SINLESS 15: Uniforms Rule

One word: Wow.

This was a perfect party.

I must admit, at the beginning I had doubts. This was my first party without VinyLily. And while I had great confidence in Honeyhair, I was simply expecting the problems, mistakes and general fuckup's that happen when a changeover like this takes place.

Let me start at the beginning: We had a lot to do. Honey and I have been working on this party for a long time and we really wanted it to be a special one. We were considering bringing in other people to help with the shows, but then we decided it would be best to deliver a full night of Honey-and-Rev entertainment for all. So that's exactly what we did. But we had two major tasks to accomplish: Firstly, we had to bid farewell to VinyLily. Secondly, we had to celebrate the theme of uniforms.

People were asking all night "where is Lily?" or "why are you here?" It seems many people thought that VinyLily would be at this party. Sadly, she could not come as plans changed and she left earlier than expected. She was heart-broken over this but some things can't be changed. Many people also seemed to think that I was going with her. I am not sure how anyone understood this from the messages and announcements I created. But to be fair, it can be difficult for many people here to understand how two paths can separate like this. Many would say it's not normal. But then again, what is "normal?" If you are reading this blog, then you are probably not normal either.

So, a farewell to VinyLily: Let me tell you, people - I had not seen a dress rehearsal of this show before the party. So when Honey put on the full VinyLily costume, it got kinda creepy. It was Lily, but not Lily. It was actually as if someone took Lily and put her on the rack and stretched her out. A long version of Lily. I had a moment backstage when reality twisted a bit, but that's been happening a lot to me lately with so many crazy changes, so it didn't phase me too much. That, and I didn't have time to really focus on it. The show must go on, after all. So up we went. I really don't know how many people got "the joke." Many people there knew VinyLily, but I had many new guests too. I can't even begin to imagine what they were thinking.


The show starts with black rose...

We bid VinyLily farewell and welcomed Honeyhair to the Sinless family. I will officially say once again: She is amazing, beautiful, detailed, organized and brilliant. She is an amazing assistant... and much better to look at than me. So I am super happy that she is at my side.



Sinless continues on...

We thought of so many possible shows for this uniform night. Really, if you think about it, the possibilities are endless. We could have done a nurse and doctor, a priest and nun, a police officer and a criminal... really endless. But I have these clothes that were left to me by my grandfather. They are his official army clothes from his time in service in the American army in World War II. He was stationed in Germany and moved through to the Czech border. Im betting that he never thought these things of his would return to Europe and continue his journey. Im also betting he never thought they would debut themselves on a fetish stage. My grandfather was a very special man to me and loved him very much. He would probably be extremely shocked by what I am doing. But in some way, I also believe he would get a good chuckle out if. He was a very strong and powerful man who ruled his world absolutely. He appreciated good jokes, strong men and even stronger cigarettes. I like to think that seeing me have a smoke and beer and paddle pretty house maid just might make him smile.


I put on some Ella Fitzgerald for this show and let the good times roll. It turned out to be a blast, a real retro pinup performance. I spanked Honey to the beat of the music and the audience was loving it. I could hear people laughing and enjoying themselves. That made me feel great...and encouraged me to keep spanking Honey all the way to the end of the song. She didn't expect that. She also didn't expect me to paddle her so hard. She also didn't expect her ass to be so red. But she never complained. Not once. In fact, she said she liked it.


Yes, Honey will be a good assistant, indeed...

What next? The final performance: the soldier returns from war. This uniform show presented a fetish that I personally connect very strongly with: unconsciousness. To many people the idea of taking advantage of a sleeping person is a huge turn-on. Let me officially state: I do NOT condone actually taking advantage of someone who is unconscious. That is called rape. But the fantasy of it is fascinating to me... especially a woman doing it to a man. So the nurse falls for the soldier, drugs him up and does what she likes.


Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see from the photos, this was a very difficult show for me. So much to do... so much to remember... so much to endure... I know, many of you are asking "Rev, how did you ever survive this?" Sigh. Yes, it's not easy having a beautiful latex-clad vixen rub herself all over your body. But that's the kind of sacrifice I am willing to make to provide high-quality entertainment to all of you wonderful kinksters out there...


