The final installment of my Fusion adventure.
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Time Jumps
1:40 Tradition
2:24 Uncensored Improv Games
3:26 Kinky Life Drawing
6:00 Humiliation
8:17 Bare Stories
10:37 Back Patch
11:27 CBC
13:40 In Demand
15:27 Stefanos
16:44 Another Rain Check
18:10 Wrap Up
My fantasy, my moments, and my new reality. The conclusion of my Dirty Pig experience.
Time Jumps
1:26 Prep for my fantasy
2:40-5:18 TMI break: Grue Pitt 3 conversation – How to hack a period
5:18 Props and planning
6:23 Words of encouragement
7:43 Setting the stage
8:43 The performance
13:30 Aftercare
14:39 Tifereth’s fantasy
15:54 The lull before the results
17:06 The winner is…
19:03 A perfect moment
21:26 Congratulations
21:59 Stefanos and space
23:13 The rest of my night
24:10 Rough realization
26:23 Reflection
Nerves, answering a question, bribes, and all the people who helped me. Part one of my competition experience.
Time Jumps
1:23 Nerves
3:40 Secret Weapons
6:27 Gray, judge and Sempai
8:59 The Rules
12:19 The show begins
12:54 Introductions
13:57 Pig #5
15:35 Combination Bribe
17:05 Sexy Skin
18:59 Pop Question cock tease
21:09 My Answer
24:17 My well framed ass
Lee quieted the crowd.
He said something about traditions in the leather community, especially the gift of leather. He took back my sash (the harness) and my scepter (the butt plug). He gave the microphone to Gray and stepped aside.
My eyes watered. I knew what was about to happen, but I couldn’t let myself believe it.
Gray spoke. He talked about our dynamic as Teacher/student. About how proud of me he was. How the highest hope for a Teacher is that their student will exceed past them. How I had done just that on stage that night.
He held leather gloves in his hands. A pair of gloves he’d owned for a decade, bought in a store back in Wisconsin that didn’t exist anymore. He spoke about how he had treasured the leather, taking it with him wherever he traveled.
He turned to me, handed me the gloves, and hugged me tightly.
It was all I could do not to cry.
Sometimes there are moments in life where no script could exceed the brilliance of your reality. I could not have imagined a more perfect way for that moment to occur. And to think, I had had two of those moments in one night.
As I held Gray’s gloves, now my gloves, in my hand I felt such joy and admiration, such pleasure that I had not only accomplished so much that evening but also done so in honor of my Sempai, who sat center of the judges’ table privately cheering me on.
Lee returned my sash and scepter. People came up to me and congratulated me. I couldn’t move three steps without someone hugging me or patting me on the back or giving their felicitations. And, of course, many spoke about my moment with Gray and my gifted leather.
At one point, Stefanos stopped me. He gave me space. Got me to close my eyes. And all he said, all he kept saying, over and over again, was “Let it go.”
I breathed. I cried. I wailed. I laughed. I hollered. I ended with a giggle. And a look at him. A thank you for giving me that space, that moment.
As the crowd died down, I found myself back in Gray’s arms for a hug. It was a big night for the both of us.
Everyone drifted away eventually. I wanted to head down to Carol Queen’s erotica reading circle. Others had sex and play to get to.
But, for one shining moment, I was on top of the world. I was in the spotlight, nowhere to run or hide from it.
And, for one year, I am the reigning Dirty Pig, real gifted leather to match my fake leather title.
My Dirty Pig Experience
– Pep Talk
– Fantasy
– Gifted
Shay stayed beside me as I walked off stage. Held me as I sat on a chux pad. Rubbed my back as I started coming down off my high.
The show continued. During Pig #6’s performance, I breathed in and out, allowing the adrenalin to cycle through me. Soon I was good to stand. I cleaned up the shoe grease from my pussy; watched the rest of the show with the other contestants.
I went back to being encouraging, cheering them on. Tifereth was super nervous about her fantasy. I had a good idea of what was going to happen. It was all a ruse to “kidnap” her for a scene. Rough dashed on stage as soon as the music started, taking her down easily. Gray, as well as other friends I recognized, joined Canon in hooding her, tying her up, suspending her, and violating her for us all the see.
