Our trip to Salem is going to be an amazing adventure. Kinkfest should prove to be quite wonderful with it's offerings of workshops, vendors, and play opportunities. Our own private play will prove to be, as always, simply delicious. The best of friends, the best of bdsm, it will be an adventure to remember for a lifetime.
We have room for one additional person to travel and stay with us, we would like that person to be a fun and exciting female submissive.
We can assure anyone who may be interested in contacting us about this that all play will be within the constraints of SSC and RACK, and that all limits will be respected at all times. We can also assure anyone who may be interested in contacting us about this that it will prove to be a tremendously fun, intensely exciting, trip. Perhaps even a long term relationship that will grow from the trip.
If you are interested in joining our adventure to Salem, please email at:
rollingsilver@gmail.com
We would greatly enjoy getting to know you, and will do all we can to answer your questions about us.
The adventure can begin today, send an email, let's start to get to know each other.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
The Maiden Voyage
About a month from now we will take The Rolling Silver Orgasm on her maiden voyage, down to Salem Oregon.
There will be 4 of us on the trip, Milliscent, her partner Cam, her lover E, and Tammy the Bondage Slut. Luckily our tow vehicle seats plenty.
Even the drive down should be tremendous fun, plugged boy butts and potholes are always a great combination, restrictive bondage seems a perfect way for Tammy to travel, nipple clamps and our hostess teasing truckers as we roll down the road. As always, the possibilities are endless.
In Salem we will be parking and staying at a large and well appointed private dungeon owned by very good friends. A submissive couple, delicious! We have not yet visited their dungeon, but they are the builders of some of the major equipment within Studio Milliscent so we know that it will be truly wonderful.
We have been friends for a long time, it will be great to see them again, tremendous to share some fine wine with them again, and truly amazing to beat them both silly again!
Whatever shall we do together each night?
Whimpers and screams, groans and moans. Bruises and welts, tears and sweat. Leather and oil, sex and candles. Latex and skin, ropes and whips.
Poor E, he probably will be unable to sit comfortably for a week on his bruised and battered butt. It does seem that Milliscent can swing the cane for hours, severe cane work four nights in a row, however will the poor boy handle it.
Poor Tammy, bound, tied, cruel and painful bondage. Gagged, blindfolded, needing to cum, needing it so badly. Knowing that inches away from her bound and brutalized body the unbound, the free, make love, experience the ecstasy she is denied.
Our hosts, our friends from Salem.
How he shall suffer. Pain intermixed with pleasure, bondage intermixed with release, discipline intermixed with caresses, cruelty intermixed with love. A picture of submission, he shall once again become the perfect toy.
How she shall perform. Screaming as she cums, cums for our amusement. Moaning as she is whipped, whipped as our property. A mirror of her mate, another picture of submission, another perfect toy.
The reason for our trip? Kinkfest 2008 in Portland Oregon.
Our days and evenings shall be spent there, our wild playtime in the Salem Dungeon, our more intimate playtime within The Rolling Silver Orgasm. How much erotic energy will build within it? How many orgasm's can it contain? We shall see, we shall learn, we suppose.
The trip will prove to be four intense erotic days. Here we have mentioned only the evenings, only our times alone. Just think what will happen at the nightly Kinkfest play parties! It will be wild, it will be intense, like all such things it will be erotic life on a grand scale.
If you are attending Kinkfest you will certainly see us there. If you do, and if the thought of joining us for our late night adventures interests you please don't hesitate to introduce yourself. We always love meeting new people, playing with new people.
Our only request and requirement is that single males don't ask to join us back at The Rolling Silver Orgasm. We just will not be able to accommodate such requests. Single females, couples, poly 3somes and moresomes, single passable transgendered folks, we would love to have you join us one fine night. We know that each night will be a mind boggling fun time!
Don't know how to recognize us? Look around the blog, click some links, Milliscent's photos abound upon the web.
There will be 4 of us on the trip, Milliscent, her partner Cam, her lover E, and Tammy the Bondage Slut. Luckily our tow vehicle seats plenty.