And the show ends with a black rose...

(NOTE: To be perfectly honest: I don't know if this was a good show or not. Really. I never saw it. If someone could tell me how it was, that would be really cool. I'd love to know what it looked like...)

The rest of the night went superbly. There was a surprising amount of guests at this party. I once again had visitors, not only from Czech, but from other countries as well. I'm starting to wonder if Sinless is finally becoming a proper fetish party. I saw nuns and nurses and officers and flight attendants and so much more... I saw a tall beautiful brunette in red that I sincerely hope comes back again someday. Everyone got into the night full-on, it seems. I love it when people play. I mean, it's great to have a full club. It's great to have good shows. It's great to have music and drink and conversation. But when people play...and I mean really PLAY...that's when my heart soars. And everyone else loves it too. It usually just takes one couple to say "let's do it" and then the whole club lights up with energy and games.

It was a perfect party. It was a powerful night.

"The queen is dead. Long live the queen."

I am excited for what the future holds.

SINLESS 14: On The Leash

"Maybe martians could do better than we've done.
We'll make great pets."

The first ever Sinless pet show was a great success. I was actually quite surprised. I half-expected people to be bored. But those special Wednesday night kinksters really came through. Many people expressed how much they loved the concept of the night and that made my twisted little heart glow.

So now you might be asking "What was this night?" Well, if you are asking this, then shame on you. You should have been there.

Sigh.

I will forgive you.

Just this once.



We had a change in our Siren line-up this evening. For the first time in Sinless history, Lily allowed someone else to take the stage for the Sinless party night intro. The one and only Honeyhair came crawling out in a luscious catsuit to play the pussy cat with me. Damn, this girl knows how to crawl. How am I supposed to remember my lines?

Then it was time to change the pussy to a puppy.



Rev had a romantic night planned for Lily, but the naughty puppy couldn't resist the cake left out on the table... (lord, where do I get this stuff? Maybe I should watch less porn) Well, a naughty pup needs to be washed, punished and re-trained.







Another smash performance by Honeyhair with a little support from VinyLily brings down the house. I wasn't too bad, either. But it's easy to look good when you are surrounded by such beauty and talent, so I won't pat myself on the back too much.

In the end, a properly clean and wet and delicious Honeypuppy had a big old smile and very red bum. I think we will be seeing more of her on stage in the coming months...



(Now what the hell do I do with this giant black tub that's sitting in my studio??)

After opening the night, we introduced the rules. It was a human pet show. Owners and animals. So the rules of the night were quite simple:

- every animal must be an animal all night.
- an animal must crawl on all fours.
- an animal can only speak a human language to it's Owner.

I was really happy to see everyone who had a pet with them jump in and get into the spirit of things. When people play along, the night really lights up. Nothing is more tedious than people who sit and stare. It's like those people that show up to a costume party but don't dress up. People like that should be stripped and beaten.
Oh wait. They like that at my parties...

Then it was on to the games...

I arranged a few pet games for this night. First off we had "Fill It Up." This is a water dish race. Three couples volunteered - male Owners and female bitch pups. The pups had to take a small cup of water in their mouths from their Owners and race across the floor on their hands and knees and fill a large drinking bowl. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth these determined little ladies raced. It was interesting to see the physical skill involved in this game. It's hard to explain in writing, but it involved a lot of flexibility and strength of the neck to tilt the little cups in the right way, to get the most water into the bowls. What that says about the training of a girl's neck muscles, I will leave that to you to imagine.

I was the judge, so it was necessary for me to be down on the floor where the bowls were. I swear, it was for professional reasons only. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that being there was the best place to watch these pups' asses while they were crawling back and forth. No! What do you think I'm some kind of pervert?! Wait. Don't answer that. Let's just move on.

