January 28th, 2014
This afternoon The Little Brown One proposed to stop over for an hour of fun. Now, usually I never do this, as "quickies" tend to leave me feeling cheap and used, as the men who propose them don't stay to bask in the afterglow and simply jump back in their pants and head for the door, and I'm just a means to an end. However when it's with a trusted friend, and loyal boy, offering his body to me for a round of fun, it's different on a personal and emotional level.
I was extremely horny, I put on my chaps, harness, cowboy boots all under a shirt and sweatpants in order to meet him at the gate. Once inside my apartment I blindfolded him, donned my muir cap after removing my shirt and sweats, and then took his blindfold off and made him service his Sir's balls. If it was going to be a quick visit, I wanted him to love it all.
I pulled him up and stripped him, then shoved him on the bed, tied him down spread eagle after more kissing and nipping at his body before lubing up his hole, sliding on a rubber, and entering him. Finally I was fucking in my chaps, I don't know why it took me so long, but it didn't matter, all that mattered at this moment was that I was inside my happy little chore boy, who was so eager to ride his Sir's cock.
I had been so horny all day, waiting and stroking all day long, that once I thrust into him I felt my climax just three slams away. I did my very best to prolong it, but when the beast within orders you to cum, you ask how hard. I snarled in his ear, "Look what you did boy! You made me so horny I'm cumming already!" as I erupted in his hole, but I kept thrusting, I wasn't going to just let that be the end of it, fuck no, I had my loyal chore boy here to slam a bit! I was going to enjoy myself!
When I did end the fun, we cleaned up quickly and he headed out on his way. I'm so happy to have a man willing to be my little fuckoy AND man servant to clean my home. What a good Little Brown One he is.
Play Safe Dear Reader
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Monday, March 31, 2014
A Hard Pound Before Dinner
January 27th, 2014
This afternoon I spent with Sir John, finally! After many weeks I got to see him again. He arrived with a small gear bag and I greeted him in my bulldog harness and a red jockstrap under my clothes, as I know he loves boys in jocks. We entered my apartment and kissed our hellos, good and deep. He placed his collar around my neck and started things off with tying my hands behind me and securing the rope around my chest. More gentle kissing, and I was blindfolded, led to the bed, pushed on top of it, and molested to my delight.
He kissed me, teased my hole with his manhood, and made me thankful to be his boy toy. He lubed up my hole with boy butter and slid a condom on his long, sexy member. He slid inside of me and it felt incredible, I missed the ease of which he would enter me, and his length. He fucked me gently at first, warming up my hole and then he gagged me with a knotted hanky. That's when he turned up his heat, he ravaged me, went deep inside of me, pounding it with no hesitation, making it burn, I screamed into the gag, loving it, hating it, begging for it all at the same time. He eventually ceased his punishing slams to give my hole much needed mercy.
He flipped me on my back after releasing my hands, taking away the gag, and giving my sight back. He slid a condom on my own cock and lubed me up, as well as his own hole. It was my turn now! He sat on me easily, and it felt so great to be fucking him. I love to be inside him, I had him lay on his back so I could see his face as I fucked him, it's much more enjoyable that way. Especially when I lean down and kiss the man who ravages my hole so well as I pound his with my own manhood. I lay on top of him, holding him tightly as I thrust inside, listening to our grunts, I exploded in ecstasy as I climaxed.
After the afterglow, we cleaned up, put the bedroom back in order, and went out for a wonderful supper together. I miss the feeling of his collar already. It feels natural to me.
Thank you Sir, love you!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
This afternoon I spent with Sir John, finally! After many weeks I got to see him again. He arrived with a small gear bag and I greeted him in my bulldog harness and a red jockstrap under my clothes, as I know he loves boys in jocks. We entered my apartment and kissed our hellos, good and deep. He placed his collar around my neck and started things off with tying my hands behind me and securing the rope around my chest. More gentle kissing, and I was blindfolded, led to the bed, pushed on top of it, and molested to my delight.
