XenaRRa

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While the BackDrop was in Richmond, I was hired to be an expert witness in a pay telephone patent infringement suit. I had to travel to Dallas, TX, to present legal evidence for a plaintiff before Federal Court. The plaintiff alleged that the plaintiff (Southland Corporation, also known as 7-11) had been making pay telephones using technology invented by the plaintiff.

Dallas, TX

I had plenty of evening time, so while visiting Dallas, I met Ruth, Robin, and Charles of "Lone Star PEP."

I contacted them through a internet and was asked to meet an upcoming munch. Upon arrival, I was vetted with the usual "Who are you? What are you looking for" type of questions. I guessed I passed and was invited to attend a play party at Ruth's home that weekend. I had barely cleared the front door when I was warmly greeted door by Ruth with her "down South" hugs and kisses.

During the evening, I was asked if "I knew anything about bondage." Uh-oh!

I went to my rental car and returned with a few pieces of webbing about eight feet long. A quick handcuff knot to the wrists, run the ends around the torso, tie them into a bow. Another piece handcuff knot around the ankles, the ends wrapped around the thighs and then tied to the piece around his waist. Classic hogtie.

After several minutes of imitating an inchworm, he conceded. One for the "West Coast"!

I was asked to do several other uses for webbing - I was the appointed rigger for the rest of the weekend.

xenaRRa

On that same trip, I had placed a quick "Robin is Town" type ad in the local adult paper. A very sweet lady named Dee answered that ad.

We met at a local coffee shop and exchanged the usual "Five W's of negotiating a session. We spent the evening discussing backgrounds, expectations, and goals. We met that weekend at my hotel.

We stayed in touch until the following summer when she came to California and spent several days with us. She announced the impending birth of a son, Chris. During a collaring ceremony she was give the slave name xenaRRa.

The following year, she returned to California, and Chris celebrated his first birthday at BackDrop.

She has written two novels:

Perfection, and
Caged Birds Don't Fly High

Both are excellent reads.

August, 2019 update

That was 1981, and this is now 2019. Dee, Chris, and I still talk to each other regularly.

Chris is now eighteen. He is visiting the West Coast for a week for his birthday.

He has heard of Kelly, loRRett, Geoff, Master Robin, and others, and he wanted to spend a week meeting all of us and putting faces to the "West Coast" names.

Chris spent the first few days in El Cerrito at the "Fantasy Makers" sessions house and then shifted his base of operations to BackDrop in Mountain View.

Plans for the first day in MV included a trip across the San Mateo hills on Highway 92 to Half Moon Bay. As the Pacific Ocean came into view as we crested the hill, Chriis went silent and, after a few moments, remarked, "Damn! The ocean is much bigger than I had imagined. It is definitely larger than what you see on the Discovery Channel television!" After a seafood lunch at the Flying Fish, we returned to MV and prepared for a night in San Francisco.

My friend Mike was the General Manager at the Condor Club on Broadway in North Beach, the heart of the adult entertainment zone in San Francisco. Chris and I strolled Broadway and Kearney Street, with me acting as a tour guide. Because of my involvement in BackDrop and electronics, I installed many of the telephone and security systems in the North Beach area. That allowed me carte blanche access to almost all of the clubs and venues in the area.

After an hour of "doing the tourist thing," I decided to take Chris to the Condor. (He had never seen "Girls, nude girls, nude dancers" of the North Beach variety.) I had a Tom Collins while Chris had a Coke. (He was only eighteen.)

The next day, he reported our "Grande Tour" to his mother. Her response was perfect: "Master Robin, you broke my kid!"

Christmas Day, 2023 update

xenaRRa and I exchanged Christmas greetings this morning.

(I will be adding more to this story when I get SM-201 back onine.)
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