January 24th, 2014
I was graced with the opportunity of meeting a lovely friend of Sir Steve's. I met his train and we got to know each other over coffee, he's very handsome and has a pleasant soft voice, so soft I had to strain to hear him a few times. He's very sweet, and we made way over to my place after he confessed his curiosity over bondage and kink in general.
Once inside, he took charge and we spent what felt like ages just kissing. He took his time, romancing them, gentle, romantic kisses, it drove me nuts, withered away resistance, my body relaxing and melting into them. He moved over to my neck and I just fell further into his lips. These were the kisses you ache for on a cold Valentine's Day. The ones that keep you warm at night against the cruel lonely cold.
Eventually I pulled him into the bedroom and showed him my gear closet, had him try on a leather jacket, gauntlet gloves, and muir cap and the look really suits him! Incredibly sexy! I then stripped him bare and bound his hands and feet in my nylon rope and enjoyed his vulnerable body. Giving him a nice taste of bondage as I licked and kissed his flesh. I released him soon after only to bind him again, this time to the restraints on my bed.
I licked, kissed, bit, and savored his beautiful body. I made him moan and sigh in ecstasy, making me even hornier and harder. I then released him and he moved down to my waist, sucking and worshipping my balls as I stroked my manhood. His oral skills are just incredible, he's gentle, sweet, he takes his time working all the good spots. I couldn't hold it back any more and I exploded a nice burst on my chest! He lay next to me and followed suit, working his beautiful manhood until a great stream of cum sprayed on his chest as well.
I cleaned him off and enjoyed the afterglow with him before he took his leave soon after. Still calling me "Sir."
Play Safe Dear Reader
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Good Morning Glove Slave
January 12th, 2014
This morning Sir Steve went to grab our mutual slave, Bernie, from his hotel. His visit was unexpected and abrupt so we had to arrange a morning slavenapping to discreetly snatch him away from his colleagues so we could finally meet him and tear into him. The poor kid has nothing around him, no kink, no leather, lives in the middle of some place that sounds like it's a dry county on Sunday mornings and the sidewalks roll up at 7:30pm just like Mission Viejo or any suburban sprawl in Orange County.
Sir Steve had moved his St. Andrew's cross to the living room and we woke up at 6:00am to get ready. I geared up in my leather and was ready when Sir Steve dragged the boy in. He was cute, eager to serve, slim, slightly timid, but bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Steve helped caffeinate me and wake me up with a stopover at Starbucks, I need energy and focus if I'm going to tear apart a new slave boy, and I had a late night the evening prior.
We fooled around a bit, tied him to the cross, tortured his body for a while, all of which he loved as his moans told us exactly what he was thinking. The boy has an affinity for poppers, that's all fine and good for him, but I can't stand the stuff, the smell is awful and I really don't feel comfortable with idea of inhaling anything or getting high that way. Strong smells are a turn off for me, that's why you won't find me shoving my head into a man's pits. Boots however are a lovely different story for another time.
(Just a word of caution, poppers has its own set of risks and dangers, please research poppers and video head cleaner before you go shoving your nose in a bottle of the stuff. Heart risk and stuff, you know what I'm talking about. Also, check the legal/illegal status of using it.)
The boy went to the bottle at least five or six times when Steve had him in his leather-gloved clutches. I enjoyed watching him tower over Bernie's little frame, grasp him, kiss him, grab, grip, and wrap his arms around him. After Sir Steve was finished, it was my turn, it was fantastic making him moan and squirm, kissing, dominating the dear boy all dizzy from the poppers and even more willing to submit to me.
Then it came time to fuck the slave boy, he always went on about how much he wanted to be spitroasted. One in his maw, one up his ass, and I was only too happy to oblige and make a slave's dream come true. Sir Steve filled his mouth with his huge member and I came up behind him. It felt so good to be balls deep in a young boy's ass again. I really, really enjoyed it, the cage door inside swung open and the dark fox rampaged forth. I raged on his backside, thrusting hard and deep, then as I hit my peak I exploded inside of him with a great howl! Fuck yes! Those are the best orgasms when they bring out that dark beast inside of me.
Sir Steve told me he never saw that animalistic side of me before, and he really loved it, as did Bernie. I can't wait for him to wave that sweet ass in front of me again. I want to rip him to shreds once more!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
This morning Sir Steve went to grab our mutual slave, Bernie, from his hotel. His visit was unexpected and abrupt so we had to arrange a morning slavenapping to discreetly snatch him away from his colleagues so we could finally meet him and tear into him. The poor kid has nothing around him, no kink, no leather, lives in the middle of some place that sounds like it's a dry county on Sunday mornings and the sidewalks roll up at 7:30pm just like Mission Viejo or any suburban sprawl in Orange County.
