This weekend, the Captain surprised me by taking me to Bondage Expo Dallas. What can I say, he knows me. 
It was a bit last minute, and we had limited time because of babysitting, so we didn’t get to do as much as I’d have wanted. Looking at the schedule, the classes we really needed had happened on Friday, but there were still good things on Saturday.
The first class was about Shibari… a bit advanced, but was nice to watch and learn a little from. Some of the forms seemed very intricate, but looked so simple when he did it.
I was more comfortable there than I thought I would be, but there was one creeper in that class that made me really uncomfortable. She was a rather… large woman, who seemed to be either drunk or high, and made sexual comments about each model that the instructor used. And she was there alone? But really, she was the only person there that wasn’t completely respectful. For the most part, the crowd seemed a bit on the older side. I almost thought we were the youngest people there for a little while.
The instructor showed Captain M how to bind my wrists after class… how to ensure it was loose enough for circulation, but with knots tight enough to keep it all together. I could tell he was enjoying it a bit more than I thought he would. He’s seemed a bit ambivalent about more hardcore stuff in the past, so this was a surprise to me.
The second class was a hog-tie class. How to make a chest harness to use as an anchor point, how to bind legs in Western and Eastern styles, hair ties. It was all very…. educational.
Side point, we both agreed that second instructor looked and sounded like a kinky Barney Stinson.
We toured the vendor room, which was pretty sparse, as this was the first year of the expo. Some nice steel boned corsets that I wouldn’t mind trying out some day, lots of rope, handcuffs, leather wrist cuffs, some really great photography. I wish I could photograph some really great binds. They can be very beautiful and intricate, and with dramatic lighting look amazing (see above).
After we left, we went to Cheesecake Factory and ate carbs till we were stuffed, then ate some cheesecake on top of it. It’s my birthday, dammit! The scale this morning says it didn’t hurt much, so I’m alright with it. Plus, Cheesecake Factory dishes are so freakishly big that I have enough lunch for 2 days. I mean, really. I’m pretty sure my Cajun Chicken Pasta had 2 and a half chicken’s worth of chicken in it. But I digress….
We stopped by Lowes for supplies, then headed home. Much fun was had.
This seems to speak to the engineering and artistic halves of Captain M’s brain, and of course his newfound love of dominance. And of course it hits my submissive button pretty hard.
Next year, we might make a weekend of it.
Happy birthday to me!
