November 9th - 12th, 2012
Friday
I met up with Steve at his apartment, along with Shad, and we picked up Marlon at his place before heading down to Palm Springs for the weekend. We checked into Hotel Zoso, and then made some rounds picking up supplies for the room and the weekend. A nice supper at IHOP followed by a trip to the gear backlot party held behind the Tool Shed and Gear, where I met the adorable Palmsprings pup and his two handlers as well as Sir Gaelan and puppy Kiba.
Steve bought me a nice studded collar, and I met up with a lot of friends as I walked around the crowds, and had a lot of fun. Steve and I headed back to the room on foot for a healthy walk, however upon arrival I was so exhausted that despite my eager desire to party all night long with everyone else, the frigid trek had stolen all my energy and I passed out soon after from exhaustion.
Saturday
In the wee hours of the morning the following dialogue took place...
"YOU SNORE LIKE A DRAIN BACKING UP!"
"...what time is it?"
"Oh-god-thirty..."
"This is going in the blog, you know..."
A few hours later around 6am, Steve and I had breakfast at a local Starbucks. The morning light on the desert mountains was absolutely beautiful. That afternoon we attended a great pool party with delicious food and plenty of kinky guys. I had a light conversation with Rubberdawg, the amazing man responsible for the majority of the rubber hoods out there, and I expressed my desire to help him with his work even if it was just cleaning the tools he used. This amazing guy is constantly so busy and I'd love to help him with production. During the party I was approached by a man who expressed his interest in watersports. I said I'd give it a shot and we went around the house to an area specifically for that purpose. He got down on his knees and I took out my member and started to urinate on him. He really enjoyed it, and to be honest, I started liking it too. It's definitely a fetish that grows on you. I'm close to flagging it really.
After our little wet interlude, I headed back into the house and watched an orgy unfold in one of the side rooms set up for play. As hot as it was, and as much as I wanted to be in the middle of the man on man fuck fest, I didn't know a single one of them and it scared me too much to risk it. I had no idea what kind of relationships with each other that they had, or what any of their statuses were. It makes me nervous, if they are so free with each other here, then what kind of sex life do they have elsewhere? Do they just throw caution to the wind every time? It's playing a dangerous game, and I'm always a little terrified when I get tested every three months. I know I play safe, and I never bareback, get fucked by someone I don't know, or suck a strange cock, but the fear is always there.
My group left soon after the cake was brought out and we headed over to Wang's in the Desert for dinner, where I met a man named Matt and we flirted heavily with each other until we left for the leather contest. We arrived late, and missed our announcements as titleholders (fuck was I really embarrassed I do my best to make it a point to be early however I was at the mercy of the flow of the group, so I had no control over when I was to arrive anywhere), the contest itself felt a little different from what I was used to, I couldn't put my finger on it but something about the energy that night was either amiss or just simply different. The after party seemed a little off for me too. I think it was because after seeing so many Sirs and men together, my heart grew lonesome, longing for that Sir of my own again. Thankfully Steve caught me all by myself on the sidelines, and we left a little while after.
We headed to Tool Shed and when we got out of the car I found a cellphone on the sidewalk, it looked brand new and very expensive. At first I thought one of us had dropped it, and when I discovered it wasn't ours I decided to call the last number on the phone. Luckily it wasn't passcode protected yet, and I was able to get inside in order to call. I arranged a pickup outside the bar and the man who owned it was very grateful. He offered me $20 for my trouble, and I refused, however he insisted that I take it and use it to have a drink inside the bar.
The bar itself was absolutely slammed, finally reaching the bar I had my first (and certainly not last) taste of Kaluha, I was able to meet up with Jackson Lawless again, he's a nice guy and I'd really like to get to know him more than the quick hello/goodbyes that we've had. We lasted until last call and invaded the local IHOP again. I'm sure they were amused with so many guys dressed in rubber and leather coming in for dinner that weekend. On our way out we met a very adorable, and quite drunk man named Justin. It was his birthday and he had gotten separated from his friends. I could only wish him well as we headed out and back to the room, but my mind was full of horribly delightful thoughts.
Sunday
We headed to the pool party at Helios, right before the wet t-shirt contest. Plenty of nice looking men in shirts competed and the contest was quite long. Afterward I dove in myself and was pretty much the only guy in the pool, strange for a pool party. A while later I was in the play area up against the St. Andrew's and Dan Lovell flogged me a bit, woof, thank you Sir! Unfortunately my headspace broke in the midst of it and I had to stop the scene. It was great being played with under him, and during the aftercare I broke down and cried after he told me I was so deserving of my leather title that I had won, and I was a good boy. I promised him that I would stay a good boy.
After Helios we headed to tour the grand estate of Jim Newman! Jim has an amazing mansion, filled to the brim with odds, ends, interests, knickknacks and plenty of uniforms! My god, this man is so into uniforms he had to come up with his own catalog system! Not to mention the amazing amount of hats, covers, and boots to go with every uniform! He's a really nice guy, fun to hang with, and plenty of stories to share.
From the mansion we left to dinner at Hamburger Mary's (did you know the location in Palm Springs serves kangaroo meat?) and then back to the Tool Shed, we met up with a guy I knew from San Diego with his new Sir. I found out that his new Sir was fairly intense and didn't fuck around. I was shown the cigarette burns on the boy where he was "disciplined", and told a story of how he shaved a swastika into the boy's hair purely for shock value. I wasn't really sure how to absorb that information, as it caught me off guard.
We headed back to the hotel and Steve and I took a walk around the Spa Resort Casino and played "Stereotype Bingo: Casino Edition" and made for some very amusing conversation. Returning to the room, Steve dominated me in the bathroom, and I jerked off for his entertainment. Fuck did I need that release! After cleaning up we crashed.
Monday
For a change of pace we had breakfast at a Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, and sat outside. Steve accidentally spilled his drink and some of it splashed on the boots I was wearing. Now it wouldn't have been a big deal except the boots weren't mine! They were the nice tall Wescos that our roommate David had lent me! I wiped them down as fast as I could, and started thinking of how I would explain the accident to him, when he suddenly came outside and joined us at the table. I swear it was like every "I accidentally broke your shit" plot cartoon I ever watched in my entire life. He sat right next to me and I had absolutely no idea if he knew or not, he then went on to comment on how his boots looked on me, and to put another nail in the coffin of guilt and anxiety, he went on to say how much he cared about the boots. I seriously would have probably lost my shit if he hadn't taken that moment to walk back inside, and Steve told me that he already knew about the spill accident concerning the boots.
Fuck, man...
I did love wearing them, they feel great! I hope to get my own pair someday. After packing we had breakfast down at the hotel restaurant, and then spent the rest of the afternoon at an outlet mall before heading home. I love Palm Springs, the desert is just so nice and quiet, majestic, and there's a lot of fun to be had around that city!
Thank you guys for a fantastic, kinky weekend!
Play Safe Dear Reader!
Friday, April 26, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
The Cake-Battered Puppy
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
This evening I had the husband of a Sir of mine over for a little play tonight. This is one of the biggest things that I can appreciate about people with open relationships, the fact that I can say "Thank you for letting me borrow your husband." and have it be part of common courtesy.
I finally was able to introduce him to gunge play! After mixing up a bowl of yellow cake batter with a new modification (instead of using 2 cups of warm water to one box of batter, I used 2 1/2 cups and made it thinner) the result was a beautiful drippy batter that made the scene last longer, as I could milk the pour on to his beautiful naked body. Making out, covered in yellow slop, hands sliding all over each other's naked, messy bodies. Then that slippery tight hug, feeling the batter squish between us. Such sweet bliss!
A nice shower later, and we changed into our gear. I donned my chaps, leather jock, engineers, and Muir cap. I collared and leashed him after he zipped up inside his biker one piece and ordered him to suck my raging bone like the good puppy he is. Fuck did that feel amazing, he's damn good at it too, slurping down my dripping member. I then ordered him into just his boots, gloves, and helmet and tied his ankles and wrists together. I lubed up his sweet hole and fingered him a little bit to help him relax before lubing up my own rubbered up, rock hard cock and sliding effortlessly and slowly inside of his beautiful ass.