Sir Steve had moved his St. Andrew's cross to the living room and we woke up at 6:00am to get ready. I geared up in my leather and was ready when Sir Steve dragged the boy in. He was cute, eager to serve, slim, slightly timid, but bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Steve helped caffeinate me and wake me up with a stopover at Starbucks, I need energy and focus if I'm going to tear apart a new slave boy, and I had a late night the evening prior.
We fooled around a bit, tied him to the cross, tortured his body for a while, all of which he loved as his moans told us exactly what he was thinking. The boy has an affinity for poppers, that's all fine and good for him, but I can't stand the stuff, the smell is awful and I really don't feel comfortable with idea of inhaling anything or getting high that way. Strong smells are a turn off for me, that's why you won't find me shoving my head into a man's pits. Boots however are a lovely different story for another time.
(Just a word of caution, poppers has its own set of risks and dangers, please research poppers and video head cleaner before you go shoving your nose in a bottle of the stuff. Heart risk and stuff, you know what I'm talking about. Also, check the legal/illegal status of using it.)
The boy went to the bottle at least five or six times when Steve had him in his leather-gloved clutches. I enjoyed watching him tower over Bernie's little frame, grasp him, kiss him, grab, grip, and wrap his arms around him. After Sir Steve was finished, it was my turn, it was fantastic making him moan and squirm, kissing, dominating the dear boy all dizzy from the poppers and even more willing to submit to me.
Then it came time to fuck the slave boy, he always went on about how much he wanted to be spitroasted. One in his maw, one up his ass, and I was only too happy to oblige and make a slave's dream come true. Sir Steve filled his mouth with his huge member and I came up behind him. It felt so good to be balls deep in a young boy's ass again. I really, really enjoyed it, the cage door inside swung open and the dark fox rampaged forth. I raged on his backside, thrusting hard and deep, then as I hit my peak I exploded inside of him with a great howl! Fuck yes! Those are the best orgasms when they bring out that dark beast inside of me.
Sir Steve told me he never saw that animalistic side of me before, and he really loved it, as did Bernie. I can't wait for him to wave that sweet ass in front of me again. I want to rip him to shreds once more!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Domestic Boy
December 13th, 2013
Tonight I had the self-proclaimed "Little Brown One" over to clean my place, and in his own amused words "do the Mexican maid thing". I busied myself with a game and my leather for later that night, as he got to his work. When he was finished with my living room and bathroom, it was as if I had just moved in! He did such a fantastic job and in his leather harness and jockstrap, as any good chore boy should be wearing during his duties.
We headed out to the Mineshaft bar in leather for their Leather Winter Wonderland event, where I saw a few friends including Dino, I was treated to drinks and jello shots thanks to Dino and my boy. We left fairly early, my head buzzing, enjoying supper at an Artisan Pasta shop that had just opened on 4th street next to the Portfolio Coffee House. A quick stop at the liquor store, and we headed to his house. Inside I was led to the bedroom where I was stripped, my arms strapped to the bed, he slid a rubber on my manhood and rode me like a good boy. I was drunk and loving it, deep kisses, leather harness, hardcore leather porn on the bigscreen behind him, and I was really in the mood. I fucked his sweet ass in several different positions, him on his stomach, flat, grinding my member deep inside of him, feeling like a drunk fox.
I gripped his ass from behind and fucked him all fours like a beast, it all lasted for ages, I loved the soft sweet slide of his lubed ass, and when I finally came to climax it was such a great burst that I let out a howl of satisfaction! Drunk fucking is incredible! I can't wait to pound his sweet hole again, I love my good little chore boy! My kitchen and bedroom need some loving too. He'll be back soon.
Play Safe.
Tonight I had the self-proclaimed "Little Brown One" over to clean my place, and in his own amused words "do the Mexican maid thing". I busied myself with a game and my leather for later that night, as he got to his work. When he was finished with my living room and bathroom, it was as if I had just moved in! He did such a fantastic job and in his leather harness and jockstrap, as any good chore boy should be wearing during his duties.
