Pink Saturday
ok onto the continuing saga of the trip to SF.....
Saturday was the dyke march followed by something called Pink Saturday which is where the dykes take of the Castro. Good times for sure! I got down to the Castro at about 4:30 wearing My leather daddy hat with a leather corset and some chaps ;) Oh I shouldn’t leave out the fishnets and very large paddle as they were an integral part of the ensemble. Traveling with out My peeps is very strange, usually I have at least one slave attending Me on all trips but this time I opted for more quit time and circumstances just didn’t permit someone joining Me for part of the trip. SO I headed down by Myself and just started to investigate hot spots. The place I settled on is called "The Bar on Castro". It had good music, cute boys and from the look of the patrons, good drinks ;) SO I headed in grabbed a seat at a table with some other people and order a yummy drink called a fruit of the loom. This tasty concoction was four different kinds of citrus vodka mixed with a splash of pineapple, Chambourd and a little orange juice. Can you say YUM? It was good so I had a few in short succession. I was to meet My photographer for the day but she was running late. oops ;) about 5 drinks later I was making friends left and right. The most amazing thing to Me about cute little gay boys is their infatuation with My breasts. The entire afternoon I heard " Honey I am sooo gay, but your tits are amazing" I asked them if they had been breastfed. ;) So when I selected My implement of torture for the day I was trying to find something I could use with ease and ultimate accuracy in any situation including limited space or if i had a few cocktails. The paddle is what I settled on due to its length and ease of use. I tell you My paddle has not seen as much ass as it did that day in its very long life! There were hot little dykes bending over left and right, people sending their friends over, lil flamer boys, big leather bears, and the few but oh so proud lipstick girls lining up for punishment grrrr! I can leave out the drag queens they were there in full force taking it like big girls. I never made it over to the dyke march. Somewhere in the whirlwind of the afternoon My photographer showed up and we headed over to a lively little joint called "Badlands" and boy was it on! There were the cutest boys in there and oh so receptive to being spanked by a girl! It was hot, hot, hot! Photo memories to follow shortly ;)
must run for now...next edition will be the actual day of Pride. It was insane.
bloody butterfly kisses,
Ms. Betka
Saturday was the dyke march followed by something called Pink Saturday which is where the dykes take of the Castro. Good times for sure! I got down to the Castro at about 4:30 wearing My leather daddy hat with a leather corset and some chaps ;) Oh I shouldn’t leave out the fishnets and very large paddle as they were an integral part of the ensemble. Traveling with out My peeps is very strange, usually I have at least one slave attending Me on all trips but this time I opted for more quit time and circumstances just didn’t permit someone joining Me for part of the trip. SO I headed down by Myself and just started to investigate hot spots. The place I settled on is called "The Bar on Castro". It had good music, cute boys and from the look of the patrons, good drinks ;) SO I headed in grabbed a seat at a table with some other people and order a yummy drink called a fruit of the loom. This tasty concoction was four different kinds of citrus vodka mixed with a splash of pineapple, Chambourd and a little orange juice. Can you say YUM? It was good so I had a few in short succession. I was to meet My photographer for the day but she was running late. oops ;) about 5 drinks later I was making friends left and right. The most amazing thing to Me about cute little gay boys is their infatuation with My breasts. The entire afternoon I heard " Honey I am sooo gay, but your tits are amazing" I asked them if they had been breastfed. ;) So when I selected My implement of torture for the day I was trying to find something I could use with ease and ultimate accuracy in any situation including limited space or if i had a few cocktails. The paddle is what I settled on due to its length and ease of use. I tell you My paddle has not seen as much ass as it did that day in its very long life! There were hot little dykes bending over left and right, people sending their friends over, lil flamer boys, big leather bears, and the few but oh so proud lipstick girls lining up for punishment grrrr! I can leave out the drag queens they were there in full force taking it like big girls. I never made it over to the dyke march. Somewhere in the whirlwind of the afternoon My photographer showed up and we headed over to a lively little joint called "Badlands" and boy was it on! There were the cutest boys in there and oh so receptive to being spanked by a girl! It was hot, hot, hot! Photo memories to follow shortly ;)
must run for now...next edition will be the actual day of Pride. It was insane.
bloody butterfly kisses,
Ms. Betka
posted by Betka Schpitz at
7/13/2003 11:25:00 AM
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