Fetish of The Month 2012: July - Uniforms

You guys ready for this? July's Fetish of the Month is all about Uniforms!


This month my good friend Sir Michael, (yes THAT Sir Michael!) sent in some hot photos of himself in his sexy uniform in addition to a handful of handsome men who contributed their uniform experiences for us to enjoy, and Sir Michael also gives us a very in-depth look at his experiences with uniforms as well!




First things first! How did you discover uniforms?

"J"

"I discovered leather uniforms as a fetish when i was 21 years old and i saw a picture from a leatherman wearing his leather uniform it was a shock.. cus i used to like only leather gear, but when i saw that i said "OMG thie is great" and cus i like policeman, then i thougt "this is the best combination between uniforms and leather" and i only felt atraction for the uniforms..."

"GF Member M."

"Discovered uniforms as a kid watching shows like CHP, and more later as I got more into boots especially the tall motorcop boots. "


"MC"

"I met someone at a bar who took me home and put me in one of his uniforms and I was hooked."


Mmn nice answers, boys! I think I've always liked the look of a uniform, I'd say it was one of those fetishes that grew with me. When playing a certain online game we could swap around costumes and I always loved having a police or army uniform on mine, complete with the 8-pointed cap for the cop. Once I became sexually mature, it was always exciting to see a policeman in full uniform, puffed chest due to the Kevlar vest, and gun belt.

Okay, next question! What about uniforms do you find most erotic?

"J"

"well the uniform has to be tight and with tall boots... and I think they are appealing for me cus the man who is wearing it looks really macho and super hot for me.. is like "Im going to abuse you boy" lol something like that.. and talking about the clothes, the uniform, well i think the best part of the uniform is the pant i dont know the name "breeches" or something like that is a police pant... i love them... with lines to the sides..."


"GF Member M."


"Motorcop uniforms of course... the tall boots, tight breeches, authoritative look all turn me on."


"MC"


"It's all about the leather."


Excellent! Hot! Now before I share my own piece, I'd like to introduce Sir Michael's experiences in Uniforms, it's a great read!




"Sir Michael"


"Military uniforms are somewhat of a new thing for me. I’m sure I’ve been interested in them for a longer time, but only recently have had the chance to explore it. I never had much interest for the old green uniforms. They were too plain for me. The dress uniforms are too much like suits and I don’t really care for suits… too formal for me. The camouflage uniforms, however, are entirely different. The older woodland BDU (Battle Dress Uniform) style was the first style I liked. I had thought the “digital” style uniforms looked silly… after all – clothing isn’t digital and neither is nature. After a while though, my opinions did change. I am always curious about why things are the way they are. Once I learned more about the different styles, it started to make sense.


They started to “grow on me”. So, I picked up my first digital style uniform – the ACU – Army Combat Uniform. With all the Velcro attachment points, I decided to customize to the uniform, but do it my way. See, when I go out in uniform, my goal isn’t to look fully like I am in the military. I like the gear, but not so interested in many of the other aspects. As such, there is no pretense of rank on my uniforms. There is rarely a branch tape as well. My goal is to attain the look of an MP. It is a perfect mix of bondage and gear. As I do like to do things at least somewhat correctly, I’ve gone so far as to get the right shirt, socks, even blousing straps for my pants. It is my own way of at least showing respect for the uniform, as it should get. I eventually got more uniforms, specifically both styles of MARPAT (MARine PATtern USMC uniforms). I have found I like them even better than the ACU, as they fit a little better. I’ve taken things a bit further with my Marine uniforms, as I now have name tapes with “SIR MICHAEL” sewn on the blouse and the trousers. I added handcuff pins where the rank would normally be as well as bought the proper duty belt for my handcuffs and leg irons. I’ve even researched the USMC policies and procedures regarding holding a prisoner, application of handcuffs, leg irons, and even straitjackets.

Through all my research into trying to find the right things to wear and the right way to wear them, I’ve learned a lot more about the military than I ever thought I would. Some of it has been quite entertaining, like finding out about how they apply straitjackets. Some has been kinda boring or “useless” to me, like where one can/cannot wear a uniform. Overall, it has been a lot of fun and I look forward to learning more. I always enjoy getting compliments or even tips from guys that are in the military. It makes me feel like I’m at least doing a decent job on making the uniform look right."

I love it when a man takes his gear seriously! That's really awesome, and commendable, not to mention sexy as hell!

Speaking of sexy, the attraction I have for uniformed men is definitely the authority they exude, the first thing I think of when I hear the word uniform is cops. Policemen have a lot of power behind their image. Tight fitting pants, buffed up chests, nice tall leather boots shined to a reflective mirror sheen, dark sunglasses hiding fierce, dark eyes. That authoritative tone they take when speaking to you, and then the basket weave gun belt with baton, handcuffs, and that lethal gun. Images of intense power and respectful authority that get me rock hard.


Allrighty, here we go! My favorite part of the interview! The fantasy!

So boys, what's your big fantasy with uniforms?


"J"

"is to be with a muscualr and handomse and sexy man in leather uniform and have a role play session, maybe i could be the slave but i like being active =)"


"GF Member M."


"Biggest fantasy with uniforms involves the man in the uniform who carries it well. Don't any one 'big' fantasy, just to enjoy good play in uniform. "


"MC"

"Just being swept up by a leatherman in uniform was be great."


"Sir Michael"

"My fantasy involving uniforms is something that I have partly lived out. I’ll be in my full uniform, say my Woodland MARPAT one, with my duty belt which has handcuffs and leg irons. I’d meet some hot boy in a leather bar. After talking a bit, I would arrest him, putting him into cuffs, leg irons, and a gag, right there. From there, he would be brought out to my car and taken home. I’d lead him, still bound in cuffs and leg irons, chains clanking away, into my home. He would be then held prisoner by me until I decided to release him. Chains and leather would always be holding him bound. Sometimes he’d be in a straitjacket and muzzle, when he got more aggressive. At lighter, calmer times, he would just be in cuffs. The boy would be kept gagged quite often, another way to make him more submissive. At the end, I would release him by bringing him cuffed back to the bar, uncuffing him there and setting him free."




Woof! Hot stuff!

My uniform fantasy begins with me walking down the street, probably from a bar after an event, or someone's house after a brief visit with a friend. A police cruiser pulls up, it's the California Highway Patrol. The window rolls down and the face of a uniformed officer stares back at me, he's wearing sunglasses so I can't see his eyes. Young and strong, a light mustache sits atop his upper lip matching the dark rough stubble that reaches up to his sideburns which lead to a head of short black hair. He asks me where I'm headed, and I answer that I'm going home.

"Where's home, boy?" he asks in that direct, authoritative tone. I give him my cross streets and he tells me to stay where I am. He gets out, and approaches me in those tall leather boots, shined to a brilliant finish, his leather gloved hands are gripping his gun belt, which is equipped with everything. A long black baton, pepper spray, handcuffs, and a gun strapped in its holster. He gets close, he stands a foot taller than me, looking down slightly in order to look me in the eye, he starts asking me more questions, basic ones. Do I live in the area, where am I headed from, what am I doing out so late. Each answer fills me with more anxiety until he steps closer and smiles a bit.