We headed out to the Mineshaft bar in leather for their Leather Winter Wonderland event, where I saw a few friends including Dino, I was treated to drinks and jello shots thanks to Dino and my boy. We left fairly early, my head buzzing, enjoying supper at an Artisan Pasta shop that had just opened on 4th street next to the Portfolio Coffee House. A quick stop at the liquor store, and we headed to his house. Inside I was led to the bedroom where I was stripped, my arms strapped to the bed, he slid a rubber on my manhood and rode me like a good boy. I was drunk and loving it, deep kisses, leather harness, hardcore leather porn on the bigscreen behind him, and I was really in the mood. I fucked his sweet ass in several different positions, him on his stomach, flat, grinding my member deep inside of him, feeling like a drunk fox.
I gripped his ass from behind and fucked him all fours like a beast, it all lasted for ages, I loved the soft sweet slide of his lubed ass, and when I finally came to climax it was such a great burst that I let out a howl of satisfaction! Drunk fucking is incredible! I can't wait to pound his sweet hole again, I love my good little chore boy! My kitchen and bedroom need some loving too. He'll be back soon.
Play Safe.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
The Leatherman From Abroad
November 30th, 2013
Today I hung out with the incredibly awesome Andras, a young, sweet, sexy man visiting from abroad who came to my event "Wagsgiving", dressed in his leather jacket, and I just had to have him once I spotted him. He arrived and picked me up, and we went for sushi for lunch, got to know each other more in person, followed by coffee and then a trip to the beach for his wanderlust. He was very easy to flirt with along the way, his beautiful face and slightly bashful smile was a fun encouragement.
After the shore visit, we drove up to the apartment he was staying at, and he changed into his leather jacket and gloves, and came into the living room where I was patiently and eagerly awaiting his return on the couch. He sat on my lap, a fiercer more playful man. I liked this side of him! A boy with some bite! WOOF! We rolled around on the couch and floor like two animals, biting and deeply kissing one another. We'd roll one way and he'd top me, leather creaking as he went, then I'd force him back over and I'd dominate, dry humping his crotch. We eventually shed our leather skins and slid on rubbers, sucking and devouring each other's manhood.
We made our way to the bedroom, and I was lubed up, more kissing, more passion, holding, grasping, he slid his member inside of me and fucked me. It was tight, he has a beautiful uncut cock, and it felt incredible. It's rare that I fuck like that, it's when everything seems right that it happens. Sometimes some sooner than others, but I trusted him. He erupted soon after, being so incredibly horny during his visit here. He then jerked me off and I came in my own rubber, imagining him bound and helpless as my little leather biker bitch.
We completed our time together with a sensual shower, along with dinner and amusing conversation concerning his home country's interest in North America's bad television. He's a very sweet guy and I really hope to embrace him tightly, both of us in full leather once again in the very near future.
Place Safe Dear Reader.
Today I hung out with the incredibly awesome Andras, a young, sweet, sexy man visiting from abroad who came to my event "Wagsgiving", dressed in his leather jacket, and I just had to have him once I spotted him. He arrived and picked me up, and we went for sushi for lunch, got to know each other more in person, followed by coffee and then a trip to the beach for his wanderlust. He was very easy to flirt with along the way, his beautiful face and slightly bashful smile was a fun encouragement.
After the shore visit, we drove up to the apartment he was staying at, and he changed into his leather jacket and gloves, and came into the living room where I was patiently and eagerly awaiting his return on the couch. He sat on my lap, a fiercer more playful man. I liked this side of him! A boy with some bite! WOOF! We rolled around on the couch and floor like two animals, biting and deeply kissing one another. We'd roll one way and he'd top me, leather creaking as he went, then I'd force him back over and I'd dominate, dry humping his crotch. We eventually shed our leather skins and slid on rubbers, sucking and devouring each other's manhood.
We made our way to the bedroom, and I was lubed up, more kissing, more passion, holding, grasping, he slid his member inside of me and fucked me. It was tight, he has a beautiful uncut cock, and it felt incredible. It's rare that I fuck like that, it's when everything seems right that it happens. Sometimes some sooner than others, but I trusted him. He erupted soon after, being so incredibly horny during his visit here. He then jerked me off and I came in my own rubber, imagining him bound and helpless as my little leather biker bitch.
We completed our time together with a sensual shower, along with dinner and amusing conversation concerning his home country's interest in North America's bad television. He's a very sweet guy and I really hope to embrace him tightly, both of us in full leather once again in the very near future.
Place Safe Dear Reader.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
An Intimate Visit
November 24th, 2013
Sir Steve had kidnapped me last night after my event "Wagsgiving" which had a fantastic turnout. We headed across the street to grab a late night donut and a hot chocolate with some of the boys, from there he took me back to his apartment and we fell asleep almost the instant we both hit the bed.