His whimpering and groaning made it all the more enjoyable, looking at the collar I secured to his neck, the leash that I grasped in my fist, the helmet on his head, his gloves, boots, and catching the sight of myself in the mirror, fucking a biker in my own bed! I fucked him harder and made him moan louder! I made him whimper, made him grunt, and damn did it make me even hornier! I finally blasted my load with a great roar, embracing him tightly! Fuck yeah!
I cleaned myself up, and I lay next to him in the afterglow of our wonderful experience. I untied his ropes and it was puppy's turn! Unfortunately for the handsome biker pup he was so overstimulated he couldn't cum at all, however that didn't detract from the smile firmly plastered on his face! As he left I watched him walk away into the night, his helmet in hand, with his stride a little askew.
Vroom vroom, you sexy fucker!
Play Safe Dear Reader, and be alert on the roads. My biker boys are on those streets too.
This evening I had the husband of a Sir of mine over for a little play tonight. This is one of the biggest things that I can appreciate about people with open relationships, the fact that I can say "Thank you for letting me borrow your husband." and have it be part of common courtesy.
I finally was able to introduce him to gunge play! After mixing up a bowl of yellow cake batter with a new modification (instead of using 2 cups of warm water to one box of batter, I used 2 1/2 cups and made it thinner) the result was a beautiful drippy batter that made the scene last longer, as I could milk the pour on to his beautiful naked body. Making out, covered in yellow slop, hands sliding all over each other's naked, messy bodies. Then that slippery tight hug, feeling the batter squish between us. Such sweet bliss!
A nice shower later, and we changed into our gear. I donned my chaps, leather jock, engineers, and Muir cap. I collared and leashed him after he zipped up inside his biker one piece and ordered him to suck my raging bone like the good puppy he is. Fuck did that feel amazing, he's damn good at it too, slurping down my dripping member. I then ordered him into just his boots, gloves, and helmet and tied his ankles and wrists together. I lubed up his sweet hole and fingered him a little bit to help him relax before lubing up my own rubbered up, rock hard cock and sliding effortlessly and slowly inside of his beautiful ass.
His whimpering and groaning made it all the more enjoyable, looking at the collar I secured to his neck, the leash that I grasped in my fist, the helmet on his head, his gloves, boots, and catching the sight of myself in the mirror, fucking a biker in my own bed! I fucked him harder and made him moan louder! I made him whimper, made him grunt, and damn did it make me even hornier! I finally blasted my load with a great roar, embracing him tightly! Fuck yeah!
I cleaned myself up, and I lay next to him in the afterglow of our wonderful experience. I untied his ropes and it was puppy's turn! Unfortunately for the handsome biker pup he was so overstimulated he couldn't cum at all, however that didn't detract from the smile firmly plastered on his face! As he left I watched him walk away into the night, his helmet in hand, with his stride a little askew.
Vroom vroom, you sexy fucker!
Play Safe Dear Reader, and be alert on the roads. My biker boys are on those streets too.
Friday, April 19, 2013
A Trip to CCBC
Saturday, October 20th, 2012
I headed down to Palm Springs with Daddy Tom, who I had been talking to at length for a while online, he had offered to take me to CCBC and our schedules finally cooperated. Along the way down we stopped at a casino, I had to make a pit stop so he went ahead and found a game to play. When I came out, he handed me some drink money and told me to get something I liked. While walking around the floor I took in how dangerous casinos can be, the architecture and floor layout makes navigation hazy and confusing, the lack of windows and light make time vanish, bright colors and flashing lights draw you in and keep you there for ages.
After finishing my drink, Daddy Tom then gave me some play money, and I sat down in front of a slot machine. I had no idea what to do, I had never done this before. The rules and credits made no sense to me, so I played until the game said I had won. I accepted my winnings and discovered I had won $7.35. Yay? I won? He let me keep my winnings on top of the play money he gave me so it was a nice $27.35 Thank you, sir.
We resumed our journey down to the desert and arrived at the resort, after checking in, Daddy Tom gave me a tour of the grounds. Lots of winding narrow paths enclosed and secluded at the back of the property which led to play areas tucked behind corners, hidden by plants and decorated with fountains and small rivers. Men hid in the corners, sitting in wait for someone to come by, some naked, some barely clothed, some jerking off. One was bent over a pair of seats, his ass open to any dick to enter him. No one caught my eye, and the more we explored, the less safe I felt going off on my own, thankfully Daddy Tom kept a close eye on me as he led the way.
After a short rest by the nude pool, we grabbed lunch at Sherman's Deli, and were graced with the sight of a hot muscle stud having lunch with his girlfriend out on the patio, as well as the Mongols bike gang two tables away from them. After our very large and very satisfying meal, Daddy Tom took us to another casino, pressed some cash into my hand and scooted me off to play. I wandered around, and saw a very handsome man, we met gazes and made subtle hints at each other. I unfortunately lost him and couldn't find him again, so I sat down at a machine, and eventually someone sat down right next to me, it was him! We exchanged names, his was Tom, and we talked for a bit, he was very hot! He lived here in the desert, and gave me his card, but before he left he stopped playing and printed out his winnings receipt. He said, "Here, have this." and put the paper in my hands after saying goodbye. I looked down at the voucher, and my eyes went wide! $119.25! What an awesome guy! I also met up with two guys Kurt and Ming who asked about the hankies I was flagging, it's always a thrill to be asked that question as well as answer it.
Daddy Tom kept urging me to play, the thing is I'm not much of a gambler, I'm a hoarder with my money, so I'm pretty reluctant to spend it. When we were finished at the casino, we headed back to the resort and I went for a swim, it was dark so I felt better about being naked in the water. I struck up some nice conversation with some other guests and had a nice time. Back in the room I went to take a shower and discovered there are no curtains on the windows, and the windows are placed low enough that people can look in easily. It actually was fairly amusing and I liked the idea of guys walking by checking me out while I showered, so I decided I'd give whomever might be watching a nice show, so I bathed deliberately slow. One person did happen to tap on the window, a guy from the pool whom I had talked to earlier, he said "No privacy, huh?" I laughed and agreed.
After drying off and slipping into my jock, Daddy Tom popped his head into the room to tell me I was being a big tease to everyone outside, I laughed and tossed all my leather onto the bed, and lay on my stomach writing in my diary. I'll show them a "tease"! We headed out to Toolshed later on and saw so many hot men at the bar, struck up great conversation with the men we met there. Back at the resort I decided to take a walk by myself and see what the night had to offer. I took the winding path, taking in the darkness, the winding lit tunnels, fountains, and arrived at the military bunker theme area. Nothing to see. I went to the dark playrooms and watched someone I knew suck someone off for a few minutes, then moved on to another room. I was touched by a man who complimented me, I gave a flat "thanks", and pushed his hand away. I didn't invite him to touch me. I made my way to a couch swing by the pool, the guests were all much older than I was, and the majority who played didn't seem to care who they sucked or fucked. It put me in a poor mood. I was frustrated, I began to feel lonesome, wanting someone who was my age, and wasn't so careless and foolish with his health to play with.
Thankfully one of the men who worked there, Greg? George? He came by before I got much too deep in my own depressed thoughts and talked to me for a while, distracting me and bringing my mood back up a bit. You really helped me that night, thank you. I headed to bed after we said goodnight.
Sunday, October 21st 2012
Daddy Tom and I woke up and went around the grounds so he could shoot a set of pictures of me. I had fun, posing on the lifeguard tower, in the garden swing, along the path in the back, naked by the pool. I really want to be a gear model, I think it would be an awesome job. From there we went to the casino again, and enjoyed their breakfast buffet. Daddy Tom, as usual, heavily encouraged me to eat. He really did look after me the whole weekend, making sure I was safe and happy. He gambled a little bit more after breakfast and from there we went to the Palm Springs tram up to the mountains.