He kissed me, teased my hole with his manhood, and made me thankful to be his boy toy. He lubed up my hole with boy butter and slid a condom on his long, sexy member. He slid inside of me and it felt incredible, I missed the ease of which he would enter me, and his length. He fucked me gently at first, warming up my hole and then he gagged me with a knotted hanky. That's when he turned up his heat, he ravaged me, went deep inside of me, pounding it with no hesitation, making it burn, I screamed into the gag, loving it, hating it, begging for it all at the same time. He eventually ceased his punishing slams to give my hole much needed mercy.
He flipped me on my back after releasing my hands, taking away the gag, and giving my sight back. He slid a condom on my own cock and lubed me up, as well as his own hole. It was my turn now! He sat on me easily, and it felt so great to be fucking him. I love to be inside him, I had him lay on his back so I could see his face as I fucked him, it's much more enjoyable that way. Especially when I lean down and kiss the man who ravages my hole so well as I pound his with my own manhood. I lay on top of him, holding him tightly as I thrust inside, listening to our grunts, I exploded in ecstasy as I climaxed.
After the afterglow, we cleaned up, put the bedroom back in order, and went out for a wonderful supper together. I miss the feeling of his collar already. It feels natural to me.
Thank you Sir, love you!
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
My Experience as a Cash Master
I've been meaning to make a blog post about this for a while now, as it's a fascinating and enjoyable kink. The subject of play is Cash Play, or Financial Domination.
The name tells you pretty much what the kink is, as a top in this play I consensually dominate a submissive's finances. The submissive person in these scenes get sexual or nonsexual gratification in submitting to a dominant in many ways via financial play. These can include but are not limited to: cash tributes, material or intangible gifts, giving experiences such as dinners or vacations, paying bills on the dominant's behalf, and so on. This can be as mild as a small cash tribute/gift of a few dollars, or as extreme, as I've observed and even been invited into, controlling a submissive's entire income, such as paychecks, bank accounts, and even 401Ks.
The flexibility of this fetish is that you can do this online as well as offline, I desire more offline play myself, as it's more palpable and personal, however I do enjoy playing via skype chat sessions and yahoo chats with subs that are eager to submit and have a good head on their shoulders (more on that in a moment).
The eroticism for me is in the play itself, a submissive man with his wallet in his mouth, and eager to please me as his Master, Boss, or Sir. Walking with him close behind or by my side, putting things at my direction in the shopping cart without hesitation, and a smile on his face. It's the power play that is more fun than the items being purchased, however those are a wonderful and greatly appreciated benefit of the play, of which I am always grateful for.
I was introduced to financial domination by a man I had an online domination relationship with for a good few years. We had talked for ages, and he kept mentioning he wanted to see me in a leather executioner's hood, leather gloves, and to have me "hold his slave life in my hands" (figuratively mind you, this is fantasy play, I'm not about to grab a battle axe and go dark ages on his neck). We discussed the gear more, and he said he wanted to tribute them to me. He kept mentioning it, and so I agreed to accept his "leather tribute" to me. I picked out the hood on the Mr. S website, and the gloves I wanted and sent him the links to both so he could buy them for me and send them my way. A week went by, a month, and he went dead silent. Dropped off the face of the earth. No response to messages, texts, or voicemails. After years of hot erotic chat, when it came time to pay the piper this guy ran for the hills. I was greatly disappointed in him, not only did I genuinely want to play with him, but I thought he actually meant what he said and I was ready to do everything we talked about, I wanted to make all of his sexy dreams come true.
Well, the thought stayed in my head, what is tributing? What is this kind of play called? I asked around on Fetlife and a dominatrix friend of mine explained that this kink was "like the golden goose". I agreed, a submissive that gets sexual gratification by giving money? What an ideal play session! Of course I was going to take this as seriously as I took my other play, there are limits, there are laws, I was going to be respectful at all times.
