Well, it's been a little while since the event, but I'll happily oblige:

The event is held at a ranch in a remote area of scrubby hills and dry grass. There are port-a-potties and other basics, but it is bring your own tent and food. I arrived after a long sleepless night in the ER (long story) in dire need of rest and relaxation.

Most of the guests were already there. It was a very hot day, so people were lounging and socializing in the shade. There was a large contingent of pups this time, and several ponies. Ponymistress Rebecca, the host, unfortunately wasn't able to attend, but there were several pony dommes. On the whole it was a very good mix of animals and trainers, with multiple energies, gay and het together, as rare as that sometimes is.

Eventually we sent the fox off to hide, giving him a good head start. We drank the traditional cup and set off on our way. I was in pony gear, lead by the lovely Mistress Liliane. The pups went bounding and baying ahead. It was a good hunt; the fox cunningly hid outside the prescribed boundaries. We caught him though, brought him back to camp, and punished him fiercely for his impropriety. He enjoyed it immensely.

D. from Seriousbondage.com had brought some of his metal gear, and the alpha pup had good fun chaining us all up together. Anubis, clad in latex from head to toe, made an appearance... a very impressive outfit. I got to show off some of my own gear to D.

Dinner was pot luck. The pups went off to their own camp and had fun eating chili out of bowls. One person had brought "Black Beauty" and projected it on a screen after dinner. As the night cooled us we could hear the Wiccan group, which was building a miniature stone henge across the valley from us, dancing to the strange sounds of digiridoo music. We decided they were probably sacrificing a virgin or something.

I realized I had, in my sleeplessness after a night in the ER, forgotten my sleeping bag. D. obliged, offering to lend me his neoprene bondage sleep sack. How could I resist? I snuggled securely into it, arms pinned by my sides, head covered by a latex hood and blindfold. Stuck till morning.

Those things should really be called sleep deprivation sacks. After a seemingly endless night, I was released to the wonderful feel of morning sun, drying the sweat from my body. We had breakfast, chatted some more. I told my stories of Headmistress Kahn, who ruled the British private school I went to in first grade with an iron fist, much to British ex-pat Mistress Liliane's amusement.

Finally it was time to depart, and I realized I had thirty miles to drive on a twisting mountain road, not having slept for the previous two nights. I really should have thought of that before I volunteered for the sleep sack, I suppose.

I made it home though, had a McDonald's milkshake to satisfy my desparate craving, and slept for two days straight. A wonderful weekend, and just what I needed.

Midnight Pony