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Bringing Kink to College Students

[If you’ve been reading these posts from the beginning, you’ll remember that Patrick Cupp is the son of my former Owner, Karen (Brenna). It is Patrick whose heart condition caused Karen to have to return from our Panama trip only six weeks after we arrived. Patrick had a full hart transplant two Christmas’s ago. He’s now taking classes at Austin Community College and he mentioned my background to his Human Sexuality instructor. She contacted me and asked me to come in and teach an “Intro to BDSM” class.]

Karen Raines, PhD asked me to come in and teach the intro BDSM class last Wednesday. We met for coffee before class just to fine-tune our mutual expectations. I was going to do two classes for her; one at the Metric Boulevard campus and one at the Northridge campus.

[Coincidentally, this campus is adjacent to the apartment complex where I lived with slave mindi upon our return from Panama until Jen and I moved in together in 2011. It is also across the street from the apartment where Mistress and Patrick established themselves right after his transplant and where I set up my daytime office in an apartment near them while spending nights and weekends with slave mindi across the street.]

The students were very attentive. I could see when I got near a topic someone didn’t like and I would then paddle away from it. Things like eStim seemed not to go over well.

All in all, though, Dr. Raines was pleased and asked that I come back next year.

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Jen’s mom dies unexpectedly

We were out dancing at Graham’s Central Station. It was March 23. We’d left our phones in our cars, as you can’t hear them inside the dance hall anyway. We were in separate cars. When we were ready to leave I got into my truck and I checked my phone. LOTS of messages from Carl, Karen, and Mindi. I called mindi and was told that Jen’s mother had died. I tried to call Jen, but she was also on the phone.

We were driving. We turned right out of the parking lot and left at Grand Avenue Parkway. Normally, we go up to I-35 and turn left. Suddenly, I see Jen move to the right lane and turn RIGHT onto the northbound lane of the freeway. I did my best to keep up with her: She’s in a Mercedes and I’m in a truck. I couldn’t do it.

I decided to drive back to the apartment and wait. After about 30 minutes, she texted that she was in the I-Hop closest to our apartment. I jumped back into the car and drove over. She was in the first booth, completely stunned. Jen’s mother had turned 63 years old at the end of November (I turned 63 at the beginning of November) and had just retired on December 31st. She was looking forward to her retirement and wasn’t ill so the death was a complete surprise to Jen and her family. We stayed at I-Hop for about two and a half hours. We had to explain to the waitress what was going on; she was alarmed at Jen’s position and how long she’d stayed that way.

Around 11 we drove home.

Jen is home now from the funeral and has brought a plant of her mothers back as a remembrance. She has charged me with the task to keep the plant alive and thriving. I am familiar with this plant and am happy to do this for her.

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Changes

I had been Owned by Karen since 2002. She had permitted me to take mindi as my sex slave in 2003. We were a threesome (not sexually) up to and including our move to Boquete, Panama in January 2009. When Karen had to return to the US upon her son’s near-fatal heart condition, mindi and I remained in Panama until December 19, 2009. I’m sure the three of us all have different “takes” on what happened, but our structure fell apart. In February, I began a relationship with the woman who is now my Master.

I met Jen. Actually, we’d known one another slightly when we both lived in Lago Vista. Not only was she my dentist’s dental assistant, but she and her husband were in the Lago Vista country western dance club that Renee (second wife) and I were in. However, we’d never been social friends.

Magically, she reappeared in my life.

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Nature Photography in Panama

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Our time in Panama was a photographic treat. The country was lush, we were living in the middle of a growth of coffee trees, there was an animal rescue center in town that was about the size of a small zoo. They had everything there from large cats to parrots to monkeys. We went there a number of times and one of my finest photographs was taken there. The picture is a beautifully curved orange lily leaf and it probably took me 45 minutes to figure out how in the world to photograph it correctly.

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Photography is my art-form: when I decide to photograph an object it generally takes me from 20 to 40 minutes to work out the correct distance, angle, light, and lens. I also have to check depth of field every time I change lenses. As I mentioned above, photography lets me see things differently. But, it takes a while.

slave mindi and I could not take very many side trips, because of the nature of her job. She is what is called a “utilization review” nurse and needs a notebook computer that drives two different video screens because she is concurrently working in two databases. This means that if we want to take a trip that involves more than a weekend, we need to take the entire set-up with us — and then she has to work during normal working hours. It's hard to take side trips under those conditions. We only made a few excursions, but those we took were extraordinary.

With Moty Hen as our guide, we made two weekend trips: a tour of a one-man sugarcane processing facility, and the tour of a very small cigar manufacturing company.

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While the cigar manufacturing company had only six people rolling cigars from the tobacco leaves, you could see in one building the entire process from the arrival of newly dried tobacco leaves, through the drying and storage of those leaves, to cutting them up and distributing them to the people who are rolling the cigars, to the presses that compacted the leaves that resulted in the final product. You also saw the process of putting each cigar into cellophane and depositing them in cigar boxes. From there the boxes ended up in a substantial room that was carefully controlled for humidity.

