Gut Punching

When I met my new friend for an experiment in this fetish, I was very excited to learn more about his kink for physical impact.

For my friend he's attracted to the masculinity and dominance of a man slamming a fist into his gut.  The impact, the sound of the fist hitting flesh, the look of another man doubled over and the grunts as he absorbs the blow all give him a rise out of it.

The idea doesn't truly interest me, however the videos he shared with me of men with rock hard bodies getting punched and slammed were very erotic.  When we moved on to actually performing the fetish, I found it to be quite intriguing.  Never before in my life have I ever even thought I'd get away with punching a man three times my size in muscle in the gut and live to tell about it, much less him getting a humongous sexual thrill out of it and asking me to continue, and even less me enjoying it!

Of course I was nervous about it, I was going to be slamming my fist into this handsome man's abdomen, there's a lot of things to consider.  Is he physically capable of receiving the blow?  Will I injure him unintentionally?  How do I punch him correctly?

According to my punch partner, the correct way to gut punch is to punch directly into the abdomen.  Don't punch and scrape the skin or curve and hit the sides, you need to punch straight forward.  Also you want to hit "meat" not bone, so the abdomen is the target, not the ribcage.  You could also aim for the pecs, but personally I'd think you'd have to lighten up on that depending on who you're punching.

My experience in punching him was fascinating.  Here I was slamming my fists as hard as I could into the stomach of a man who could easily rip my arms out of their sockets, I was beating up another man, a man of muscle and strength.  I punched, he grunted, I punched, he doubled over slightly and I held his muscular frame, my fist still in his gut.  At one point I punched with both fists, one-two-one-two, faster and faster and I felt a little part of me start to say "I think I like this!".  Then when I was exhausted he offered to punch me if I wanted.  Curious I said yes, but warned him I wasn't built or physical in any sense of the words! He was gentle, a firm fist hit my stomach easily, then increased in strength ever so slightly until I would assume he was giving 2/3 of a half real punch.  I couldn't take more, so we stopped.

What turned me on more was his muscles, but what enhanced that was the punching.  I'll gladly slam my fist into his gut again.  Unfortunately I couldn't find much sexual attraction to the fetish, but it was fun and entertaining nonetheless.  I feel that I find watching the act much more enjoyable.

As this fetish is very physical I would strongly advise to go very slow at first, light warm up punching, don't put the full body into it until you've built up to that point.  Also communicate everything, good and bad, and use safe words.

Play Safe.

Just a Thought - The Magic Tap

I was just thinking a moment earlier, what if you had the power to make people experience a full body high for a few minutes just by touching them in an inconspicuous place on their body?  For example, you wake up and God or a witch or a magical genie is at your bed and tells you that just by tapping someone's shoulder you would now give them the most amazing physical experience in the world.  So you go outside and casually brush by someone, excusing yourself but at the same time you touch their shoulder and keep walking.  A few seconds later you hear a happy sigh behind you and you turn to look back at this person, the biggest smile is on their face and it looks like they just released every negative thing in the world from their body.

However they aren't looking at you, they're just standing there happy as can be.  You remain anonymous, they have no idea what you just did but they love every wonderful second.

How would you feel?  Would you go around tapping people's shoulders left and right?  Would you only do it occasionally?  Would you do it to complete strangers, coworkers, or trusted friends?

If it were me I'd probably feel like the most powerful person on the planet, money would lose all value to me if I could walk around and instantly make people feel at ease and one with the universe just with a simple inconspicuous tap on their body.  I wouldn't want them to know it was me though, the last thing I want to happen to a gift like that is for it to become corrupted in any way.

So what would you do with a power like that?

Sexy Santa 2010

Tonight at Pistons there was a Sexy Santa contest hosted by the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.  On a whim I decided to participate in the contest myself!  Once having turned down a similar opportunity at a different bar for a fun sexy contest I swore to myself I would not pass another by.