Prizes were awarded and the next game commenced:

This game is called "Find your Master." Again three wonderful couples jumped into the game. Lily took the animals to a separate room and blindfolded them. I took the Owners to another part of the club and explained the rules. The animals would be let out onto the club floor, where they must crawl on their hands and knees, searching for their Owners. The first one to find her Owner wins. They cannot see and the Owners must not speak or make any sounds to help them. This results in three gorgeous blindfolded women crawling all over everyone in the club in an attempt to locate their Master.

This game was hilarious. I loved watching it unfold. The three girl pups were all so very different. One was very careful, trying to feel out the whole space. One was rather methodical, trying to check and remember each person she crawled on. And one was a little demon, wildly thrashing out left and right, grabbing anyone she could as fast as possible.

But I didn't make it easy on them. I added a twist. Because I'm a jerk...I mean... sadist. I took all the Owners and put them in the empty hot tub for the start of the game. Thus, for about 5-10 minutes, the girls were fruitlessly slipping and sliding all over everyone in the club - except their Owners. Then I took the Owners out, put them various posts and waited. I must admit, when the winner found her man it was adorable. She felt his leather pants and you could see her brain say "Ok, leather. That's a start, but everyone in this damn place is wearing leather." She felt his crotch and wasn't sure if she should explore that or not... She grabbed his shirt and you could see her thinking "Yes, maybe, yes...I think so..." Then she touched his face, like a blind person trying to remember a new face. And then it came to her, "I've got Him." I've rarely seen such a smile.

More prizes, more smiles, more drinks, more music, more crawling...

The night went on in it's usual, wonderful, wild, bizarre, sinfully sinless way...with stories that I can never tell you...

An image in my head:

A beautiful servant's ass is sticking up in the air from the floor, where she waits patiently on her hands and knees, as I work at the computer. Her wanting pussy is in full view, whenever I care to cast my gaze away from my screen. She doesn't make a sound, doesn't shift a muscle. She only waits.

dream communication 03

I was on stage again.

(Why is it always a stage in these dreams...my whole life...how pathetically Shakespearean my subconscious is...)

So I'm on stage. Again. I have a headset. I'm the star and I'm the director and I'm the stage manager and I'm trying to take care of a group of my friends and make sure they find their VIP seats and enjoy the show.

The headset is not working. No one can hear me.

Now I'm wearing some crazy purple dress.

I'm screaming into the headset, I'm cursing at the assistants.

The headset is working. Everyone heard that.

I'm looking for you in the audience, but I can't find you...

Now I'm wearing my clothing but someone is trying to put an 80's blonde glam-rock wig on me.

My friends are pissed off.

You never showed up...


Then I realize this IS the show.

And the show is my reality.


Time to wake up.

Time to go to work.

A Master's Responsibility

Open Question:

Is a Master or Mistress responsible for a submissive's entire life from the moment they begin to play? Is it a Master's job to make decisions for the sub's life and well-being from the first session of play? Who should decide the limit of a Mistress into Her sub's life... Her or the sub?

Hm...

So it's been awhile again... Rev's been busy.

Hm. What to write? I'd love to write a great re-cap of Latextasy 2, but that simply is not going to happen, there's so much to write I don't think I can do manage it. I will say this:

It was a party to end all parties: contributors from all over Czech Republic came to represent themselves and show off their stylings. Awesome shows and incredible models and wonderful guests...A great many thanks go out to Yelen, Mistress Adrienne, Latex Fashion, AdeMa, and MH Sexshop!



If you weren't there you missed the rubber party to end all rubber parties...

But what I've really been thinking about lately is...

Slavery. It's a fascinating concept. For so many centuries of human history we have struggled, fought, and waged wars against it.

We have enslaved entire nations. We have destroyed nations in the name of freedom. We have enslaved again.

And every time the topic is mentioned, almost all people will gravely nod their heads and agree: slavery is wrong.

So it leaves me thinking: where are we today, in this modern world, where there are so many people begging to be slaves? If you meet someone and she wants to be your slave, is dying to be your slave, is begging you to be your slave...what does that truly mean, in the grand scheme of things?