Even the drive down should be tremendous fun, plugged boy butts and potholes are always a great combination, restrictive bondage seems a perfect way for Tammy to travel, nipple clamps and our hostess teasing truckers as we roll down the road. As always, the possibilities are endless.
In Salem we will be parking and staying at a large and well appointed private dungeon owned by very good friends. A submissive couple, delicious! We have not yet visited their dungeon, but they are the builders of some of the major equipment within Studio Milliscent so we know that it will be truly wonderful.
We have been friends for a long time, it will be great to see them again, tremendous to share some fine wine with them again, and truly amazing to beat them both silly again!
Whatever shall we do together each night?
Whimpers and screams, groans and moans. Bruises and welts, tears and sweat. Leather and oil, sex and candles. Latex and skin, ropes and whips.
Poor E, he probably will be unable to sit comfortably for a week on his bruised and battered butt. It does seem that Milliscent can swing the cane for hours, severe cane work four nights in a row, however will the poor boy handle it.
Poor Tammy, bound, tied, cruel and painful bondage. Gagged, blindfolded, needing to cum, needing it so badly. Knowing that inches away from her bound and brutalized body the unbound, the free, make love, experience the ecstasy she is denied.
Our hosts, our friends from Salem.
How he shall suffer. Pain intermixed with pleasure, bondage intermixed with release, discipline intermixed with caresses, cruelty intermixed with love. A picture of submission, he shall once again become the perfect toy.
How she shall perform. Screaming as she cums, cums for our amusement. Moaning as she is whipped, whipped as our property. A mirror of her mate, another picture of submission, another perfect toy.
The reason for our trip? Kinkfest 2008 in Portland Oregon.
Our days and evenings shall be spent there, our wild playtime in the Salem Dungeon, our more intimate playtime within The Rolling Silver Orgasm. How much erotic energy will build within it? How many orgasm's can it contain? We shall see, we shall learn, we suppose.
The trip will prove to be four intense erotic days. Here we have mentioned only the evenings, only our times alone. Just think what will happen at the nightly Kinkfest play parties! It will be wild, it will be intense, like all such things it will be erotic life on a grand scale.
If you are attending Kinkfest you will certainly see us there. If you do, and if the thought of joining us for our late night adventures interests you please don't hesitate to introduce yourself. We always love meeting new people, playing with new people.
Our only request and requirement is that single males don't ask to join us back at The Rolling Silver Orgasm. We just will not be able to accommodate such requests. Single females, couples, poly 3somes and moresomes, single passable transgendered folks, we would love to have you join us one fine night. We know that each night will be a mind boggling fun time!
Don't know how to recognize us? Look around the blog, click some links, Milliscent's photos abound upon the web.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Why This Little Blog?
Because I love fetishes, I love creating fetishes in those whom I get to play with often. Because I want to create a new fetish for you, the submissive boys and girls who read this little blog.
Airstream is a perfect fetish object. A warm protective cocoon. Shiny. Shaped with a hint of the erotic.
Evocative, shaped for penetration, built to penetrate the wind, but the principal remains the same for the flesh. Shiny metal, cool, clean, smooth penetration.
Long, rounded front. Wouldn't the exact shape work perfectly, downsized for a chastity device held in place with piercings. Shiny metal, holding his cock, holding it under my lock and key.
Look at an Airstream, look at photographs of polished vintage Airstreams. See that what I say holds true.
I want you, my submissive readers to read my true stories here.
I want you, my submissive readers to masturbate, to cum while reading my true stories here.
I know that you will do so, I know that in time it will create a new fetish within you.
Submissive boys, I want to develop this fetish within you. I want you to cum reading about my adventures. Cum often. It will ensure that the fetish grows within you. It will ensure that you get hard when you see an Airstream on the highway. Hard watching the silver roll by. Hard for me.
Submissive girls, I want to develop this fetish within you. I want you to touch yourself while reading about my adventures. To cum, to cum often. It will ensure that the fetish grows within you. It will ensue that you get warm and wet when you see an Airstream on the highway. Warm and wet watching the silver roll by. Warm and Wet for me.