Unfortunately due to the rain, the changing room (a makeshift tent out in the patio) was wet, but that didn't stop me from wanting to parade around in my leather! Hah!  There were seven contestants and three parts of the contest.  The first part was to just introduce yourself, answer a fun question and seductively suck on a candy cane.  I was asked if I would ever fist anyone or be fisted, I thought for a moment and answered that I would rather fist than be fisted.  The idea has actually occurred to me and I am genuinely curious about...well...shoving my forearm up a man's ass!  But in all seriousness yes, I would like to explore fisting and do so safely.

For the second part we got back up on stage and dropped our pants to stick our bare asses in a hole on the stage, it was painted so it looked like Santa was mooning the audience when the Sister would remove the cloth from the cutout.  I reminded myself and everyone else "it was for charity!" and went for it!

The third part of the contest we stripped down and were given a red jockstrap and damn was it COLD and WET tonight!  Whoo!  We then poked our crotches into holes on stage and a Sister used whipped cream to draw a smiley face on each of us, then patrons who paid $10 could come up and lick the whipped cream off while we gave our best sex moan.  That was fun.

Unfortunately I didn't make the final three, but I was given a consolation prize of some nice looking leather porn, the Santa hat we were given at the start and we could keep the red jockstraps.  I had fun, it was for charity and I hope to participate in another contest soon!

The Pie Fetish

Today was a day of unique experience!

  I received a message from someone I had been chatting back and forth with for a while on a fetish he had a genuine interest in and I had asked him what exactly it was all about.  He had said that he was available to share his unique sexual interest with me this morning.

The fetish in question? Having pies thrown in your face.

This is perhaps one of the more intriguingly unique and bizarre sexual fetishes I have ever come across and I was all too eager to accept and explore it.  Arriving, he greeted me and we went to his bedroom where I asked the general list of safety questions, "Do you know what safe words are?" "What are your limits?" "Are you clean?" and explained what my limits and boundaries were.  Afterward he explained that his friend had shown him this fetish but he doesn't really get to entertain it as much.

Taking up two fresh banana cream pies that were waiting in the kitchen, I followed him to the bathroom where he had set up a tarp in the bathtub.  Taking his place in the tub, I then mashed the first pie into his eager face.  The feeling was...new, I had never done such a thing before even in general or as a joke and certainly not under sexual circumstances.  It felt fun and I was given a tiny taste of dominant energy as I smeared and mashed the pie all over his face.  I could tell he was enjoying himself as his body was quivering.  I made sure to use as much pie as possible, taking some in my hands and throwing it at his chest, smearing it on his arms and even licking some off his face which really got him going.  Tasted great too!

At this point, any inkling of inhibition I may have had over trying this fetish on myself was obliterated like the dessert on his face.  I wanted in on this. I proceeded to hug him really close, getting the banana cream all over myself via body transfer.  Oh it felt great, wonderful, like a sweet smelling sludge, a bit chilly but I was enjoying myself too much to care.  I eagerly reached for the second pie and hit him a little harder resulting in a whipped cream splatter on the bathroom wall behind him, some even got on the window too, his body was a beautiful and delicious mess!

After finishing up our scene and thoroughly enjoying ourselves, I saw the major drawbacks and safety issues of this interesting fetish.

1) The tarp doesn't catch everything.

Of course some got in the tub and obviously on the walls.  This is a very messy fetish so you should be prepared and well supplied to clean up the aftermath.

2) Slipping hazard.

My foot slipped a few times while in the narrow tub on the cream, if you aren't careful this could really hurt you.  We didn't have a large space available, like an empty garage, which may be better suited for this kind of mess play.

3) Clogged pipes.

Since we were playing in a tub, we were in the most convenient place to wash up afterward, however we ended up standing in a few inches of water during the rinse off because the drain was obstructed by pie shell for a few minutes.  If you play in the tub, be sure to have draino handy (AFTER you shower) so you can clear out any clogs that might happen.  Best to play in an open space and deal with the walk to the bathroom instead.

4) Food allergies.

