MNL-9506 BackDrop newsletter
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"Party Lines" Newsletter for June 1995
Table of Contents
* About The Publishers..............................2 * Calendar of BackDrop Club Events..................1 * InterNet Information..............................4 * Mistress Anne: Story by Mistress Anne.............4 * Friday Evening d/s-Cussions (Party Information)...2 * What Goes Around, Comes Around: Story by Halfonzo.3 * What the Hell is Going On?: Editorial by Robin....2
* Friday, June 2nd, 1995 -------------- Slave Auction * Friday, June 9th -------------- Friday Night Social * Friday, June 16th ---------------------- Play Party * Friday, June 23rd --------Bondage Safety Class/Demo * Friday, June 30th Clubhouse closed (Private Party)
* Sunday, July 2nd ---------- Open House from 2pm to 4pm * Friday, July 7th ----------------------- Slave Auction * Friday, July 14th ---------------- Friday Night Social * Friday, July 21st ------------------------- Play Party * Friday, July 28th - Bondage Safety Class/Demonstration
* Friday, August 4th --------------------- Slave Auction * Sunday, August 6th -------- Open House from 2pm to 4pm * Friday, August 11th -------------- Friday Night Social * Friday, August 18th ---- Play Party and Birthday Party * Friday, August 25th -------Bondage Safety Class & Demo
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- About the Publishers
- The BackDrop Club
- Post Office Box 390486
- Mountain View, California
- 94039-0486
Phone number.....................650-965-4499 FAX..............................650-964-3879 Computerized Bulletin Board......650-964-3100 InterNet E-mail address.....info@backdrop.com
- Change of Address
Any change of address forms or information should be mailed to the above address. Please allow four weeks advance notice.
- Subscription Information
"Party-Lines" is published monthly. It is sent free of charge to all dues current members of The BackDrop Club, and to other organizations with reciprocal agreements. Others may subscribe to "Party-Lines" for twenty-five dollars per year. Checks and/or money orders should be made payable to "The BackDrop Club". Please contact our office for mailings outside the US regarding postal rates and regulations.
- Editorial Correspondence
Submitted Copy, and Photographs, Contributions are welcome and are handled with reasonable care and discretion. We will not assume responsibility for damage or possible misuse, or loss of photographs, artwork or manuscripts. All photographs should be accompanied by a models' release from each person in the photographs. Material submitted, unless otherwise indicated by you, becomes the property of the Backdrop Club. No materials will be returned to you unless you request that the material be returned and include return postage.
- Postal Regulations
We must enforce a policy of not sending mail to blind PO boxes. All U.S. Mail must be addressed to a full, specific name. Mail will not be addressed to initials only, occupant, resident, box-holder, etc.We cannot personally check every advetisement placed in our publication, so please use common sense when answering ads. Anyone expecting money, tokens, generosity, etc., is required to state that fact.
- Copyright 1995 by Robin & Susan Roberts.
All rights, domestic and foreign, are reserved.
- Friday Night Socials
- Doors open at 8 pm.No one will be admitted after 10:00.
- Free to all members - Non-members $10/couple.
- Soft drinks, snacks,etc., will be available, but not meals.
- Smoking is not allowed inside our building.
- No contraband and/or drugs of any kind is allowed anywhere in,
on, around, or near our property.
- No alcohol will be provided by BackDrop. If you wish to bring
something for yourself, or to share, ok. (But no one will be allowed to play if they are intopxicated!)
- You must be able to prove you're over eighteen years old.
- BE PREPARED TO SHOW YOUR MEMBERSHIP CARD!
- InterNet Stuff
BackDrop Club and the BackDrop BBS have always been pretty much on the leading edge of technology. In an effort to maintain that reputation, we have developed a Web ; Page (http://www.backdrop.net) where we will post our Club Calendar and other BackDrop Club info. We also have a limited ftp site: ftp.backdrop.net for stories, etc., and a new listserver for people who would like to receive club newsletters via email instead of USPS.
For those of you who have Internet access, check us out.
- What the Hell is Going ON???
You have, no doubt, noticed some weird happenings with BackDrop. Probably the most noticeable, to you, is the lack of the monthly newsletter.