I already felt nervous about the trip up, I cannot stand heights, it's nerve wracking for me. You won't catch me in a hot air balloon, skydiving, or cliff jumping. It's my fear of falling. Once on the mountain, Daddy Tom took a few more shots of me, and I went down to see the mountain forest. I took in everything around me, the natural silence was so wonderful. The peace, the tranquility, the serene beauty. I dreamed of a Sir to collar me, and kidnap me away to the mountains for a long weekend together. Walking in the snow on his leash, playfully getting into a snowball fight, building a snowman, and warm nights wrapped in his arms and his ropes in front of the fire.
I headed back to the tram center and climbed the cliff side looking down on the desert city far below, the mist crawling over the top of the forest behind me, then the valley which brought us here. On the way back down, I stared intently at the floor, gripping my seat tighter every time we went over a support and making the car swing. I distracted myself with fantasies of that leather Sir who would kidnap me to the snowy mountain cabin. A tall man with short black hair, tan skin, sporting stubble in a sexy 5-o'clock shadow. His leather jacket would be unzipped, revealing a white tank top that boasted his muscular chest. Tight blue jeans would hug his sweet ass, stuffed into black tall harness boots. He'd sport a black mustache, his dark brown eyes hidden behind his aviators, and his deep, sensual voice would slide into my ears, as his broad arms embraced me tightly, leather gauntlet gloves gripping my body.
Fuck, now I'm horny.
On the way home Daddy Tom and I shared stories and a lot of laughs. Thank you so much Daddy Tom. You're such a wonderful host!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
I headed down to Palm Springs with Daddy Tom, who I had been talking to at length for a while online, he had offered to take me to CCBC and our schedules finally cooperated. Along the way down we stopped at a casino, I had to make a pit stop so he went ahead and found a game to play. When I came out, he handed me some drink money and told me to get something I liked. While walking around the floor I took in how dangerous casinos can be, the architecture and floor layout makes navigation hazy and confusing, the lack of windows and light make time vanish, bright colors and flashing lights draw you in and keep you there for ages.
After finishing my drink, Daddy Tom then gave me some play money, and I sat down in front of a slot machine. I had no idea what to do, I had never done this before. The rules and credits made no sense to me, so I played until the game said I had won. I accepted my winnings and discovered I had won $7.35. Yay? I won? He let me keep my winnings on top of the play money he gave me so it was a nice $27.35 Thank you, sir.
We resumed our journey down to the desert and arrived at the resort, after checking in, Daddy Tom gave me a tour of the grounds. Lots of winding narrow paths enclosed and secluded at the back of the property which led to play areas tucked behind corners, hidden by plants and decorated with fountains and small rivers. Men hid in the corners, sitting in wait for someone to come by, some naked, some barely clothed, some jerking off. One was bent over a pair of seats, his ass open to any dick to enter him. No one caught my eye, and the more we explored, the less safe I felt going off on my own, thankfully Daddy Tom kept a close eye on me as he led the way.
After a short rest by the nude pool, we grabbed lunch at Sherman's Deli, and were graced with the sight of a hot muscle stud having lunch with his girlfriend out on the patio, as well as the Mongols bike gang two tables away from them. After our very large and very satisfying meal, Daddy Tom took us to another casino, pressed some cash into my hand and scooted me off to play. I wandered around, and saw a very handsome man, we met gazes and made subtle hints at each other. I unfortunately lost him and couldn't find him again, so I sat down at a machine, and eventually someone sat down right next to me, it was him! We exchanged names, his was Tom, and we talked for a bit, he was very hot! He lived here in the desert, and gave me his card, but before he left he stopped playing and printed out his winnings receipt. He said, "Here, have this." and put the paper in my hands after saying goodbye. I looked down at the voucher, and my eyes went wide! $119.25! What an awesome guy! I also met up with two guys Kurt and Ming who asked about the hankies I was flagging, it's always a thrill to be asked that question as well as answer it.
Daddy Tom kept urging me to play, the thing is I'm not much of a gambler, I'm a hoarder with my money, so I'm pretty reluctant to spend it. When we were finished at the casino, we headed back to the resort and I went for a swim, it was dark so I felt better about being naked in the water. I struck up some nice conversation with some other guests and had a nice time. Back in the room I went to take a shower and discovered there are no curtains on the windows, and the windows are placed low enough that people can look in easily. It actually was fairly amusing and I liked the idea of guys walking by checking me out while I showered, so I decided I'd give whomever might be watching a nice show, so I bathed deliberately slow. One person did happen to tap on the window, a guy from the pool whom I had talked to earlier, he said "No privacy, huh?" I laughed and agreed.
After drying off and slipping into my jock, Daddy Tom popped his head into the room to tell me I was being a big tease to everyone outside, I laughed and tossed all my leather onto the bed, and lay on my stomach writing in my diary. I'll show them a "tease"! We headed out to Toolshed later on and saw so many hot men at the bar, struck up great conversation with the men we met there. Back at the resort I decided to take a walk by myself and see what the night had to offer. I took the winding path, taking in the darkness, the winding lit tunnels, fountains, and arrived at the military bunker theme area. Nothing to see. I went to the dark playrooms and watched someone I knew suck someone off for a few minutes, then moved on to another room. I was touched by a man who complimented me, I gave a flat "thanks", and pushed his hand away. I didn't invite him to touch me. I made my way to a couch swing by the pool, the guests were all much older than I was, and the majority who played didn't seem to care who they sucked or fucked. It put me in a poor mood. I was frustrated, I began to feel lonesome, wanting someone who was my age, and wasn't so careless and foolish with his health to play with.
Thankfully one of the men who worked there, Greg? George? He came by before I got much too deep in my own depressed thoughts and talked to me for a while, distracting me and bringing my mood back up a bit. You really helped me that night, thank you. I headed to bed after we said goodnight.
Sunday, October 21st 2012
Daddy Tom and I woke up and went around the grounds so he could shoot a set of pictures of me. I had fun, posing on the lifeguard tower, in the garden swing, along the path in the back, naked by the pool. I really want to be a gear model, I think it would be an awesome job. From there we went to the casino again, and enjoyed their breakfast buffet. Daddy Tom, as usual, heavily encouraged me to eat. He really did look after me the whole weekend, making sure I was safe and happy. He gambled a little bit more after breakfast and from there we went to the Palm Springs tram up to the mountains.
I already felt nervous about the trip up, I cannot stand heights, it's nerve wracking for me. You won't catch me in a hot air balloon, skydiving, or cliff jumping. It's my fear of falling. Once on the mountain, Daddy Tom took a few more shots of me, and I went down to see the mountain forest. I took in everything around me, the natural silence was so wonderful. The peace, the tranquility, the serene beauty. I dreamed of a Sir to collar me, and kidnap me away to the mountains for a long weekend together. Walking in the snow on his leash, playfully getting into a snowball fight, building a snowman, and warm nights wrapped in his arms and his ropes in front of the fire.
I headed back to the tram center and climbed the cliff side looking down on the desert city far below, the mist crawling over the top of the forest behind me, then the valley which brought us here. On the way back down, I stared intently at the floor, gripping my seat tighter every time we went over a support and making the car swing. I distracted myself with fantasies of that leather Sir who would kidnap me to the snowy mountain cabin. A tall man with short black hair, tan skin, sporting stubble in a sexy 5-o'clock shadow. His leather jacket would be unzipped, revealing a white tank top that boasted his muscular chest. Tight blue jeans would hug his sweet ass, stuffed into black tall harness boots. He'd sport a black mustache, his dark brown eyes hidden behind his aviators, and his deep, sensual voice would slide into my ears, as his broad arms embraced me tightly, leather gauntlet gloves gripping my body.
Fuck, now I'm horny.
On the way home Daddy Tom and I shared stories and a lot of laughs. Thank you so much Daddy Tom. You're such a wonderful host!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
The Gifted Gentleman at My Door.
