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BootCamp is the annual BDSM retreat for the Men of Discipline, our Associate Members and our guests. It is hosted alternately by the MOD San Francisco and MOD DC Chapters. In 2004 it was MODSF's turn to host it here on the West Coast.
BootCamp 2004 was an amazing experience for everyone involved. We had a lot of hot scenes, 28 hot men, great food and a fantastic location. What more could you ask? Well maybe to have it last another week..
some of our 2004 attendees We had some amazing stories and feedback from the weekend that we want to share with you. Please remember that all content here is the property of the Men of Discipline and may not be reproduced without our express permission. Read it, enjoy it, get off to it, tell other people to come see it, but please do not post it elsewhere. If you want to see more photos of the event please visit the PHOTOS link. -The Men of Discipline 1) Thanks for an excellent weekend!!! Hot intense scenes & people. Good mix of activities and free time and a great place! Platoons and Top Secret cards were a good way to get acquainted and they often led to much more than just what was on the card... The various activities provided a lot of interest and variety. One idea for the future would be some wrestling immediately following Twister while everyone is still oiled up. The ritual was really outstanding, especially the blindfold walk leading up to the Yurt and the actual commencement of the scenes - it really set the tone. There were several highlights over the weekend for me, but, as requested by the Colonel, I have written about this one in particular: 'Saturday night I hooked up with one of the DC guys I had been talking to on and off over the weekend. I knew he was into electricity and I am an electricity pig, but we didn't have any equipment, so we agreed to get into some bondage, TT and CBT. Cool - I could tell he was an experienced top so I was ready to give it up to him. First I was hooded and then eased into the sling in the dungeon. Restraints on my wrists and ankles were clipped up on the chains of the sling. My nipples were pretty raw from some heavy abuse Friday night and Saturday afternoon, so, when he first touched them, it hurt like hell and I winced and gasped. As he worked them harder, the pain was intense. I tried to concentrate on just accepting it and breathing. The familiar bite of clothespins being attached up and down my chest and on my balls and dick broke my concentration and sent me in a new direction. My dick was already dripping with excitement but then started to get hard and I was panting. Suddenly there was a new sensation - a neuro-wheel - rolling over my butt, coming closer and closer to my asshole. Teasing me and making me jump involuntarily, the wheel had me tingling all over. My breaths got shorter and shorter. And when he reached my chest and traveled around my tits I was in an agony of anticipation. Shaking. The wheel rolled on and on over me as I twitched and jumped and when the clothespins were ripped off one by one, I felt them all, gratefully. But then there was a lull, some whispering and more silence as I lay there panting, recovering. Then I heard a buzz - somewhere down around my leg. The hood was heavy but I was sure I had heard the crackle of electricity. I think I started quivering in anticipation at that. And I started to lose track of the exact sequence of things. I could tell that there were two men touching my body now and talking over my head. Then I felt the electricity on the inside of my thigh. Light, but startling at the same time. And then it was coming up my leg and around my crotch and I couldn't stop shaking. A jolt on my balls and I screamed. A zap on my dick and I jumped uncontrollably. And back down and up down and balls and dick and balls, making me writhe. Then it was on my chest and coming closer and closer to my nipples. "Can you take this on your tits?' I heard my master ask me. "I don't think so, I don't know" I started and he told me to take it. "Yes Sir" I said, "What was that?" He asked, "Yes SIR" "Louder" "YES SIR" And then the electro came up onto my tit and I thought I would faint for a minute. I think I started to scream then but I don't know. The searing burst of the electro came and went and it came back and it moved from tit to tit to dick and balls. I know I was screaming then; and breathing in great heaving gasps. I fought the restraints and twisted in the sling. And as the electro went down again over my balls and up my dick and to my tits one by one I was gasping and moaning and shouting, over and over. As the pain got more and more intense I started screaming But then something else happened and the very chains of the sling began to carry shocks and everything metal was electrified and the electricity was coming at me from more than just the wand - the neuro-wheel too? clips? chain? even the fillings in my teeth were sparking and I was on fire. The jolts were zapping me everywhere then and I was dragging myself up on my restraints,screaming and writhing which only made it worse and worse until I started to pass out. And then it was over and I was sweating and panting and my master was saying good boy and I lay there in the sling whimpering. The hood came off slowly and the two masters were there watching me. And that is how I went from panting to screaming to begging to whimpering on Saturday night. Thank you SIR.' So I realize this is kind of long and drawn out but I was trying to reconstruct what happened exactly because it is somewhat hazy to me and this is a compendium of not only what I remember but what I was told too. So - feel free to use it or not use it,edit or cut as you will, but thanks for this memory and the rest of the memories of the weekend. [TOP]
2) Bootcamp 2004 was exceptional -- and the most meaningful moments were those opportunities to connect with other men individually, through SM, and with the group as a whole, through ritual. I was most gratified and privileged to be able to take two men on their first single-tail whip journey. I hope for the best for MOD; this kind of weekend is priceless. Some of my favorite moments: being tied to a chair, blindfolded, and tickled-tortured until I shouted "PLEASE STOP SIR, I'M JUST A FUCKING PUSSY!"; the Colonel's Best Puppy Contest, and even PT before breakfast was a great way to start the day. [TOP]
3) It was a great weekend and I enjoyed the camaraderie of all the guys! You really did a great job of organizing a fun filled weekend! [TOP]
4) I had two incredible scenes -- first, I was flogged with three different types of floggers on the spanking bench in the dungeon instead of the St Andrews Cross. It was so intense that I had an orgasm. The second most