"Am I making you nervous, boy?"

There's no lying about it, I nod, he grins wider and places his leather gloved hand against the wall directly behind me, trapping me in front of him. Nowhere to run, blocked in by this handsome cop, whose muscled arm is inches away from my face. He takes off his sunglasses revealing deep, dark brown eyes and stares deep into my psyche with a piercing gaze.

"How about I take you downtown boy? Let you sit in a cell, and if you're really good..." he leans in close, his lips to my ear, "...I'll let you polish my boots with your tongue."

My head is a haze, and before I know it my hands are cuffed behind my back, I'm pushed into the back seat of the cruiser, and the door slams shut behind me. He takes the front seat, flashes a fun, yet menacing smile at me through the bullet proof glass divider before hitting the gas and flying off into the city.

Play Safe, Dear Reader.

Long Beach Pride 2012!

Saturday morning of Long Beach Pride weekend back in May I got lost trying to find the volunteer entrance to the festival grounds.  Now with my odd roundabout luck, I found myself on the inside of the festival grounds without using any of the main doors.  I have no idea how I did it, I just was suddenly inside looking at the exit to the entrance.

I found my way around and helped out the UFLB (United Fetishists of Long beach) set up their tent.  This was where I met Dino's boy Jr, and I happily assumed the role as Alpha boy, we hung out in the tent for a while before I met up with my friend David and we went back to his apartment where he sacrificed his junk food to me in order to clean his place of evil foodstuffs.  I happily accepted this sugary and fatty burden and went back to my place to take it far away from him to help him in his mission to lose weight and eat healthier.

From there, I headed back over to puppy Cockpit's apartment and gave him his dark red hanky (which I assumed at the time was rust colored, unfortunately it was not), we shared a snack, talked about the upcoming IML trip, and I headed back down to the UFLB tent at the festival.  I met up with Dino again and he gave me food, which I gratefully accepted, at this point I was fading and very fast.  Rushing around Long Beach on foot in a frantic "gotta get there" frenzy grinds ones energy very easily.

Not seconds after my last mouthful of food, Dennis strips me and puts me in a speedo, collar, and I was aggressively dragged out on stage for a mummification demo.  I really enjoyed every minute of it, my exhibitionist side comes out and mummification is really fun!  I was wrapped up with package cling wrap, spun from a large bolt.  After being wrapped I was gently laid down on the stage and as Dino explained what was going on, I was tortured with ice cubes stuffed in the holes made in the wrappings.  Then they lit candles and dripped hot wax over me, which is always a thrill! I enjoy wax play a lot, however you must be careful to buy the right candles, as each candle wax burns and melts at different temperatures so don't scald yourself, research it first before you try to get hot in the bedroom.

The demo was quick and to the point and I was cut out from my wrappings.  It's important that you have a towel or blanket nearby to wrap the sub in after he or she gets out, the temperature change and sweat that accumulates inside the wrap leading to a rush of cold air on the skin can be a bit shocking, so cover up and provide proper aftercare once the wrap is removed.  I went back stage and was placed inside a head harness, knee pads, and fist mitts.  Then they leashed my collar again and I was put down on all fours and became a puppy.  I was lead out in front of the stage, amused gazes were upon me as I was pulled around in front of the stage, I stopped in front of a trash bin and lifted my leg and heard an eruption of laughter behind me.  Dennis yanked my leash and said "Bad dog!"

I found myself locked into a large metal cage, and right next to me stood Sir David with his boy and his girlfriend.  I wanted so deeply and so badly to lick his big, thick engineer boots, he wore his Sir cap and full leathers and that made him all the more enticing and attractive!  If he ordered me to call him "daddy" I would without question.

The more time passed while I was in the cage, the further I slipped into a puppy headspace.  This was really the first time the headspace was so thick with me, as I had only skimmed the surface before, dog hoods and time on all fours bring this out strongest.  My thoughts became two-dimensional and basic.  I did things I thought a puppy would do.  I laid on my back, I stamped with my paws, I barked, I wagged my butt, and as time went on it felt more and more natural to do them.  At one point Sir David scritched my head and I did everything to show that I liked him!  I wanted to hug his leg so tightly, as I looked into his beautiful, handsome face!  At one point a couple of cute, giggly girls came up to pet me, and the attention felt wonderful!  I wanted to make everyone smile and laugh!  It felt great to make people happy!  I was a puppy!  That was my place in the world!

The tent closed, and I was led out of the cage and into Dennis' lap on the stage where he slowly took off my gear, piece by piece and I came out of puppy headspace.  I was delirious, as my thoughts were reshaping back into three-dimensions.  Soon after I was back on earth, I hugged Dennis and thanked him for the experiences, then joined Dino, Ice, and Jr. as we made our way over to the beer truck where mama Paloma was volunteering with Fabrique.  I was handed a beer and we hung out until puppy Cockpit's friend Carl gave me a call and offered to take me up to Pistons on his bike.  Never one to pass up a chance to ride, I happily accepted and said my goodbyes to the group.

Once home, I changed into my riding gear and met Carl out on the street, he rode up on his beautiful blue sportbike and once I swung my leg and hugged him tight from behind, we were off.  For some reason, the party at Pistons didn't have that fun energy.  Everyone was there, the lasers were going, the music was hot, but something was just not there for us.  We left soon after, me clutching tight to his sexy hips, searching for a Denny's to cool off at for a late dinner.  Suddenly, Carl's shifter broke and we pulled into a nearby IHOP, we had a pleasant meal, Carl took a picture of the broken shifter and thoroughly scared my puppy when he sent it to him.  I scolded him, telling him that it "wasn't nice to freak out the dog."  After dinner we were able to ride back to my place and crash for the night.

Sunday morning we headed to Cockpit's, Carl on the bike, and myself on foot.  I geared up in my leather and we went over the details of the parade.  I set out on my own, Cockpit would join me later.  As I ran over to our staging area I approached someone I didn't expect to meet in person.  The bright orange he was wearing gave him away immediately and I knew it was Sister Unity Divine!  I was so happy I could meet him in person and after introducing myself I thanked him for making all of his Youtube videos, as they had helped me tremendously during some hard times I had while I was living with my ex.  He was just as sweet in person as he is online.  He hugged me and he said that I had a lot of love to give just by feeling my hug.  It felt beautiful.  I said my farewells and continued on.  I met up with a friend, pup Jeff, and he guided me to the staging area where we joined the UFLB.  Hours went by, and Cockpit showed up as things were getting ready to start.  More time went by, and suddenly SubmissAnn who was in her pony gear, flew up into the air and dangled there as her cart and rider tipped backward and her rider fell flat on her back!  At first it was shocking and I rushed over to help, but as soon as we saw her laughing the situation became much more comical, Cockpit was rolling in laughter, and later told me that from his perspective she simply vanished in a puff of glitter followed by a crash.