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Before leaving this section, I’d like to put a plug in for Moty Hen. He is a really amazing/interesting man. He’s Israeli, but he came to Panama in 1984. Over his years traveling around Panama, he’s become something of a private guide. It’s not his primary line of work, but he’s amazing at it. If you can explain the kinds of experiences you’d like, he’ll arrange it. Deep-sea fishing? Visiting an indigenous tribe? Bird watching? He and his wife (Rita) were working on creating a bed-and-breakfast at the end of our time, there. Here’s a link to it. Should you ever find yourself in Panama, you’ll do well to contact him and let him be your guide. Oh—he caters to Israeli’s. He’s undoubtedly the only Hebrew-speaking Panamanian tour guide in the world. 

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Restaurante Amigos and our trip to Costa Rica

Boquete has a bar for the ex-pats that was as close to “Cheers” as you could ever come. A number of the ex-pats would gather around four in the afternoon and eat and drink well into the night. I knew one man who often used the place as his office.

I mention Amigos because I had taken slave mindi there on Mother’s Day (May 10). As we eating our meal, I couldn’t help but notice a Scandinavian-looking woman who was clearly signaling from her poise (and from the particular table that she had picked) that she desperately wanted to be picked up. We invited her to our table.

She explained that this was her last night in Boquete; she was going home the next day. “Home” was a few hours north of the Panama / Costa Rica border on the Atlantic.

I asked about where she lived and she told us that she lived in such a remote and inaccessible community that it requires a 4-wheel-drive vehicle to reach it and you can’t even make the drive if there have been heavy rains. She lived in some kind of nature retreat. She said she was taking the bus down to David to transfer to the bus that would take her to the border. In all, about a 7-hour process.

I wondered whether we might have an opportunity, here.

I had wanted very badly to do some touring and photography in Costa Rica but we couldn't figure out how to get across that border. On the Pacific side of Panama you can get into Costa Rica on the Pan-American highway simply by driving 35 miles north of David. However, on the Atlantic side, there was no road across a substantial river. There was only a railroad bridge built by the Germans in World War II. I suppose I could write two or three pages about our experience getting to and then crossing the border, but I will tell you this: you would certainly not want to do this without somebody who’d done this many times and who spoke fluent Spanish. It was fairly harrowing.

She accompanied us to the town of our destination — which was where some friends of hers would come the next day to take her home.

She selected a (rather cheap/sleazy) motel for us and we went in town for drinks and dinner.

mindi totally didn’t think about the “don’t drink the water” rule and had ice with her drink. She didn’t have a reaction while on this trip. We spent three days in this little village, mostly just walking around.

At the end of our stay, we took a bus back down to the border. There, as we were going through the customs process, we were forced to purchase a “return ticket” from Panama to Costa Rica (“rules” and all that”). You can’t enter Panama without proof that you’ll leave.

By the time we returned to Boquete, she was starting to feel ill. Within a few days, she was seriously ill. The story of our hospital experiences with this would fill pages.

For those of you who don’t know us, Mindi is an RN in real life.

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Our Stay in Boquete comes to an End

In late February, about six weeks after we arrived in Boquete, Karen’s son collapsed at work. He was 19. At the hospital, they found his heart was only pumping 10% of normal. He was rushed to Dallas so his father could care for him. It was not at all clear he would survive: he had evidently caught a virus that had caused his heart to enlarge. In fact, his best friend in Marble Falls, TX had died the previous year of the same cause.

Karen returned to the US. Mindi and I remained. Mistress said she could only focus on her son, now, and she would let me know when we could return. In October, she said we could return with our pre-scheduled departure date of December 19. Patrick’s heart was being “assisted” by a battery-driven power pack that he wore around his waist. If the batteries were to lose their charge and he was away from the charging unit, he would die within three minutes. He was on the heart-transplant list for Texas, but he was very young and had a very slim body. The wait would last nearly two years before he had a heart transplant.

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How we Decided to Move to Boquete, Panama

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This is the view of Boquete from the Visitor's Center at the top of the hill just before you drop down into this valley. Boquete is at an elevation of about 3,800'.  The bungalo we rented for the year was about a thousand feet higher. The 5,000' elevation point was about two miles up the road past our lovely home.

Summary post: It happened on a Sunday evening. We were all in the living room of our spacious 4-bedroom apartment leading an undisturbed life of high protocol M/s and traveling the country making presentations. As it was February, we had a fire going in the fireplace. We had finished a lovely full-formal dress dinner and were in the living room. Out of the blue, Mistress made a declarative statement: “I’ve decided to move abroad and teach English, preferably in an orphanage.” Looking directly at me she asked: “Are you coming with me?”

“Well, yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress. Where are we going?” I said, realizing that I was at my absolute peak of my conference presentations around the country; I was in high demand. I’d already been out to three that year and had something like nine to go.

“You will help decide that. You have two months to prepare a briefing book for me. You are limited to five choices. I want pros and cons for each. Remember, I like to boss around little oriental men,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress. And when will we be leaving and returning?” I asked.

