Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Cowboy Night

March 29th, 2014

Tonight I had the pleasure of having Max over again.  We planned to spend the night at Pistons for their cowboy event "Rukus" in the appropriate gear.  The boy arrived and definitely looked the part of a saloon bartender, button up shirt, leather vest, denim jeans, and cowboy boots.  He grew out his mustache, and it only just added to his sexy overall look.  I grabbed him the moment he was in the gate, locked the door behind him, pulled him in and gave him a nice, deep, deliberate kiss, along with a firm grope to his balls.  This boy makes the best noises, which turns me on like nothing else and gets my dominant energy flowing faster and harder.  I'm getting excited just writing about him.

I lent him one of my cowboy hats, and went out with my leather jacket, denim jeans, black boots, and firm straw black cowboy hat.  We headed to dinner first, then hit the bar, I gave him the Pistons tour, pool tables, bootblack bike, stage, then pushed him up against the stage and made out with his sweet lips. Getting a few gasps and moans out of him beforehand, I then tied his hands behind his back, pulled him over to a bench, put him down between my boots as I researched possible drink options on my phone.  Once I made up my mind (as I can never remember what drinks I like), I dragged him to the bar still bound and ordered a Tequila-Sprite, made some nice small talk with another patron, then dragged him back to the patio and continued molesting his willing body between sips of my cocktail.

On our way out, on our way to the car I waited until we were next to a big length of blank wall, I swiped the hat off his head, shoved him up against the building, and made out with him as fiercely as I possibly could.  It was one of the things I always wanted to happen to me, so I knew just how hot it was going to be for this sexy boy.  Once back in the car and about 45 painful minutes hunting for parking back in Long Beach, I get him home and strip him to his jockstrap and tie him to my chair, blindfold, and gag him.  I then proceeded to nip, bite, lick, and molest him further.

Once that little fun was over, I released him, then rebound him to my bed, letting the dark fox play with him as much as possible.  I lubed him up and edged him as far as I could, he was so ready to blow, and then I milked it out of him, oh the moans he let out were so beautiful.  In the afterglow I gently wiped him down with a warm wet towel, released him from my restraints, and held his sexy naked body close to mine.  Such a sweet little boy, I can't wait to ravage him again!

Play Safe Dear Reader

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Some Sling Fun

February 26th, 2014

Today the Little Brown One picked me up and we had a very enjoyable meal together which he generously treated me to.  Then, once back at my place, I stripped him down to his assless jockstrap which frames him so very tastefully, and directed him about how to clean my room.

He went right to work, and did a fantastic job. My new room is now clean, calm, and organized.  I love what he did in my closet as now all my boots are very neatly arranged and ready for use.  Unfortunately we ran out of time before he could make it to the living room or kitchen, but it's like a good theme park, you can't do everything in a day, and it keeps you coming back.

From there we headed over to his house and fooled around, he had his sling set up but first he put me on the bed and massaged me.  Fuck I love it when boys rub my feet, it's one of the best feelings next to a full body massage.  Then, relaxed and oiled, I was led to the sling where he hooded me and pleased me, licking my hole, sucking my manhood, riding me in the sling, and edging me.

Once my arms started to tingle he let me out of the sling, and still hooded, I made love to him on the bed.  I entered him slowly, gently, and easy at first.  Rolling myself into him a little harder, firmer, and faster until I found myself slamming my cock hard into his hole! Deep! Thrusting passionately until I started howling as I came!

I love this chore boy!  I wish I could have him more often!

Play Safe Dear Reader

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

The Fursuit Attraction

February 9th, 2014

Tonight was very interesting. My buddy Mez came over with a friend of his who owned and wore a fursuit.  We were going to the Sunday furry karaoke party later that night at the Silver Fox and his friend brought his fursuit up with him.  His buddy went into my room and changed into the suit, and then called us in.

