Saturday morning found me in line with Sean
and a dozen or so other pony wannabes. There were women with twin
ponytails that made them look like little girls and men barely old
enough to shave. Our line divided the renovated barn that Sean’s
group had rented for the weekend. Tables lined the walls as vendors
hawked all kinds of s*x toys, books, DVDs, clothing…you name it,
someone here had it for sale or knew how to get it. People swirled
past the vendors, many on leashes that kept them at their masters’
sides like obedient pets, some in full-body sensory deprivation
suits, a few almost naked. Everywhere I looked, I saw black
leather. Bearish men wore assless leather chaps that exposed thong
underwear and vests open to naked chests and pale bellies.
Dominatrices stalked through
