conversation. Soon enough, we were in
Carol's room listening to the interesting documentary of her life and
having a chat.
She had a strict upbringing that she wanted to break away from, and
finally did after college. (She's quite smart, a little philosophical
but down-to-earth, and is great at telling a story. I think she should
write a book!) She found a place where she was able to work as a
professional dominatrix, and did so for several years, but decided to
give it up a few years ago. She noted that this is not prostitution --
intercourse wasn't expected and didn't happen. Apparently there is a
surprising number of people who have a foot fetish, and it's like a
day at the spa for her. Her summary of the psychological aspects of
the whole scene was very interesting to me at least. I may have a
separate post, with a new naturist-related hypothesis, stemming from
that in the future...
My girlfriend asked a few questions, but none were nearly as important
as mine: "How the heck did you end up here?" The common perception is
that a lot of people gravitate towards sex clubs because they offer
more "freedom" than nudist clubs. With that in mind, how is it that
someone who worked in a domain beyond sex clubs ended up at a plain
ol' nudist hotel party? And was she even enjoying the evening or bored
out of her mind? The answer was simple -- it all depends on what
you're looking for. She wanted to hang out with her friends, and her
friends were here. She was enjoying the evening.
My girlfriend and I went back down to the food area. The place was
clearing out since it was close to midnight. My girlfriend visited the
bathroom while I found some throat-friendly snacks. Eating grapes and
watching the latest news on the TV, a couple entered the room and
started making out right behind me. Resisting the strong urge to
bounce a few grapes (or other foods) off their heads, I chose to avoid
a confrontation and simply walked out of the room.
Together again, we noticed that an overly friendly group had taken
over the hot-tub. They were doing nothing overt or lewd, but we knew
better than to even attempt to fill the few empty spots. It would've
been awkward. The longer we waited for them to clear out, the fuller
it got with similar people, so we eventually gave up and went to bed.
What happened in the hot-tub as the night went on is anybody's guess.
The next morning wasn't too exciting, but there's a strange behavior
that I always notice. The night before, everyone is fully naked with
exception to a few things the women may wear. In the mornings at every
party I've been to, people seem to acquire a random state of dress.
Some are fully clothed, some are wearing just pants or just tops, and
some are wearing nothing at all. Why is that?