As a group, the rest of us contestants cheered her on from upstage. She did great.
Soon, though, the last fantasy was performed. The show was almost over.
As we waited for the results, other contestants came up to me and marveled at my fantasy. A few even said I had their vote; they thought for sure I would win.
I tried not to think about it. I had had my fun, had been fisted twice on stage from two people I care about, and was now free from my nerves.
I danced to the music playing, not caring who watched. Shay joined me, as did Pig #3. I gave an impromptu booty wiggling lesson, which was a lot of fun.
As we all waited for the results to be tallied, some of my friends came up to chat, one of which was Lochai, who basically told me I won, no doubt in his mind. I was the only person who had received a standing ovation; I hadn’t realized that.
Soon, Lee was back on the mic. The scores were calculated.
We lined up again on stage in the same order as we began, Pig #6 beside me on my right. Lee spoke for a bit, but thankfully not for long. He called us each up one-by-one to bow and receive applause for our performances.
He then announced the first winner-up, who should the reigning Dirty Pig be unable to fulfill their duties would have to step in as title holder (case-and-point: Gray).
It was Pig #6. They stepped forward, accepted the applause. I looked left at the rest of the contestants, who were all looking at me and smiling.
Does this mean…I mean, it could be one of you…Is this really happening…?
Lee announced my name.
I won.
I am Dark Odyssey Fusion’s 2013 Dirty Pig.
I was shocked. I didn’t know what to do except step forward, my hands covering a sheepish grin on my face. Lee put the tiara with four condoms (representing the 4th annual competition) on my head. He handed me the strap-on harness and the Mr. S Piggy butt plug that were my prizes. He presented me to the crowd.
But as he spoke, I saw Gray move from the judge’s table. He hurried to the front of the stage, caught Lee’s attention, said something into his ear.
Lee stood back up and spoke again to the crowd as Gray made his way onto the stage.
My Dirty Pig Experience
– Pep Talk
– Fantasy
– Gifted
I could not have picked a better song than the one I randomly pulled out of Lee’s bag: Taylor Swift’s We Are Never Ever Ever Getting Back Together.
I’d already gone over the basic idea of a skit with Shay and Stefanos. Now with this song in mind, we changed it to fit the lyrics while still going with the essence of my idea.
Stefanos is a performer; I knew going into Dirty Pig having him help was going to be invaluable. Shay, functioning as my handler, was a big reason why I did so well. She kept me calm throughout the competition, but never more so than leading up to my fantasy. She kept rubbing my back and checking in. I felt safe in her care.
Bribes were thrown at the judges left and right, my antics included. Once, I quietly slipped to the judges’ table and offered cigars and cigarellos, as well as prep service to each judge. Only Gray took me up on my offer.
However, as I passed by one judge, she stopped me.
“I like your true-excited-you more than your sex kitten. Authentic you is sexy.”
I was humbled, shocked, so grateful for her encouragement. I thanked her and then hustled back to the Green Room tent.
I recruited my friends for countless bribes that evening: alcohol service, tobacco service, bootblacking, massages, sexual favors, and one friend even just wrote ‘Vote for Poetic’ on her ass. Magically, one person recruited herself to help me even though she had just met me that camp in a class. It really does take a village to run for a fake leather title, and I am so immensely grateful to everyone who helped me that night.
As it grew nearer for my turn back on stage, my nerves resurfaced. I channeled my energy into encouraging my fellow contestants, who were also tied into knots, or just spending moments with Shay stroking my back.
When Pig #4 went up, it was time for us to warm up. Shay kneeled down and tested the waters; I was very wet and very ready.
Once Pig #4 finished, our trio kicked into gear preparing the stage for our show.
Our props: three cardboard stars, a small crescent wrench, a marshmallow skewer, a plastic ring (about the size of a hand), and a camouflage rain jacket.
I wore my red teddy (because the night before Gray said it did great things for my ass) and a chain with a lock around my neck.