This bears mentioning, you never know who has a peanut or dairy allergy that might present a serious medical issue.  I wasn't concerned since my host had procured the pies himself, but if you're introducing a new fetish to someone, be absolutely sure they aren't allergic to it first.  Allergies can be fatal, so be VERY careful.

This had to be the most delicious and entertaining fetishes I've had the opportunity of experiencing so far.  I definitely recommend experimenting with it.

Gloved Up

I recently had the pleasure of sharing a unique fetish with a friend of mine the other night.  He's into gloves and G.O.M.  which stands for "Glove Over Mouth".  Now personally I saw gloves as nothing more than a lovely addition to fetish gear, a cowboy wearing fringed gloves, a cop wearing thin police gloves, but I never really considered them by themselves before I met this gentleman.

Unfortunately the GOM fetish is esoteric in nature, usually flying under the radar as a light kink like dirty talk or body kissing.  It provides a feeling of overpowering a kidnap victim, or being abducted depending on your favorite side of the glove. 

During my time with this friend, I intended to go in as the dominant, I wanted to make his glove fantasy a sweet memorable reality and see the pleased look on his face when it came true.  However I was surprised that it did not go as I had originally planned!  Soon into our scene I found myself held tightly from behind, leather gloves smothering my mouth and eyes, a firm masculine grip on my face muffling my grunts.

Now to be honest I have a slight abduction fantasy, being taken away by a few handsome strangers for a few hours in a van sounds like fun.  So GOM was a definite hit with me and I highly recommend it if you've ever thought about a unique submission scene.

Nothing like the smell of leather!

Play Safe, my friends.

Leather Cops

(Sorry guys this one's pretty late!)

This Black Friday was one hell of an experience to remember!

I was finally able to travel up to a friend's place and the reason I've been so excited to visit his home was due to the fact that he had built his own dungeon complete with chain spiderweb, two cages and an assortment of other fun playthings!  Most of which he had built from scratch himself!

The night started off beautifully, geared up in my leather uniform, gun belt and engineer boots he led me down into his dungeon and tied me to a post.  Hands locked in a set of iron handcuffs much like these which were surprisingly comfortable, he blindfolded me and stuffed a hollow rubber ball gag in my mouth.  I normally don't enjoy phallic or ball gags mainly because of discomfort and the odd sensation it gives me during use, but this one would bend and compress when I bit or moved my mouth.  Completely at his mercy, he proceeded to dim the lights and turn on some nice dungeon music then worked my body over for a good while.

Afterwards he took off my blindfold and I mistook his pants for leather and complimented them.  He stated he wasn't wearing any yet and asked me if I'd like him to be in his leather.  I eagerly answered yes and the next thing I know I'm ordered to get inside a tall narrow cage with not even enough space to turn around.  The doors shut and lock and the room is plunged into darkness.  I eagerly wait for my Sir to return, like a dog waiting for his master, I find myself groaning in my mind for him to reappear.  Soon the lights come back up and I see my Sir dressed in a black leather cop uniform complete with gun belt, boots, aviators and a muir cap.

He orders me out of the cage and down on my knees, he takes a seat and orders me to worship his boots after working me up even more, he has me in the palm of his hand, my body and being ache to serve him and I am only too happy to put my tongue to his boot.  At this point in the farthest reaches of my mind, where my sense of person is safely tucked away I am looking at myself.  I see me working to please my Sir, and wanting it with every part of my being.  It is a remarkable feeling, something I have never experienced with such urgency and fervor before. My submissive mindset is screaming "Please him! Make him happy! Do not fail your Sir!" the entire time my face was at his feet.

My subspace must interfere with my ability to clearly remember the evening, more haze, my face is in his leather pants, then back at his boots, haze again and then I distinctly remember him holding my face with one gloved hand and with the other he takes a black handgun from his holster (later I see that it was an obvious fake but at the time it looked very real to my submissive mindset) and rubs it against my face saying "Good, I'm glad to hear that.  Wouldn't want any accidents now would we boy?" for added effect, I remember my body stiffened in loyal fear and I said "No, Sir!"