Finally once things got underway the real fun started, Cockpit on my leash, waving at the crowds, cheering along with them all, my puppy swapping between biped and all fours depending on the speed of the parade.  Cockpit drew hundreds of cameras, and about halfway through the march I spotted Dizzy and Mr. Mike, and urged them into the parade with us!  It was great! Surrounded by my friends and loved ones in a parade, walking my puppy on his leash and waving at everyone!  Cockpit approached one dog who took a sniff at him and slowly backed away, the very concept of him screwing with his little doggy mind was much too great, it sent me into fits of laughter!  The look of pure confusion on this dog's face was priceless!

Of course there were protesters, and Alex Kitay had us all stop and start making out in front of them which was fun and exciting!  Much to the amusement of the crowd.  When we reached the end, we were tired, hot, sweaty, burnt but thrilled!  I headed back to Cockpit's place for a while before heading back down to the festival grounds where I met back up with Dizzy for a bit and helped him retrieve his yellow hanky someone had borrowed, and then was told someone was looking for me inside.  My friend Dan had come to say hello and catch up a bit, he even went off and got me food, the awesome guy.  He had to head off and I went back inside the tent to eat back stage.  There I met up with Lou, who had dominated me last year at the leather tent,  he wore a leather cowboy hat, beautiful black leather boots, and sported a titleholder belt buckle that read "Oil Can Harry's 2005".  He took my food from me and shoved his boot in my crotch, then he proceeded to feed me in the most erotic, dominant, and sexual way.  The more he fed and dominated me, the more I wanted to submit.  He sat and put morsels of food on his leather pants, which I eagerly lapped up and licked clean.  Hearing him say "good boy" made me so happy and horny.  After my meal we stopped by the cigar lounge on the other side of the tent and he had me rest my head in his lap as event goers passed through.

After helping tear down a bit I went back to Cockpit's with Carl, Howard, and another man they had met up with at the festival, and thus ended another Long Beach Pride.


Play Safe Dear Reader.

Fetish of the Month 2012: June - Rubber

This month I slip into something dark, slick, and sexy.  The smooth, shiny surface. Shimmery when lubed up, and it has that distinct aroma when someone wearing it passes by.  Of course I'm talking about rubber!  This month we dive headfirst into this tight, form-fitting fetish!


I gathered together a few handsome men, snagged a couple sexy photographs, and interviewed these gentlemen on their kinship with the black material we so desire.




"PuppyTK"

"PuppyTK"

"I first came across rubber as a Fetish when my fellow pupmate had me try on his own hood. Both the feel and smell drove me crazy and since then have made it a part of my life."


"B."


"Rubber as a fetish: I was 13 or 14 horny as hell and confused about liking the images of fit men. You know the small town Christian conservative...man loves woman only!...lusting men wrong...blah blah blah...I thought my feelings were a desire to become more fit...a body builder perhaps? And I was just weird liking mud and masturbating nearly daily through high school. 


I (or my Mom) bought a dark green rain suit nylon shell and rubber lined from J.C. Penney’s in the late 1970's. I remember when I first got it I put it on over my naked body on a warm summer day when I was home alone and went outside into the sunshine and FUCK the heat was so HOT...SEXY...my penis jumped to attention! Sliding around inside the sweaty rubber in no time I was gushing cum big-time!!! I don’t remember if I came once or more...sorry about forgetting that detail. I also had an arena bikini and would love to tan in the back yard and I would always be hard and sometimes beat off and I discovered Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil. Well it wasn't long and I was lubing my penis and putting the rain pants on under a tight fitting bellbottom jeans and enjoying many activities riding bicycle working on the farm fucking my mattress... 
I would put on the rain suit and then several layers of tight clothes over that and sweat and beat off several times a week. I wish that I would have put oil all over my entire body and that would have blown my mind. Unfortunately I have oily skin and my back oils broke down the rubber on the coat and it started flaking off the tanning oil seemed to preserve the rubber in the front of the pants but elsewhere the rubber also flaked off...I eventually burned the suit in shame over my "dirty sinful secret". 
I also discovered Tractor tire inner tubes and made several miniskirts and loincloths from them. My favorite was a mini skirt with fringe of 2" strips which hung down to my lower thighs. I would use the oil in the inner tubes as well and it would usually leave a black slimy mess after I was done masturbating usually hands free or hands under the outside providing a valley for my penis to slide back and forth to climax inside the rubber. 


Well 20 years later complete with a marriage and divorce I finally figured things out Hey I'm Gay! part of the 10%(actually 11%) club I bought a latex shirt and used talcum powder as instructed and would wear it with my leather pants out to the bars five months after the divorce and had a lot of fun! Not to mention the subject of attention many places I would go... "


"Ric"

"Ric"

"I was watching the Summer Olympics a few years back, and  was getting really turned on by the black rubber swim caps the swimmers were wearing!"


"H.P."


"I can remember being incredibly fascinated by men in skintight gear, such as wetsuits and spandex, even at a very young age.  I'd never seen, let alone imagined, something like a form-fitting, full body latex suit, but that visual idea of an outfit that conformed to and accentuated the wearer's shape was something that I have always lusted after--long before I was conscious of being gay or even what it meant to be a sexual being!  Surfers--and again, it was always men, never women--were like real-life superheroes.


The first time I became consciously aware of rubber fetishism--what it was, and that it turned me on--was in college, having internet access for the first time and seeing photos of men in various skintight latex outfits.  That was a real eye-opener, but one that I don't believe I would have sought out had I not already had that subconscious interest I had as a child.  I remember how those first low-resolution images, crudely photographed, were almost too incredible to be believed--tight, shiny, black latex hoods, full latex suits, gas masks, engorged cocks straining against rubber sheaths, men fucking each other in full gear...it was overwhelming.  And I was hooked.  I ordered the Mr. S catalog (this was before everything was online), and then eventually got the nerve to order actual latex items through them.


Looking back, I can see how kink has always been an integral aspect of my sexuality, in as much as being physically and emotionally attracted to other men has been.  And in a way, I feel fortunate to have had that realization, because it's proof that my kinks are intrinsic to my identity, something over which one should never feel shame or embarrassment or disgust.  To be kinky is a gift of creativity and adventurousness."

"Anonymous rubber boy"

"TBONER"


"always liked RUBBER ansd NEOPRENE...not long ago 
a buddy had an extra RUBBER suit he let me wear... 
it was a turn-on to wear his suit... 
was hot to feel the RUBBER on my skin... 
we played in RUBBER for hours.... "




"Puppeh"


"From friends within the furry fandom.  For many, it was simply another version or way to express one's inner animal.  For me, it was tame and innocent at first, but then I saw the kinky side of it and it and knew I had to be a part of it.  It was a perfect matchup and evolution of my non gear kinks and my furry canine side."