Sunday October 14th, 2012
This evening I met up with a man who I had been talking to online for a while outside of my apartment. He is very handsome and proved himself a gentleman within minutes of speaking with him in person. We headed up to Pistons together, along the way he lent me his leather jacket. It fit like a dream! It was exactly the type I've always wanted. Fitting tight, with the leather belt at the waist! Fuck did it ever make me feel like a badass, and I'd feel even more powerful if it were studded with spikes at the shoulders!
He changed into his leather pants, and woof were they hot on his sweet legs! Inside he treated me to a Jagermeister and we went over to the stage to talk. Soon talking led to kissing, and we started making out, I had him on his back on the stage, gently and sensually dominating him. We talked more, and he confessed that he was blessed with an intimidating member, and that unfortunately when guys found out about it they obsess over it. He told me that he doesn't let people touch him like I was, and I felt very honored that he would allow me such a pleasure. He then told me to feel his pants, and when I did...woah...he was very blessed indeed!
We left the bar soon afterward, and miraculously found parking near my apartment, walking over, my arm around him, holding him close. We headed upstairs and cuddled on my bed, he told me that I had a nice strut when I wear my leather, and that my mohawk gave me a dangerous look. Flattery will get you everywhere, handsome. Our chemistry soon turned into him becoming more dominant, calling me boy, and me becoming more submissive and eager to please him. I kissed and caressed him, fighting off the two late nights prior to tonight, I so badly wanted to pleasure him.
I was then given permission to unzip his pants and remove them, as they fell they revealed something very impressive! Nine inches of a beautiful cut member, right in front of me. I can see why boys get so obsessed over it. I eventually earned permission to kiss, lick, and finally suck this handsome gentleman's gifted manhood. I became more and more submissive, I felt amazing when he called me boy. I was incredibly horny, and asked when I would be granted permission to shoot my load for him. He granted it to me, and I stroked us both, I wanted him to blow his load too! I wanted to please him! The closer he came to erupting, the more dominant he became, until he was growling and commanding me to shoot! Fuck was it hot!
I finally did blow my load too, and damn did it feel incredible! Especially with his arms gripping me tightly! Sadly, he did not stay the night as I would have loved to wake up with his arms still around my naked body, and he soon took his leave after our play together. I wearily walked him to my door and bid him a wonderful night, thanking him for his control over me. I cannot wait to be in service to him again. I heartily enjoyed his dominance, and I look forward to giving him my body to play with once more.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
This evening I met up with a man who I had been talking to online for a while outside of my apartment. He is very handsome and proved himself a gentleman within minutes of speaking with him in person. We headed up to Pistons together, along the way he lent me his leather jacket. It fit like a dream! It was exactly the type I've always wanted. Fitting tight, with the leather belt at the waist! Fuck did it ever make me feel like a badass, and I'd feel even more powerful if it were studded with spikes at the shoulders!
He changed into his leather pants, and woof were they hot on his sweet legs! Inside he treated me to a Jagermeister and we went over to the stage to talk. Soon talking led to kissing, and we started making out, I had him on his back on the stage, gently and sensually dominating him. We talked more, and he confessed that he was blessed with an intimidating member, and that unfortunately when guys found out about it they obsess over it. He told me that he doesn't let people touch him like I was, and I felt very honored that he would allow me such a pleasure. He then told me to feel his pants, and when I did...woah...he was very blessed indeed!
We left the bar soon afterward, and miraculously found parking near my apartment, walking over, my arm around him, holding him close. We headed upstairs and cuddled on my bed, he told me that I had a nice strut when I wear my leather, and that my mohawk gave me a dangerous look. Flattery will get you everywhere, handsome. Our chemistry soon turned into him becoming more dominant, calling me boy, and me becoming more submissive and eager to please him. I kissed and caressed him, fighting off the two late nights prior to tonight, I so badly wanted to pleasure him.
I was then given permission to unzip his pants and remove them, as they fell they revealed something very impressive! Nine inches of a beautiful cut member, right in front of me. I can see why boys get so obsessed over it. I eventually earned permission to kiss, lick, and finally suck this handsome gentleman's gifted manhood. I became more and more submissive, I felt amazing when he called me boy. I was incredibly horny, and asked when I would be granted permission to shoot my load for him. He granted it to me, and I stroked us both, I wanted him to blow his load too! I wanted to please him! The closer he came to erupting, the more dominant he became, until he was growling and commanding me to shoot! Fuck was it hot!
I finally did blow my load too, and damn did it feel incredible! Especially with his arms gripping me tightly! Sadly, he did not stay the night as I would have loved to wake up with his arms still around my naked body, and he soon took his leave after our play together. I wearily walked him to my door and bid him a wonderful night, thanking him for his control over me. I cannot wait to be in service to him again. I heartily enjoyed his dominance, and I look forward to giving him my body to play with once more.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
The boy on the Menu
Sunday, October 14th, 2012
This afternoon I went to a dom's house down in Orange County to explore what he explained as a cannibalism fetish. Before we begin, I'll explain the fetish a little. You remember all of those cartoons where the hero is trapped or captured and is thrown in a big cooking pot for angry savages or some kind of villain? That's basically the idea, however the scenes never go further than that. Under no circumstances was I to actually be eaten or cooked for real, as it is more like a situation fantasy. I spoke with a sub that frequently visits and plays with him, and he had nothing but praise for the man. I was even given pictures and a short video clip of what happens during play, and I just had to experience it firsthand.
Arriving at his place, I was stripped in his living room where he "inspected the meat", telling me what parts of my body would "make good cuts". He then led me to the garage where he had me lay down on a foil-wrapped plank of wood held up by sawhorses. He massaged my body with olive oil, and I looked at my body, it shimmered in the dim light of the garage like a well oiled slab of meat. He then rubbed me down with seasoning spices which scratched my skin like an exfoliating scrub.
I started to slip into subspace, little by little, letting go of myself. The smell of my well-seasoned skin floated around my nostrils, I smelled delicious. He then strapped me into a waist harness, tied my wrists and ankles together with string and proceeded to hoist me up into the air using a wench. I was lifted up and over to a large steel drum set atop a stack of bricks surrounding a gas burner. The scariest part was that I was being lifted by the bottom up, so I was hanging upside down, and lowered into this steel drum. Once inside, I was seated on a pile of weights placed upon a set of wooden blocks, so no part of my body was ever in direct contact with the metal coming in contact with the flames.
He began to fill the drum with water from the hose attached to the laundry sink. The water rose around my body, it was cold and made me shiver, I had no choice, I was bound up like a pig and forced to endure the chilly waters rising around my naked, seasoned skin. Thankfully he changed taps and pumped in hot water to take the chill off, but it was an extreme hot and had to be swapped out again before it hurt. Once the water was at my neck he turned it off and started the burner. I was in real subspace now, I smelled my seasoned skin, licking my shoulder, I tasted so delicious. As the water heated, bubbles began to rise to the surface which was coated with a thin layer of seasoning and oil.
My dom, then produced a large wooden paddle and stirred the pot rubbing up against my member, pushing me further into my "meatspace". As the water got hotter, I sank deeper into submission, and a somewhat helpless mindset. Reminded of captured cartoon heroes saying "Is this the end of me?" and "I'm done for." My dom said that I was cooking well, and I'd be a great dinner, mentally pushing me further down. Soon I began to sweat. The water was much hotter now, I said it was getting very hot, and he nodded. "Of course, you're cooking now, meat."
When the water became too much, I let him know I wanted to be released, and that I was finished. He started up the wench and hoisted me out after turning off the burner. I was scared once more, upside down, dripping wet, and now I was very wary of the sides of the drum which had to be quite hot at this time. Once on the floor, he cut me free and gave me water to stay hydrated. He was very attentive to what I needed.
