Mr. LA Leather Bear 2011

I arrived at Pistons last night with a friend of mine who was very kind to drive us both to the Mr. LA Leather Bear event.

The event itself was actually pretty mellow,  perhaps it was the rain or the cold that dampened the energy that night, but by the end of the evening spirits were much higher, jokes were flying and moods were warm.

I also would like to take this time to congratulate Mr. LA Leather Bear 2011, Terry Leftgoff!  Congratulations big guy!


Now I wouldn't say I'm a guy who's deeply into bears, but I can see what is so attractive about the bear type. 

A large man, usually with a large belly, offers a lot of man to admire, grasp, embrace, kiss, and ultimately make sweet and or dirty love to.  A bear, as I see them, wouldn't be complete without the hairy bodies.  It's what comes with the name association.  Think of a real black bear, a towering mountain of thick black fur, muscle, girth, and the human version isn't that far off. 

I have only really seen bears in several types, mainly muscled, panda, leather, and girth.  However according to Wikipedia, there are a lot more types and people associated with bears out there:

• Bear—a hairy man with a stocky or heavy-set build and facial hair. Can be clean shaven and of any age.
• Bear run—a gathering or circuit party for Bear/Cub types and their Admirers.
• Black Bear—a Bear of African-American descent or of darker toned skin.
• Brown Bear—a Bear of Hispanic descent.
• Chaser—short for Chubby Chaser.
• Chub—a heavy set gay man. May or may not be a bear (Chubby bear is a common term)
• Cub—a younger (or younger looking) version of a Bear, typically but not always with a smaller frame. The term is sometimes used to imply the passive partner in a relationship.^[16] Can be hairy or hairless.
• Daddy bear—an older bear, sometimes looking for a daddy/son relationship with a younger man.
• Goldilocks—a female, often heterosexual, who is often in the company of bears (a bear's fag hag).
• Leather bear—a bear with a leather fetish.
• Muscle bear—a muscular version of a Bear. A muscle cub is a younger or smaller, yet muscular, version.
• Otter—a man who is hairy, but is not large or stocky—typically thinner, swimmer's build, or with lean muscle
• Panda bear—a bear of Asian descent.
• Pocket bear—a short Bear.
• Polar bear—a silver- or white-haired Bear.
• Red bear—a red-haired bear. Also known as a Ginger Bear.
• Wolf—a term for a Muscle Bear who is a rugged outdoorsy or biker type.
• Woof—a greeting sometimes used when a Bear sees another Bear in public and wants to express physical attraction.

 After looking at this I remember a bear once endearingly calling me an otter.  I didn't really think I was that hairy!  I've also used the term "woof" before, but I know it is not strictly a bear term, I have used it and heard it used in multiple cases of sexual attraction.  Personally I'd think a bear would use "rawr" more than "woof", but both are fun especially when they're growled in your ear as he goes to softly bite it.

If I had to choose one bear type out of the entire list, I'd have to go with a Wolf.  Gotta love a large muscle powerhouse on a bike!

Woof!

The Rack

 Last night was spent enjoyably at the Socal Bondage Club with my friend and Sir for the night.  However before we went some pre-play was in order.  Leading me down to his personal dungeon, I was stripped, jocked and ordered to sit where he demanded.  Soon after he bound me to a leather-wrapped spreader bar, where I was collar-chained and immobilized in a somewhat difficult position on the floor, my legs out and my hands forward, struggling for his pleasure.

For me a spreader bar isn't a kink of mine, but I'm more interested in my submission and the enjoyment my Dominant is experiencing from that.  Soon he released me and bound me up with another toy, this one harnessing my shoulders and binding my arms behind me, he added some straps around my chest and stomach and sent me into a small prison cell built under the dungeon stairs.  I found the little space to be very enjoyable, especially seeing how softly lit it was, and even when he turned out the light and left me in the darkness to change for the club.

Upon returning, Sir released me, had a little more fun with me, then tested a head harness on me.  Thin leather strips bound my head comfortably and were accompanied by snap-on gag and blindfold.  (I like the flat gags so much, like a leather palm covering my mouth.)

After dressing, we were off to the club.

Arriving a little after the club was in full swing we passed by room after room of multiple scenes, it was pretty active tonight which is always a nice thing to see.  Arriving in the Doctor's Office scene room I was ordered to strip to my jockstrap and boots while he retrieved a bag from his car.  A light flow of other men floated by the door to the room, and I mention this only because it made me feel like I was putting on a fun little show as I undressed.  (What the hell, I'll just come right out and say it.  I like being admired, it makes me feel amazingly attractive and sexy.)  When Sir returned I was placed in a rather large and complicated body harness, arms strapped to my sides and head harnessed with blindfold in place.  Some wonderful kissing, and I was leashed up and led out for a walk.  After a little back and forth, soft play with a light audience, we were in the main room once more on a bench and enjoying a cuddle.