"Puppeh"

My memory is hazy on when I myself first discovered rubber, but I do think it was at the Eagle Bar in Los Angeles.  I may have seen a man walking around in full rubber and I was immediately intrigued by it, time passed and the more exposure I received, the more curious I became about it. 


But what is the eroticism of rubber for them?




"PuppyTK"


"Im nit sure how I would describe rubber as erotic to me. The look varies on the type of rubber and how it's displayed, the smells vary, and the feels are different depending on how it's worn or used on you. I suppose much of it can be related as a mental stimuli more than anything."


"B."


"The most erotic things I love about latex and rubber is the soft, smooth texture, the temperature difference it has when you first make skin contact and the way it becomes skin temperature quickly although depending the environment it extends the feel of being naked in the environment but you are legally covered! It is amazing wearing a surf suit and boots in a summer rain storm. My bare feet in the rubber boots filling with rain water and feeling warm in the rain...amazing! 
J-lube inside the surf suit and boots walking around 
Freedom Valley Campground in the summer is sensational and horny when I pour the slimy liquid that has trickled into my boots back into the neck of the surf suit...FUCK!!!YEA!!! "

"Anonymous rubber boy"

"Ric"


"I guess I'd have to say the look, feel, and smell are super turn on's for me, as well as how great it feels when you are wearing it, or when you feel someone else  who's wearing it! (When you feel warm tight rubber on another person it is very erotic!)"


"H.P."


"Can I just say "everything?"  It truly is a multisensory fetish.  The sight of it alone is enough to get me hard.  The smooth, mirror-like shine, and the way it simultaneously conceals and reveals the body underneath, is undeniably arousing.  And the feel of actually wearing it, how it slides over the skin, squeezes you, and transfers sensation through it, is like nothing else.  The smell is intoxicating...I could go on.  But I think the most erotic aspect of rubber can be appreciated only by being geared up with another person, to see and feel and embrace each other in sweaty, rubbery passion."

"Anonymous rubber boy"

"TBONER"


"feeling the RUBBER on my skin...a tight feel...fully RUBBERZED i am just a HOT form...unknown... its hot to see other RUBBER men... just their forms... no faces... "




"Puppeh"


"Two things: 1) the feeling and appearance of being confined or controlled by a substance or device that is out of my control and 2) how it reveals the body, including if one is aroused, making me feel as close to naked as possible."




What do I find erotic about rubber?  I think its tight fit on the body accentuates the wonderful curves of the male form, giving me a pleasant view of the wearer, while the black absence of light and color gives it a sinister, if not slightly evil look that gives me a thrill.  Then there's the smell of rubber, very distinct, and when combined with a man's body heat, it can drive me wild!  Of course there's also the feel of rubber on the skin.  When dry, it holds you there, so much friction it tends to catch on your skin.  But when you get it nice and slick with water, or better yet, lube, it slides so wonderfully down your body.




Then my favorite question of them all, what is your biggest fantasy with this fetish?





"PuppyTK"


"My rubber fantasy? Involves a form of physical transformation. My body being fused with rubber as a permanent part of me as my puppy self. Just one of many (impossible) ideas."


"B."


"One of my fantasies involving rubber is being shaved hairless and having a thick suit of rubber painted onto my body making a custom suit completely anatomically correct turning me into a rubber sex machine. Entering into an abandon paint warehouse my rubber sex buddies in the same anatomical suits bring along canvas and paper and we create art from all of the bright colors of paint left behind in the warehouse and the sex we have on the paper and canvas all videoed in 3-D! "




"Ric"

"Ric"

"What is your biggest fantasy with your rubber fetish? Watching a guy being kidnapped from their motorcycle, and then being forced into a skin tight black rubber outfit!. Then this person becomes the "play thing" of his captors!! WOOF"


"H.P."


"Rubber is like a foundation for me.  Nearly every kind of kink I have, every play scene I can imagine, would be enhanced by it.  So, my most intense sexual fantasies generally feature latex not so much as an end to itself, but a component that enriches the interactions in the scene.  For example, being a pup, I find that gearing up in latex helps me to get into the pup headspace.


As for a specific fantasy (I have too many to share at once), one of my favorites is the idea of being sealed in a latex vac bed with my mate, face-to-face.  We'd both be wearing full latex suits, of course.  Rubber restraints would bind us ankle-to-ankle, wrist-to-wrist, and waist-to-waist.  A special two-headed rubber hood would be made so that it is joined at the mouth, but the noses would be separate, each nose having a breathing tube attached.  The interesting part is that each tube would have a valve; one would permit air intake only, whereas the other would permit air to exit only.  So, one of us would be entirely dependent on the other for air.  We'd be bound to each other, grinding into each other, and we'd both have electro butt plugs inserted, controlled by our handler.  That hits all my major kinks--latex, bondage, electro, butt toys, and breath control--but what turns me on the most about it is the idea of sharing that experience simultaneously with my mate, my fellow rubber pup, whom I love with all my heart.  To have him pressed against me, both of us struggling, whimpering, kissing, and then to need to synchronize our breathing on top of all that, would be a dream come true.  And yet, it is just one of many things I'd like to do with him."

"Anonymous rubber boy"

"TBONER"


"so many HOT scenes... 
seeing a room full of RUBBER men in a dimmlly lit play space wearing gas masks... 
taking turns... strapping them to a fuck bench... 
unzipping crotch zippers to expose their sweaty loins... 
taking turns with one and all...top or bottom a HOT scene! "




"Puppeh"


"This answer might seem expected, but it seems less likely in my mind probably due to the perception of practicality, but being seen as a kink animal (dog) by an equally kinky dom who is as turned on by the rubber gear and the species it represents as I am, forcefully taken, restrained, tortured, and ultimately sexually used all while in full rubber gear."






Rubber has a very vivid fantasy in my mind, I walk down a dimly lit flight of steel stairs in an empty warehouse into a basement lit only by a hanging bulb suspended over a huge vat of undulating liquid darkness, set in the ground.  I draw near the edge of the pool, and a tall slender man in a full body rubber bodysuit covered by a rubber apron, black and shimmering in the light, wearing a black jackal-shaped gas mask, long industrial rubber gloves, and thigh-high rubber wader boots steps quietly out of the darkness and into the light in all of his dark glory, as if he slid out of a fold from the underworld itself.  Without a word he strips me naked with his strong hands, and forces a tiny rubber speedo into my arms and motions for me to put it on. 