I was greeted to a welcoming sight of a large German Shepherd with open arms on my bed waiting for me.  I wasted no time in climbing on the bed and melting into his soft furry arms.  The feeling of them holding me was so comforting, I felt safe, like a giant security blanket or a teddy bear that could hug back.  I remembered times when I was a little kid, crying and feeling insecure, wishing that my stuffed animals could comfort me, well this was like all of those wishes coming true at once.

I felt my stress melt away as I hugged him close, the big furry paws rubbing my back, gentle and sweet.  The masculinity of the snarling face, coupled with his sweet and friendly personality, and flirtatious nature was a welcomed and cherished new turn on.  As I hugged this big furry German Shepherd I wanted him to dominate me sensually, I wanted him to tie me up and hold me.  I wanted to fall asleep in his warm arms.  I even wanted him to make love to me, gently, sweetly.  I am legitimately turned on by a fursuit, and even though I was unsure of how I felt about it before, I knew that right now the moments I spent in his cuddly embrace, I loved ever second of it and have no shame of wanting more.

Play Safe Dear Reader

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

A Quick Little Visit

January 28th, 2014

This afternoon The Little Brown One proposed to stop over for an hour of fun.  Now, usually I never do this, as "quickies" tend to leave me feeling cheap and used, as the men who propose them don't stay to bask in the afterglow and simply jump back in their pants and head for the door, and I'm just a means to an end.  However when it's with a trusted friend, and loyal boy, offering his body to me for a round of fun, it's different on a personal and emotional level.

I was extremely horny, I put on my chaps, harness, cowboy boots all under a shirt and sweatpants in order to meet him at the gate.  Once inside my apartment I blindfolded him, donned my muir cap after removing my shirt and sweats, and then took his blindfold off and made him service his Sir's balls.  If it was going to be a quick visit, I wanted him to love it all.

I pulled him up and stripped him, then shoved him on the bed, tied him down spread eagle after more kissing and nipping at his body before lubing up his hole, sliding on a rubber, and entering him.  Finally I was fucking in my chaps, I don't know why it took me so long, but it didn't matter, all that mattered at this moment was that I was inside my happy little chore boy, who was so eager to ride his Sir's cock.

I had been so horny all day, waiting and stroking all day long, that once I thrust into him I felt my climax just three slams away.  I did my very best to prolong it, but when the beast within orders you to cum, you ask how hard.  I snarled in his ear, "Look what you did boy! You made me so horny I'm cumming already!" as I erupted in his hole, but I kept thrusting, I wasn't going to just let that be the end of it, fuck no, I had my loyal chore boy here to slam a bit! I was going to enjoy myself!

When I did end the fun, we cleaned up quickly and he headed out on his way.  I'm so happy to have a man willing to be my little fuckoy AND man servant to clean my home.  What a good Little Brown One he is.

Play Safe Dear Reader

Monday, March 31, 2014

A Hard Pound Before Dinner

January 27th, 2014

This afternoon I spent with Sir John, finally! After many weeks I got to see him again.  He arrived with a small gear bag and I greeted him in my bulldog harness and a red jockstrap under my clothes, as I know he loves boys in jocks.  We entered my apartment and kissed our hellos, good and deep. He placed his collar around my neck and started things off with tying my hands behind me and securing the rope around my chest.  More gentle kissing, and I was blindfolded, led to the bed, pushed on top of it, and molested to my delight.

He kissed me, teased my hole with his manhood, and made me thankful to be his boy toy.  He lubed up my hole with boy butter and slid a condom on his long, sexy member.  He slid inside of me and it felt incredible, I missed the ease of which he would enter me, and his length.  He fucked me gently at first, warming up my hole and then he gagged me with a knotted hanky.  That's when he turned up his heat, he ravaged me, went deep inside of me, pounding it with no hesitation, making it burn, I screamed into the gag, loving it, hating it, begging for it all at the same time.  He eventually ceased his punishing slams to give my hole much needed mercy.

