First Experience

I had been dipping my toes in at Bondage a Go Go and my roommate decided to go to the Power Exchange with her boyfriend and of course thought of me.
So I grabbed a friend and we where on our way.
My roommate and her boyfriend lasted 20min and left.
I on the other hand immediately gravitated to the several crosses and especially the stage down stairs with a couple of horses behind a long set of huge windows, downstairs. The only things missing was a dom and some toys.
I was in luck a few doms showed up and set up in my favorite room. Put chains over the entrances and everything. When i found them they had their tool box open and where happily talking to two other women. I went right up and asked as politely as possible to be beaten. They happily let me and my friend in.
He sat down on the throne to have a up front seat and i took my place in front of the cross.
"Mr. Good times" started slowly but quickly got harder. He kept checking in to see if i was okay. I was up there for an hour. Spanking and Flogging and spanking and flogging. My legs where shaking in Ecstasy when i felt something drop in me and when i opened my eyes to take a look at the huge crowd that had gathered behind the windows, my vision started to fuzz. I asked for water and got sat down. This had just happened recently to me after giving blood.
It was amazing, though i didn't pain orgasm that time, my ass was a purple for days and a gorgeous sunset for 2 weeks after. That was the first bdsm experience i had and right away people where in awe that i had the balls even though it was my first time to that club and how much i could take. As well as being shown off to a crowd. It has definitely foreshadowed my favorites in the scene since. I don't do anything small. I jump in feet first, find I'm in over my head and then learn to swim.

Backpacks the new Toybox

So this has been on my mind for a while now. It seems no matter who I'm with these days it involves some sort of backpack. From the kinksters, to the trannies, to the dykes. Weather it be in their home or in the middle of the woods it is a backpack that has the toys.
Each backpack comes with a different level of theatrics when presented and each a unique set of toys.
I'm going to organize them by the gender spectrum. Closest to the male end of the spectrum to closer to the female end of the spectrum. I will not be writing about straight females because I have no experience in how they fuck and have not been in bed with one for a very long time.

Hetero male kinksters (doms and tops, submissives don't need their own toys)
though he is proud of his toys he doesn't flaunt it. He uses a backpack as necessity, he is on a bike or lives in his car. It is a overly complicated bag for it's actual uses and he chooses carefully what goes in it, when he has the time. He makes sure him partner is set and not going to move (weather that be to bind her or instruct her) and quickly slips off for this things, not making to big a deal out of that process it's self. He usually sets up what he intends to use and play with before even starting to implement his plans so everything is easily accessible and disturbs the flow as little as possible. When there is a break from the action it will be his choose not a effort to reload.

Trans men (female to male)
their backpack is in a prominent or easily accessible place from their bed. It shyly needs to stay closely by their side. Everything stays in the magical treasure chest until it is time to be used. Everyone of their toys stay here and go back in as soon as possible. Though there are varying sizes and shapes you are most likely to be presented with the biggest one that is closest to his skin color the first time you see his pride and joy. His real genitals if he where to have been born with them. He has also slipped into his most comfortable harness as gracefully as possible, all without you looking until he is complete. He comes back into bed cocky (pun intended) and wanting to show off. Everyone of his movements are centered around his crotch now just so you don't forget what he's packing. Each time any other thing is needed though it is in arms reach it is a scramble to get it and a victory once gotten. But the bag stays closed so you will never know what tricks remain up his sleeve.

Hardcore Butch Dykes
She keeps hers close at hand, but hidden. It is the only plain, non decrepit black backpack she owns.  It is not a full bag, but they are all favorites. She might even name it. Size is not an option, though color is here. And there is only one harness all ready sized for her. She may ruffle through the bag for a second, but she knows exactly what she is looking for and smiles too herself with her plans for you. She is quiet and graceful about her toy bag, this all being a well practiced dance to her. She slips into her selections and instructs you in a nonchalant matter. She just happens to be wearing a dick. This process is like the most natural thing to her. This whole process takes about 15secounds and is quite forgettable, just as she would prefer it.

So those are some generalizations based on my experiences.