Once I was able, he helped me up off the floor, and put plastic bags on my oily feet so I could go upstairs and shower. I had to use dish soap to clean off all the olive oil, it was actually pretty funny to me, like a real test to see if they really could break up all that grease and still be soft on skin. His dog, a lovable little Jack Russel Terrier, refused to leave me alone during my shower! He kept poking his little sniffer inside the curtain and trying to drink from the faucet, because the little stinker loves running water, and I'm sure my seasoned skin drew him in too.
I had a wonderful time, I don't think I'll be cooked again, as the process of getting me in and out of the pot is a bit much for me, but I wouldn't mind being his sous-chef when we cook his other sub!
Play Safe Dear Reader
This afternoon I went to a dom's house down in Orange County to explore what he explained as a cannibalism fetish. Before we begin, I'll explain the fetish a little. You remember all of those cartoons where the hero is trapped or captured and is thrown in a big cooking pot for angry savages or some kind of villain? That's basically the idea, however the scenes never go further than that. Under no circumstances was I to actually be eaten or cooked for real, as it is more like a situation fantasy. I spoke with a sub that frequently visits and plays with him, and he had nothing but praise for the man. I was even given pictures and a short video clip of what happens during play, and I just had to experience it firsthand.
Arriving at his place, I was stripped in his living room where he "inspected the meat", telling me what parts of my body would "make good cuts". He then led me to the garage where he had me lay down on a foil-wrapped plank of wood held up by sawhorses. He massaged my body with olive oil, and I looked at my body, it shimmered in the dim light of the garage like a well oiled slab of meat. He then rubbed me down with seasoning spices which scratched my skin like an exfoliating scrub.
I started to slip into subspace, little by little, letting go of myself. The smell of my well-seasoned skin floated around my nostrils, I smelled delicious. He then strapped me into a waist harness, tied my wrists and ankles together with string and proceeded to hoist me up into the air using a wench. I was lifted up and over to a large steel drum set atop a stack of bricks surrounding a gas burner. The scariest part was that I was being lifted by the bottom up, so I was hanging upside down, and lowered into this steel drum. Once inside, I was seated on a pile of weights placed upon a set of wooden blocks, so no part of my body was ever in direct contact with the metal coming in contact with the flames.
He began to fill the drum with water from the hose attached to the laundry sink. The water rose around my body, it was cold and made me shiver, I had no choice, I was bound up like a pig and forced to endure the chilly waters rising around my naked, seasoned skin. Thankfully he changed taps and pumped in hot water to take the chill off, but it was an extreme hot and had to be swapped out again before it hurt. Once the water was at my neck he turned it off and started the burner. I was in real subspace now, I smelled my seasoned skin, licking my shoulder, I tasted so delicious. As the water heated, bubbles began to rise to the surface which was coated with a thin layer of seasoning and oil.
My dom, then produced a large wooden paddle and stirred the pot rubbing up against my member, pushing me further into my "meatspace". As the water got hotter, I sank deeper into submission, and a somewhat helpless mindset. Reminded of captured cartoon heroes saying "Is this the end of me?" and "I'm done for." My dom said that I was cooking well, and I'd be a great dinner, mentally pushing me further down. Soon I began to sweat. The water was much hotter now, I said it was getting very hot, and he nodded. "Of course, you're cooking now, meat."
When the water became too much, I let him know I wanted to be released, and that I was finished. He started up the wench and hoisted me out after turning off the burner. I was scared once more, upside down, dripping wet, and now I was very wary of the sides of the drum which had to be quite hot at this time. Once on the floor, he cut me free and gave me water to stay hydrated. He was very attentive to what I needed.
Once I was able, he helped me up off the floor, and put plastic bags on my oily feet so I could go upstairs and shower. I had to use dish soap to clean off all the olive oil, it was actually pretty funny to me, like a real test to see if they really could break up all that grease and still be soft on skin. His dog, a lovable little Jack Russel Terrier, refused to leave me alone during my shower! He kept poking his little sniffer inside the curtain and trying to drink from the faucet, because the little stinker loves running water, and I'm sure my seasoned skin drew him in too.
I had a wonderful time, I don't think I'll be cooked again, as the process of getting me in and out of the pot is a bit much for me, but I wouldn't mind being his sous-chef when we cook his other sub!
Play Safe Dear Reader
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Barn Boy Bondage
Saturday, October 13th, 2012
I woke up in Adam's arms from the night prior, one of the best parts about going to sleep with a man in your arms is the morning when he is still there. We fooled around a bit, gentle stroking, deep kissing, then moving our fun to the shower where we made out as we sensually bathed each other. Once we were out and dry, we headed right back to the bed! I showed him videos and told him about my quicksand fetish and fantasies, he liked the idea which was a huge turn on. We jerked off and blew our loads on our chests, watching his dick explode in ecstasy was really fucking hot.
We headed to the shower once more, rinsed off, and headed out to spend the day together. We headed to a contractor's store first as I was looking for a pair of elbow-length, medium weight chemical gloves, the same gloves that Jimmiwolf wore when he had dominated me at IML this year. I wanted to feel that cold slick rubber on my skin once more, unfortunately they didn't carry them. A short browse at Doughboys for a look through their military gear and Adam told me the meaning of a handful of the badges and pins that were on display.
From there we headed over to Red Robin over in Lakewood and to our good fortune today was a "Tip a Cop" event where real members of the local police department volunteer their time and wait on you in the restaurant to raise money for the Special Olympics. After an enjoyable lunch and buying a few pins for the fundraiser we headed back to my place where I tied his hands and ankles, and secured his arms on my bungee cord clips attached to my doorframe. I stripped him naked and stroked his sweet cock, whispering dirty, nasty, filthy things into his ear. When I got to a part about being arrested by a hot cop, he moaned and shot his hot load. After we cleaned up and said a sensual goodbye, I prepared for my event that evening, "Barn Boy Bondage."
Sir Donny picked me up at 7:30pm, and we headed out in our cowboy gear, fuck did he look hot. I packed my rope that I finally learned how to chain the night before at Bondage Club. Sir Donny makes such a smoking hot cowboy, I just want to rope him, stuff a sock in his mouth and make sweet, nasty love to him as he strained against his hogtie! We arrived at the bar twenty minutes later and set up, then chatted until 9:00pm when the event officially started, however due to the ludicrous idea of "Gay Standard Time" that someone came up with to cover their sorry, flaking ass about being late, no one really showed up until 10:00pm, reminding me to schedule my events later.
Although Sir Donny reminded me that he was my sub for the evening, he couldn't help but slip back into a dominant role and be a playful troublemaker. However whenever I would call him out on his behavior, he would bow his head and give me a meek "Sorry, sir." which then melted my heart and I couldn't resist immediately forgiving him. I made my announcements, and set the rules for the evening concerning bondage for the night, I then mingled for a while and met a very handsome man named Diego in a leather jacket. I mingled with friends Aaron, Sir Dino, Jr., Mike, Harold, the two studs who came along with Aaron, as well as Sir Gaelan and Kiba. Sir Gaelan was dressed in his amazing cowboy gear, which included a leather cowboy hat, and a duster, and I couldn't fall to my knees fast enough, any harder and I would have left dents in the asphalt of the back patio. Mike proceeded to suspend Harold from the beams on the patio roof, and drew quite a captive audience.
Later on that evening I performed a bondage demo by binding Sir Donny and Marc together on stage, and showing how to make a quick gag and a blindfold by using your handkerchiefs. I also went over basic safety tips like always having a pair of scissors capable of cutting your rope in the instance of an emergency or if your bottom is freaking out. You shouldn't grow attached to your rope, as it may (universe forbid) have to be cut one day. After the roping demo, I then gave a small speech on breast cancer awareness month, and dropped my pants to reveal a pair of bright bubblegum pink underwear I had been gifted from Dizzy a while back to show my support. They really enjoyed that part...which is awesome because I love that underwear.
It really doesn't matter if I've done this a hundred times, I still get nervous on stage. I feel like I'm rushing through my content, or stumbling over my words. I fear leaving something out, and missing my chance to tell everyone while I have possession of their attention for that small amount of time.