The next day, we took a very nice shower together and he then cuddled me close on the bed. My hands were then bound to the restraints on the wall above his bed, and my helpless body molested, stroking me and edging on my manhood. I could do nothing to stop anything he did to me, and damn it was wonderful! He continued to rub me, caress me, stroke me, edging me, until I couldn't hold it back any more and my load shot all across my naked body. At my point of climax, he had come as well!
We lay there together in our afterglow, another wonderful playtime together. I was released from the wall, and we headed back to the showers, a candle was lit and I was washed of my spunk. I love how safe he makes me feel. He looks out for me, and I am very grateful for his bear-like protection.
Thank You Sir.
Play Safe.
Sir Steve had kidnapped me last night after my event "Wagsgiving" which had a fantastic turnout. We headed across the street to grab a late night donut and a hot chocolate with some of the boys, from there he took me back to his apartment and we fell asleep almost the instant we both hit the bed.
The next day, we took a very nice shower together and he then cuddled me close on the bed. My hands were then bound to the restraints on the wall above his bed, and my helpless body molested, stroking me and edging on my manhood. I could do nothing to stop anything he did to me, and damn it was wonderful! He continued to rub me, caress me, stroke me, edging me, until I couldn't hold it back any more and my load shot all across my naked body. At my point of climax, he had come as well!
We lay there together in our afterglow, another wonderful playtime together. I was released from the wall, and we headed back to the showers, a candle was lit and I was washed of my spunk. I love how safe he makes me feel. He looks out for me, and I am very grateful for his bear-like protection.
Thank You Sir.
Play Safe.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
When You Lie Down With Pups
November 22nd, 2013
I headed over to Pup Scout and Pup Sniffer's apartment tonight in my cowboy gear, black cowboy boots, gauntlet leather gloves, Nasty Pig Jeans, and my leather jacket over my studded harness along with my black cowboy hat. We had a light supper and a few shots of vodka with cranberry juice chasers before we headed out via taxi to the Executive Suite for the Tom Dick and Hairy party. I was invited by DJ Easy Tiger, and we were given VIP guest invites. Once inside, we headed upstairs and the place was dense with fog, lasers, and sexy go-go bears.
We danced, drank, and had an awesome time together, the pups in their harnesses and puppy hoods garnered some fun attention. Around 1:30am or 2:00am, I wasn't sure, we headed back to their place and I'm certain we were the most interesting fare for that cabbie that evening. We piled into bed together after getting out of most of our gear, and I found myself snuggled between two very sexy puppies. I passed out soon after my head hit the pillow and my arms grasped the pups on either side of me.
In the morning I was granted the pleasure of lots of kissing, groping, and moaning with two very horny puppies, insisting on working my manhood and getting me closer and closer to orgasm. I wanted it, groggy and disoriented and awash in ecstasy. I finally blew my load all over my stomach in a wonderful climax, fuck yes! Good puppy! I was then wiped down, and we soon fell back asleep, my horny little pups and me. This was going to be a wonderful weekend!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Breaking in a Bondage Boy
October 25th, 2013
I had boy Raze come over at around 7:00pm and we headed out for dinner at a local sushi restaurant. The boy likes to treat and serve and I was only too happy to accept it. Before leaving I grabbed my leather jacket and stopped to look inside my closet, I saw the black cowboy hat that my good friend JT had given me when he came for his visit to cover me in pie and cake. I hadn't worn it in a while, and when I put it back on my head I felt the same wonderful little boost in confidence that a good leather outfit gave me. Donning my black cowboy boots, I headed out with the boy. It felt great to walk the streets in western wear again, all I needed was a pair of chaps over my jeans and black gauntlet gloves with fringe to really complete the look.
Dinner was wonderful, as any sushi dinner will be with a cute boy and good food. Arriving back at the apartment I cracked open a can of peach flavored Four Loko that I had been saving for the weekend, I heard of it, saw it in stores and was interested in getting good and tipsy tonight...but it was awful. Definitely not for me, but I forced myself to finish it, no sense in letting booze go to waste. We hung around the apartment goofing off until we started to fool around.
I stripped him to his boxers and took my time in tying him up. It was his first bondage scene and I walked him through it, slowly tied his hands together, and then his feet. He was really getting into this, as was I! I had a cute, eager-to-please boy with a succulent muscled body helplessly tied up and blindfolded on my bed, loving every moment of it. I took down his boxers and lubed up his hole, his perky ass was just begging for it, I fingered him a bit to loosen things up first and damn was he tight!