Well, what can I say? One of our past members sent e-mail (via the InterNet) to ask "One day you were here, then you were gone. What happened." My answer to him was pretty straight forward: "Well, when people: 1) don't pay their dues, and/or 2) don't attend events, and/or 3) don't bother calling us, and/or 4) people don't even have the courtesy to return our calls, we don't feel wanted. And when we don't feel wanted, we go away." And that is exactly the way that Susan and I have felt during the past few months. Well, things are going to change. When we were in San Francisco, we had about a dozen ladies who worked, on their own, at the BackDrop clubhouse to provide professional sessions. Members were complaining that they did not like the idea of ProDoms because they attended events and it was obvious who was Professional and who was not. Another very large number of people didn't like the idea that we were "all the way up in San Francisco, and well, we just don't have time to get ready for a party all the way up there in San Francisco, etc." A third group complained that there was "no play space in South Bay!" Well, I sold the session business. I moved to South Bay. Guess what. Most of those same people have been staying away in droves. The reason? Threefold. We don't have any session people available. People don't like to play in their own backyard. We don't have the equipment/play space they are looking for. Well, to that end, we are bringing session's people back Mistress Anne and Christine have already started doing sessions and we aren't going anywhere before next summer. As far as the play space goes, I have asked people what they want for six months. Their answers were always a vague, "Well, I don't know, but you haven't got it!" We are going to be adding the kind of toys that I like from now on. Sorry, but you were given a choice. But here is the real deal on the Club. We didn't send out a newsletter the last couple of months. Primary cause, I didn't feel as though BackDrop, Susan or I were appreciated and I threw a temper tantrum. I was willing to put up with a lot of stuff, but when the people started in on Susan, I got pissed. Well, my sincere apologies. In an effort to make it up to you, I'm will add three free months added to everyone's dues. This means that anyone whose dues expired after February 1st, 1995, will automatically have three months added to their expiration date.
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- What Goes Around Comes Around
- by Halfonso
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was told never to go in her father's study room. Zelda, a youth of eight years, had been verbally warned numerous times but either she didn't realize the consequences of her inattentiveness or she was truly born obstinate. In fact, a standard that would be present throughout her life. This same standard led the child, Zelda, to wander in her father's athenaeum with the zeal of a rhapsodized adolescent; after all, "It was fun in there!". So many things for a young mind to be intrigued with, a drawing desk, cluttered with papers, pens and most important, coloring pencils. There was another desk that her father referred to as the tax man's desk but to her it was a place to pretend that she, like her father, was negotiating business deals. Of course her main purpose to all this play was to rummage through her father's many books pretending to do research. Daddy, as she so lovingly called him, tended to be a well-rounded, well-read individual. There were religious material, comics, science fiction, biographies and assorted history books. But today, Zelda found something that she hadn't noticed before, way up on the top shelf was a stack of magazines, that she knew she had not seen yet. Climbing up on a staircase and stretching as far as she could, she still could not reach them. With one lunge, however, magazines and Zelda came crashing to the floor with a loud thud. At first, she was a little dazed from the fall, maybe a little dizzy even, but she knew she had to put those mags back quickly if not sooner. Grabbing books from every direction was her intention until she noticed the type of magazines she was handling, bondage mags. She took one and started turning pages. There were women bound and gagged in different positions. She took another one and leafed through it. She wondered about the Ace bandage, the ball gag and the tape, oh well. Then there were pictures of women suspended by their wrists right side-up, upside down, by their ankles spread eagle, hogtied and prone with every known apparatus. It was these things that held Zelda's attention when Mom and Pop walked in. She knew that they were none too happy. Pop, of course, was his usual self, after all this was his little girl so he could never bring himself to strike her no matter what she had done. Now Mom, on the other hand, always said what she meant and meant what she said. So this was the end of the warning, the decree, a very red bottom, no dinner, and confinement to her room until tomorrow!....One week later very late in the evening the scenario was same. In one ear and out the other. Zelda eased her way past her parents' bedroom as they snored in unison and their family pets farted in harmony. At the bottom and just left of the staircase, Zelda entered her father's den. Her mission was clear, straight to the bookcase to obtain that particular magazine she had seen a few days earlier. Once retrieved, she clutched it with both hands against her chest while scurrying back to her bedroom. Once inside her decorated habitat, one notices the frilly pink stuffed animals, dolls and a miniature train set. After going to her dresser and pulling out a flashlight she had to find the batteries. Once found, she jumped in the bed, covered herself over with a sheet, while clicking on the light and began leafing through her illegally gained prize. This particular mag wasn't like the others. The situations were different from the rest. Of course, the bondage was pretty much the same except in this one, her father liked the women naked but she preferred the clothes because this way they wouldn't freeze or catch cold. Also, she was intrigued by one of the photographs. There was a woman stringently bound while not gagged who held an expression of great comfort. The word is tranquility but at eight years of age comfort was her label for it. Then there was that other picture. The one that had a scene of a woman standing in a dark dress at a deserted bus stop with her back turned. Zelda didn't know why this strange picture was there, all she knew is that fatigue had set in and she fell asleep....
