Baths

I just came across an evening at the baths that I wrote about in January 1994. I hope you enjoy:

I came and settled into my cubicle. I douche one last time for good measure. Is it out? I see a blow job on a platform. I climb and watch fore a while. I climb down and go over to the movie area. There's a blow job here, too. It ends. I suck the sucker 'till he cums. Someone has been sucking my dick. WE go back to my cubicle and he sticks a dildo up my butt – my new butt plug, my flesh colored dick. He asks all kinds of questions about my sex. Fisting, shaving, spanking. He fucks me for a while. We cuddle. I ask him to spank me. He obliges. He cums in my mouth. I go back to the TV lounge. I get sucked again. I leave and insert my new but plug completely – past the third ripple. I go back out. I sleep. I wake up to a drunk in the next cubicle. I go out. I see some program people. I see a hot one with the military haircut. I fuck someone in their cubicle. I shower. I 69 someone else in his. I don't cum. I visit the TV room. People are masturbating. I suck an interesting shaped dick. Then it fucks me. Someone else sticks his dick in my mouth. I cum. I get to my cubicle for a nap.

Camp DC

This is a journal entry from Saturday 4/27/13

I'm at camp DC. I see people playing at two campsites. The compound is deserted. I'm writing this at the compound. I'm wearing a cock ring and ball stretcher, a yellow jock strap, my chain harness and of course my boots and socks.

I'm trying to open myself to whatever happens today even if nothing happens. The bath tub has tree leaves and needles in it, so it may not be high on the list for people to use for piss play. I'm going to quiet my mind and see what I can see.

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This is a journal entry from Sunday 4/28/13

The weekend went pretty well from a passive point of view. I saw a wonderful healing flogging that was a pleasure to watch. I didn't get tied up or beat on, though. I was still very quiet and constrained. I don't feel established in this community yet.

I tried to make myself available, but I didn't ask anyone to do anything in particular. I wanted to be pissed on yesterday, but I didn't ask anyone and I wasn't aggressive in getting in front of anyone. I'm not sure what else I wanted.

When I used to go to the baths, I was good at knowing when the energy was high. I was good at being the spark that set everything going. These days, the energy level never rises – or at least I don't sense it anymore.