Soon the condom was slid on, lubed up, and I slid inside his tight little hole. I let him become accustom to me first before moving in and out gently, making gentle love to his super tight ass. Then I felt the fire rising, my willpower slipping away, being flooded by my primal desire. I fucked him, then harder, then harder, he wanted to moan loud for me, so I responded by slapping my hand over his mouth and then giving him a damn good reason to scream! His moans and screams of ecstasy pushed me over the edge and I shot my load inside him with a great snarl! Fuck yes!
We cleaned up soon after, sharing a very intimate shower, and I had a beautiful muscled boy to hold all night long. I'm so grateful to be able to play with boys like these!
Play Safe, and get tested regularly Dear Reader.
I had boy Raze come over at around 7:00pm and we headed out for dinner at a local sushi restaurant. The boy likes to treat and serve and I was only too happy to accept it. Before leaving I grabbed my leather jacket and stopped to look inside my closet, I saw the black cowboy hat that my good friend JT had given me when he came for his visit to cover me in pie and cake. I hadn't worn it in a while, and when I put it back on my head I felt the same wonderful little boost in confidence that a good leather outfit gave me. Donning my black cowboy boots, I headed out with the boy. It felt great to walk the streets in western wear again, all I needed was a pair of chaps over my jeans and black gauntlet gloves with fringe to really complete the look.
Dinner was wonderful, as any sushi dinner will be with a cute boy and good food. Arriving back at the apartment I cracked open a can of peach flavored Four Loko that I had been saving for the weekend, I heard of it, saw it in stores and was interested in getting good and tipsy tonight...but it was awful. Definitely not for me, but I forced myself to finish it, no sense in letting booze go to waste. We hung around the apartment goofing off until we started to fool around.
I stripped him to his boxers and took my time in tying him up. It was his first bondage scene and I walked him through it, slowly tied his hands together, and then his feet. He was really getting into this, as was I! I had a cute, eager-to-please boy with a succulent muscled body helplessly tied up and blindfolded on my bed, loving every moment of it. I took down his boxers and lubed up his hole, his perky ass was just begging for it, I fingered him a bit to loosen things up first and damn was he tight!
Soon the condom was slid on, lubed up, and I slid inside his tight little hole. I let him become accustom to me first before moving in and out gently, making gentle love to his super tight ass. Then I felt the fire rising, my willpower slipping away, being flooded by my primal desire. I fucked him, then harder, then harder, he wanted to moan loud for me, so I responded by slapping my hand over his mouth and then giving him a damn good reason to scream! His moans and screams of ecstasy pushed me over the edge and I shot my load inside him with a great snarl! Fuck yes!
We cleaned up soon after, sharing a very intimate shower, and I had a beautiful muscled boy to hold all night long. I'm so grateful to be able to play with boys like these!
Play Safe, and get tested regularly Dear Reader.
Friday, November 8, 2013
Leash Time at the L.A. Eagle
October 11th, 2013
Tonight Cockpit and I went up to the L.A. Eagle for some much needed leash time at BLUF night. It's been ages since I had him in puppy mode and he's been aching for leash time as we call it for a long time now. For him, puppy play is a nonsexual escape. He puts his mitts on, his puppy pants with the knee guards and tail belt, I lock on his collar and his mitts, and then the final piece is the donning of his puppy hood that sends him into pup space. Away from being human, away from his worries, stresses, obligations, responsibilities, it sends him to that safe place of respite for a while. A dog's life. On all fours, wagging his tail, being Cockpit the dog.
Once inside the bar, I put Cockpit into gear and pupspace and we met up with Nikolai and his friend Raze, an adorable young man, slender, and delicious. They wore matching leather harnesses, and he was incredibly polite, consistently addressing me as Sir, and taking a very submissive role towards me. I met up with friends Marc, his date Michael, the only other leather man to arrive at my event the other month and to promise me some leather gloves in the mail. I met up with the tall, handsome Gerald, a man who's deep, gentle, masculine voice is like sweet, dark chocolate to my ears. I also was very happy to meet a man from Recon who showed up in a sexy bomber pilot jacket, I wanted him immediately. Sweet, sexy, and pulling off the leather so well I wanted to do anything to please him. I have to have him.