...20 years later. The party held in the old style of the New Orleans' fling was poppin' and Zelda, a well-to-do business woman of twenty-eight years, had come into her own. Everything up to this point had led to Zelda's success and this event was it's confirmation. Her aggressiveness, logic and ability to manipulate and stimulate her co-workers on to excellence is considered to be unparalleled attributes that were indications of a single woman, yes unparalleled, so too, was her ability to consume alcohol. Definitely Zelda could hang with the best of them but the best of them were either passed out, dragged out or stumbled out on their own. Zelda being part of the latter, decided to call it a night as well. Unknowingly however, she had managed to float to an unfamiliar side of Bourbon, it was dark, deserted and somber. She finally arrived at what she perceived to be her car. Fumbling through her pockets, her hands produced a set of keys. Only one problem though, they didn't fit. After a futile attempt to force the latch to turn, her attention became diverted by a sound other than the car alarm. Footsteps! At first they were faint, although they became louder the closer they came. Tap-click-tap- Zelda's next move -zoom- she took off like a scud missile headed for Kuwait. No hesitation. The other peril, no matter how fast she ran, she couldn't shake what remained directly on her ass. Naturally, from time to time, she glanced backwards, nothing but the sound of those horrible footsteps. Then a glint of inspiration, those lovely thick bushes, yea, that's the ticket. So with the grace of a swan diver, Zelda dove and landed smack dab in the middle of that thick brush. She laid, eyes still closed, butt cheeks tensed. Tap-click-tap. First, the shadow moved passed. A few seconds, and the sound faded. A few more seconds, Zelda built up enough courage to peer through the brush. Immediately, her sight veered towards the direction the sound had went, her eyes came to rest on the corner, that by now, held a female figure, in a dark dress, standing at a deserted bus stop with her back turned. A slight breeze had set in when the woman pivoted, facing in Zelda's direction. Three things struck her mind consecutively: bus stop, sinister smile and an uncanny resemblance to Zelda, herself. But the last straw, the turd that hit the fan, was when this figure pointed a finger directly at her and said, "You have been chosen." Next impression. Bat outta hell, starter pistol, more speed than Ex-lax, quicker than four homosexuals on a jimee. She ran and ran until she could run no more. "Fuck this shit," she thought. "I need some help." So through the front gate, up the walkway, to the front door, and then she knocked. No one answered. Tap-click-tap. Off again to the house next door. Same response, no answer and the shadowy female was getting closer. Third times a charm she thought. Off to the third house. Still no answer, the last house on that side of the block and guess who was coming up the stairs behind Zelda! Zelda knocked furiously and then smoothly the door creaked open. Not caring who or what was inside. Zelda lurched into the darkness as the door closed behind her.
Zelda's mind wondered why her limbs weren't responding. She knew she wasn't asleep but she wasn't awake either. She wanted to move her feet but something had been wrapped tightly around her ankles, her knees and even her thighs. No matter, she would use her hands to push herself up from her stomach only where were her hands and for that matter where were her arms! Maybe if she screamed for help she could accomplish two things, get some assistance and wake herself up at the same time. Yea right! Well she did wake herself up to discover that she was heavily hogtied on her abdomen and that screaming was useless because of the duct tape that had been wrapped completely around her mouth. Zelda couldn't remember what had happened. The door had closed, darkness set in and now she found herself bound and gagged on a table in the middle of a barely lit room. "This can't be happening," she thought as she laid her forehead down on what was suppose to be a flat table. "What is this?" as she tried to speak, squinching her eyes to see. An open book, and the first ; Page read:
Once upon a time there was a little girl who was told never to go in her father's sitting room....