Is it a sign that we are more aware of ourselves as a whole, as human beings? Are we, as a whole, coming to the understanding that some of us need to be enslaved and thusly, that some of us need to enslave them? Or has that understanding always been there throughout all time, and only in recent years are we less afraid to flaunt it, to ask for it, to show it off...?

SINLESS 12: Pure BDSM

I know what you're thinking, "A blog post, Rev, finally!" Well, all I can say in reply is, "Taxes suck." It's been a busy month, but better late than never, right?

So here we go:

Pure BDSM was super fun. I was surprised by how many people came out to play at this one.

I have a theory about it regarding the name of the party. (I am a bit of a specialist in advertising and marketing. I find it fascinating how society is shaped by media. It's a focal point of much of my art.)



As I've mentioned before on this blog, here in Czech there is a tendency to call an establishment exactly what it is. A potraviny is often called "potraviny" and nothing more. Whereas in more capitalistic countries, one would name his corner store something flashy to catch your attention and make you remember it.

Many people have mistakenly thought that Sinless is a swinger's party only because I rent a swinger's club to have my party.



So I thought about it and came one step further: what if people are thinking the same way about my party themes? If they see a poster that says "Easter Bunny Fetish Party" do they think, "Well, I don't have a fetish for rabbits, so I will just wait until they have a BDSM party." So I decided to test this theory and, in the spirit of that wildly-named potraviny, I called my BDSM party simply "BDSM Party" (I still couldn't resist my American capitalist urge to add a little color to the English version of the flyer and call it "Pure BDSM'")

Perhaps this called out to more people. Or perhaps it was just a coincidence that more people came to this one. In either case, I am well pleased by the event.

The sad thing is that, if my theory is correct, then a lot of people have been missing out on some great parties. Every Sinless party involves BDSM play and fetish elements from all walks of life. Even if we have sexy Easter bunnies hopping around, that's just the frosting on top of it all. On top of my special brand of fetish and BDSM life.



Our dance show was again courtesy of Trn v Oku (www.trnvoku.cz) an incredible ensemble of very talented women. They performed a cabaret number to warm up the evening. Some people have criticized me on having shows that are not "fetish" enough. Personally, I think that the entire night is a fetish experience. And I like to be entertained by a variety of styles, not just "bring in slave, torture slave, exit slave" When I sit back, in my favorite vinyl pants, with a glass of wine in my hand, in room full of fellow deviants and I watch some delightfully sexy girls wearing collars and holding whips performing a cabaret dance........I feel as alive in my kinky little soul as I do when I'm punishing my slave. If that's not a fetish experience, then what is?

The shows were a little different at this party. For most of my parties, I try my best to mix BDSM and fetish elements into the themes of the party, while keeping things at a very high level of entertainment. But here, there was no extra theme to throw in the mix, so show creation was about focusing on the elements of BDSM. As anyone who has ever done theatre will tell you, expressing a psychological concept without dialogue is next to impossible. Expressing "domination" purely on it's own, without any bondage or punishment, without anything except that one mental/spiritual link can be terribly challenging to convey to an audience. It requires so much subtlety, and consequently, these shows can be extremely boring to watch. Observing a Dominant top his sub can be a lovely, touching and exciting thing...when done in the "reality" of personal play. But everything on stage must be bigger than life. Watching a Dominant top his sub on stage is like watching a hypnotist put a spell on his assistant (instead of someone from the audience). There's no conflict, no tension, no surprise, no drama. You know the sub will do whatever the Dom says, and that's all there is. For this, I had an idea to mix tasks. I always start the party off with an intro and my slave translates...



Well, I decided to give her double-duty and watch her balancing skills as I stacked teacups, one upon the next, in her hands. It's a simple domination, the giving of multiple tasks, seeing if the slave can remain focused on fulfilling all her Master's desires. Lily performed quite well. (perhaps, a little too well. next time I must double the amount of cups.) Did it convey "domination?" I'm not sure. I enjoyed playing it. And I think it reached the audience...if you were there, throw a comment my way, I'd love to know what you thought of it!