Later he orders me to strip down to my socks and jockstrap as he counts, I frantically obey, just meeting the deadline by half a second, panting in fear.  "Ohhhh that was close boy, you wouldn't want to find out what happens to boys that don't make their numbers..." he says, adding to my subspace anxiety.  I'm ordered into a cage with a comfortable pillow and floor padding where he collars me and binds me to the bars as the evening comes to a conclusion and my Sir enjoys himself much to my delight.

Looking back at the experience I would not hesitate to do it all over again, changing nothing.  I found that I really do enjoy subspace and that evening for the very first time I had no inhibitions to giving my entire sense of being over to someone else in a scene.  My experience with my other Sir, was close to this one, very enjoyable, however I did not reach the "Ultimate Servitude" feeling as I did with my Sir for this evening.  I am certain is it mainly because my previous Sir was more gentle and sensual, this scene touched feelings of anxiety and fearful loyalty.  Both of which I surprisingly enjoyed!

The boy's Bill of Rights

Recently while perusing profiles on a certain fetish social network, I came across a profile that had something written on it that, in my honest opinion, needed to be shared with the rest of the fetish community.

It was titled "The boy's Bill of Rights" and it reads as follows.

"The boys' Bill of Rights"

1. Every boy has the right to have his body, intellect, and emotions protected by his Dom.

2. Every boy has the right to choose the man whom he serves and to discontinue that service and take his leave without being subjected to physical, mental, or emotional abuse.

3. Every boy has the right to be cared for, disciplined appropriately, and allowed to feel pride in his submission.

4. Every boy has the right to protected sex if he so wishes.

5. Every boy has the right to privacy if he so wishes. No boy can be blackmailed, publicly humiliated, or physically coerced into service without his expressed desire to be so.

6. Every boy has the right to defend himself from physical, sexual, and emotional abuse.

7. Every boy has the right to consent or not to consent to sexual activities.

8. Every boy has the right to seek refuge, counsel, and advice from other subs and Doms without the expectation of sex, money, or any other service in return.

9. Every boy has the right to a physically and emotionally available circle of friends.

10. Every boy has the right to protect his own possessions and finances against intercession, theft, and non-consensual acquisition.

SIRS: Refer to this profile or copy and paste this Bill of Rights into your own if you wish to let subs know how you feel about their rights. 

subs, boys, and pups: Refer to this profile or include the Bill in your own and take a stand against boys and abuse.

I personally agree with every statement listed, and I've heard stories of Masters abusing their subs.  They don't take the proper precautions during scene play and actually hurt them as a result.  The fact that this tends to happen when people don't take fetish and kink scenes seriously damages the entire fetish world as a result.  People get turned off by the idea entirely or they start to fear it, people outside the scene hear the horror stories first and jump to conclusions and then further misinformation or assumptions come about, making the scene look like a joke or a huge danger.

So when you play, please play safely and sanely.

Affinity: Motorcycles and Bikers

I was considering adding an aspect to my journal here, since I'm not able to get out to fun fetish events every week and I think this journal needs a lot more attention than what I'm currently giving it, I decided to create an "Affinity" series and explain just what exactly attracts me to such fun fetishes I've discovered so far.

Affinity is defined as "a natural liking for or attraction to a person, thing, idea, etc." So for my first "Affinity" entry, I'll let you in on why those sexy riders and bikes make me take an extra long look.

 

 

For starters, the bikes.  Sleek, slick, powerful machines.  Slender in composition, ripped with power, these bikes demand a lot of respect, and offer enormous amounts of speed.  The sound of a bike engine is unique and easy to recognize, making me look up and perk my ears in its direction, hoping to catch a glimpse of it and the rider before they rocket out of sight.  Now to be clear, it's not the bike that I'm attracted to, or rather it's not entirely the bike.  For example, you would add spices to a dish in order to enhance the flavor, so for a handsome man in motorcycle gear to seat himself on his ride would greatly enhance my general interest in him.