Shay and Stefanos pinned their stars to their clothes on the left in back. I clipped my star to my right boot. (For those who don’t get the joke, we were flagging ‘Starfucker’ & ‘Star’.)
We placed a piece of sex furniture on stage, draped the jacket on the sex furniture where Shay would be sitting, and put a chux pad on the floor of the stage where I would be seated. Also on the floor beside me, I sat a buffing brush, a tin of Black Lincoln shoe polish, and my jar of Huberd’s Shoe Grease. Both Stefanos and Shay were pre-gloved. We were ready.
Shay placed her boot on my chest and I began loving on her leather. We waited for the music to begin. The wrong song cued up. Stage crew quickly fixed it and Taylor Swift’s familiar guitar riff pumped through the speakers.
I kissed on Shay’s boots as she smiled and reached down to caress my face. Stefanos stood on the back of the stage, watching, the skewer in his hand.
Suddenly, he rushed forward. Screamed something. Grabbed me by my collar. Pushed me down to the floor with the skewer. Shay started screaming, too. Stefanos shoved me onto the sexy furniture. I remember hearing Shay yell, “You told me you were single.”
In response, I gestured back and forth between Shay and Stefanos, and said, “But you’re hot. And you’re hot. And boots.”
Stefanos took the plastic ring, with a handkerchief tied to it, and forced it in my mouth as a gag. He grabbed my tin of polish, pulled up my nighty, and began beating me all over my body, smearing the black over my skin.
Meanwhile Shay took the wrench, which was pre-condomed, and started fucking me with it. Quickly she grew tired of it, proclaimed it too small, and tossed it aside. Reaching into my Huberd’s jar, she yelled, “You don’t even deserve lube,” and easily slipped her entire hand into my pussy, already previously warmed up by her fist.
Not done with their hate fuck of me, Shay and Stefanos switched. Shay came by my head; Stefanos went down to my feet.
What I write now I know from accounts both from those involved and those who saw the show: Stefanos dipped his hand into my Huberd’s, showed it to the crowd (big man hand and all), and in one fluid motion sunk his entire fist deep inside my cunt. My eyes were closed, so I didn’t see it, but apparently I got a standing ovation, including everyone at the judges table.
Stefanos pistoned his fist. I moaned, screamed, and squirmed, pleasure racing throughout my body.
As the song grew to a close, Stefanos slipped out, returned to my head. Grabbed my hair. Tilted my body up. Pulled my nighty up over my head, wrote P-I-G in polish across my chest, and threw my head away right on the last downbeat of the song. He and Shay walked away. We could not have performed better if we had tried.
Almost immediately Stefanos rushed back, asking me if I was okay. There was huge applause. I reassured him I was fine. He helped me to my feet.
I stood downstage center, with Shay and Stefanos genuflecting at my boots. Carol Queen threw a t-shirt up onto stage. Gray waved his leather gloves at me.
I didn’t know what to do except stand there and smile, as if to say, ‘Yeah, that just happened. That’s my cunt. Glad you like it.’
My Dirty Pig Experience
– Pep Talk
– Fantasy
– Gifted
What are the three things you’d suggest someone bring to camp and why?
For my sexy skin outfit, I’d chosen: a leather collar with BITCH in silver metal on the front, a gift from NYRCherryBondage; my black and red leather wrist cuffs, purchased during my London Grue adventure; my Faire boots, which I wore throughout the competition; and a piece of rope gifted to me from Gray during our Tied Down playdate, raw hemp that had served as a point of connection between us and a sexy crotch rope multiple times, this also being one of them.
As I stood next to Lee, with the minute to ponder my pop question, I thought back to my first camp. Everything I felt as I drove down the lane towards my cabin. The experience. The memories. I had my answers ready almost instantly.
First, I recommended bringing something that made you feel sexy. It could be a hot dress, a suit, leather, a pair of awesome boots, or just your skin. I spoke about how it was important that you feel sexy just as you are. After all it was sex camp. But, also, camp is about feeling sexy inside and being in a place to exude that sexiness to others. If you don’t feel it, how would anyone else see it in you?
