Caribbean Fetish Fest in Jamaica

It could have been the haircut. It might have been the latex. It probably had something to do with my sassiness. But somehow all these magical elements combined and I was off to Caribbean Fetish Fest in Jamaica for a week with a group of like-minded, kinky individuals--BDSM performers showcasing at Hedonism II for a week.

Most of the crew was from LA with a couple of additions from New York, Master Vito and his submissive; and aerialists/firespinners from Reno whom I promptly renamed the Reno sprites since they left a trail of glitter and delight in their wake. Tommy O. was there to attempt to photograph our deviant, hellacious entities.

We caught the tale end of another event, the Penthouse Key Girls. The one that took the cake was a lady we affectionately called "Candlewax Girl." Her performance included several lit candles and a sheet. I knew where this was going, but the audience seemed perplexed. She invited a couple of them up to the stage. She gave them candles, flipped herself over and instructed them to pour the white hot wax into her girly bits. I was delighted. She then dripped it across her magnificent breasts. Finally, she ended with her legs stradled over her torso like a contortionist and dripping hot wax into her ass. At that precise moment, I realized, life couldn't get any better than this.

But of course it did when our crew took over! We had some hot suspension from Master Vito, angle grinding sparks from Snow and Noir Halo, and oh just about everything else we were allowed to get away with on this island. The performances were really playful but steamy, it was a pleasure to be seated and comfortable while perving. I enjoyed seeing performances out of context where I could really concentrate and watch as opposed to being in a club where I'm distracted.

We did the resort stuff like laying about nude on the beach drinking fruity frozen concoctions. We went to Rick's Cafe, the infamous bar at the edge of the island where people dive off the cliffs. A couple of people from our group dove off the cliff; one Reno sprite managed to do flips that earned local praise. I went kayaking and sailing. Most of our time was spent saying, Damn, we are so awesome.

And we are.