So I looked around for a place to find guys into this, and I came across a few websites, however a lot of them were very poorly put together, many if not all of them in different countries, and run by men who had absolutely no idea of how to design a web page. Even further disappointing and disgusting is the behavior of a lot of the "masters" that populate these sites. Now I understand that a good amount of men are turned on by being talked down to, verbally abused, however the kind of attitude that permeated these sites is questionable and strongly homophobic. It doesn't feel like it's for play, but real hate, real abuse, and real mistreatment, which disappoints me greatly. I fear they have no clue of the kind of damage they can do to another person, and I feel that they wouldn't care even if they did. These "masters" probably heard "hey you can get free stuff from these guys if you talk shit to them" and they ran to sign up, not thinking of the real-world consequences, but then that's my observation, and it's also the submissive's responsibility to say "No, you're an asshole, I don't want to play with you."
It got so bad at one point I once had to bail out a boy because he let his guard down. Unbeknownst to him, a guy was recording him on their video chat, on which he mentioned his name, where he lived, and other sensitive information. The guy then used this video to try and extort money out of him, around the tune of five thousand dollars. When the boy refused, the monster then put the video on various websites, and I went and had them removed immediately. The boy then left the cash play websites and swore it off forever.
My experience with the submissives on these various websites has been very scarce, many would claim to want to play, but then when presented with the clear opportunity to play with me, they would vanish into thin air. I also have been offered entire livelihoods like paycheck domination, remote computer access, and even paypal account control, right off the bat. I refused these, as it's not only not my style of domination nor my desire, it's also suspicious. I've refused others as well, men who were on disability, starving students, cheating husbands (one man had a wife and kids, I couldn't in any corner of my heart take money from a family, period) and cash draining addicts. The addicts are sad, as they beg, beg, and beg to be drained, to be destitute, it's tragic to watch, and you can even see their behavior follow a formula, as anything is never enough. Even going so far as wanting to be driven into horrifying debt.
However not all of them are so terrible or desperate, and I have experienced a nice share of good, well-behaved boys and slaves. The majority of the subs have been online, and the ones that didn't run away and vanish into the shadows have been quite pleasant. Many have told me they found me a shocking difference to the majority of the dominants that populate the websites. "Wow, you're so nice!" Well of course, I actually do care about you, boy. I enjoy building up a rapport with them, making them feel at ease, and we trade lovely erotic chats back and forth as we play.
One boy I was fortunate enough to meet in person, which is exceedingly rare, as a result of the entirety of these cash play websites are all over in Europe, their demographic is usually on the other side of the globe as well, in addition to the flakiness and unreliability of many submissives. We met and got to know each other at a local bar, then he took me for lunch, and afterward we went to the grocery store for a few items, and he was only happy to pick up the bill. It was my first real time cash play experience, and I was able to gain ideas for our next session together, and for future cash boys as well.
One cash piggy in particular whom I thoroughly enjoy playing with has offered a number of times to fly me over to France to meet him in person. The only reason I've not already accepted is my apprehensions on the situation. I've never been abroad before (plus I really need to look into getting a passport to begin with), and flying to an entirely different country where I only know one person is a bit frightening, especially when I can only speak English and have no comprehension of local culture practice and so on.
Now I have received flak from some people, and one of them was actually a man I had known for quite a while. He was livid, exploding at me, telling me I "was misusing my title", and was acting shamefully, then refused to talk to me further or even hear my response. Some even called me a prostitute. Well one, I would never, and have never "used my title" for anything. As a titleholder it's just a title, a contest I won, it doesn't give me any shiney privileges, permissions, or superpowers. The only two times it's ever done anything for me physically was when a bouncer saw my medallion, and invited me into the bar cover-free and ahead of the line. I was grateful and accepted, but not once did I ask for something using it as a ticket or a pass. I hear about ego-inflated titleholders using the line "don't you know who I am!?" If you have to ask, I really don't give a shit, and probably never will. You're an asshole. End of story.