After all the stagework I had a beer with Sir Dino and Jr. and called it a night. I was exhausted, and had so much fun! I'm very pleased that everyone enjoyed themselves and that everyone made the effort to come out in gear. Sir Donny and I headed out, and he dropped me off in front of my apartment. Sadly he didn't join me upstairs. Minutes later I was passed out on my bed, with another event successfully completed.
I woke up in Adam's arms from the night prior, one of the best parts about going to sleep with a man in your arms is the morning when he is still there. We fooled around a bit, gentle stroking, deep kissing, then moving our fun to the shower where we made out as we sensually bathed each other. Once we were out and dry, we headed right back to the bed! I showed him videos and told him about my quicksand fetish and fantasies, he liked the idea which was a huge turn on. We jerked off and blew our loads on our chests, watching his dick explode in ecstasy was really fucking hot.
We headed to the shower once more, rinsed off, and headed out to spend the day together. We headed to a contractor's store first as I was looking for a pair of elbow-length, medium weight chemical gloves, the same gloves that Jimmiwolf wore when he had dominated me at IML this year. I wanted to feel that cold slick rubber on my skin once more, unfortunately they didn't carry them. A short browse at Doughboys for a look through their military gear and Adam told me the meaning of a handful of the badges and pins that were on display.
From there we headed over to Red Robin over in Lakewood and to our good fortune today was a "Tip a Cop" event where real members of the local police department volunteer their time and wait on you in the restaurant to raise money for the Special Olympics. After an enjoyable lunch and buying a few pins for the fundraiser we headed back to my place where I tied his hands and ankles, and secured his arms on my bungee cord clips attached to my doorframe. I stripped him naked and stroked his sweet cock, whispering dirty, nasty, filthy things into his ear. When I got to a part about being arrested by a hot cop, he moaned and shot his hot load. After we cleaned up and said a sensual goodbye, I prepared for my event that evening, "Barn Boy Bondage."
Sir Donny picked me up at 7:30pm, and we headed out in our cowboy gear, fuck did he look hot. I packed my rope that I finally learned how to chain the night before at Bondage Club. Sir Donny makes such a smoking hot cowboy, I just want to rope him, stuff a sock in his mouth and make sweet, nasty love to him as he strained against his hogtie! We arrived at the bar twenty minutes later and set up, then chatted until 9:00pm when the event officially started, however due to the ludicrous idea of "Gay Standard Time" that someone came up with to cover their sorry, flaking ass about being late, no one really showed up until 10:00pm, reminding me to schedule my events later.
Although Sir Donny reminded me that he was my sub for the evening, he couldn't help but slip back into a dominant role and be a playful troublemaker. However whenever I would call him out on his behavior, he would bow his head and give me a meek "Sorry, sir." which then melted my heart and I couldn't resist immediately forgiving him. I made my announcements, and set the rules for the evening concerning bondage for the night, I then mingled for a while and met a very handsome man named Diego in a leather jacket. I mingled with friends Aaron, Sir Dino, Jr., Mike, Harold, the two studs who came along with Aaron, as well as Sir Gaelan and Kiba. Sir Gaelan was dressed in his amazing cowboy gear, which included a leather cowboy hat, and a duster, and I couldn't fall to my knees fast enough, any harder and I would have left dents in the asphalt of the back patio. Mike proceeded to suspend Harold from the beams on the patio roof, and drew quite a captive audience.
Later on that evening I performed a bondage demo by binding Sir Donny and Marc together on stage, and showing how to make a quick gag and a blindfold by using your handkerchiefs. I also went over basic safety tips like always having a pair of scissors capable of cutting your rope in the instance of an emergency or if your bottom is freaking out. You shouldn't grow attached to your rope, as it may (universe forbid) have to be cut one day. After the roping demo, I then gave a small speech on breast cancer awareness month, and dropped my pants to reveal a pair of bright bubblegum pink underwear I had been gifted from Dizzy a while back to show my support. They really enjoyed that part...which is awesome because I love that underwear.
It really doesn't matter if I've done this a hundred times, I still get nervous on stage. I feel like I'm rushing through my content, or stumbling over my words. I fear leaving something out, and missing my chance to tell everyone while I have possession of their attention for that small amount of time.
After all the stagework I had a beer with Sir Dino and Jr. and called it a night. I was exhausted, and had so much fun! I'm very pleased that everyone enjoyed themselves and that everyone made the effort to come out in gear. Sir Donny and I headed out, and he dropped me off in front of my apartment. Sadly he didn't join me upstairs. Minutes later I was passed out on my bed, with another event successfully completed.
Monday, April 15, 2013
My introduction to Financial Domination
A while ago I discovered a fetish that I hadn't heard of before, Financial Domination.
To sum it up, financial domination is when the dominant has control over the submissive's finances. This can be performed in many ways, the sub can tribute gifts to the dom like gift cards, items off of a wish list, cash directly, and in more extreme forms the sub's finances can be under complete lockdown by the dominant. The dom can control the sub's paycheck by only allowing the sub a set allowance, and with remote access technology even go into the submissive's online bank account and make changes as he deemed fit.
Since this fetish deals with personal finances, it is incredibly important that both sides realize how dangerous and delicate the subject of money is. If the dominant is careless, they can easily destroy the submissive's livelihood so great care must be taken with every action, and you absolutely must pay attention to every detail of what is going on.
In my experience of this fetish, I was exposed to it firsthand by a submissive who told me he wanted to tribute me gifts and money, and that it would please him sexually to do so. I thought that this was an interesting idea and I agreed. The submissive never did follow through, and actually vanished from communication, but thanks to him I did some research, asked a few friends, was given some important information and discovered a social website on the fetish.
When I set up an account, I decided to lurk for a while. I just detailed my profile and watched what the other dominants were doing to the submissives, and how people behaved here. Upon watching, I was surprised at the callous treatment of the submissives and cash slaves. Verbal abuse was commonplace, and it seemed the dominants didn't care about the submissive's wellbeing. Now I do recognize that most are into such poor treatment, however something didn't seem right, the more I spent time on the site, the more it seemed the louder and more verbal dominants didn't care at all. They were far more focused on the money than the submissive's enjoyment or health.
Even with the environment being so poor, and with no knowledge of any other financial domination sites, I thought I should still give it a try. I eventually picked up a few subs, and surprisingly discovered some major problems after asking them about if they were fit to tribute me financially, as I wouldn't let any sub give me money if they needed it more.
One submissive had a wife and children. I couldn't in good conscience accept any money from a man supporting a family, and through further questions I discovered he had an addiction to being financially raped, spending large amounts of money on random strangers that demanded it from him. I ordered him to close his accounts, and to clean himself up. That he was forbidden to ever access the site again, nor give any tribute of any kind. I demanded that he tell his wife to help him in his endeavor, and to focus his money on his children. He even offered to pay tributes to me as thanks, but knowing that it wouldn't help him, and I would simply be enabling a problem, I refused. He was grateful for the assistance, and we moved our conversations to emails and away from the site so he would be away from temptation.
Another submissive admitted that he was on social security, and I refused his offers as well, that money was meant for him, not me. It is meant to help him live, not to be used for fun and sexual games. He confessed this after he had already sent me money, thankfully it was via Paypal and I was able to promptly refund it to him in full, with no fuss whatsoever. He understood, and is taking the steps to better his situation.
Yet another sub was jobless, and even though he was on unemployment, still wanted to tribute to me. Again, I refused any monetary gifts, however he is a big fan of leather gloves and as such sent me a lovely worn pair of gauntlet gloves of his in the mail in lieu of a financial tribute. I accepted them as they cost him nothing, and I am happy to have them.
I developed a code of conduct for myself while dominating financially as a guideline to help protect the well being of my financial submissives. A fetish should never take over the life of someone, reality must come first along with obligations, responsibilities, and basic needs.
- Under no circumstances should financial domination prevent someone from paying bills, affording food or fuel for transportation.
