Socal Bondage 3

(Original Post Date: September 11th, 2010)


Last night was a real treat, I arrived at the club with my leather buddy and we heard that there was a real crowd for the night.  Around perhaps 30 or more guys were in attendance, in addition to the photographers from "OMG I've been shot!" who were doing a complimentary photoshoot for guys in their gear.

When the huge door opened I was astounded, the main room was crowded with guys in their gear, in scenes, talking, and getting photographed.  I had never seen such a turnout for the club before in my short, but very pleasurable history with the club.  Every room in the back had a scene either starting up or in full swing,  I joked to my friend "If it gets any more crowded, we're going to have to grab a number!"
I did see some very interesting scenes that night, in the Japanese red room a handsome blond young man in leather pants was dominating an older submissive tied to a wooden cross with another sub.  However maybe "dominating" is too light a word.  He was barking orders in such a strong and masterful tone like the snarl of an enraged German Shephard, straining at the leash to rip apart a foolish intruder.  As a result, my respected attraction to his handsome face and sexy body turned instantly to intimidated and fearful respect of the brutal power that his cute face had hidden.   I assure you,  if you had watched even 100 videos of master and slave fetish pornography, it would not have prepared you for this scene.

The black and white chain spider web room next door was just as intriguing.  No words, but rather primal moaning and near-screams of ecstasy were pouring out of this doorway.  A man was blindfolded and gagged with a mechanism that forced the mouth open, tied to the chain web.  His dominant was lightly slapping his testicles and penis with a riding crop, varying with intensity.  The reactions were jerking and struggling accompanied by moans and cries that attracted quite an audience.

Moving on, I passed by several of the other rooms.  The jail cell, doctor's office and victorian rooms had men being tied and scenes just starting up, but the most interesting scene I witnessed that night was a man in a gas mask being suspended in the throne room by generous amounts of rope.  He turned slowly and gently, close to the floor, facing the ceiling in what looked like the most comfortable rope bondage scene I have ever had the pleasure of viewing.

I also met up with the gentleman who had tied me my very first visit to the Socal Bondage Club, it was a pleasure seeing him again and I thanked him again for the experience.  The night went on, and I was briefly straitjacketed, gagged (with painter's tape this time. Let my painful experience be a lesson to you, duct tape is NOT a good gag for those with facial hair! Damn!) and blindfolded.  Unfortunately with my leather CHP uniform and gloves, the jacket proved to be much too hot.  The heat, combined with laying down on the couch, gagged, blindfolded and my boots beginning to be tied together proved to be overwhelming and I felt panic start to set in.  Needless to say, the jacket came off soon after.

Safety Note: During any scene, when you feel the start of panic start to set in, let your play partner(s) know immediately so they can provide proper attention.  Freak outs can be traumatic, so nip them in the bud ASAP.  Also, when dominating or supervising, always check to see  if your submissive is doing well or not so you can see to the corrections immediately.

Later on I had the chance to try on a friend's football gear and helmet. I have always had a light admiration for American Football gear, the bulky armor, the look of a jersey draped over the shoulder pads, and the rock hard helmet concealing and protecting the face of a pigskin warrior on the field.  It all just reeks of masculinity!  This was a lot of fun, I love the feeling of armor and being protected from physical blows to the body.  The shoulder pads and helmet were actually a lot lighter than I had originally imagined, and I did get a lot of guys banging me up as a result...by playfully punching and banging on the armor of course.

Near the end of the evening it was finally my turn to have my photograph taken in my gear, the photographer did a phenomenal job of communicating, he asked me what I wanted to portray and how I saw myself both in and out of the fetish world.  He took a set of me in my CHP uniform and a set of me in my friend's football gear.  I'm very excited to see how they all turned out, especially because another friend of mine got into my shoot and "spiced things up" for my CHP set.  I actually enjoy the idea of being an "officer in peril", it was a new and fun experience.

My leather buddy and I closed out the evening at the Bullet with me downing my first shot of peppermint schnapps, which I am now a big fan of.


Play Safe!