The next part is about prostitution:
"Prostitution is the business or practice of engaging in sexual relations, in exchange for payment."
"sexual relations: sexual intercourse; coitus."
I'm not charging guys money or gifts for sex, nor would I. If you ask my price (and guys have in the past), you can't afford me, nor ever will. I don't have sex for money, it's illegal and unattractive. This is a fetish and a kink, not a business.
With all that said, I do have my fantasies about this fetish, and would like to end on an erotic note.
One such fantasy is having a very eager cash boy rent a limousine for the two of us for an evening. I'm in full leather, boot to muir cap. He opens my door, dressed in a nice suit and tie. He treats me to a fine dinner, and a drink or two at a leather bar, the entire time referring to me as "Boss" and "Sir". When we're ready to leave, he has us driven back to his place where we head inside and he submits to me, stripping down to his harness and jockstrap, I collar him and pull his leash down so he may lick my boots. I seat myself on his sofa and enjoy him worshipping my boot leather. He discreetly tucks in dollar bills into my boots as he licks them toe-tip to shaft. I pull him into the bedroom where a nice new pair of gauntlet gloves await me. I slip them on and use them to cover his mouth and face, he melts into deeper submission as he takes the aroma of new leather deep into his nostrils and I enjoy his vulnerable, sexy body. Things escalate from there and the evening rolls on, and on. Then, the next morning I awake to a very happy boy in my arms, and talk of what to do about breakfast and the good times we had last night.
I hope you've enjoyed this lengthy post, and if you are interested in financial domination I hope you, like every kink and fetish out there, choose to explore it safely. There are a lot of people out there who do not practice it safely or respectfully, and you can seriously get into a lot of trouble.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
The name tells you pretty much what the kink is, as a top in this play I consensually dominate a submissive's finances. The submissive person in these scenes get sexual or nonsexual gratification in submitting to a dominant in many ways via financial play. These can include but are not limited to: cash tributes, material or intangible gifts, giving experiences such as dinners or vacations, paying bills on the dominant's behalf, and so on. This can be as mild as a small cash tribute/gift of a few dollars, or as extreme, as I've observed and even been invited into, controlling a submissive's entire income, such as paychecks, bank accounts, and even 401Ks.
The flexibility of this fetish is that you can do this online as well as offline, I desire more offline play myself, as it's more palpable and personal, however I do enjoy playing via skype chat sessions and yahoo chats with subs that are eager to submit and have a good head on their shoulders (more on that in a moment).
The eroticism for me is in the play itself, a submissive man with his wallet in his mouth, and eager to please me as his Master, Boss, or Sir. Walking with him close behind or by my side, putting things at my direction in the shopping cart without hesitation, and a smile on his face. It's the power play that is more fun than the items being purchased, however those are a wonderful and greatly appreciated benefit of the play, of which I am always grateful for.
I was introduced to financial domination by a man I had an online domination relationship with for a good few years. We had talked for ages, and he kept mentioning he wanted to see me in a leather executioner's hood, leather gloves, and to have me "hold his slave life in my hands" (figuratively mind you, this is fantasy play, I'm not about to grab a battle axe and go dark ages on his neck). We discussed the gear more, and he said he wanted to tribute them to me. He kept mentioning it, and so I agreed to accept his "leather tribute" to me. I picked out the hood on the Mr. S website, and the gloves I wanted and sent him the links to both so he could buy them for me and send them my way. A week went by, a month, and he went dead silent. Dropped off the face of the earth. No response to messages, texts, or voicemails. After years of hot erotic chat, when it came time to pay the piper this guy ran for the hills. I was greatly disappointed in him, not only did I genuinely want to play with him, but I thought he actually meant what he said and I was ready to do everything we talked about, I wanted to make all of his sexy dreams come true.