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- Mistress Anne
"Please Mistress -- tell me what pleases you -- I only wish to make you happy," my fresh slave boy beseeched me on bended knee.
I pondered the question under a ruffled brow. There were so many wickedly sensual delights. I thought for a moment, I might overwhelm my inquisitive admirer and let a whimsical giggle pass my lips. "I enjoy your unselfish desire to serve me, and your willingness to allow me to do as I wish with your body. Your submission to my authority, power and discretion pleases me greatly, slave." I reached over and grasped his chin, tilting his head back, forcing him to look into my eyes. I studied his reaction closely. He needed to know specifically what he was to do for his Mistress and I was amused for some little time by his reverently cautious eyes and warm flush of perspiration as he waited for my next command. Then, pulling his chin downward, I rose from my chair and stood firmly in front of him, releasing his chin inches from my silk veiled pussy. "Tell me. Why have you come to kneel at my feet?" I placed my hands on my ample hips and awaited his response.
A soft shudder swept through his body as he caught a sweet scent of my pussy.
"I am here to please you, and to submit to your every desire, Mistress."
"Excellent, slave," I said approvingly. "It is now time to begin your training. Stand up!" I ordered.
My slave obeyed instantly, "Yes, Mistress!"
I circled slowly around my new slave toy, eyeing him thoroughly, and, taking a position behind him, I noticed a little tuft of hair peeking out from his arm-pit that I couldn't resist tugging at seductively. My slave remained perfectly still as I brought my fingertips down the inside of his arm, pausing just above his elbow to give a little pinch. This time, he flinched. "Yes, you will do very nicely, slave," I said as I continued to trace my hand down his arm to his torso. "Are your nipples erotically sensitive?" I asked, brushing my palms up his stomach, stopping just short of his tits.
"Oh, yes, Mistress," he admitted.
I cupped my hands around the smallish mounds pulling toward the center nubs. I grasped his nipples with my thumb and forefinger, tweaking them gently as I tugged at them for a moment, then released them, watching them as they bounced back to his chest. Perched on his shoulder, I whispered in his ear, "I would love to try my nipple clamps on your pretty tits."
My wandering palms now found the curves of his buttocks and caressed them for a brief moment. "Very sexy ass," I breathed into his ear as I grabbed a hand full of his butt cheek and squeezed it tightly, digging my nails into his flesh. I noted his every breath by the rise and fall of his chest as it quickened its' pace. "Bend over, slave. I wish to examine your ass," I commanded as I pushed his body forward with my free hand, exposing his tender ass to my curious eyes. His tender ass cheeks pressed firmly together in an attempt to hide his bashful brown-eye. I bent down to take a closer look at my fresh piece of ass and my pussy began its' rhythmic pulsing deepening within as I considered the chastity of my new slave -- had he ever been penetrated before?
It was then the I first caught sight of his penis advancing sheepishly past his balls. " Hmmmm.... You have a fuckable ass, slave." He swallowed back a gasp, making his cock and balls bounce slightly. "I bet you would look fabulous in black leather. I have a rather nasty slave-belt with a snug little butt-plug that I think you would look marvelous in," I considered out loud, observing his cock moistening at the tip, now fully extended. "But, I'm afraid you need to learn how to control your enthusiasm," I cautioned, gripping into his buttocks with my long nails and then dragging them down his leg to the back of his knee. I stood straight up, cupped my hands over the cheek of his charming butt, and began to slowly knead his ass.
His breaths came fuller and deeper as I deftly massaged his buttocks, my thumbs circling languidly on either side of his asshole. He let out a gentle moan, "Oh, Mistress.... you touch is so... Uhhh, uh-huh... mmmm, that feels so good!"
My slutty, little slave started to grind against my kneading fingertips. Yes, I concluded silently, this slave would be fine, but only after he had been properly trained...
Note on BackDrop Staff Bulletin Board: "The staff will refrain from referring to the cosmetologist who is holding workshops for transvestites as the "TV Repairman".
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Description of Events -1995
- Brunch
Usually held on the first Sunday of the month, we meet at the club house and go to brunch at a local restaurant. Reservations are required, so it is advisable to call and find out which restaurant we are meeting at each month.