He flipped me on my back after releasing my hands, taking away the gag, and giving my sight back.  He slid a condom on my own cock and lubed me up, as well as his own hole.  It was my turn now!  He sat on me easily, and it felt so great to be fucking him.  I love to be inside him, I had him lay on his back so I could see his face as I fucked him, it's much more enjoyable that way.  Especially when I lean down and kiss the man who ravages my hole so well as I pound his with my own manhood.  I lay on top of him, holding him tightly as I thrust inside, listening to our grunts, I exploded in ecstasy as I climaxed.

After the afterglow, we cleaned up, put the bedroom back in order, and went out for a wonderful supper together.  I miss the feeling of his collar already.  It feels natural to me.

Thank you Sir, love you!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

My Experience as a Cash Master

I've been meaning to make a blog post about this for a while now, as it's a fascinating and enjoyable kink.  The subject of play is Cash Play, or Financial Domination.

The name tells you pretty much what the kink is, as a top in this play I consensually dominate a submissive's finances.  The submissive person in these scenes get sexual or nonsexual gratification in submitting to a dominant in many ways via financial play.  These can include but are not limited to: cash tributes, material or intangible gifts, giving experiences such as dinners or vacations, paying bills on the dominant's behalf, and so on.  This can be as mild as a small cash tribute/gift of a few dollars, or as extreme, as I've observed and even been invited into, controlling a submissive's entire income, such as paychecks, bank accounts, and even 401Ks.

The flexibility of this fetish is that you can do this online as well as offline, I desire more offline play myself, as it's more palpable and personal, however I do enjoy playing via skype chat sessions and yahoo chats with subs that are eager to submit and have a good head on their shoulders (more on that in a moment).

The eroticism for me is in the play itself, a submissive man with his wallet in his mouth, and eager to please me as his Master, Boss, or Sir.  Walking with him close behind or by my side, putting things at my direction in the shopping cart without hesitation, and a smile on his face.  It's the power play that is more fun than the items being purchased, however those are a wonderful and greatly appreciated benefit of the play, of which I am always grateful for.

I was introduced to financial domination by a man I had an online domination relationship with for a good few years.  We had talked for ages, and he kept mentioning he wanted to see me in a leather executioner's hood, leather gloves, and to have me "hold his slave life in my hands" (figuratively mind you, this is fantasy play, I'm not about to grab a battle axe and go dark ages on his neck).  We discussed the gear more, and he said he wanted to tribute them to me.  He kept mentioning it, and so I agreed to accept his "leather tribute" to me.  I picked out the hood on the Mr. S website, and the gloves I wanted and sent him the links to both so he could buy them for me and send them my way.  A week went by, a month, and he went dead silent.  Dropped off the face of the earth.  No response to messages, texts, or voicemails.  After years of hot erotic chat, when it came time to pay the piper this guy ran for the hills.  I was greatly disappointed in him, not only did I genuinely want to play with him, but I thought he actually meant what he said and I was ready to do everything we talked about, I wanted to make all of his sexy dreams come true.

Well, the thought stayed in my head, what is tributing? What is this kind of play called?  I asked around on Fetlife and a dominatrix friend of mine explained that this kink was "like the golden goose".  I agreed, a submissive that gets sexual gratification by giving money? What an ideal play session!  Of course I was going to take this as seriously as I took my other play, there are limits, there are laws, I was going to be respectful at all times.

So I looked around for a place to find guys into this, and I came across a few websites, however a lot of them were very poorly put together, many if not all of them in different countries, and run by men who had absolutely no idea of how to design a web page.  Even further disappointing and disgusting is the behavior of a lot of the "masters" that populate these sites.  Now I understand that a good amount of men are turned on by being talked down to, verbally abused, however the kind of attitude that permeated these sites is questionable and strongly homophobic. It doesn't feel like it's for play, but real hate, real abuse, and real mistreatment, which disappoints me greatly.  I fear they have no clue of the kind of damage they can do to another person, and I feel that they wouldn't care even if they did. These "masters" probably heard "hey you can get free stuff from these guys if you talk shit to them" and they ran to sign up, not thinking of the real-world consequences, but then that's my observation, and it's also the submissive's responsibility to say "No, you're an asshole, I don't want to play with you."