I comply, not wanting to incur the wrath of this sinister being from the realm of shadows.  It's tight around my waist but it fits.  He then grabs my shoulder and pushes me towards the edge of the pool of dark, undulating fluid.  He points to the middle of it as he gives me another push towards the edge.  I comply, and ease myself into it.  As soon as my foot touches the surface, the lukewarm fluid sticks to my skin and coats it, beckoning me inside.  I slide into it, and feel the fluid cover my body as I wade deeper and deeper.  I turn around, and look up at him, arms folded, he nods and points downward.  I nervously sink lower, up to my neck in the sticky darkness.  He nods and points to the edge now, ordering me out of the pool.  When I exit, I am completely covered in the dark fluids, it drips off of me in viscous strands.  It quickly dries into a full rubber catsuit, and I have become his rubber boy.  His strong hands, enclosed in those industrial rubber gloves rip off his rubber apron revealing his perfect washboard abs and pecs, sealed in his body suit, begging for my tongue to worship every crevice. I fall to my knees, my eyes welling with tears of eager loyal servitude.  His hands rise and envelop my face, pulling me into his muscled chest and everything goes black...the smell of rubber is everywhere...

"Anonymous rubber boy"

Play Safe, dear reader...

On the Backs of Iron Horses

On the morning of Sunday, May 13th, I met up with my friends Marc, Stephen, and some of the Satyrs at a local diner called Park Pantry for breakfast, we were joined by my friend Kevin later on.  Afterwards we crossed the street to Hot Java to hang out for a bit before setting up for the ride we were going to take to the Inland Empire.

The route was planned, formations assigned, and once geared up we headed out. It was exciting, members from both the Mello Moto and Satyrs aligned in formation, two groups of men on loud, roaring motorcycles, and I was happily seated on the back of one of these bikes!  It was like I was part of a motorcycle gang, the camaraderie, the masculinity, the leather, the chrome, it was just so fucking awesome!

I've noticed something really cool about bikers.  When they pass each other in opposite directions on the streets, they wave.  Not over their head and shaking their hands like you would as a pedestrian, but a low, outstretched arm with an open palm, a signal that they see you as another biker and say hello.  Perfect strangers, never to be seen again, but for one brief friendly moment they say "Hello brother biker."

That's what makes me so happy.

Kevin rode me out with the group through amazing places, up the highway for ages, through gorgeous neighborhoods, that led into the high hilly passes, along mountainsides looking over the acres, and acres of neighborhoods far below.  At one point I could see all of Long Beach stretch out into the horizon, including the University's blue pyramid!  I love these long rides, my mind is able to relax, detach, and refocus on the majesty of this world we live in.

On our travels back to Pistons Bar we passed through a large expanse of beautiful open hills! So green and lush!  A tribe of bikers, men in leather, on iron horses, roaring through the countryside, free to roam where our hearts lead us!  The camaraderie, the men in gear cutting through the wind in a unanimous uproar!  It's beyond a thrill!  Riding up and dismounting, our tribe entered Pistons and we celebrated the victory of Keith winning Mr. Long Beach Leather 2012 long into the afternoon.

I think I experienced something that has happened before...it feels historical in a way, and modern at the same time.  Like someone else's deja vu.

Play and Ride Safe, Dear Reader.

Please be responsible on the road.

My Mystery Biker

At the end of April, Sir Donny picked me up and treated me to dinner before taking me back to his home where put me into a cycling suit.  Now this wouldn't be my first experience in a cycling suit, as Sir Michael has placed me inside of one before, but the look of this one made me feel as if I should know gymnastics or possess superpowers to match the suit.  Sir Donny then placed a big, thick leather slave collar on me, my favorite type, and changed my outfit to a leather uniform shirt, and put me in leather chastity shorts.

I can't say that chastity makes me hard, or interests me as it interests a lot of other men, but these can lead to a lot of fun and interesting possibilities.  The shorts had a cup-like bulge that kept me from touching my junk at all, the locks on the legs and at the waist cinched and sealed any opening leading inside, so there is no way you can find any way inside.  From there Sir Donny then took a vibrator to my crotch, and tortured me with the vibrations running through the material of the cup.  It felt so good, and frustrated me in a wonderful way!

After a while with the vibrator, Sir Donny took me out of the gear and replaced it with a wetsuit and a puppy hood!  The more time that I spent inside the puppy hood, the more puplike I wished to be.  A dog inside of me woke up and slowly came to the front of the line.  I desired to be in more than the hood, I wanted the mitts, and have the tailplug for Sir Donny! I wanted to be a good dog!  He's so nice, and gentle to me, I deeply appreciate that about him very much.  At one point I was laying on the bed, with the vibrator on my crotch as Sir Donny left into the next room to feed his cats.  I wanted to be a GOOD DOG! I made sure to keep that vibrator right where he left it, I whimpered, and whined, oh it was torture and I loved every moment of it!

He returned and played with me more, at one point he was on top of me, dry humping my body, and I looked up at him.  I thought for a while.

He was kind, he was considerate, he was fun, he was gentle, and he made me feel comfortable, I felt that I could trust him.  I told him that I was comfortable with him fucking me, that I would include him on my exclusive list of men whom I trust.

When I trust someone, and I mean really trust them, I allow them to have anal sex with me.  For me anal sex is very intimate, and it forms an emotional bond between me and the man who is inside me.  I don't have sex with just anyone who comes along, they have to pass through my trust first, and Sir Donny passed very well.

He responded with that he was okay with waiting, "Good boys like you are hard to find in this town.", and that he would fuck me the next time we played.  This night he shoved a fleshlight between my legs, and faux-fucked me, it felt so good, his thrusts against my body, my boy hole wished it was more!  He came and relaxed, then it came my turn.  He asked me what I wanted.

I had a hard time putting the words together, but I worked up the courage to ask if he could wear his motorcycle one-piece gear, with the dark-visored helmet.  He smiled and turned toward his closet, I looked the other way, and explained that I had always fantasized about a mystery biker, wearing full biker armor and a dark or mirror-visor helmet, would come up to me some wonderful night and dominate me.  I closed my eyes and continued to tell him about my fantasy, how he wouldn't say a word, but use hand signals to tell me what to do.  Before I could say any more, a gloved hand was on my chest.  I opened my eyes, and there he stood in all of his glory!  My mystery biker! Standing over me!

A glove covered my mouth, I stared into my reflection in his visor, as his other hand caressed my body I moaned.  He put a finger to his helmet, silencing me at once.  I stroked myself to my peak!  Here he was! At long last, my fantasy coming true! Powerful! Gentle, and kind, but also dominant! I soon erupted! My chest covered in my warm seed, a towel was tossed onto my chest and the mystery biker pointed a gloved finger in my face.

"You better clean your own mess!" he barked!  "Sir, yes, SIR!" I answered!

While I was cleaning up frantically, my mystery biker disappeared and Sir Donny reappeared, I dressed and we brought our evening of play to an end.  As another sign of his kindness, he took the time to take me to a pharmacy so I could get something to help my nagging cough.

Thank you Sir Donny, my body eagerly awaits your manhood.


Play Safe Dear Reader!

Two boys, Two Sirs

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Fetish of the Month 2012: May - Puppy Play

Start wagging those tails boys, this month I’ve been lurking around the kennel for the FETISH OF THE MONTH and I’m thrilled to present PUPPY PLAY!  Again, this month we have some wonderful pictures to enjoy, special puppy pets to Pup Jax, Hawk Pup of Pup4play.com, my puppy Cockpit, and Pup Pup!