 

Next, the gear.  I love a wide variety of gear, but one of my favorites is motorcycle gear.  Jackets, pants, and boots are very sexy, but full riding suits are much more attractive.  Geared up from head to toe, and extra points if it's leather.  A full body shield makes a man look tough, masculine, and a force to be reckoned with.

 

Another piece of gear that revs my engine (sorry), is the helmet.  Bucket helmets don't really do it for me, it seems too light, somewhat unfinished.  Something is missing from it.  Sawblade and mohawk helmets are a lot of fun, they're rebellious and very noticeable, they scream "Hey asshole!  Take a look at this!"  Next up the scale are the MX style helmets.  The shape is unique and attractive, the visor on the top also adds something interesting to the overall look and feel of the headgear.  However the most attractive helmet in my honest opinion will always be the mirrored visor or black visor full-face helmet.  These helmets completely hide the identity of the rider, giving a deeply-admired sense of mystery to the wearer.  

Finally, when all of these elements are combined, rider in gear on a sleek and sexy bike, and then riding out onto a nice long open road, the fantasy comes to life.  I myself have had a wonderful experience of riding with a friend of mine on the back of his bike.  The feeling of exposed motion, independence, even the slight aspect of danger all give me such a wonderful rush and love of living.  

 

 

And that's my affinity.

Fetish Poetry: Biker Dream

"Biker Dream"

Handsome biker
Sexy rider
Take me away
Far away
To a place of deep respite
Tie me up
Kiss me all night
Tell me it's going to be all right
Leave all my fears for dead
As you carry me to your restful bed
Hold my body close to your muscled frame
Your glove over my mouth, my chest the same
I give you my muffled sigh
As I gaze into your mirrored eye
Your helmet visor reflects my face
You ignite my body with sexual grace
Later we fall into restful slumber
I awaken next morning, next to your number.

-Zageden
Nov 11th, 2010

Avatar's Howler Event

This past weekend was very, very enjoyable!

Friday I headed up to LA and met with a leather friend of mine, we headed to some clothing shops for some last minute Halloween costume ideas for him, I got to see a nice military clothing store before we stopped to pick up dinner and headed over to his place.

I'll just skip to the fun parts for you guys, because I know that's all you're interested in, haha.

Well I had my first Sir/boy experience, I tend to think of it more of a Sir and boy scene mainly because I tend to think of Master/slave scenes as more intense.  I must say I really enjoyed being his subservient for the night and morning I was staying at his house.  It truly began when he ordered my clothes off and asked me to kneel on a pillow in front of him.  He presented me with a collar and asked me if I accepted it I would be his boy from then until the time he had to drive me to the station, I took a moment to absorb that and then said yes. 

(Now this is what makes him a very good Sir, he went with my pace, and asked me a lot of questions several days prior, even going as far as to give me a questionnaire to fill out.  What I liked, didn't like, what I had experienced, did not experience yet, and what were my "hard limits" or definite "no" fetishes.  This is what showed me he knew what he was doing, as he took a genuine interest in my fetish boundaries and respected them.)

He then proceeded to lock the collar on, and the evening really began.  I was to eat dinner completely nude, which actually was pretty fun, and after a little while I didn't even notice I wasn't wearing anything but the collar.  Sir was very gentle with me and considerate of my limits as well.  He bound me up a few times, pushing limits I wasn't very aware of, tight rope, temporary tingling wrists-

(always let your dom know when you feel pins and needles, very important, this deals with blood circulation)

-and a load of tickling which I must say was very frustrating.  I really dislike tickling, even though I was laughing my ass off, dealing with as much as I could stand before begging him to stop.

When it came time to get ready for the event, my Sir suggested I wear some leather from his and his partner's collection.  A pair of chaps, some black underwear, my boots, and my leather sleeveless shirt, along with a muir cap (AKA "daddy caps").  I actually wore one once in The Crypt, a fetish store in Long Beach, and didn't think it really fit my personality, but after seeing myself in full leather, collar included, I was amazed at how much I liked how I looked in it!