- Financial domination comes last! All needs must be paid first, this includes family, job, basic needs like food, shelter, transport, bills, and savings. If there is any money left over and can be spent frivolously in good conscience, that will be considered "fun money", and can be treated in any way the sub deems fit.
- The dominant must recognize and acknowledge the submissive's financial situation at all times and treat it with utmost of respect. If the submissive is not fit to financially tribute, then the dominant shall not accept it nor demand it until the submissive is capable once more.
With all that being said, I did meet a few subs who were very capable of financial submission to me, and I have even received a few nice gifts through them. They include a nice new pair of sneakers, a leather belt, as well as the pair of gloves I mentioned earlier. Another submissive agreed to the idea of a "boy tax", where he gifts an annual sum of money to me on a regular time period under an imaginary tax. He was thrilled at the idea, and I enjoy it as well, as I get a thrill out of making him happy, and the added financial perk.
Under no circumstances are my boys forced to pay me anything. This is strictly for fun and entertainment purposes, and they have the final word. If they are unable to tribute, I understand and we talk of other things that we can do together. I actually do give a damn about them, and I do my best to treat them with the utmost respect for their devoted trust in me. They deserve it, as all my boys, slaves, submissives and pups do.
Thank you dear reader, please Play Safe and if you wish to involve yourself in financial play I ask that you please play responsibly.
To sum it up, financial domination is when the dominant has control over the submissive's finances. This can be performed in many ways, the sub can tribute gifts to the dom like gift cards, items off of a wish list, cash directly, and in more extreme forms the sub's finances can be under complete lockdown by the dominant. The dom can control the sub's paycheck by only allowing the sub a set allowance, and with remote access technology even go into the submissive's online bank account and make changes as he deemed fit.
Since this fetish deals with personal finances, it is incredibly important that both sides realize how dangerous and delicate the subject of money is. If the dominant is careless, they can easily destroy the submissive's livelihood so great care must be taken with every action, and you absolutely must pay attention to every detail of what is going on.
In my experience of this fetish, I was exposed to it firsthand by a submissive who told me he wanted to tribute me gifts and money, and that it would please him sexually to do so. I thought that this was an interesting idea and I agreed. The submissive never did follow through, and actually vanished from communication, but thanks to him I did some research, asked a few friends, was given some important information and discovered a social website on the fetish.
When I set up an account, I decided to lurk for a while. I just detailed my profile and watched what the other dominants were doing to the submissives, and how people behaved here. Upon watching, I was surprised at the callous treatment of the submissives and cash slaves. Verbal abuse was commonplace, and it seemed the dominants didn't care about the submissive's wellbeing. Now I do recognize that most are into such poor treatment, however something didn't seem right, the more I spent time on the site, the more it seemed the louder and more verbal dominants didn't care at all. They were far more focused on the money than the submissive's enjoyment or health.
Even with the environment being so poor, and with no knowledge of any other financial domination sites, I thought I should still give it a try. I eventually picked up a few subs, and surprisingly discovered some major problems after asking them about if they were fit to tribute me financially, as I wouldn't let any sub give me money if they needed it more.
One submissive had a wife and children. I couldn't in good conscience accept any money from a man supporting a family, and through further questions I discovered he had an addiction to being financially raped, spending large amounts of money on random strangers that demanded it from him. I ordered him to close his accounts, and to clean himself up. That he was forbidden to ever access the site again, nor give any tribute of any kind. I demanded that he tell his wife to help him in his endeavor, and to focus his money on his children. He even offered to pay tributes to me as thanks, but knowing that it wouldn't help him, and I would simply be enabling a problem, I refused. He was grateful for the assistance, and we moved our conversations to emails and away from the site so he would be away from temptation.
Another submissive admitted that he was on social security, and I refused his offers as well, that money was meant for him, not me. It is meant to help him live, not to be used for fun and sexual games. He confessed this after he had already sent me money, thankfully it was via Paypal and I was able to promptly refund it to him in full, with no fuss whatsoever. He understood, and is taking the steps to better his situation.
Yet another sub was jobless, and even though he was on unemployment, still wanted to tribute to me. Again, I refused any monetary gifts, however he is a big fan of leather gloves and as such sent me a lovely worn pair of gauntlet gloves of his in the mail in lieu of a financial tribute. I accepted them as they cost him nothing, and I am happy to have them.
I developed a code of conduct for myself while dominating financially as a guideline to help protect the well being of my financial submissives. A fetish should never take over the life of someone, reality must come first along with obligations, responsibilities, and basic needs.
- Under no circumstances should financial domination prevent someone from paying bills, affording food or fuel for transportation.
- Financial domination comes last! All needs must be paid first, this includes family, job, basic needs like food, shelter, transport, bills, and savings. If there is any money left over and can be spent frivolously in good conscience, that will be considered "fun money", and can be treated in any way the sub deems fit.
- The dominant must recognize and acknowledge the submissive's financial situation at all times and treat it with utmost of respect. If the submissive is not fit to financially tribute, then the dominant shall not accept it nor demand it until the submissive is capable once more.
With all that being said, I did meet a few subs who were very capable of financial submission to me, and I have even received a few nice gifts through them. They include a nice new pair of sneakers, a leather belt, as well as the pair of gloves I mentioned earlier. Another submissive agreed to the idea of a "boy tax", where he gifts an annual sum of money to me on a regular time period under an imaginary tax. He was thrilled at the idea, and I enjoy it as well, as I get a thrill out of making him happy, and the added financial perk.
Under no circumstances are my boys forced to pay me anything. This is strictly for fun and entertainment purposes, and they have the final word. If they are unable to tribute, I understand and we talk of other things that we can do together. I actually do give a damn about them, and I do my best to treat them with the utmost respect for their devoted trust in me. They deserve it, as all my boys, slaves, submissives and pups do.
Thank you dear reader, please Play Safe and if you wish to involve yourself in financial play I ask that you please play responsibly.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
"You're coming home with me tonight."
October 12th, 2012
The night had started on a bad foot, I had made arrangements for a ride up to the Socal Bondage Club, but I forgot to let my ride know about them, and when I called he was already halfway to the club. I was infuriated at myself for such a foolish mistake. Fortunately for me, I have the most amazing pup in the world, when I told my predicament to my puppy Cockpit, he was in front of my apartment in minutes and we were off to the club.
When I arrived, I mingled a bit before meeting up with Bobby, he led me to the Japanese bondage room and stripped me before tying me down and torturing my body, as well as kissing me. His torture of my helpless body went on for two full hours, swapping between sensual pleasure, and pain. It would be my first experience with clothespins. At first they didn't hurt at all, slight discomfort when they first were applied to my body, but nothing more. Then, the longer our scene went on, they slowly became more and more uncomfortable, more intense, the discomfort growing steadily stronger before I was begging him to release me from their damning hold on my tender skin. This was definitely something to remember for the future, especially for the boys who submit to me if they ever get the foolish idea to disobey me or worse, I start feeling sadistic.
Kissing and holding Bobby was just bliss, soft tender body, sweet sensual lips, and a gamer as well! What a find! I look forward to playing with him in the future! After I was released from his care, I returned to the main room to look for someone I had been talking to online. He had said hello earlier that night and I finally found him in the Throne Room talking with my friend Pup Don. A moment later, as if Pup Don could read our minds, he shooed us away "Go play! Go play already!" he said as he nearly swatted my ass out the door! His name was Adam. I took Adam to the Jail Cell and started kissing him, he kisses so well it's beautiful, he's beautiful, such an amazing face, sexy smooth body, lips so soft and sweet, a smile so mischievous He whispered in my ear, "Let's go somewhere private." I pulled him into the room most likely to be empty, the Victorian Room at the end of the hall. I turned down the lights and continued appreciating those lips of his, and his delicious tongue. He's gentle, tender, soft, sweet, and his whispers of "You're so hot." made me fire up in excitement! It feels so amazing to have such a sexy man tell me that I was attractive.
