MISTRESS HELLKITTY LOVES LATEX @ MONTREAL FETISH WEEKEND 2010
Montreal Fetish Weekend is an amazing event packed with wild latex fashions, sexy bondage shows, and private BDSM play areas for VIPs. I look forward to attending so much all year long, I proclaim about the action to whomever I meet at fetish events, especially in far away places. The only reason I would do such a thing is purely selfish. In fact, I gave praise about MFW to kinksters in Tokyo and handed out flyers to sexy people in NYC and Toronto just to recruit them to party with Me. Let Me tell you, this totally pays off!
Friday Night:
To My surprise and delight a certain rubber lover came in from the US and W/we had a publicly debaucherous time getting reacquainted. I had instructed him to wear a metal ball stretcher under his latex outfit, to which I attached a leash. I feel so powerful having a man’s full attention with the slightest corrective tug on his naughty bits. After the party, I took My tall latex prisoner with his balls fully exposed for a walk on Sainte Catherine Street, directing him with the leash to the after-hours play space nearby. The crowd outside were eating it up and a few males made sympathetic groans.
Since My tool bag was back at the dungeon and My rubber prisoner had emptied out most of the contents of his toy bag to get over the border, I didn’t have much to work with. No problem for Mistress Hellkitty! I had him spread-eagled with the ball stretcher leash securely wrapped around a St-Andrew’s cross and clipped back to the metal stretcher in no time. With his crotch zipper open, I worked over the rubber prisoner’s back, butt and thighs with a small leather flogger through his latex catsuit, but I was still unsatisfied by the results. It didn’t sound like their was much suffering at all. The flogger’s wooden handle felt smooth in My gloved hand… and, that open zipper displaying his ass was too much of an invitation. It was only a blink of an eye before I had on a pair of black latex gloves and was sodomizing My prisoner with the lubed, and condom covered, flogger handle.
>>Fast forward>>
Saturday Night:
Hmm, I honestly couldn’t tell you who was there or what went on at Latextasy. I arrived late in the night. After changing chastity slave rakehell backstage, I was off doing My full body plaster casting demo on slave vee in the lowly lit medical area. The whole messy process has to be completed from A to Z without interruption and requires more focus than a party atmosphere generally allows. Goddess Starla suddenly appeared with her blond hair glowing greenish in the black UV lights. She cut sections of plaster bandages and prepared the water tray. I carefully wrapped slave vee’s arms, torso and legs with layers of cotton gauze and foam, making sure to molest and caress her body through the materials. I felt her excitement welling up as the final layer of wet plaster bandages were applied, then smoothed down to help the plaster set properly. I had transformed her into a helpless creature who was literally stuck inside a full body cast until I would decide to cut her free. One thing most people don’t know about plaster casting is that it shrinks as it dries, slowly compressing around the patient. slave vee was experiencing this sensual feeling in her bubble of bliss. I would have kept My patient there for days, taking care of her and teasing her repeatedly with a Hitachi wand until she begged Me for mercy. However, vee was a slave on loan and her Master finally came to release her at the end of the night.
>>Fast forward>>
Sunday Night:
I couldn’t believe I was still in one piece after having an event each night starting from the previous Wednesday. I was seriously doubting that I would be in shape for the last party: Le bal des vampires. I was seriously wrong about that! When I saw the decor, I knew this was going to be My night to party and explode with every ounce of energy in Me. What a sexy party! Whereas before the focal point was the main stage the other nights, after The Richard’s vampire show, every piece of dungeon equipment and every dark corner was full of players. The VIP play space was finally getting some action. There were multiple subbies getting spankings as well as cunnilingus. Who’s the voyeur? At least I pretended not to be by locking slave rakehell down to the spanking bench and working him over with every tool in My artillery. Secretly, I was peeking out of the corner of My eye as I paused to check the flogging distance. OMG I was getting such an eye full! Behind Me the shadows were dark and shiny, moving sensually and discreetly. Double take. Black latex from boot to gas mask. There were two sets of latex lovers up against the wall, fucking through some invisible unzipped crotch hole. I continued My work, matching the rhythm of their passions with the weight of the flogger’s tails stinging My slave’s flesh. Another latex couple with busy hands reflected the same intensity on the inflatable couch. I locked slave rakehell back into the cage, knowing how tortured this chastity slave would be with all the action that was taking place right outside. There he was on his knees, frozen in worship while a moaning slave girl leaning over the cage got a licking. I abandoned slave rakehell there and found a damn good reason to lock Myself inside a giant coffin.
It’s been 2 weeks and the smile is still on My face.