5) I just returned from boot camp weekend hosted by the Men of Discipline. Wow, what an amazing and challenging learning experience for me. A weekend filled with kinky sex play, s/m demonstrations and friendship. Now, mind you, I was without a doubt the least experienced attendee at boot camp when it comes to s/m play. Well, imagine me, with my s/m training wheels on, plopped for an entire weekend in the middle of all these experienced kinky men, including one couple named Tony and Victor, who have obviously both ascended the Mount Everest of intense s/m play. Despite my inexperience however, over the course of the weekend I always felt comfortable trying, or not trying, the various forms of s/m play presented to me. And in the process I learned some great new skills as well as a great deal about myself as a person. For example, I learned that I can take a relatively heavy flogging, thanks to one of the “top secret” cards I received and an accommodating man named Bob. Tony and Victor, the s/m experts, witnessed the experience so that Bob and I could earn our top secret points. Bob and I agreed that he would flog me for ten minutes, which he did, but when we finished our witnesses informed us that twenty-five minutes had passed. Hmmm…how did that time pass so quickly? Next, I learned that I enjoy fisting as a top. (Oh my God, there’s finally something that I like to do as a top. Woohoo!) For several weeks prior to boot camp, my friend and I had been trying to schedule a session where he could teach me how to get fisted but our work schedules and various colds kept foiling us. Our destiny met at boot camp. He asked me if I wanted to try fisting, and then suggested that I try fisting him. So, in the moonlight, I fisted him in a sling located ever-so-conveniently next to the swimming pool. While I fisted him and tried not to slip and fall on the Crisco-covered plastic tarp underneath the sling, he talked me through how to fist him while he moaned in ecstasy and his sphincter muscles gave me an incredible hand massage (I love hand massages). The most incredible part of the experience occurred when he released a guttural yell, finally opened up enough and literally sucked my entire hand inside him. When we cleaned up afterwards, he informed me that my hand is “not for beginners.” Later, I got to play top again, thanks to another top secret card that required me to hose a man down with cold water while he did 25 pushups and then 25 sit-ups for me while stripped down to a jockstrap. I really enjoyed doing this, it reminded of one of my favorite scenes from “An Officer and a Gentleman.” In another encounter, I tied another man to a tree and made him “squeal like a pig” while I slapped his balls. Later on, I untied another man’s belt using only my teeth while I was blindfolded, and then I sucked off two witnesses while the first man hit me with his belt. And, during the demonstration on play piercing, I volunteered to have my friend Santiago pierce a needle into my arm while another friend Stafford held my hands and helped me breathe through the experience (an amazing achievement for me, who turned down medical school because of my fear of blood and needles!) The weekend wasn’t all just about s/m either. Sometimes, it was about spending time with old and new friends, relaxing and laughing. I enjoyed my mealtime and hot tub conversations with the other attendees. My friend and I stole away to take a nap together one afternoon in a hammock strung between a towering grove of redwood trees (he is an amazing cuddler). My friend Stephe and I had many long conversations during the course of the weekend. One of the weekend’s most fun events, “Crisco Twister” had nothing to do with s/m, just good clean-cut naked slippery fun. And every day started with morning PT sessions hosted by Stafford, who possesses the amazing skill of enhancing the thrill of exercise with an edge of s/m (Stafford’s choice of a “Sound of Music” theme for morning PT certainly made it quite painful to endure [PT's were held on the property on a hill called Julie Andrew's Point]). I also sustained my one injury of the entire weekend during PT, when Stafford made us do pushups in the dirt and I got a splinter in my finger. Ouch. Saturday night’s festivities culminated with a group ritual that I would describe as nothing short of amazing. It required me to negotiate two “scenes” with a top (I chose my friend Cirus) and play them out in a group setting. Cirus and I agreed on a predicament bondage electro interrogation scene, in which Cirus would try to get me to say the name of the last man who got me off. Cirus is a master at electro play, which is one of my favorites, so I knew that I was safe and in good hands. At the appointed hour, Cirus tied me down, hooked me up, and then proceeded to shock me with his electric glove (a truly amazing invention). At one point, with Cirus demanding that I reveal the man’s name, I blurted out “Bambi” in an attempt to throw him off the track (OK, maybe Bambi wasn't the best name to use, but it was hard for me to focus at the time). This, of course, subjected me to additional abuse from Cirus, not only for lying about the name but for having sex with a “tranny.” Well, eventually Cirus succeeded in acquiring the name, but I put up a good fight along the way. All in all, boot camp was quite the weekend of new experiences for me. A part of me still really can’t believe that I did it! [TOP]
6) I had a great time this weekend. It took me days to come down from all the endorphins floating through my veins! My sexual energy feels recharged from trying out scenes I would not normally seek out =*& and in a comfortable, sane environment that let me concentrate on the experience. I really enjoyed the electrical play, flogging and caning, and I look forward to exploring Some of the events also gave me a chance to express my silly, mischievous self=)% like the PT in the morning to The Sound of Music, and the naked baby oil twister. How can you not have fun with a peeled banana and a sling? I really enjoyed the weekend and the chance to meet, and know better, the members of the MOD and their guests. Once again, thank you and the organizers for such a great weekend! [TOP] 7) Bootcamp was really awesome. MOD SF did a great job organizing the event. Once again it was one of those incredible bonding experiences. I was so glad to meet many wonderful new people and reconnect with the friends who mean the most to me. Wildwood was a fantastic locale to hold the event. Everyone was thrilled with the group SM ritual on Saturday night. It was a really provocative and spiritual experience. [TOP] |
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