“We will let slave mindi have the Christmas Holidays with her family and then leave. I want to be out of the US by the third week of January. I have no plans at this point to return.”

Wow. As in we have a two-car garage packed with “stuff” and a storage facility out in Liberty Hill and a 1,700 square foot apartment.

At the end of the two months, I’d prepared a briefing book. It said: South Korea—best ESL salaries, very risky because of North Korea. Would have to teach away from Seoul for best salaries. Mainland China: our kink would not be tolerated, too risky. Taipai—very sophisticated and upscale, but we’ll still have troubles with our kink. Tailand—very possible. It would be a lot of fun and a great home base for photography all around that part of the world. VERY hot and humid. Boquete, Panama—recommended by a close friend who had lived there many years and was a former special forces guy. Said that knowing us, we’d integrate better there and it has a solid ex-pat community.

Extensive research into Boquete gave us a favorable impression. There seemed to be ex-pats who would help smooth the way.

Mid-summer, we took a one-week trip down there, accompanied by Jac (owner of The Jungle, already mentioned). He knows a lot about a lot.

We loved it; he hated it. We said we thought we’d do it; he said that the savings from living there would be eaten up in round-trip airfares returning to the US.

I worked out a time-and-task chart and got to work. I purchased all the tickets, found out how to rent a 10.5’ x 40’ cargo container, and Paul let us install it on his property far out in the country southeast of San Antonio. It was in place by early December.

In early December we had Rose and Blake (our favorite movers ever) transfer everything.  

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Squirms, Screams and Squirts:  Going from Great Sex to Extraordinary Sex

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Once I realized that M/s Relations and Protocols were really autobiographies about the way mindi and I were in the world, I also realized we’d left the sexual part out. However, the kind of sex we did was a little different from Vanilla sex. Because of this I decided to tackle the idea of writing a book about “advanced” sex techniques. I decided it should feature dildos, vibrators, fingering, licking, and erotic shaving.

It took me over a year to pull the material together and to take the photos that I’d use as illustrations. As it was nearing completion, Herbert asked about the title. I have no idea what I said, but he essentially vetoed that title and suggested: “Squirms, Screams, and Squirts.” For a gay man, I thought that was extraordinary. At any rate, after I added the tag line, “Handbook for going from great sex to extraordinary sex,” we released it.

I can’t remember quite why, but I gave a copy to Stacey Bean. She’s sort-of been on the fringes of my world for some time. She’s really an Internet sub and had a lot of trouble integrating into the Austin scene. At any rate, she was “chat pals” with Hugh Heffner’s partner/girlfriend/main-squeeze and Stacey posted something about the book.

The next thing I know, Herbert is calling asking what I did.

About what?” I asked.

What did you do to get triple-s (as we called it) to sell? Have you seen your Amazon numbers?”

Nope, haven’t seen them and I haven’t done anything.” I replied

It turned out that Playboy Online picked up the book and recommended it as the #1 gift book for Valentine’s Day 2008.

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Once Playboy put the book up just before Valentine’s day in 2008, Penthouse Forum contacted me about running a free promotional. Here that is…

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Sales took off.

NOTE: That book ended up selling over 12,000 Amazon copies and remained in the 2,000-14,000 sales ran for about three years. Pretty amazing.

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Fetishizing our Dinners

 Since I’m revealing quite a bit about myself and my life in these blogs, they just wouldn’t be complete without describing how Mistress, slave mindi, and I dressed for dinners.

This is going to be a “visual blog” rather than a written blog…

Here is a shot of the three of us… 

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Dressing Mistress for Dinner…

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This is a formal shot of Mistress and I… 

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And THIS is slave mindi in all her glory!! 

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To round out this set, here I am with mindi…

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Sadly, I don’t seem to have any saved pictures of ourselves at Table. An oversight.

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Writing Books

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Herbert came over to our home in Lago Vista for a photo shoot last week. I was in my office. Herbert knocked on the front door, opened it, and called out: “Halooo, halloo” as he let himself in. He knew where I was. This all happened so quickly that he appeared before I had time to get out of my chair.

What are you writing?” he asked.

slave mindi’s protocol manual,” I replied.

Let me see that,” he said. I handed him what I had thus far written and printed out. He thumbed through it.

There’s nothing like this in print.” he declared.

I don’t think there’s a market for a protocols book. Everyone has to make their own.”

The last book that covered this kind of material was by Larry Townsend in 1979.”

What didn’t you understand about what I just said?” I asked.

What do you not understand about the fact that I’m the publisher in the room.” He replied. “How long will it take you to get this into publishable shape?”

About two months.” I stated.

Good. Shall we say September 15th, then?”

NOTE: This book, “Protocol handbook for the female slave: theory and practice” was the first of my non-fiction books about the M/s life. It turned out to be the start of a long string of books that continues to this day. I shot the cover photo. This was my slave's actual protocol manual. It is a snapshot in time of the way we lived from about 2006-2010.

Herbert ended up publishing about a dozen of my books over the years, a magazine that lasted a year, and six small books in the “Power Exchange Resource Series” group.

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