The bondage show was amazing, as always, Murhaaya created pure art with rope. This month's masterpiece involved one of my dancers in an intricate suspension inside my cage. She had never been suspended before and she told me afterwards that she loved it. Of course, throughout the show, it was impossible for Lily and Honeyhair to keep their hands to themselves. A gorgeous girl all tied up is, as we say, a thing of beauty.



An SM show is the easiest of all shows. Just bring someone on stage and beat the hell out of them. I can't count how many times I've done this on stage. (cue: yawn) So to mix it up a bit, I found a masochist and gave him to Lily for her birthday. She was ecstatic. I've been training my little slave for over a year now in the Dominant Arts. She has a growing vicious streak in her and she is getting more and more comfortable with having power in her hands as the days go by. I have given her some lessons on punishment, but the best way to learn is by doing, no? So this show was dedicated to teaching Lily how to spank a masochist with bamboo. She loved it. I loved it. He loved it. Everybody fucking loved it. She is still a bit too shy at the start...and by the time she really gets into it and wants blood, it's a little too late. But she's got a killer backhand (see kids, tennis really IS a worthwhile sport!) and can really deliver the blows well. She still has a long way to go til she reaches mastery, but life is in the journey, not the destination...and what a trip this is...

And on another note: we had a documentary crew join us for the evening. (no cameras, they just came to play) Apparently, they are doing a documentary for HBO on fetish and BDSM here in Czech Republic. They told me a story that was a little odd: they contacted Paradiso and went to the club to shoot the gothic room. (a lovely dark play room that would make Dracula blush) I found that simple fact a little funny. If one is creating a wide-coverage cultural documentary, why shoot one little room, when one could do a piece on a real fetish party? Strange. Lovely people though, and they seemed to have a very good time.

In the spirit of connecting a rather splintered fetish community, I contacted BDSM Shop and had the wonderful experience of talking to Nenufer again. We hadn't seen each other since Hell Party, almost a year ago. She and her Zuzanka met the call like champions. They brought a dazzling array of toys: whips, crops, floggers, paddles, collars, speculums, cuffs, on and on...I think there were some things there that some of my guests had never seen before. It was really something special to have them at Sinless. I believe that a proper fetish community should stand united. There are enough people against us in the vanilla world. We shouldn't be competing and backstabbing amongst ourselves. I think Nenufer and Zuzanka feel the same. They were so warm and happy and full of energy, it made me smile just to talk to them. I hope I will be seeing more of them soon. To see their full selection of naughty tools and toys go here: www.bdsmshop.cz



It's distracting, I know, but try to focus on the collar in the above photo. It's from BDSM Shop, and is Lily's newest favorite item.



Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn't mention Honeyhair. She arrived at the party in the most sinful latex dress I've ever seen. Lord, I love it when people know how to flaunt it. It was no surprise whatsoever that Honeyhair's bum was the star of the entire night. For more about her (and her bum) check out: www.honeyhair.net

All in all my guests seemed very happy. And when my guests are happy, I am happy. Everyone was very alive, running around from room to room. Some were playing, some were watching, some were in role, some were casually socializing...it was a great mix. I suppose I shall need to make more of these so-called...BDSM parties... :)

SINLESS: Behind the Scenes, January 2010

Honeyhair and VinyLily: Such a deliciously dangerous combination. The photo shoot for the next Sinless party, Pure BDSM, was pure fun. The girls came over to my studio in the early afternoon, settled in, and started getting ready.



It began as any other shoot, the girls had some tea, had some wine, set their makeup and costumes, had a little more wine...



...fussed with their costumes some more...



...and then we got started. They began with some standing poses to warm up, each one being her own princess. But then they slowly began to work as a team and create some beautiful compositions for me.



The hilarity of the shoot was the latex oil. Honeyhair was covered in it, and thus she left a nice puddle on the floor where she was rolling around. My floors simply weren't taking any of that. So as we all drank our wine and walked in and out of the studio, we all took turns on the slip 'n' slide.