The night went amusingly, great talk with friends including a fun little idea to do a leather lunch at Camp Pendleton to look at all the hotties in uniform, and of course whenever I have Cockpit on leash he's a major draw for attention. People love to come up to us and ask if they can pet them, and I'm more than happy to allow them since they were respectful to ask first. Even the ladies like to say hello, one in particular, Jerri, came over and asked as well. She said she felt out of place and unwelcome, which is unfortunate, as she was being very respectful. She knew she was in a gay bar, and was keeping with her friends, not disturbing the other patrons which I appreciate.
Among the passerby to greet Cockpit was a man in a red shirt. He said hello, pet Cockpit, and then excused himself away. I didn't think anything of it, but then Cockpit wanted to go off leash, I allowed him to do so and a few minutes later couldn't see him. I looked around and finally spotted him cuddling against the legs of Red Shirt, the poor guy had broke down crying, letting out whatever was holed up in him. Red Shirt apparently had some demons to face, and seeing Cockpit in a positive form of submission put him in a new space and helped the guy work through some of it. Cockpit wouldn't leave his side until Red Shirt walked him back over. He was so grateful he insisted he buy us drinks. I really hope we get to see Red Shirt again, he's a nice guy, and very cuddly. I'm very proud of my dog. Even in pup space he's looking out for other people, and he's a total inspiration to me.
After last call we headed out and I took Cockpit out of pup space before the ride home, ending the night in the bed of his former roommate, a straight, hot, police officer.
I love ya pup!
Play Safe Dear Reader
Tonight Cockpit and I went up to the L.A. Eagle for some much needed leash time at BLUF night. It's been ages since I had him in puppy mode and he's been aching for leash time as we call it for a long time now. For him, puppy play is a nonsexual escape. He puts his mitts on, his puppy pants with the knee guards and tail belt, I lock on his collar and his mitts, and then the final piece is the donning of his puppy hood that sends him into pup space. Away from being human, away from his worries, stresses, obligations, responsibilities, it sends him to that safe place of respite for a while. A dog's life. On all fours, wagging his tail, being Cockpit the dog.
Once inside the bar, I put Cockpit into gear and pupspace and we met up with Nikolai and his friend Raze, an adorable young man, slender, and delicious. They wore matching leather harnesses, and he was incredibly polite, consistently addressing me as Sir, and taking a very submissive role towards me. I met up with friends Marc, his date Michael, the only other leather man to arrive at my event the other month and to promise me some leather gloves in the mail. I met up with the tall, handsome Gerald, a man who's deep, gentle, masculine voice is like sweet, dark chocolate to my ears. I also was very happy to meet a man from Recon who showed up in a sexy bomber pilot jacket, I wanted him immediately. Sweet, sexy, and pulling off the leather so well I wanted to do anything to please him. I have to have him.
The night went amusingly, great talk with friends including a fun little idea to do a leather lunch at Camp Pendleton to look at all the hotties in uniform, and of course whenever I have Cockpit on leash he's a major draw for attention. People love to come up to us and ask if they can pet them, and I'm more than happy to allow them since they were respectful to ask first. Even the ladies like to say hello, one in particular, Jerri, came over and asked as well. She said she felt out of place and unwelcome, which is unfortunate, as she was being very respectful. She knew she was in a gay bar, and was keeping with her friends, not disturbing the other patrons which I appreciate.
Among the passerby to greet Cockpit was a man in a red shirt. He said hello, pet Cockpit, and then excused himself away. I didn't think anything of it, but then Cockpit wanted to go off leash, I allowed him to do so and a few minutes later couldn't see him. I looked around and finally spotted him cuddling against the legs of Red Shirt, the poor guy had broke down crying, letting out whatever was holed up in him. Red Shirt apparently had some demons to face, and seeing Cockpit in a positive form of submission put him in a new space and helped the guy work through some of it. Cockpit wouldn't leave his side until Red Shirt walked him back over. He was so grateful he insisted he buy us drinks. I really hope we get to see Red Shirt again, he's a nice guy, and very cuddly. I'm very proud of my dog. Even in pup space he's looking out for other people, and he's a total inspiration to me.
After last call we headed out and I took Cockpit out of pup space before the ride home, ending the night in the bed of his former roommate, a straight, hot, police officer.
I love ya pup!
Play Safe Dear Reader
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Welcome Back, Sir
October 10th, 2013
This afternoon Sir John came by. I greeted him at the door with a kiss and an embrace. I missed him a lot, I missed that submissive feeling that rises in my body when I see him. Upstairs we kissed longer, I fell deeper. He tied my hands behind my back, blindfolded me, and deeply kissed me, he forced me to my knees and had me suck and lick his balls. He moved to the chair and released me from my blindfold and bindings, I held him, deepening his domination of me.