It got so bad at one point I once had to bail out a boy because he let his guard down. Unbeknownst to him, a guy was recording him on their video chat, on which he mentioned his name, where he lived, and other sensitive information.  The guy then used this video to try and extort money out of him, around the tune of five thousand dollars. When the boy refused, the monster then put the video on various websites, and I went and had them removed immediately.  The boy then left the cash play websites and swore it off forever.

My experience with the submissives on these various websites has been very scarce, many would claim to want to play, but then when presented with the clear opportunity to play with me, they would vanish into thin air.  I also have been offered entire livelihoods like paycheck domination, remote computer access, and even paypal account control, right off the bat.  I refused these, as it's not only not my style of domination nor my desire, it's also suspicious.  I've refused others as well, men who were on disability, starving students, cheating husbands (one man had a wife and kids, I couldn't in any corner of my heart take money from a family, period) and cash draining addicts.  The addicts are sad, as they beg, beg, and beg to be drained, to be destitute, it's tragic to watch, and you can even see their behavior follow a formula, as anything is never enough.  Even going so far as wanting to be driven into horrifying debt.

However not all of them are so terrible or desperate, and I have experienced a nice share of good, well-behaved boys and slaves.  The majority of the subs have been online, and the ones that didn't run away and vanish into the shadows have been quite pleasant.  Many have told me they found me a shocking difference to the majority of the dominants that populate the websites. "Wow, you're so nice!" Well of course, I actually do care about you, boy.  I enjoy building up a rapport with them, making them feel at ease, and we trade lovely erotic chats back and forth as we play.

One boy I was fortunate enough to meet in person, which is exceedingly rare, as a result of the entirety of these cash play websites are all over in Europe, their demographic is usually on the other side of the globe as well, in addition to the flakiness and unreliability of many submissives.  We met and got to know each other at a local bar, then he took me for lunch, and afterward we went to the grocery store for a few items, and he was only happy to pick up the bill.  It was my first real time cash play experience, and I was able to gain ideas for our next session together, and for future cash boys as well.

One cash piggy in particular whom I thoroughly enjoy playing with has offered a number of times to fly me over to France to meet him in person.  The only reason I've not already accepted is my apprehensions on the situation. I've never been abroad before (plus I really need to look into getting a passport to begin with), and flying to an entirely different country where I only know one person is a bit frightening, especially when I can only speak English and have no comprehension of local culture practice and so on.

Now I have received flak from some people, and one of them was actually a man I had known for quite a while.  He was livid, exploding at me, telling me I "was misusing my title", and was acting shamefully, then refused to talk to me further or even hear my response. Some even called me a prostitute.  Well one, I would never, and have never "used my title" for anything.  As a titleholder it's just a title, a contest I won, it doesn't give me any shiney privileges, permissions, or superpowers.  The only two times it's ever done anything for me physically was when a bouncer saw my medallion, and invited me into the bar cover-free and ahead of the line.  I was grateful and accepted, but not once did I ask for something using it as a ticket or a pass.  I hear about ego-inflated titleholders using the line "don't you know who I am!?" If you have to ask, I really don't give a shit, and probably never will.  You're an asshole. End of story.

The next part is about prostitution:

"Prostitution is the business or practice of engaging in sexual relations, in exchange for payment."
"sexual relations: sexual intercourse; coitus."

I'm not charging guys money or gifts for sex, nor would I. If you ask my price (and guys have in the past), you can't afford me, nor ever will. I don't have sex for money, it's illegal and unattractive.  This is a fetish and a kink, not a business.

With all that said, I do have my fantasies about this fetish, and would like to end on an erotic note.