- Open House / Club Orientations
We always seem to have somebody asking questions about who and what we are and what do we offer. On the first and third Sundays of each month, we hold an "Open House" for prospective members to come by and pick up information about the club. These orientations also explain: 1) "Etiquette" around the club; 2) the who, what, when, where, why and how of daily operations and procedures; and, 3) how specific events work and how to become involved.
- Play Parties
From time to time, the club will host a play party. These parties quite often have a theme. Although an invitation or a reservation is required, these are NOT gender-balanced events. It is up to YOU to bring a date. It is open to members of BackDrop and/or their guests only and the price to attend is usually the same as the Slave Auction.
- Pizza Night
We order pizza from a local parlor. This might be a good way to just come and meet other members. We usually play a couple of videos. (This event is open to Members and Guests only!)
- Bondage/Safety Orientation Classes
These classes are usually held on the fourth Friday of each month. We want to have a different topic and/or instructor at every class. Some months we will teach how to build equipment, another month, how to use it.
- Show, Tell &/or Play Nights
These events are typically held on the fourth Friday of each month. The event will start at 8pm with someone from the club or BDSM community doing a demonstration. About 9pm, there will be a short question/answer period, followed by time for open play. The doors close at 8:00.
- Slave Auctions
On the first and third Friday nights of each month, we hold a "Slave Auction". Everyone who attends is given an envelope of play money to purchase whatever is on the block. If you have something to sell (like a dinner, a massage or session time) come to a Slave Auction and meet some really interesting people! The cost to attend is $25/member/couples, $40 for non-member couples. (Single males may attend by purchasing a couples' ticket. Single females can attend free if they make reservations at least forty-eight hours in advance; otherwise, they pay half price.)
Non-members should plan to arrive at 8pm. The Auction begins precisely at 9:00, after which time, no one will be admitted. (A good way to get invited to other events is to attend the Slave Auction and get known.)
- Supper Club
Each month, we get together for a dinner party. Some months, we will go to a restaurant and other months we will have dinner at a members home. Check the calendar for specific information about that month's event.
- Membership Dues
Our club membership dues per couple remain the same:
Initiation fee................................$25.00 Semi-annual Full Membership...................$75.00 Annual Full Membership.......................$125.00 Annual Corresponding Membership...............$60.00
Singles may join the club, but they still pay couples' rates.
There are, however, a couple of changes in our membership policy.
We have dropped the three-month membership in favor of a new "Thirty Day Temporary Membership Pass". There will be no membership application, just a membership card, which will cost $35.00 dollars for thirty days.
Corresponding membership is no longer limited to people who live outside of California. Corresponding members may only attend six events per year at Full Member rates.
Full and Corresponding Members also receive limited BBS access.
- BBS Information
Our BBS is a multi-line BBS with over 20,000 files available for immediate download. We also have another 250,000 files archived in off-line storage, available for download. Silver BBS Membership dues are $6.00 per month with a $15.00 setup fee. (Full and Corresponding members are granted free, limited access to the board.) There are several other changes, so log on for more info.
You can write to club.info@backdrop.com and receive club information by return e-mail.
- CD Roms For Sale
We have started making the files from our BBS available on CD-roms. For specifics, call and talk to Robin
- "Common Bonds" Magazine
BackDrop publishes a very unique 48-; Page magazine for people into BD/SM. "Common Bonds Magazine", Number 21 is currently available. For those people who subscribe to the magazine, you automatically receive your copy by mail. Others may purchase them from the club for ten dollars per copy, including postage. "Common Bonds" is also carried by many of the larger adult bookstores around the US.
- Play Space Rentals
We have a 2000-square-foot facility with a library, session, and open meeting spaces. Members may rent our session rooms for $25.00 per hour.($40.00/hour for non-members.) You can rent any or all of our space as meeting, video, class, or play space. Call our office for quotes.
- Other Services
We publish a Bondage Equipment Catalog with pictures and drawings of some of the equipment we build. The price has been decreased to $15.00 by mail, $10.00 in person.
We also publish a Resource List with names, addresses and phone numbers of clubs, stores, and people throughout the United States and Canada. The price has been decreased to $30.00 by mail and $25.00 in person.
Prepared by Robin Roberts -- Revised June 26, 1995 -- Copyright 1995
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Email to robin@backdrop.net
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