Well, the thought stayed in my head, what is tributing? What is this kind of play called? I asked around on Fetlife and a dominatrix friend of mine explained that this kink was "like the golden goose". I agreed, a submissive that gets sexual gratification by giving money? What an ideal play session! Of course I was going to take this as seriously as I took my other play, there are limits, there are laws, I was going to be respectful at all times.
So I looked around for a place to find guys into this, and I came across a few websites, however a lot of them were very poorly put together, many if not all of them in different countries, and run by men who had absolutely no idea of how to design a web page. Even further disappointing and disgusting is the behavior of a lot of the "masters" that populate these sites. Now I understand that a good amount of men are turned on by being talked down to, verbally abused, however the kind of attitude that permeated these sites is questionable and strongly homophobic. It doesn't feel like it's for play, but real hate, real abuse, and real mistreatment, which disappoints me greatly. I fear they have no clue of the kind of damage they can do to another person, and I feel that they wouldn't care even if they did. These "masters" probably heard "hey you can get free stuff from these guys if you talk shit to them" and they ran to sign up, not thinking of the real-world consequences, but then that's my observation, and it's also the submissive's responsibility to say "No, you're an asshole, I don't want to play with you."
It got so bad at one point I once had to bail out a boy because he let his guard down. Unbeknownst to him, a guy was recording him on their video chat, on which he mentioned his name, where he lived, and other sensitive information. The guy then used this video to try and extort money out of him, around the tune of five thousand dollars. When the boy refused, the monster then put the video on various websites, and I went and had them removed immediately. The boy then left the cash play websites and swore it off forever.
My experience with the submissives on these various websites has been very scarce, many would claim to want to play, but then when presented with the clear opportunity to play with me, they would vanish into thin air. I also have been offered entire livelihoods like paycheck domination, remote computer access, and even paypal account control, right off the bat. I refused these, as it's not only not my style of domination nor my desire, it's also suspicious. I've refused others as well, men who were on disability, starving students, cheating husbands (one man had a wife and kids, I couldn't in any corner of my heart take money from a family, period) and cash draining addicts. The addicts are sad, as they beg, beg, and beg to be drained, to be destitute, it's tragic to watch, and you can even see their behavior follow a formula, as anything is never enough. Even going so far as wanting to be driven into horrifying debt.
However not all of them are so terrible or desperate, and I have experienced a nice share of good, well-behaved boys and slaves. The majority of the subs have been online, and the ones that didn't run away and vanish into the shadows have been quite pleasant. Many have told me they found me a shocking difference to the majority of the dominants that populate the websites. "Wow, you're so nice!" Well of course, I actually do care about you, boy. I enjoy building up a rapport with them, making them feel at ease, and we trade lovely erotic chats back and forth as we play.
One boy I was fortunate enough to meet in person, which is exceedingly rare, as a result of the entirety of these cash play websites are all over in Europe, their demographic is usually on the other side of the globe as well, in addition to the flakiness and unreliability of many submissives. We met and got to know each other at a local bar, then he took me for lunch, and afterward we went to the grocery store for a few items, and he was only happy to pick up the bill. It was my first real time cash play experience, and I was able to gain ideas for our next session together, and for future cash boys as well.
One cash piggy in particular whom I thoroughly enjoy playing with has offered a number of times to fly me over to France to meet him in person. The only reason I've not already accepted is my apprehensions on the situation. I've never been abroad before (plus I really need to look into getting a passport to begin with), and flying to an entirely different country where I only know one person is a bit frightening, especially when I can only speak English and have no comprehension of local culture practice and so on.