I’ve scratched the ears of pups, watched them romp around on the floor with each other, gone ice skating with the dogs, even tried a puppy tail buttplug before,  I love puppies!  They’re fun, lighthearted, and sweet, and now I want to give you a deeper look into the pup world as seen from those irresistible, heart-melting eyes!

First off, how does a puppy discover puppy play?  You all know how I discovered it if you’ve been reading my blogs for some time.

Sgt. James Andrews, U.S. Army: "I learned about puppy play from several friends, learning more with each person, first from an aquaintance, then from a romantic friend, and finally from researching it thuroughly on the internet and finding pup zone"

Pup Jax: "Actually, I found puppy play as a fetish when I just became a furry. But also found out that I love being in the control of some dominate handler and myself being the loving pup being used for his pleasure and my pleasure. Being also a puppy does bring a certain sense that I am relaxing to a point where I can escape to being a pup. It is more as being down on all fours that shows immediate trust and caring to the person who i am being a puppy. 

(Pup Jax)

I started getting into more of the puppy play when I had a play date with a guy off recon. It was my first experience wearing the gear and also being on all fours. He put me into a leather mask and even the singlet with holes cut out. Just being on all fours just felt awesome."

Pup Pup: "How did you discover Puppy Play as a fetish?

 I joined Recon in August 2010 at the time I only knew about BDSM, and being submissive like I seen in porn films. I usually hang out in the bondage and master and slave chat room but I saw a room called pups & trainers I entered the room and learned that it was a room for human pups and trainers I didn’t know what puppy play was at the time but learned about what it was from the great pups and trainers. I also did research about puppy, joined pupzone.com and become very interesting and wanted to experience it. I was suggested to read the books Woof! - Perespectives Into The Erotic Care & Training Of The Human Dog and Grrrr! - Anthology Of Dog Stories by Michael Daniels which I read cover to cover and got a better understanding about puppy play. From reading, doing internet research, and talking with pups and trainers on recon and pupzone I had a better understanding about puppy play. A few months later I bought my puppy tail, hood, and mitts and did solo pup play and it was very enjoyable. From that day one I my inner pup and enjoyed that I found my inner self.  I have been a pup for two years  now but didn’t really have the experience or playing with other pups or trainers until this past January  when I attended MAL (Mid-Atlantic Leather) where I went to my first ever mosh pit which was AWESOME. I was able to get into headspace very fast by putting my mitts and woof muzzle on. I could feel my inner pup come alive more than ever. The best part was I was able to be who I truly am a pup, and interact with other pups and enjoy my time in the headspace. I was pounced on, rolled balls around with the other pups, petted by handlers.  It was an awesome experience and group of pups and handlers."

(Pup Pup)

Another puppy wrote in: "i came out as a gay man in my early twenties, very sexually active, versatile at the time, exploring the various means of sexual pleasure and expression.  Over time the bottom role offered the greatest appeal and satisfaction, since it became  apparent that i was turned on by sexual domination.  The leather scene attracted me, not only with the aura and mystique of the variety of leather gear, but also with the interpersonal scene, so utterly stimulated by physical and mental domination.

As an extenson of that orientation, i began exploring the world of leather, BDSm, restraints and cuffs, chains, hoods and gags, chastity and of course, so much more. i thrived as my submissive side grew and developed and one day, by chance, really, i connected with a dom Top Master and we hit it off quite well. One day i was unexpectantly ordered to strip naked, subsequently shaved, and then ordered to assume all 4's, and a leather collar was placed on my neck, attached to a leash. Over night i was confined to the floor, forbidden to stand, ambulated around with the leash.  i felt such an explosive burst of satisfaction, a comfort never before appreciated, and a generalized sense of natural happiness, since i began to feel like a dog.  Progressive canine training followed consolidating my nascent doggie psyche validating my animal subconscious.  i was guided to act and behave as a dog, playing with other pups that were introduced to me, ambulating on all 4's as the preferred way to get around, total confinement to the floor, forbidden to use furniture, eating all meals from a bowl and periodic incarceration in a cage, even with other pups, just like a kennel. i realized then i was born to be a dog and totally relished the time spent in dog mode as my new personna"

Hawk Pup says: "For many years I've been drawn to the aesthetic forms of hybrid creatures and gods in Egyptian and Greek mythology. Centaurs, satyrs. minotaurs, and deities like Anubis have always held a fascination for me. I've also always enjoyed stories which involved a person transforming into an animal or mythical creature. At some point, years ago, I started to come across artwork ( the animal-eared and tailed men of Rob Clarke's imagination for example ) and pornography, depicting men dressed as or acting like dogs, and through my explorations on the internet I found communities like pupzone. I had always found the aesthetic interesting and arousing, and now that I'd discovered there was a community built around it, I wanted to jump right in :)"

(Hawk Pup)

Another puppy told me this: "A lot of people seem to assume that there's some link between me being a furry and my discovery of puppy play, but in all actuality I came across puppy play entirely separately. I had always been into kink, and as I began to look into it more and more after moving to SF, I inevitably came across puppy play eventually. It's apparently somewhat of a 'hip' and 'in' thing in the kink world at the moment, especially for younger folks into kink. "


I also asked my puppy, Cockpit, to contribute, and he sent in this: "Two years ago (2009) saw my first 'puppy' at Folsom Fair.  A very nicely built man was in paws (fist mitts), hood, collar and leash, on all fours, being led around by his Handler/Sir who was in leather and Meerkat cap.  Of all the things to feast one's eyes upon at Folsom, this one fleeting moment stood out in my mind.  I was instantly aroused by the sight of this puppy.  I already knew I liked to be tied up, but this took the concept in a direction that really stimulated me.  There was no domination, no humiliation, no pain.  It wasn't even sexual.  It was simply a man willing to set aside his human side and entrust his well being in another man's care.  And the Handler was taking time to ensure that the path the puppy was walking was clear and safe, no glass, not too many boots to stand on paws, etc.

Later that same day I saw that same Handler sitting on a chair, with his puppy sitting, knees on ground, paws on the Handler's lap.  The Handler was gently talking to the puppy and stroking his head.  Later I learned that the Handler was talking to the puppy, guiding him out of pup head-space and back to being a human.  I was amazed that the role play was so intense and so intimate that such a connection between the two roles, that such committed abandonment to one's natural instincts was possible.

(Puppy Cockpit begging to me.)

The next day while walking around the Castro, I saw a different puppy on the street.  This one was naked except for shoes, paws (fist mitts, jockstrap and collar.  His leash was tied to a sign post while his Handler was in a store.  Again, I was so excited by the adoption to the role, the trust the puppy had in his Handler, and the incredible commitment of the Handler to the safety and needs of his pup.