I continued to kiss him deeply, before I tied his legs together, then laid him down and tied his hands. I then took my sweet time in enjoying his helpless body, kissing his soft, smooth bare skin, toned and thin, his body warm and inviting. The scent. His smile. All intoxicating. Unfortunately due to the men in the next room talking so loudly, I could not keep my focus, but making out with Adam was very enjoyable either way.
He leaned up to my ear and whispered, "Do you wanna get out of here?" and I asked if he wanted to spend the night with me at my place. His answer pleased me greatly, and I released him, I said my goodbyes to my friends, and we headed out. We arrived at my apartment, found a very convenient parking spot (the universe smiled upon us this night), once upstairs more sensual kissing and caressing of bodies, which then were stripped bare of clothing. I gently pulled him into bed, and wrapped my arms around this beautiful man...and we drifted off to sleep.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
A Roll in the Sand
Wednesday, October 11th, 2012
My friend Gym picked me up from the apartment and we headed down to Huntington Beach on his sport bike for dinner. There's nothing like a ride on a motorcycle to put my thoughts in order, and to place things in perspective as I watch the world go by. I took this time to count my blessings, I was on the back of a bike, in riding gear, gripping the body of a hot muscled stud, I write a blog detailing the amazing sexual encounters I have with gorgeous men, I have two awesome jobs that I thoroughly enjoy, I am surrounded by friends and family who love and support me, and I have the power to make many people happy which I utilize as much as possible and as often as possible. Life is awesome!
After wandering a bit we decided on Subway for a light dinner, and then returned to the bike. We rode up the beach about half a block before getting back off again, and walked down to the shore. We enjoyed the dark beach, not a soul for miles, just us, and the black ocean, waves crashing and the air salty with the spray.
Suddenly, Gym tackled me to the sand! We made out passionately right there! Boots to boots, leather on leather, his bulging muscled arms threatening to crush my slim frame and turn my bones to fragments, lips locked close and wet! Just how I like it! Damn was it hot! I sat up, rock hard and horny as fuck, sand running down my pants. We headed out, racing over the dark highway, back to my apartment.
We stripped to skin, and cuddled close on my bed, naked bodies held close and wrapped in each other's warmth. His broad chest a heavy pillow of tough muscle, his arms mighty and strong, wrapped around me keeping me warm, safe, and close to him. More kissing, light pillow talk...and then...we drifted off to sleep.
Thank you for a beautiful night, handsome!
Play Safe, Dear Reader.
My friend Gym picked me up from the apartment and we headed down to Huntington Beach on his sport bike for dinner. There's nothing like a ride on a motorcycle to put my thoughts in order, and to place things in perspective as I watch the world go by. I took this time to count my blessings, I was on the back of a bike, in riding gear, gripping the body of a hot muscled stud, I write a blog detailing the amazing sexual encounters I have with gorgeous men, I have two awesome jobs that I thoroughly enjoy, I am surrounded by friends and family who love and support me, and I have the power to make many people happy which I utilize as much as possible and as often as possible. Life is awesome!
After wandering a bit we decided on Subway for a light dinner, and then returned to the bike. We rode up the beach about half a block before getting back off again, and walked down to the shore. We enjoyed the dark beach, not a soul for miles, just us, and the black ocean, waves crashing and the air salty with the spray.
Suddenly, Gym tackled me to the sand! We made out passionately right there! Boots to boots, leather on leather, his bulging muscled arms threatening to crush my slim frame and turn my bones to fragments, lips locked close and wet! Just how I like it! Damn was it hot! I sat up, rock hard and horny as fuck, sand running down my pants. We headed out, racing over the dark highway, back to my apartment.
We stripped to skin, and cuddled close on my bed, naked bodies held close and wrapped in each other's warmth. His broad chest a heavy pillow of tough muscle, his arms mighty and strong, wrapped around me keeping me warm, safe, and close to him. More kissing, light pillow talk...and then...we drifted off to sleep.
Thank you for a beautiful night, handsome!
Play Safe, Dear Reader.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Skewered and Spitroasted
Saturday, October 6th, 2012
After spending the day with my puppy, Cockpit, Sir Donny picked me up at the Lakewood mall and we swung by my place to pick up my gear. While there he received word that the sub that he had scheduled to come and be fisted had just flaked, I was slightly disappointed but I assured him that I didn't mind and was more thrilled that I'd be spending time with him.
We returned to his house and shared an intimate shower together in the dark, he washed my body softly, his hands on my member, stroking me gently, his large frame embracing me under the warm waters, the soap rubbed on me by his strong hands. He's so gentle. Then it came to be my turn. I lathered up his beautiful body, his broad chest and neck, all the way down to his legs, his thick cock begging to be sucked dry as it hung there in my face. I took it and kissed it softly, knowing it would be inside of me soon enough. I really enjoy soft and private moments like these where I am in service to upstanding and beautiful expressions of men like Sir Donny. I feel useful, and of value when I hear them say "Good boy" and it's also a way I feel I can give back to them for their generosity towards me.
We dried off and got dressed in our leather, I wore my chaps, jeans, Chippewa engineers, title vest and medallion. Sir Donny went with leather pants, and his brand new knee-high custom leather boots, which after he laced up, he used to step on my body, and have me worship in a wonderful trampling session that I thoroughly enjoyed. Brand new boots and I was the first boy to be walked upon! I'm so lucky! From there, Vance joined us and we set out for dinner.
When we came back, I was ordered to strip down to my chaps and jock, Sir Donny had me first on the bed, his thick, throbbing manhood entered my eager boyhole. He filled me deeply and as he penetrated me, I serviced Vance's beautiful uncut dick. I had always wanted to be skewered and spitroasted and what better pair of men to fuck me at both ends than these two handsome gentlemen? When Sir Donny had me flat on the bed, the feeling of his huge dick deep in my ass was just amazing, fuck me Sir! Make me your bitch! Then he climaxed! Yes! Shoot it!
Sir Donny took himself out of my hole and then it was Vance's turn to bang me. His dick felt just as wonderful, working my ass. He exploded soon after he slid inside of me, since I had been working him over with my lips not a few minutes prior. I was told it was my turn, and Sir Donny grabbed his bike helmet with the shaded visor, being the wonderful dom that he is, he knew that I loved him as my anonymous biker! I stroked myself to exhaustion, gazing up at that helmeted dominant, unable to see inside the dark shield only turned me on more, but I was so overstimulated from being their bitch I couldn't blow my load!
After a few more attempts, I had to accept that I would not be ejaculating then. We cleaned up and I was more than thankful to have been able to give my body to these two outstanding men. Vance headed home and Sir Donny and I redressed in gear and headed up to the Faultline bar in Los Angeles. We were practically the only men in gear there that evening. Sir Donny generously paid my cover and gave me a drink, a strong Adios Motherfucker which got me tipsy instantly. Dan Lovell was dancing (woof), and I was able to flirt and talk with him a bit. I have such a hard on for him, I'd love to ride on the back of his motorcycle and be his biker bitch boy. He also does a great cosplay of Kratos from "God of War", he could make me his Cerberus any day! I'd love to be on his chain leash, being led around the convention in pup gear!
At Sir Donny's suggestion I wandered about the bar, but didn't find many guys to talk to. I did compliment one man on his bleacher jeans, but he wasn't interested in more than a simple "thank you". I broke a $5 and had fun tipping the other dancer, Ryan, who was wearing boxing hand tape, red gym shorts, and who smelled of sweat and his own masculine scent. He boasted a strong, muscled body, and an incredibly hot deep voice! I slipped a dollar in his waistband after introducing myself, and hugging his beautiful body. I then tipped Dan and we headed out soon after Sir Donny and I agreed that we had our fill of the bar. With no one in gear, and Dan working, there wasn't any real reason to stay.
Once back at the house, I stripped naked and slipped into bed with Sir Donny. I held onto his beautiful body and slipped into blissful unconsciousness.
Thank you for the wonderful time, Sir!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
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