As the shutter clicked away, they started to work more and more with each other. Each assuming a role and pushing each other further into the scene. In some places, it became more than "just a photo shoot." I wish I could show you those photos...





These two wonderful women have such a connection, it was like I wasn't even there. As a photographer, that's a great thing. I have the opportunity to simply capture the magic as it unfolds. There were so many amazing shots, it was pure torture choosing just one to be the final image for the flyer. Here's the runner-up:



So these are your Sinless stars this month. I say: pretty damn sexy. What do you think?

Seasons Greetings

The Prepostion "At"

In the English language, the preposition "at" is a very important word. It's a tiny word, only two letters. However, it carries much weight. Let's look at two examples:

"Sinless is at a swingers club."

This is much different than:

"Sinless is a swingers club."

It's a small difference, but a vital one. Sinless parties happen inside a swingers club, but it is NOT a swingers party. It is a fetish and BDSM party. This seems to be a very difficult concept for Czech people. I understand that commercialism is not a strong point in recent Czech history. It's true that if you have a potraviny, you name it "potraviny." And if the sign says "library" then it is a library. However, in this case the sign says "swingers" but it is a fetish party.



It makes perfect sense to me. Many fetish parties all over the world do this. And there is a very good reason for it: you cannot make a decent living off of being a fetish club owner. Very few people have built and successfully maintained their own fetish dungeons without having other income on the side. Thus, we fetish organizers live in the rental world. Fetish Party People in Goteborg, Sweden is one of my favorite spots to play. They share a space with a swingers night AND a gay night. Each organization takes turns throughout the month having their different parties there. German Fetish Ball has "couples only" play parties that are in lounges, bars, and residences. Fetish Grand Prix Brno is in a hotel. Does that mean FGP is a hotel? Of course not.



Sinless is in a swingers club, but it is NOT a swingers party. I rent the space. I like it there. It is luxurious and comfortable. The owners are open and understanding of sexual fetishes. And they even have their own St. Andrew's cross on the wall.



So why is it that I keep hearing about so-called fetishists that are afraid to come to Sinless because they think it's a swingers party? To me, that's shocking. In my mind, a fetishist is someone who has already broken the standard barriers of "should" and "shouldn't." A fetishist is someone who is unafraid of the different and the new. But if something as trivial as the location of the event is stopping one from exploring their fetish world, then I suppose they will miss all the wonders that Sinless has to offer...

SINLESS 11: Dirty Ol' Saint Nick

The Sinless Mikulsska was tons of fun. Saint Nick (aka Svaty Mikulas) was there and so was Santa Claus. Angels and devils were everywhere, as is the tradition in these Slavic parts. In Sinless style, the roles were reversed on Saint Nick this year, with devil holding the chains. He didn't seem to mind...too much. Then Trn v Oku returned in full force with a 3-part angels and devils performance with candles. Dark and sexy and beautiful. Then it was Santa's turn to show off. He put a new reindeer through a full three courses of training before our very eyes, and then gave out Sinless hard drives to everyone, for keepsaking their kinky holiday memories in 2010.

I loved this party. I had a blast. I've never done anything so thematic before, and it's a joy. I think fetish style is wonderful, but to add another layer on top...to say, "let's not just be fetish, but let's make fetish angels!" is so much fun. It's a challenge sometimes, but it adds another dimension to the night, to the costumes, to the overall energy. I've also never performed a pony training in public before. It was exhilarating. The control, the power, and the audience watching my every move...what a rush. And of course, Lily was the perfect reindeer in latex.



The Trn v Oku girls were amazing. For most of them, it was their first time in a fetish club, so it was a real eye-opener for them. But they really enjoyed the music and they got into the night themselves and had some fun. I think we will be seeing them again. For more about this wonderful dance troupe: www.trnvoku.cz







And here's one more photo from the vault where I really don't know what's happening. The plot is lost. But check out Mrs. Claus and her elf. That's likely the sexiest duo I've ever seen. Both these girls give endlessly of their time and energy. You might think "Those must be professional models" but no, my friends, I assure you, these two lovely souls do it for free. They just love the fetish life.