Now I have received flak from some people, and one of them was actually a man I had known for quite a while. He was livid, exploding at me, telling me I "was misusing my title", and was acting shamefully, then refused to talk to me further or even hear my response. Some even called me a prostitute. Well one, I would never, and have never "used my title" for anything. As a titleholder it's just a title, a contest I won, it doesn't give me any shiney privileges, permissions, or superpowers. The only two times it's ever done anything for me physically was when a bouncer saw my medallion, and invited me into the bar cover-free and ahead of the line. I was grateful and accepted, but not once did I ask for something using it as a ticket or a pass. I hear about ego-inflated titleholders using the line "don't you know who I am!?" If you have to ask, I really don't give a shit, and probably never will. You're an asshole. End of story.
The next part is about prostitution:
"Prostitution is the business or practice of engaging in sexual relations, in exchange for payment."
"sexual relations: sexual intercourse; coitus."
I'm not charging guys money or gifts for sex, nor would I. If you ask my price (and guys have in the past), you can't afford me, nor ever will. I don't have sex for money, it's illegal and unattractive. This is a fetish and a kink, not a business.
With all that said, I do have my fantasies about this fetish, and would like to end on an erotic note.
One such fantasy is having a very eager cash boy rent a limousine for the two of us for an evening. I'm in full leather, boot to muir cap. He opens my door, dressed in a nice suit and tie. He treats me to a fine dinner, and a drink or two at a leather bar, the entire time referring to me as "Boss" and "Sir". When we're ready to leave, he has us driven back to his place where we head inside and he submits to me, stripping down to his harness and jockstrap, I collar him and pull his leash down so he may lick my boots. I seat myself on his sofa and enjoy him worshipping my boot leather. He discreetly tucks in dollar bills into my boots as he licks them toe-tip to shaft. I pull him into the bedroom where a nice new pair of gauntlet gloves await me. I slip them on and use them to cover his mouth and face, he melts into deeper submission as he takes the aroma of new leather deep into his nostrils and I enjoy his vulnerable, sexy body. Things escalate from there and the evening rolls on, and on. Then, the next morning I awake to a very happy boy in my arms, and talk of what to do about breakfast and the good times we had last night.
I hope you've enjoyed this lengthy post, and if you are interested in financial domination I hope you, like every kink and fetish out there, choose to explore it safely. There are a lot of people out there who do not practice it safely or respectfully, and you can seriously get into a lot of trouble.
Play Safe Dear Reader.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Prey For a Muscled Wolf
January 26th, 2014
Last night I went to Pistons with Sir Steve and his friend Syd, once we arrived, Sir Steve headed off to judge the contest and I was left to my own devices, looking for Spike, who said he would be in Los Angeles for a few days and I invited (if not demanded) he join me at Pistons that night.
Suddenly a strong, forceful bite sunk down on my shoulder and I was his prey. His teeth painfully sunk into my flesh and I was helpless. He growled hello into my ear and I melted further, he picked me up and lifted me into his strong, muscled arms, carrying me forward into the crowd, a huge smile plastered on my face. I admit I was gloating with my grin as eyes met mine, being carried by the strongest muscled man in the bar. He set me down and we watched the contest with his bulging muscled arms wrapped around me, and I loved every horny moment of it.
I happily introduced him to Sir Steve, thinking that it was a good idea to mix their unique personalities of intelligent sarcastic banter for future fun. At one point Spike took me into a darker corner and chomped down on my neck, it hurt intensely but I couldn't help but want him to do it. I was instantly and completely subservient. I felt my energy drain, any form of dominance left my body and mind like a rapidly evaporating pool, turning to mist and vanishing. He kept his jaws on the back of my neck, I was helpless to stop it, weakened, he let go and I was flying high.
We found a seat and I fell into his muscled power. My head heavy, I could barely lift it. I sat in his embrace for a while before I could gather enough energy to come back to earth. After he went up to get his boots blacked, we went out to dinner down the street from my apartment, a very amusing and entertaining meal later, I brought him back to my home. I finally had him in my own bed, we snuggled close and I worshipped his gorgeous body. Rock hard pecs, a succulent stomach, arms that could lift anything they wanted, I wanted to be anything he desired of me. He kissed, licked, and nipped me into even deeper submission. His embrace enveloped me, and we fell asleep together. The big muscled wolf in my own home at last, like finally having a celebrity in your own home, I admire him so much.