I was ordered to clear off the bed, and was then stripped of my clothes, my wrists were then tied to my ankles, and I found myself face down on the bed. My ass was rimmed, it felt wonderful! My hole was then slathered with lubricant, it was time. Sliding on a condom, he entered me, sliding deep inside me hole. It's felt like ages since I was fucked, and it felt wonderful to have a strong man fuck me again! I lasted as long as my knees would allow, I was then turned onto my side and fucked sideways. That felt great, spooning sex! His tall body behind me, embracing me as he thrust into me! I was then flipped on my back, and was gifted the privilege of looking into the eyes of the man slamming my hole, kissing me as he screwed me.
I was untied then put on my stomach, my hands tied behind my back, gagged twice because I'm a noisy bottom, my legs restrained to the mattress straps, he ravaged and pounded my aching boy hole. He finally decided he had enough and pulled out, he jerked his massive dick and came in a warm creamy spray on my back. Freed from my bindings, I held him close, and we talked in the afterglow. When I started stroking my meat, he started telling me of all the dirty things he wanted to do to me, including collaring me for a whole weekend and team-fucking me with one or more doms! I shot a great load from that one, and I do enjoy the idea of being passed from one top to the next, all guys I know so the sex is safe and meaningful.
I missed you, Daddy! I love being your fucktoy!
Play Safe Dear Reader
This afternoon Sir John came by. I greeted him at the door with a kiss and an embrace. I missed him a lot, I missed that submissive feeling that rises in my body when I see him. Upstairs we kissed longer, I fell deeper. He tied my hands behind my back, blindfolded me, and deeply kissed me, he forced me to my knees and had me suck and lick his balls. He moved to the chair and released me from my blindfold and bindings, I held him, deepening his domination of me.
I was ordered to clear off the bed, and was then stripped of my clothes, my wrists were then tied to my ankles, and I found myself face down on the bed. My ass was rimmed, it felt wonderful! My hole was then slathered with lubricant, it was time. Sliding on a condom, he entered me, sliding deep inside me hole. It's felt like ages since I was fucked, and it felt wonderful to have a strong man fuck me again! I lasted as long as my knees would allow, I was then turned onto my side and fucked sideways. That felt great, spooning sex! His tall body behind me, embracing me as he thrust into me! I was then flipped on my back, and was gifted the privilege of looking into the eyes of the man slamming my hole, kissing me as he screwed me.
I was untied then put on my stomach, my hands tied behind my back, gagged twice because I'm a noisy bottom, my legs restrained to the mattress straps, he ravaged and pounded my aching boy hole. He finally decided he had enough and pulled out, he jerked his massive dick and came in a warm creamy spray on my back. Freed from my bindings, I held him close, and we talked in the afterglow. When I started stroking my meat, he started telling me of all the dirty things he wanted to do to me, including collaring me for a whole weekend and team-fucking me with one or more doms! I shot a great load from that one, and I do enjoy the idea of being passed from one top to the next, all guys I know so the sex is safe and meaningful.
I missed you, Daddy! I love being your fucktoy!
Play Safe Dear Reader
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Folsom Weekend 2013: Day 3
September 29th, 2013
I woke up and dressed in my leather gear, headed downstairs with the pack, Brue, Wolf, and Cockpit and had a very pleasant breakfast. Walked out of the hotel with two pups in puppy hoods and on leash, those that stared did, and those that didn't smiled and knew exactly what was going on. People's reactions are a source of great entertainment.
Our group broke in half, Wolf and Brue to Mr. S and Cockpit and myself to the festival. Cockpit and I hurried to the SF K-9 Unit booth to make the annual noon howl, and then I hurried over to the main stage to be announced with the other current titleholders. I was the first one to arrive, and gradually the others made it. I met up with Jason Williams from IML, and made new friends including a deliciously cute Tennessee titleholder, Boy River. His accent, his adorable face, his petite frame, I couldn't get enough of him! I just had to kiss him and man did he taste sweet!
After our stage time I took Boy River, a pup and a rubber titleholder over to the K9 Unit booth to introduce them to the puppies and Cockpit, but unfortunately he was out on walkies with Brue. The titleholders wandered off after a while and I waited for Cockpit to return, until Hunter from the other night came up and offered me a drink. I had already waited a while for Cockpit and I was sure he was busy so I went with Hunter who generously bought me a margarita, introduced me to his hot friends, and we headed over to Stomper's Boots where I sat down and built a pair of custom boots with one of the clerks there.