Second, I recommended bringing your bravery. I spoke about how scared I was when I came to my first camp. How, even though I was full of nerves, I made myself do it even though I knew no one. I found a home amongst the swingers who ran my cabin; they comforted and encouraged me. (“Swingers are the nicest people.”) And now look at me, running for Dirty Pig. Bring your bravery.
Last, I recommended bringing your glee, your happy. Camp is about the joyous, this experience we all share of being accepted for who we are. Reveling in the sex and play and fuck we all love. Camp is about the fun, so bring your glee.
Instead of being nervous as I spoke, I was bubbly-happy me. I smiled, bopped about, and had huge hand motions. I looked out into the crowd, at the judges. I saw smiles and head nods from most of the people at the table. I knew I nailed it.
My question answered, I asked Lee if I might bribe the judges. He agreed.
With my crotch rope so perfectly silhouetting my ass, I offered up my rump for spankings. I hopped off the stage and rested my hands on the platform. One judge jumped up on stage and pulled out their strap-on for me to suck. Another judge came up and spanked me. Gray pulled out the paddle he’d had me fetch earlier and used it on my ass.
The judges had so much fun that Lee had to shoo them back to their posts. Mission accomplished.
My Dirty Pig Experience
– Pep Talk
– Fantasy
– Gifted
I was Pig #5. Pig #6 stood beside me. Our mystery contestant was Pig #7, Tifereth. Pigs #3 and #4 were both friends of mine. I’d blacked Pig #1’s vest early that day. Pigs #2 were a couple I had not met before. (Later, Pig #8 volunteered on the spot for the competition right before my pop question; talk about nervous-making.)
Lee stood at the front of the stage and called us up from our line one-by-one, starting with Pig #1. She was Winter Fire 2013’s Little Miss Little. This evening, however, she wanted to show her more grown up side.
When she walked back to the line of contestants, her hand slipped to my hip. I started nuzzling her shoulder, her chest, as Pig #6 stood on their knees with their head on her hips. We were a sexy corner of the show, until my number was called.
Instinctively, I sunk down on all fours and crawled to the microphone. I vaguely recall Lee hooting that someone was getting the idea as I slinked my way forward.
I rested on my heels at downstage center, and saw that everyone was staring at me. Lee asked me who I was. It was time for me to introduce myself.
“I’m poeticdesires. I am a filthy, nasty, dirty little slut, and I want to be your dirty pig.”
My voice was breathy, lower. Almost a moan. There were hoots and hollers as I smiled to the judges and the crowd, turned around, and crawled all the way back to the line of contestants, my ass swaying in my gray mesh dress.
Next up was Pig #6. In reality, the entire competition could’ve been boiled down to Pig #6 and I. For the next two hours, I’m sure our tallies were running neck and neck. We both had the support of the crowd. We both had all our friends bribing for us. We both captured the attention of the judges.
Pig #6 had written out an introduction paragraph, speaking about their platform for the competition: advancing safer sex practices. I respected and admired Pig #6. If I was going to not win, I wanted Pig #6 to beat me.
Introductions complete, all seven of us exited the stage. We all went back to our tent, everyone quickly changing.
It was time to start pop question. Lee filled the time in between, but Pig #6 and I had another idea. We threw on our strap-on harnesses and rushed to the edge of the platform. We beckoned Lee over and asked if we could bribe the judges. He looked down on us ruefully.
“Are you trying to upstage me?”
Pig #6 and I ran away.
After Pig #1’s pop question, we humbly, literally on our knees, asked Lee again. He allowed our moment.
In bribe to the judges, Pig #6 and I gave a small show. Pig #6 pushed me to the ground, pressed their boot into my chest, pulled out their strap-on cock, and shoved it into my mouth. Next, they pulled out my cock, and we tumbled around the stage in 69 before we were kicked off the platform by Lee. Bribe accomplished.
Later, my friends told me it was at that moment they realized the competition was between Pig #6 and me.
My Dirty Pig Experience
– Pep Talk
– Fantasy
– Gifted
The format was simple. Four appearances on stage.
The first was our leather look. This would be our introduction to the judges and the audience. We would choose our contest number randomly from a bag and, in order, greet the audience and our judges. Lee Harrington, our host for the evening, suggested we be in something that made us feel sexy.
The second was our sexy skin look, as well as pop question. Again we would randomly draw out of the bag, this time a question we would have to answer on the spot. First we were allowed to read it. Then Lee would read it to the audience. And then he’d ask us the question again, built in padding to give us a minute or two to think.
Question answered, we would again pull out of another bag, this time for a random song. Along with the song, we would receive a bag of props. All this was for the third portion of the competition: the fantasy. We had to incorporate our props with our stage performance, set to the song we pulled.
Finally, we would all gather on stage one last time when the winner-up and Dirty Pig would be named.
Now, the other details. We were allowed to bribe the judges however we wished, provided safer sex supplies be used on everyone, even partners. Any sexual bribe given that did not include safer sex materials would immediately disqualify a competitor.
We could bribe the judges at any time except while another competitor was on stage; that would just be rude and go against the most important rule of the competition: HAVE FUN!
With all that in mind, Lee encouraged us to get ready. He would be starting the festivities momentarily.
Everyone was just as nervous as I was. Seeing this flipped a switch in me. I fell into cheerleader mode. I gave hugs and back rubs, words of encouragement and reminders that the next two hours were gonna be awesome.
As we lined up, those who were not photo-friendly were at the head of the line; only two. Lee got on stage, microphone in hand, and took the spotlight. He called us up, and the competition began.
My Dirty Pig Experience
– Pep Talk
– Fantasy
– Gifted
“Kohai, make me proud.”
To say I was nervous for Dirty Pig would be like saying child birth is uncomfortable. I was jittery, anxious, shaking almost. I stayed somewhat sane through a series of semi-related events.
I pre-planned my possible outfits for the competition, as well as any necessary props, packed them in a suitcase, and stashed them in the tent that was to be our Green Room earlier in the day.
I sat with Gray and Rough in the smoking lounge near my cabin, reasoning that the competition would not start without one of its judges. I hoped being around people would calm me down. I demo-ed eating ash for a bottom new to cigar play and was amused that Gray was a Mashmaker (or was ash-blocked by Rough, depending on how you looked at the situation).
I scribbled notes about my day (bootblacking in the Pamporium, Shay & Stefanos’s protocol class, spending a little time with my friends at our cabin). But, for the most part, my gut was twisted up in knots.
When Gray revealed his outfit for the competition (his full leathers: vest, chaps, boots, hat and gloves, with easy access to everything one would want), I knew it was time to make my way over to the Sex-o-Rama stage.
Walking over the grass, I could hear the emceeing of my friends; the kinky pride parade preceded the competition, ending at the stage where the big show would begin. Once arrived, I met our two wranglers for the competition, two generous souls who volunteered to not only help us with any necessary props but also kept us on track during the contest.
I stood around for a while, hopping from one foot to the next, trying to stay calm, breathe deep, and find amusement in my friends’ crazy comments. I preset two outfits, reacquainted myself with the props I needed and where they were.
Then came the reinforcements. Shay and Stefanos arrived. Shay immediately asked me what I needed. She rubbed my back, kept me calm. I told them I was mostly okay, but I was concerned about bribing the judges. Stefanos went to work; Shay stayed with me.
Randomly, Gray called me over. He needed his paddle from his cabin. I dashed across the grass, happy to have something to do to kill time. I easily found his paddle in his big bundle of ow. I quickly walked back across the hill and handed him the toy. As I did, he grabbed me and pulled me in close.
“Once the competition starts, I can’t treat you like my kohai. I have to judge you like any other pig. But, before the competition starts, I just wanted to say one thing to you. Kohai, make me proud.”
I felt a surge of pride. Of worry. Of expectation. Of determination. Of courage.
I joined my fellow contestants in the Green Room. I wanted this. Really wanted this. And I was going to do my damnedest to win.
My Dirty Pig Experience
– Pep Talk
– Fantasy
– Gifted