I woke with him the next morning, and was treated to more muscled snuggles. It was pure bliss! He talked about the FitExpo in town, and my imagination all but burst. Tales of crowds of muscled hunks walking about. I was in heaven at the very idea. He then told me he wants to become even bigger! I want to be his little fox boy, right there with the protein shakes, watching as he pumps iron, flips monster truck tires, and bulks bigger, and bigger, and bigger, a throbbing power to worship with a sweet attitude and powerful mind. He told me he's encountered the douchebag bodybuilders, and wants to be the example of how a muscled man should be. A real man of men, a gentleman, a caring soul. He then told me he's somewhat into video games, and I nearly fainted from excitement.
My vision is blurring as I type this, it's so hard to focus on the screen as my blood rushes from my mind and I become more and more...excited at the idea of him returning soon. I'll be here waiting! Arf!
Play Safe Dear Reader
Last night I went to Pistons with Sir Steve and his friend Syd, once we arrived, Sir Steve headed off to judge the contest and I was left to my own devices, looking for Spike, who said he would be in Los Angeles for a few days and I invited (if not demanded) he join me at Pistons that night.
Suddenly a strong, forceful bite sunk down on my shoulder and I was his prey. His teeth painfully sunk into my flesh and I was helpless. He growled hello into my ear and I melted further, he picked me up and lifted me into his strong, muscled arms, carrying me forward into the crowd, a huge smile plastered on my face. I admit I was gloating with my grin as eyes met mine, being carried by the strongest muscled man in the bar. He set me down and we watched the contest with his bulging muscled arms wrapped around me, and I loved every horny moment of it.
I happily introduced him to Sir Steve, thinking that it was a good idea to mix their unique personalities of intelligent sarcastic banter for future fun. At one point Spike took me into a darker corner and chomped down on my neck, it hurt intensely but I couldn't help but want him to do it. I was instantly and completely subservient. I felt my energy drain, any form of dominance left my body and mind like a rapidly evaporating pool, turning to mist and vanishing. He kept his jaws on the back of my neck, I was helpless to stop it, weakened, he let go and I was flying high.
We found a seat and I fell into his muscled power. My head heavy, I could barely lift it. I sat in his embrace for a while before I could gather enough energy to come back to earth. After he went up to get his boots blacked, we went out to dinner down the street from my apartment, a very amusing and entertaining meal later, I brought him back to my home. I finally had him in my own bed, we snuggled close and I worshipped his gorgeous body. Rock hard pecs, a succulent stomach, arms that could lift anything they wanted, I wanted to be anything he desired of me. He kissed, licked, and nipped me into even deeper submission. His embrace enveloped me, and we fell asleep together. The big muscled wolf in my own home at last, like finally having a celebrity in your own home, I admire him so much.
I woke with him the next morning, and was treated to more muscled snuggles. It was pure bliss! He talked about the FitExpo in town, and my imagination all but burst. Tales of crowds of muscled hunks walking about. I was in heaven at the very idea. He then told me he wants to become even bigger! I want to be his little fox boy, right there with the protein shakes, watching as he pumps iron, flips monster truck tires, and bulks bigger, and bigger, and bigger, a throbbing power to worship with a sweet attitude and powerful mind. He told me he's encountered the douchebag bodybuilders, and wants to be the example of how a muscled man should be. A real man of men, a gentleman, a caring soul. He then told me he's somewhat into video games, and I nearly fainted from excitement.
My vision is blurring as I type this, it's so hard to focus on the screen as my blood rushes from my mind and I become more and more...excited at the idea of him returning soon. I'll be here waiting! Arf!
Play Safe Dear Reader
Thursday, February 13, 2014
The Beautiful Kiss
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
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
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.
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