From that point on I asked around and found Brue (aka Kirk) at Mr. S Leather who introduced me to the San Francisco K9 Unit group.  Through his guidance I explored both sides of the leash and have come to realize that I am (for now) a very happy puppy."

I then asked these puppies what they found most erotic about being puppies.  I'm still new to the puppy play role myself, but taking the submissive place is natural for me.  Becoming an animal has always been a thrill of an idea, crawling around on all fours is another part of submission that I enjoy, and the leash and collar has always been a sexually controlling aspect that I am eager to experience over, and over again!

Sgt. James Andrews, U.S. Army: "The loyalty, the blind faith and loyalty that a puppy feels with his master/handler/owner/etc... and with other pups is something that is primal, magical, and blissfully wonderful. Specifically the emotional and lack of intellectual thinking, or for lack of a better term 'pup space'"

Pup Jax: "The biggest thing that I believe that is erotic to me. Is the Ecstasy of being in head space, forgetting the world into being a puppy. Sometimes being in puppy just feels right and also giving the trust and submission to your handler/Dom/Daddy whatever. The other biggest thing that is so erotic about being on all fours you and become that animal and the gear. To me sometimes the gear helps you get into the head space and even just puts you in the space that "yeah" I am in the right mood for this. Some of the other moods have been "oh I got a rag bone let me try to steal this from my handler." The other biggest thing that I like and that is erotic is partly the sexual aspect of it. Being mounted by an Alpha or even your Handler shows that the true love that you have for them. That's the best bone I like to have. "

(Pup Jax)

Pup Pup: "What about Puppy Play is Erotic to me? I would have to say the whole idea of being an obedient, loving, and caring puppy for a serious but loving trainer is what gives this puppy such an arousal. I would also have to say the idea being naked in puppy gear waiting for your trainer to give you his next commended also gets my blood pumping. Being a naked and tailed puppy servicing his owner is that hottest thing ever. Hearing your trainer say good boy as you suck his bones and petting your head along with it tells the pup that he is doing a great job and will be rewarded."

(Pup Pup)

Anonymous: "puppy play incorporates my submissive side into a real notion, a state of being, a combination of a feeling of inferiority and a sense of the subhuman, subservient to a Superior Being, as i thrive on being dominated and controlled.  The humiliation of being turned into a subhuman, an animal, strikes an erotic chord deep inside me.  Wearing a leather harness, a collar, a muzzle, a cock cage and a puppy tail creates the perfect scene, the outward appearance of a submissive dog matching my inner psyche now molded to that of a dog, which has thus become my natural state.  Submission to a Master/Handler and the privilege to serve Him has become an exhilarating mission, with an inordinate pleasure in serving,

responding obediently, using my nose and wet tongue, sniffing, licking, sucking, and serving Master cock in the mouth or ass."

Hawk Pup: "Pup play interests and arouses me on a few levels. The gear that is associated with it, be it worn by me or by a fellow pup in itself has an appeal for me. I've only begun to build my collection, but I'm always excited to acquire a new type of collar or toy. I currently have a pair of mitts and a hood I love, but I have my eye on other configurations and pup ensembles for the near future.

(Hawk Pup)

Beyond that, the concept of becoming a kind of pup/guy, dog/boy hybrid is exciting. Taking on a kind of head-space which involves a sort of "dumbness' washing over is a great thing. There's a kind of meditative "letting go" that takes place for me. It's a head-space that brings in an opportunity to be spontaneous, more playful, and less inhibited. The role-playing aspect of submitting to a handler, or wrestling for dominance to determine an Alpha pup are also very enjoyable."



Another puppy: "There are a lot of different angles to this. Some seem to get off on the dehumanization or humiliation aspect. For me, it's more about loyalty, companionship, playfulness, devotion, and a sort of feral/animalistic excitement or passion. While every pup is different, for me being a pup is distinctive from being a slave or a 'boy'... there is loyalty and devotion, but there is also a puppylike independence — sometimes the Sir/Master holding the leash needs to step in and provide some guidance/remind the pup who's boss ;)! There's also, for me, a fierce need to protect, and also, of course, a playfulness that brings lightness to it all. 

When I'm a pup in the bedroom, I'm have all of these qualities, but the need to please and my puppy like energy really shows!"

Puppy Cockpit: "For me, pup play is not a sexual thing.  At least not exclusively.  It is a complete dropping of human inhibitions and allowing myself to don a behavior, thought process and social protocol that I could not as a human.  I wear ear plugs when in my hood, which further inhibits my ability to hear and understand words.  When someone scratches behind my ears (which I REALLY like), I can hear nothing being said around me.  That's what a puppy's world is like.  Bio pups understand a few command words, but not entire sentences and concepts.  I love it when my Handler makes plans, or talks about me, while scratching my head, so I have no idea what is going on.  And being on all fours allows me to see the world in a totally different way.  I am now an expert on shoes and boots!  And I must focus my attention on my safety and keeping up to Handler.  I have no time to react to comments or music or other Human passtimes.  

I get to wander around a bar or a party, meeting people and getting petted be everyone.  If another pup shows up we get to romp, play with each other, chase a ball, or just cuddle and snooze.  When I am in pup mode, I don't talk at all, only bark, growl, whimper and indicate with paws or head direction.  If I absolutely must use my voice, I ask permission first.  This really helps drive me into pup head space and further separates my human and pup personas.

(My Puppy Cockpit at the ready.)

All the while, I am liberated from the social obligations of small talk, jokes, etc. I get to be in a social situation, get a little bit of attention, and not have any of the burden that a Human has.  And yes, occasionally, I get to sniff a really cute butt!  Something else I couldn't do as a Human!

As a Type A personality, puppy play is an escape from my usual pattern of always being in control, reserved, responsible.  It allows me to enjoy freedoms, socially, sexually and personally, that I would never let my Human side taste."

Then the question that always sets my tail wagging furiously, what is their biggest fantasy about puppy play?  

Sgt. James Andrews, U.S. Army: "I eventually want to find someone who will treat me as both the loving puppy I am and the caring person I am, and if that ends up with me curling up in their lap falling asleep watching TV then so be it"

Pup Jax: "God, where to begin. One is well wrestling with another puppy and play tug a war with him and then he shows his dominance by humping the beta. Second has been playing with two handlers. One being either one of my daddies and well being used by both of them. I think that's most of the things that have been cover in my bucket list of what haven't i done. 

But on the side note, Thank you Leather Fox for having me contribution my thoughts to your blog. And Happy Arfing :p"

Pup Pup: "I would have to say that my is biggest fantasy about Puppy Play of all time would have to be a vet scene. The scene would see me naked on all fours with my tail plug, mitts, and woof muzzle, with a collar and leash around my naked with my trainer holding it. We both wait until the vet (which would be male of course) enters his office. He has my trainer put me on the examining table, and begins to give me a full examine to make sure I am a very healthy puppy. Here is very the fantasy part comes in, the vet wants to make sure my bone is working so he edges me for a while and there hooks ups electro to my balls and cock and makes me cum. After that, my trainer and the vet take turns using my puppy hole; while I am having my tail hole used I am servicing the other with a nice blowjob. The scene would finish off with me getting cumed on by my trainer and the vet, and I would lick it all up."