Heading out, we stopped for gas, which was only a notable experience mainly because I was in gear while walking up to the attendant, smiling, and asking for $20.00 in gas on our pump.  I think I may have made her shift worthwhile.  Afterward, finding ourselves quite early for the event, we stopped by Rough Trade in Silverlake and browsed around a little while.  I may have discovered a new interest that night as they had an incredible rubber dog hood that was usually behind glass, out in the open.  I asked if I could try it on, and the manager was more than happy to let me do so.  The rubber hood was like a work of art, it resembled a Doberman Pinscher incredibly well, down to the fur markings.  Putting it on, I felt like I was of a select few who were really "able" to wear it, like it had chosen me, and after seeing myself in the mirror, a piece of me desperately wanted to keep it on, while another part of me was slightly afraid that I enjoyed it so much!  The manager himself said that he thought I looked incredible in it, which just makes things "worse". Haha!

Leaving Rough Trade, we finally headed out to the Eagle bar.  Upon arriving at the front gate, Sir leashed me with a chain leash and pulled me along inside.  My only regret is that he had to release me in order for me to fetch the beer he politely requested soon after.  We mingled for a while outside, meeting up with other leather men like Don Mike, Marcus, and other titleholders as well as the men of Avatar Los Angeles, who had put a lot of great work into arranging and producing the event itself.

One of the fun little activities they had planned which had initially attracted me to go to the event in the first place was the butt painting contest.  Now I had no intention of having my own ass painted, goodness no, it would get all over my nice leather that Sir had been so generous to lend to me!  I wanted to paint!  I was lucky to meet another sub who wanted his butt painted, and he was generous to offer me his ass as my canvas.

(I will take the art world by storm, just you wait and see!  Ass paintings will be in the Louvre someday!)



The event wound itself down, so Sir and I left and returned to his home.  After some nice leather hugging, he lifted me and carried me to the bedroom where we proceeded to explore my limits and interests in the fetish world. 

I undressed at his order and he then began to flog me with a leather flogger.  It was blunt and hard, but satisfying, several times he went harder and harder until I let him know I couldn't take much more.

(Always decide on a safe word or signal, things can get very intense with flogging and safety is of the utmost importance.)

The experience left me in an emotional state, tears welling up in my eyes as deep-seeded emotions rose to the surface.  (Flogging can be a very intense experience, I don't fully understand why, but even as I write this I'm welling up with tears again, I am not sad nor upset, but I am very eager for more.)  My Sir provided absolutely excellent aftercare, bringing me up on the bed and holding me close until I could compose myself once more.  My Sir praising me and talking in a soft voice made me feel so wonderful.

We ended the night with me worshiping my Sir's leather boots, something I've always wanted to experience, and I fully enjoyed it.

The morning was just as incredible, for breakfast, my Sir had me eat oatmeal out of a bowl on the floor, my first experience of puppy play.  I must say, it was interesting and different, but very fun as messy as it was.  After my meal we went back to the bedroom and my Sir flogged me, however this time was much more intense.  After several heavy hits, he ordered me to count the next few, each one more intense and heavy than the last.  At 6 I couldn't take anymore.  As determined as I was to endure as much as possible, I cried out no more and my Sir ceased immediately, bringing me close and providing the same amazing aftercare as before.  My back was like a sunburn, red and burning with heat, my eyes flushed with tears once more.

After regaining composure, Sir experimented with a little ice and wax play, after my back was able to handle it of course.  Unfortunately the candles available weren't what I could take, it was slightly too hot for me, and we decided to try again after he obtained more appropriate waxing candles. 

(Wax play can be dangerous, please make sure you have the appropriate candles, as they tend to melt at different temperatures.)

Soon it was time for me to leave, and the collar came off.

After such an incredible experience...I am more than willing to do it all again. Absolutely amazing and mind blowing.


Thank you, Sir.