Now when I'm enjoying myself, I relax and when I relax and I'm blindfolded, I tend to...well...fall asleep.  So if you're ever playing with me and I nod off, it means you're doing a good job at making me feel at ease!  I'm not bored! Trust me!  I felt myself drifting off a little, then coming back again a little while later, chatting with Sir and the topic of the main room's toy collection came up.  I mentioned that I had always admired that piece of play equipment and sure enough I found myself standing in front of it.

De-harnessed, I lay down on the table and my booted feet were locked in the stocks at one end, my arms bound to the other and delightfully stretched ever so slightly.  As Sir kissed me, I felt a surge of energy.  I wonder if it was my dream of being on the rack coming true, or maybe it was the dungeon music I enjoyed so much, or maybe it was just the energy in the air left over from everyone's scenes going on, but I felt dominant.

Yes, I felt dominant as I was strapped helplessly to the rack, I felt dominant with my head encased in a web of leather and my eyes blinded, I felt dominant in my submission. 

The next time my Sir kissed me I let him have everything that was stored up in me, I felt my energy latch onto him and pull him.  The more I pulled the more excited he became, it kept going, every time he pulled away I grunted firmly "Thank you, SIR!" riling myself up.  He slapped my chest and body with his riding crop.  "Thank you, SIR!"  He toyed with my body and pulled away my jock strap, "Thank you SIR!".

He became so invigorated, my Sir got on top of me on the rack table, and the energy took its course.  When the scene came to its climax, I felt as if I had dominated a Dominant while in complete submission.

It was one of the most intriguing and interesting sensations I've had, and on paper it looks absolutely confusing...but when I felt it, I felt like it was understanding a dream.  You don't listen to it, see it, taste it, or touch it.  You FEEL it all making perfect sense!


What a great evening...and the weekend has only just started!


Play Safe.

Spanking, Muscle and Bondage

Last night I attended Socal Bondage Club and assisted my Master in setting things up for the night.  Of course I arrived fairly early and my Master was able to put me through a few experiences, one fun one being tied up and gagged on the kitchen floor while he did dishes, another "not-as-fun-as-I'd-have-liked-but-still-interesting" experience was him locking me in irons on the bed while he got ready for the club.

At the club we had a gentleman offering free buzz cuts to those willing (and those not so willing, heheh) to get a new look.  The evening started fairly slow until an interesting slender gentleman I had talked to at a previous club meeting arrived and we started to talk.  Soon he was at my feet, servicing boots for the first time, and he did a wonderful job for a beginner.  Then he asked if I was into spanking other men.  You guys know me, if it isn't too extreme I'll give it a shot. 

He stripped down to his socks and was over my lap soon after and I started out slowly, going easy at his request and then working up harder and harder.  Between rounds I was sure to hold him close during his cool down periods and make sure he was okay and he wanted to continue.  I mixed things up, faked him out a few times, built up a nice rhythm and then randomized it.  It was fun, but next time I'll try a paddle or glove, bare-assed spankings can really leave your hand stinging but in spite of that I was very happy to make his night enjoyable.

I wandered the halls, observing the different scenes in play, talked to a few friends of mine, then watched my Master playing with his sub for the night.  A tall, muscled man, hairy body, built like a fucking God.  It soon became obvious I wasn't the only man there transfixed on the scene unfolding, basically if you weren't in a scene yourself last night, you were watching my Master working over this amazing example of masculinity.

At one point in the evening Master beckoned me over and motioned for me to join him, on the table lay this Adonis, gagged, blindfolded and completely helpless.  He instructed me to run my hands over his body and I happily obliged.

It was...beautiful.  Gently running my fingers along his skin, his muscle, his amazing boulder-like abs, his muscled arms, I was fighting the urge to kiss his perfect body.  I wanted to fall asleep on that chest and wake up to his abs, it was so beautiful.  The scene went on like that for a while, we ran our hands over him, more and more intricately, tickling, then smoothly, then rapidly, all while abruptly stopping every so often and having him twist and strain, begging for more with his body language muffled moans.  I wanted to make him feel at ease, safe, I ran my fingers and hands over his face ever so lightly and then slowly removed myself from the scene, leaving my Master to bring him to Euphoria.

The rest of the evening at the club remained pretty slow, however I was happy to see and show around some newbies I invited to the club.  Around midnight people began to leave and I caught a ride with my friend who had given me the Leather Cops experience one wonderful Friday night last year.  Once at his place I was straitjacketed, legs bound up in straps and placed on the floor to struggle as he had his fun with me.  A lovely end to an interesting night if I may say so myself.

Play safe guys!

Gut Punching

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Play Safe.

Just a Thought - The Magic Tap

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

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

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

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

So what would you do with a power like that?

Sexy Santa 2010

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

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

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

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

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

The Pie Fetish

Today was a day of unique experience!

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

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

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

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

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

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

1) The tarp doesn't catch everything.

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

2) Slipping hazard.

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

3) Clogged pipes.

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

4) