So, now that Fetcon 2014 is upon us, it’s about time I posted this recap from 2013. Things have changed, people have evolved, but just reading this makes me excited about this year. No more crammed schedules and rushing around; this year is about photos and fun! If you are not linked in here, please notify me so I can add your link.
This was My busiest Fetcon ever, as far as shoots go. I was going going going nonstop, but the thing about Fetcon is, you don’t sleep at Fetcon, and you don’t miss the fun at Fetcon. Even if I was exhausted by 9pm, there were parties to attend at 10pm and pool fun to be had until 5am. By the end, I was sleepwalking. Then we had a pool party at Our house the Monday afterward!
I don’t want to run off on a huge diary essay about every little thing I did, so I’ll post what pictures I did get (I did NOT get enough pictures, especially of ME!) and caption them a bit.
The night before check-in (Tuesday?), Jason Ninja and I hosted the elegant Queen Kitty, her Muffy Diver/Bubble Butt Sitty, and the adorable Temptress Tiara for a quick night of drinks while I prepped food for our post-Fetcon pool party. I’m always thinking ahead. Not pictured is one of the best people of the entire week, Lilith Astaroth, who was staying with us for the week and rooming with us at the convention. I couldn’t have picked a better roommate, honestly. Between vocal exercises/raptor noises and an impeccable sense for (and inability to tolerate) stupid people, this girl was a complete charm.
…And it begins. I’m already starting to get my days mixed up. Whatever day this was, we were checking out the Hilton before they officially checked-in Fetcon people while starting our shooting schedule way ahead of the game.
It’s check-in Wednesday! Do you think we brought enough lube?
Also, is this not the best T-shirt you’ve ever seen in your life?
It was certainly an honor to be invited to a Clips4Sale dinner, but unfortunately I had to duck out early because I had a shoot, and the Hilton hasn’t quite gotten it together yet (but they tried!), what with the changeover from the Hyatt and the fact that FetishCon doubles in size each year. The poor staff were working in brand new facilities, exactly when FetCon started. I’m surprised none of them had a nervous breakdown trying to serve SO many people with SUCH little preparation in the new space. I give them credit for that. I had already been there for 2 hours when the entree arrived. People have things to do at FetCon! There were many fabulous people there, from the land of kink and representing the biggest fetish site in the world.
Oh, this poor guy. One night I thought the hot tub smelled VERY strongly of chemicals, which made me think that it was particularly gross that night. You know how hot tubs get. Usually there are gaggles of footboys worshiping feet all night and into the morning, but that night I wouldn’t let him worship any feet, nor would I let anyone worship MY feet. I love foot worship, and I love to watch him worship feet, but it wasn’t the feet that bothered me – it was the hot tub! Poor baby, he got ribbed by his fellow foot boys, but at least he doesn’t have any sort of Con sickness. Listerine was always on hand, and our health was rewarded for it.
Here are some random behind-the-scenes photos. Each one has its own description and tag, so browse away. Pool parties, drunken lobby wanderers, drinks, foot shots, and a battle wound:
Queen Kitty and her sweet little sissy slut, Muffy, smiling away in the hot tub every night with all the rest of the perverts.
My sweet pedicure, which received mega compliments and was destroyed little-by-little by the vicious hot tub water.
After the Castle party, still in my medical-ish outfit (latex by Vengeance Designs) and ready to go to the pool. I switched outfits in favor of a bikini. It’s fucking hot in latex.
The bar’s lighting provided some beautiful selfie opportunities. I’m actually pretty fucked the fuck up in this shot. I think I hid it fairly well.
The Cool Crew. We were the best roommates ever. That latex jumper I’m wearing POOLED the sweat in my ass, I’ll have you sick sweat fetishists know. Lilith Astaroth looking stunning, and Jason Ninja having a bite of awesome.
Goofy drunken faces by three goofy drunken doofs. The incomparable Meggerz and the supremely talented Giantess Zone creator, Gary the tiny man. The lobbies were crawling with sick, silly people.
Lela Beryl! She’s awesome, and worked harder than anyone I saw at FetCon. We enjoyed a little wasted fun together, but not before we threw you the ole salute.
There are my bitches! I’d never met these two, but we got along like we had already been buddies. They cracked me up, looked stunning in their outfits, and showed me some sweet ass n titties, as you can see.
Lela Beryl on the left, Pocahontas in the middle. Pocahontas worshiped my feet at the hot tub for like half an hour, while everyone watched and said, “that’s so fucking hot.” Too bad no one got a picture. Ha ha!
This is Muffy worshiping Meggerz’ feet, with Queen Kitty’s permission.
Whitney showing off her super scissor skills on her victim, Jason Ninja. Damn, that girl is hotness.
Meggerz enjoying a small little sip of alcohol. Big glasses for big shots. Lookit that sly face.
This is Ron! He is a transfemoral amputee who LOVES to be trampled by all the ladies – in heels. He is a staple of FetishCon and a dearly loved one at that. He can often be found in high-traffic areas, wearing a shirt that says “Ladies stand here” or “Welcome,” inviting any sexy ladies to step aboard. I absolutely adore stomping his balls with my high heels, and we HAD to get a picture together.
This is Tramplefan Mike! He and his fiancee Berry Shortcake are the CUTEST couple, tied with me and Jason of course. They were filming content with other models for the first time this year, and I think they did an outstanding job. Watch out for this trample duo, because they’re going to take over your spank bank. Oh, that on Mike’s chin? That’s my work. I’m not sure if it was from my feet, shoes, or ass, but I definitely am the cause of that vicious rug burn.
I wanted to keep my white latex clean, so I made a bib. That is a paper surgical mask on my head, because I figured I needed a hat to compliment my outfit for the medical-themed Castle party. I look like a freaky naughty clown in this shot. What if I am? And I mixed Aranciata soda with vodka – what are you going to do about it?
Oh my word, I LOVE this woman. I want to make perverted videos with her at every chance I get. We made some very taboo videos together, as always. She just oozes sex appeal and a free spirit, and I’d love to stay at her house and have slumber parties sometime soon.
This is me, in front of our week-end trashed baggage pile, deciding that this ribbon does a good job of keeping my knockers in line. I forewent the sky-high platform stilettos I’d been wearing all week for some comfy, cute espadrilles.
The Lovely Lela Beryl in her sexy-pants latex! She was so excited to build her collection, and she looks damned fine in it.
This is a post from Instagram that illustrates exactly how we felt about the quality and availability of wi-fi at the Hilton.
Sexy girls climbing into balloons and then popping back out. During this performance, they spread sharp glass and metal shards onto the floor and walked all over them, never dropping their drop-dead gorgeous poise.
I found Tierra’s postcards!
You know, just resting my heavy left boob on Queen Kitty’s right bosom. We support each other.
…And here we have some blurry shots from the parties at Factoria Nightclub and The Castle:
For the first time this year, Bratty Foot Girls hosted an official, FetCon-sanctioned trample party. Some of the finest women in fetish, foot fetish, and trampling attended, and they all said that, hands-down, this was the most fun they had during the entire Convention. The femme fatales included: Myself, Berry Shortcake, Orias Bastet, Kelli Lynn Sage, Roxie Rae, Alexis Grace, Ashley Graham, Amanda Foxx, Casahari, Amadahy, Lilith Astaroth, plus Queen Kitty and Snobby Alexa made a brief appearance.
It was relaxed but exciting, low-key but high-impact. There was basically a carpet of men, and we tried to figure out the best way to get as many women on one rug as humanly possible. I think we did a great job of putting hundreds of pounds on these boy-carpets. I thought it was the perfect brew of perversion. Here are some shots from that party:
Finally, we get to relax (well, as much as one can relax while hosting a party and making a spread of delicious food… of which I didn’t snap a photo, shame on me!) at our pool party! The exhausted, the worn-down, the unshowered, the sleepy-drunk all came together to float around in the pool, eat, and recap their experiences. Here are some adorable photos:
Be sure to check my Instagram and Twitter for more exclusive photos from the week, from Nicole Fox snuggling me on the bean bag chair in her teeny bikini to a shot of Carey Riley’s lipstick print on the crotch of my itty bitty spandex booty shorts.
OK, here is what I wrote at first, before I figured out that I should just post photos with descriptions. It’s just a wordy diary entry, but my words are golden, so it’s necessary reading material, RIGHT??
First, on Tuesday, we picked up our awesome friend Lilith Astaroth so she could stay at our house for the week. She is a total pleasure to be around, because she’s reality-based while simultaneously embracing the wonderful weirdness. She entertained us with velociraptor screeches, which are actually really fun to do and hear. Then we entertained the sweet and sexy Queen Kitty, along with the adoooooooorable Muffy and brat-tastic Goddess Tiara. We got drunk, swam in the pool, I prepped food for our post-Fetcon party, and we ordered from a terrible pizza place.
Wednesday was check-in. We crammed my car FULL of equipment, clothes, shoes, groceries, and everything else and took the short drive to Tampa. Fuck, it feels like forever ago that we checked in, so I need to remember what the hell happened. Ok, the Hilton was JUST finishing up their renovations, which I’m sure really pissed off the wait and bar staff. We had a quick drink with Kenny from Tickle Cuties and went to film the ridiculously sexy Jasmine Mendez. No, wait, Jasmine was Tuesday. Aaargh. Wednesday we shot with the freaking adorable Kylie Deville. I don’t even remember what we did after that, but it involved eating and drinking.
Thursday I oh-so-briefly shot with Maxxyne Payne, who is HILARIOUS, which means it felt awesome when I, true to form, made her laugh her ass off during a POV public masturbation clip. Then I got to shoot with the legendary Jean Bardot, the brutal Lydia Supremacy, and the sultry Queen Kitty. Theeeeeeeen I went to the invite-only Clips4Sale dinner… which lasted 2 1/2 fucking hours, by the way. I don’t think the Hilton realizes that we have jobs to do that need to be squished into small time frames (actually, as mentioned above, the poor and patient staff had FetCon thrown at them the same day they finished the changeover and reconstruction of the hotel, so I’m sure next year service will run much more smoothly). I had to run out in the middle of the entree, because 1) I’d waited 2 hours for it 2) it was overcooked and 3) I was already late to a shoot with my personal friends Berry Shortcake and Trample Mike. That shoot was so great that I left a HUGE brushburn on Mike’s chin from hard trampling on him. I ruined him for all the rest of his shoots – oops! He sported the mark of the beast for the rest of the week.
Then the meet-and-greet, which I love. I was FUCKING GORGEOUS in my latex from Vengeance Designs and Salient Seven, and I NEED to find a photo of it. Mistress T definitely has two photos of her snuggling my ass and boobs in it. I regret that I didn’t get to spend more time with her, Ceara, Alexandra Snow, and Meggerz this year. Next year I won’t schedule so much shit to do.
Oh my, do I really want to go through each day? There’s too much!
Friday I shot with Snobby Alexa, and we wiped our asses with $100 bills. Next was Lance Licatta & Kid Dynamite, which was a fun and sexy shoot for sure. Next I held the cam for Bratty Foot Girls while Kandii Kiss and a hot russian Girl shoved their feet in his face.
NEXT was one of my personal favorites, Carey Riley. She is just unbelievable. So fucking sexy. I sat on her face and made her worship my ass. Nice.
Then I went home to check on my fucking cat. Spoiled bitch.
Factoria nightclub was next, was kind of lame, but I broke a paddle over a sissy’s iron ass, did a pole dance, and got drunk. Looked amazing.
Saturday I was EXHAUSTED, hungry, cranky, bitchy, and needed to regroup mentally after a very scary incident. Let’s just say I’m currently composing a blog on how to properly practice throat-standing and how to be a more responsible/aware fetish model if you’re going to try dangerous shit. The key would be to ask permission before deliberately choking someone out.
Then I finally met up with the very classy Evelyn Milano, and we banged out a few very hot clips together. We definitely want to meet up again.
The Castle is usually my favorite party, but this year it was so horrible that I almost cried from disappointment. The place was packed at least 3x legal capacity. It was scary, the bartenders were understaffed and underqualified, there were tourists taking pictures of me without permission, they let any old dipshit in there (they usually forbid vanillas from entering the dungeon area), and we had to leave angry and quickly. The only good part was that Queen Kitty, Haughty Femdom, Toxic Goddess, and Snobby Alexa got a private cage to play in. That was sweet.
The pool party afterward was better, because I was surrounded by friends that I never get to see (Sydney Screams, Meggerz, Whitney Morgan, Lauren Kiley). They knew I was agitated and just their pretty faces and sweet presence made me feel so much better. The chlorine smell in the hot tub was suffocating, but they still made sure I had fun.
How many hours of sleep am I running on by now? I don’t know, 4?
Sunday was ridiculously busy and I started to show my exhaustion. I cancelled shoots with Tigger and Jasmine Mendez because I was too tired. I did get to make hot clips with Astro Kittie, though! I mainly did paid shoots that day, from trampling to POV beatdowns. I did finally get to see Hannah Perez while we were both sober and not fawning over each other’s hair in the elevator, as I filmed some clips she did with Bratty Foot Girls.
Sunday was also the Fetish Ball, which is basically a wrap-up party for the fetfam. There were so many shows this year that I’m really upset that I didn’t see them all – because I thought there was only 3. I missed Jean Bardot because the staff gave me bad info, I missed the Reverend B Dangerous because I stepped away, and I missed a lot in between, BUT I did not miss the DRAG SHOW!!!!!!! I turned into a total fucking fan girl. I was smiling ear to ear, throwing dollars, lip synching, and being a little girl at a concert. I love drag queens! I heard someone has lots of pictures of me going wild for the ladies, so I will track those down asap.
Sunday’s pool party was much more relaxed, and I was able to spend time with people I hadn’t gotten a chance to see much: Lustee Basil, Brenin Hurley, Sleeper Kid, Jacquelyn Velvets, Lauren Kiley, and Glen.
Monday, we had a pool party at our new house. Let’s see, who showed up… Candle Boxx, Lance Hart, Queen Kitty, Temptress Tiara, Muffy Diver, Catherine Foxx, Dr. E Images, Nicole Foxx, Kyle Chaos, Pocahontas Jones, Psymon Jerusalem, Rachel DD, The Three Tramplee Aussie Crew (there were 4 Aussies at FetCon, all of whom are intense trample enthusiasts), Jasmine Mendez, of course our houseguest Lilith Astaroth, and probably someone I’m forgetting. I think I was sleepwalking through the entire affair.
I tried to squeeze out every second of fun and pleasure I could out of Fetishcon, but every year I feel like I missed out on something or didn’t get enough fun in. I for-sure did not get enough pictures. Next year, my priorities will just be looking like the hottest bitch in town and taking gratuitous pictures. Paid shoots only, because I’ll book trades while I’m there. I won’t be pre-booking those next year. Notes to self.