It turns out it was around $900.00 for the pair I built, definitely an investment for a pair of custom boots. I headed into the back yard for the boot party where I met up with Steve Ganzell, Luna, Hank, and Robert, and I finally was able to meet the drop-dead handsome and gentlemanly Chazz Leatherman. I had talked to him at length over Facebook, and drooled over his pictures. Meeting him in person, well it was hard not to hump his leg right then and there. Dark hair, dark eyes, scruff, a gentlemanly attitude and personality, heavy into leather and he wears it insanely well, he's my kind of guy. A living fantasy boyfriend, the only thing that would put me over the edge is if he rode up on a motorcycle, told me to get on, and then say we're headed to Best Buy to pick up some new video game titles.
Cockpit then made his appearance, the two got to talking, and we headed out back to the hotel. I was still tipsy from the one margarita, on an empty stomach since breakfast even the weakest margarita will make me a drunken fool. After a much needed shower, and dinner at Tokyo Express, Cockpit Wolf and I met up with an old friend of Cockpit's at Denny's. The two seemed to really be hitting it off and enjoying each other, so I took Wolf's lead and let them be on their own.
After packing to run to the airport in the morning, and a pleasant bath, I started getting ready for bed. I was wondering if I'd have the chance to see Pup Alex one more time. His sweet face, his beautiful body, the pup was on my fantasy list, and my imagination is a very big place. Then as I was writing my diary entry, he walked in, and I wouldn't allow him to sleep anywhere else but in my arms.
Thank you, Cockpit, for yet another wonderful trip!
Play Safe Dear Reader
I woke up and dressed in my leather gear, headed downstairs with the pack, Brue, Wolf, and Cockpit and had a very pleasant breakfast. Walked out of the hotel with two pups in puppy hoods and on leash, those that stared did, and those that didn't smiled and knew exactly what was going on. People's reactions are a source of great entertainment.
Our group broke in half, Wolf and Brue to Mr. S and Cockpit and myself to the festival. Cockpit and I hurried to the SF K-9 Unit booth to make the annual noon howl, and then I hurried over to the main stage to be announced with the other current titleholders. I was the first one to arrive, and gradually the others made it. I met up with Jason Williams from IML, and made new friends including a deliciously cute Tennessee titleholder, Boy River. His accent, his adorable face, his petite frame, I couldn't get enough of him! I just had to kiss him and man did he taste sweet!
After our stage time I took Boy River, a pup and a rubber titleholder over to the K9 Unit booth to introduce them to the puppies and Cockpit, but unfortunately he was out on walkies with Brue. The titleholders wandered off after a while and I waited for Cockpit to return, until Hunter from the other night came up and offered me a drink. I had already waited a while for Cockpit and I was sure he was busy so I went with Hunter who generously bought me a margarita, introduced me to his hot friends, and we headed over to Stomper's Boots where I sat down and built a pair of custom boots with one of the clerks there.
It turns out it was around $900.00 for the pair I built, definitely an investment for a pair of custom boots. I headed into the back yard for the boot party where I met up with Steve Ganzell, Luna, Hank, and Robert, and I finally was able to meet the drop-dead handsome and gentlemanly Chazz Leatherman. I had talked to him at length over Facebook, and drooled over his pictures. Meeting him in person, well it was hard not to hump his leg right then and there. Dark hair, dark eyes, scruff, a gentlemanly attitude and personality, heavy into leather and he wears it insanely well, he's my kind of guy. A living fantasy boyfriend, the only thing that would put me over the edge is if he rode up on a motorcycle, told me to get on, and then say we're headed to Best Buy to pick up some new video game titles.
Cockpit then made his appearance, the two got to talking, and we headed out back to the hotel. I was still tipsy from the one margarita, on an empty stomach since breakfast even the weakest margarita will make me a drunken fool. After a much needed shower, and dinner at Tokyo Express, Cockpit Wolf and I met up with an old friend of Cockpit's at Denny's. The two seemed to really be hitting it off and enjoying each other, so I took Wolf's lead and let them be on their own.
After packing to run to the airport in the morning, and a pleasant bath, I started getting ready for bed. I was wondering if I'd have the chance to see Pup Alex one more time. His sweet face, his beautiful body, the pup was on my fantasy list, and my imagination is a very big place. Then as I was writing my diary entry, he walked in, and I wouldn't allow him to sleep anywhere else but in my arms.
Thank you, Cockpit, for yet another wonderful trip!
Play Safe Dear Reader
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