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[noahgibbs]

At the convention, much standing in lines was done. Before a truly excellent blues concert by Jim Byrnes, we were standing in line behind a woman in a very red top with laces, apparently corseted beneath. It took me a moment to recognize the object on her purse strap as a cock ring -- I wasn't used to seeing them with spikes inside. The regular kind are suprisingly subtle. I wore one as a bracelet for a couple of years in college and nobody really remarked on it. Hers was slightly less subtle :-)

I wound up in line behind her again at the small bar, and I took the opportunity to compliment her on her choice of accessories. Not shockingly, she too was from the Bay Area (the con was in Reno, NV), and she was a part-time professional dominatrix. She gave me a URL for her dungeon's site, which contains some decidedly non-worksafe photographs of her, um, work.

We had a nice conversation back at the tables a bit later which gave me some chances to embarrass my lovely companion (the girlfriend, not the pro-dom). Vengeance has been promised me at an undisclosed date in the future.

I meet the greatest people.

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[angelbob.livejournal.com]

Her site, by the way, is here. The photographs would be "not for the squeamish." And I mean that very seriously, particularly if you, the viewer, are not into people undergoing physical torture, and especially if you're not into guys.

The pictures of the dungeon itself are fine for the squeamish unless cardboard boxes and walls with exposed insulation just utterly terrify you.

[(Anonymous)]

AAH! WALLS!

-Ben

[rightkindofme.livejournal.com]

The funny thing is: I know her. I have been in that dungeon. It was right down the road from the Observatory. :)