Anonymous: "extended periods of puppy play, such as over a long weekend or more, full pup mode allowing the chance to enjoy for at least a time, 'life as a dog', as a natural way to exist, as well as the chance to experience public and private humiliation, especially excited about by being taken to a local  bar while in full pup mode, or at home with Master and His friends as a His dogslave"

Hawk Pup: "I've been exploring pup/handler role-play and attending a local pup night for less than six months, so I feel I have a lot more to experience and learn, but I'm definitely discovering the direction of where my interests are. The most exciting aspects of pup play for me are the transformative, meditative, transporting effects that come with the experience. It fuels my imagination, but also brings out in me a desire to remain in the present. I love being an obedient pup, getting lots of affection, and being told I'm a "good boy". Ideally, I want to continue to feel the thrill of "letting go" while in the hands of a gifted and capable handler, who I trust completely, who acts as a kind of facilitator, but also a keen partner, co-creator, and sharer in both the playful and erotic experience. This pup is on a journey of knowing, appreciating and enjoying the brilliance and love inside him and all around him. Pup play is a wonderful path to take :D"


Another puppy:"This is tricky for me because, unlike, say, electro play, puppy play is more of a lifestyle or orientation than a 'kink activity' — it's more like being a boy, or etc... yes, there is an erotic component, but it's more about how you think and go about your relationships. 


That said, I do love a good collar/lead scenario in the bedroom... something about having someone tug on my leash to guide me/tell me what to do is a real turn-on that, at its core, really derives from a fixation on and desire for control. "

Cockpit: "This is going to sound funny, but my biggest puppy fantasy right now is pretty vanilla... well as vanilla as one can be while discussing a fetish! :)   I am very fortunate to have found two Handlers, one in Long Beach where I live and one in San Francisco where I visit often.  San Francisco is such an open city that not much shocks the public on the street.  I have already been out in public, on transit and in restaurants in full pup gear several times and it was fantastic.  And I have been put to bed (on the floor of course) in pup gear to sleep overnight.  But each of these experiences has been a few hours at a time.

(Puppy Cockpit happy where he belongs.)

Next I hope to have a multi-day pup experience, where I am in pup mode 24 hours a day.  This will take a huge commitment by myself and my Handler(s) who take care of me for these days.  And I'm not even thinking about sex in any way (although all dogs do like a nice bone!).  If all goes well, I hope to live out this fantasy this year at IML, save for the travel portions to/from airports and the few hours I am volunteering at WoofCamp.  

Wag!"

That was amazing, puppies! Thank you all so much for sharing your selves with me and my audience!  You all deserve so much praise for your bravery!  What good dogs you all are!  

I've given the idea some thought, and I'd say a fantasy I'd love to experience is a transformation into pup space.  A Dominant would order me on all fours and place a leather or rubber dog hood on my head, turning me into a beast.  He would then take my hands, and enclose them in puppy mitts, stealing my human ability away from me.  A rubber puppy tail buttplug is then inserted into me, slowly, I start to whimper as my tight hole fights to reject the plug, but he firmly pushes it in, and forces me to become a dog complete with a wagging tail!  A collar, soft leather, is slipped around my neck, sealing my identity as my Dominant's dog.  I am then subject to molestation, kisses, heavy petting, and sexual domination as my Dominant's loyal pet.  Then when he has had his fill of me, I am chained to the bedpost and made to sleep in a large doggy bed at the foot of the bed of my Dominant.  Always working hard for that verbal reward "Good boy!" with pets.

Happy pupping my dear readers!

Play Safe.

"Leather and Meatballs"

As of now, I have thrown a total of 5 separate events,

"Leather Men and Dogs"
"Leather Men and Dogs 2"
"Grand Kink and Fetish Ball"
"Puppy Love"

and on April 22nd I threw "Leather and Meatballs".

The event itself wasn't what I had expected it to be.  I had planned everything out in advance, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, I spoke with the manager and the catering director of Paradise Piano Bar and he helped me organize and make sure I had everything I needed so I didn't forget or overlook any details.

I advertised like a madman, I threw my ad out everywhere, Blade Magazine, Leatherati, Fetlife, Facebook, I tweeted it on Twitter, and posted the event information as many places as possible.  I printed tickets and sold them online via Paypal, and offline with cash transactions.  It was possibly the most work I had ever put into an event yet, with so many small details and new ventures explored.  I had never sold tickets before, let alone made my own, nor have I used Paypal before then either.

Then the Thursday night before my event, I was with the Mello Moto Motorcycle group when one of our members told me that I may not see a big audience as I had hoped for.  When I asked why, he told me that my event was the same night as a big anniversary party for the Eagle bar in Los Angeles.  That explained it all.  In my preparations I had overlooked the calender of other events, and competing against one of the strongest leather bars in LA celebrating an anniversary is rookie-level foolishness.  It explained the lagging ticket sales, and the low response to my event posts.  Now in no way was I angry, offended, or upset, I understood the elements in play and I was still going to have a good time regardless.

When it came time for the event, I had everything set, the prizes donated by The Crypt in Long Beach and Skobar Photography were in place, and all I had to do was was calm the fuck down and greet my guests.  The first person to walk in was none other than my amazing puppy, Cockpit!  Seeing him first knocked me down three anxiety levels out of five.  This puppy has helped me out so many times, taken me to so many places, and I cannot get enough of him!  I love him!  Next my good friend Pug, who hosts the Southern California Leather Gathering which is a huge picnic in the park and all kinds of people attend and have an amazing time!  I'll be going this year so you'll get a full blog post of that as well!  Following Pug was a dashingly handsome older man in a tight leather uniform shirt that accented his bold chest, leather pants tucked neatly into his tall engineer boots.  This was Dave, who was the sir of his boy Alex and Alex's girlfriend. My final guest was Richard, the manager of The Crypt.

Once everyone was seated, I started the evening, thanking them for coming and going around the table having everyone introduce themselves.  The night went very smoothly, and instead of a grand, huge event, I was privileged with a pleasant, intimate dinner with new and close friends.  Our server, Chris, was very attentive, and the food was absolutely delicious.  We enjoyed a 3-course meal of Classic Caesar Salad, followed by traditional Spaghetti and Meatballs, and finished with a warm Brownie with Vanilla Ice Cream.  After dessert I held the raffle, and the night came to its pleasant conclusion.

Sometimes you don't get what you want, but you receive what you need, and I needed a nice intimate dinner with close friends.

Thank you to my sponsors, Paradise Piano Bar, Skobar Photography, and The Crypt in Long Beach.

Thank you to my friends who support me, who attended and made the night so enjoyable.

Thank you, dear reader, for returning again and again, giving me feedback, and listening to my life thus far.

Play Safe.