I want you hard, I want you wet, I want you wondering. Wondering about the Airstream you see. Wondering about me.
Am I in that Airstream?
Am I riding down the highway, nude, touching myself to pass the time and bother the poor chastity boys?
Is the fellow driving down the highway, pulling that Airstream doing it with a massive plug transmitting every bump deep into his ass? Has he been allowed to cum within the last month?
Is there a cute little slavegirl bound in the truck? Bound, clamped, her cunt stretched, a vibrating egg implanted deep inside?
Maybe you see an Airstream in a campground.
I want you looking at it. I want you thinking about it. I want you hard, I want you wet, all for me. I want you wondering, wondering about me.
Am I within that shiny cocoon?
Am I attended by slaves, tongues on my body, lips and mouths providing me the ultimate in pleasure?
Is it temporary home to a slaveboy, bound, beaten, moaning in pain, moaning in denial, moaning while suffering under my cruelty, moaning in pleasure as he worships his goddess?
Is it temporary home to a beautiful slavegirl, bound, raped, used as a sex toy for me, for my men. Feeling the ultimate pleasure, absolute pain. Screaming her orgasm, screaming her humiliation, serving her cruel Master?
When you see that Airstream wonder. Wonder about me.
Let the fetish grow, grow within you. Bliss lies upon the road ahead.
Airstream is a perfect fetish object. A warm protective cocoon. Shiny. Shaped with a hint of the erotic.
Evocative, shaped for penetration, built to penetrate the wind, but the principal remains the same for the flesh. Shiny metal, cool, clean, smooth penetration.
Long, rounded front. Wouldn't the exact shape work perfectly, downsized for a chastity device held in place with piercings. Shiny metal, holding his cock, holding it under my lock and key.
Look at an Airstream, look at photographs of polished vintage Airstreams. See that what I say holds true.
I want you, my submissive readers to read my true stories here.
I want you, my submissive readers to masturbate, to cum while reading my true stories here.
I know that you will do so, I know that in time it will create a new fetish within you.
Submissive boys, I want to develop this fetish within you. I want you to cum reading about my adventures. Cum often. It will ensure that the fetish grows within you. It will ensure that you get hard when you see an Airstream on the highway. Hard watching the silver roll by. Hard for me.
Submissive girls, I want to develop this fetish within you. I want you to touch yourself while reading about my adventures. To cum, to cum often. It will ensure that the fetish grows within you. It will ensue that you get warm and wet when you see an Airstream on the highway. Warm and wet watching the silver roll by. Warm and Wet for me.
I want you hard, I want you wet, I want you wondering. Wondering about the Airstream you see. Wondering about me.
Am I in that Airstream?
Am I riding down the highway, nude, touching myself to pass the time and bother the poor chastity boys?
Is the fellow driving down the highway, pulling that Airstream doing it with a massive plug transmitting every bump deep into his ass? Has he been allowed to cum within the last month?
Is there a cute little slavegirl bound in the truck? Bound, clamped, her cunt stretched, a vibrating egg implanted deep inside?
Maybe you see an Airstream in a campground.
I want you looking at it. I want you thinking about it. I want you hard, I want you wet, all for me. I want you wondering, wondering about me.
Am I within that shiny cocoon?
Am I attended by slaves, tongues on my body, lips and mouths providing me the ultimate in pleasure?
Is it temporary home to a slaveboy, bound, beaten, moaning in pain, moaning in denial, moaning while suffering under my cruelty, moaning in pleasure as he worships his goddess?
Is it temporary home to a beautiful slavegirl, bound, raped, used as a sex toy for me, for my men. Feeling the ultimate pleasure, absolute pain. Screaming her orgasm, screaming her humiliation, serving her cruel Master?
When you see that Airstream wonder. Wonder about me.
Let the fetish grow, grow within you. Bliss lies upon the road ahead.
The Rolling Silver Orgasm
Join me, join us as we adventure in our vintage Airstream, affectionately named The Rolling Silver Orgasm.
The adventure begins soon........
The adventure begins soon........
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