One such fantasy is having a very eager cash boy rent a limousine for the two of us for an evening.  I'm in full leather, boot to muir cap. He opens my door, dressed in a nice suit and tie.  He treats me to a fine dinner, and a drink or two at a leather bar, the entire time referring to me as "Boss" and "Sir".  When we're ready to leave, he has us driven back to his place where we head inside and he submits to me, stripping down to his harness and jockstrap, I collar him and pull his leash down so he may lick my boots.  I seat myself on his sofa and enjoy him worshipping my boot leather.  He discreetly tucks in dollar bills into my boots as he licks them toe-tip to shaft.  I pull him into the bedroom where a nice new pair of gauntlet gloves await me.  I slip them on and use them to cover his mouth and face, he melts into deeper submission as he takes the aroma of new leather deep into his nostrils and I enjoy his vulnerable, sexy body.  Things escalate from there and the evening rolls on, and on.  Then, the next morning I awake to a very happy boy in my arms, and talk of what to do about breakfast and the good times we had last night.

I hope you've enjoyed this lengthy post, and if you are interested in financial domination I hope you, like every kink and fetish out there, choose to explore it safely.  There are a lot of people out there who do not practice it safely or respectfully, and you can seriously get into a lot of trouble.

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Prey For a Muscled Wolf

January 26th, 2014

Last night I went to Pistons with Sir Steve and his friend Syd, once we arrived, Sir Steve headed off to judge the contest and I was left to my own devices, looking for Spike, who said he would be in Los Angeles for a few days and I invited (if not demanded) he join me at Pistons that night.

Suddenly a strong, forceful bite sunk down on my shoulder and I was his prey.  His teeth painfully sunk into my flesh and I was helpless. He growled hello into my ear and I melted further, he picked me up and lifted me into his strong, muscled arms, carrying me forward into the crowd, a huge smile plastered on my face.  I admit I was gloating with my grin as eyes met mine, being carried by the strongest muscled man in the bar.  He set me down and we watched the contest with his bulging muscled arms wrapped around me, and I loved every horny moment of it.

I happily introduced him to Sir Steve, thinking that it was a good idea to mix their unique personalities of intelligent sarcastic banter for future fun.  At one point Spike took me into a darker corner and chomped down on my neck, it hurt intensely but I couldn't help but want him to do it.  I was instantly and completely subservient.  I felt my energy drain, any form of dominance left my body and mind like a rapidly evaporating pool, turning to mist and vanishing.  He kept his jaws on the back of my neck, I was helpless to stop it, weakened, he let go and I was flying high.

We found a seat and I fell into his muscled power.  My head heavy, I could barely lift it. I sat in his embrace for a while before I could gather enough energy to come back to earth.  After he went up to get his boots blacked, we went out to dinner down the street from my apartment, a very amusing and entertaining meal later, I brought him back to my home.  I finally had him in my own bed, we snuggled close and I worshipped his gorgeous body.  Rock hard pecs, a succulent stomach, arms that could lift anything they wanted, I wanted to be anything he desired of me.  He kissed, licked, and nipped me into even deeper submission.  His embrace enveloped me, and we fell asleep together.  The big muscled wolf in my own home at last, like finally having a celebrity in your own home, I admire him so much.

I woke with him the next morning, and was treated to more muscled snuggles.  It was pure bliss!  He talked about the FitExpo in town, and my imagination all but burst.  Tales of crowds of muscled hunks walking about.  I was in heaven at the very idea.  He then told me he wants to become even bigger!  I want to be his little fox boy, right there with the protein shakes, watching as he pumps iron, flips monster truck tires, and bulks bigger, and bigger, and bigger, a throbbing power to worship with a sweet attitude and powerful mind.  He told me he's encountered the douchebag bodybuilders, and wants to be the example of how a muscled man should be.  A real man of men, a gentleman, a caring soul.  He then told me he's somewhat into video games, and I nearly fainted from excitement.
 
My vision is blurring as I type this, it's so hard to focus on the screen as my blood rushes from my mind and I become more and more...excited at the idea of him returning soon.  I'll be here waiting!  Arf!

Play Safe Dear Reader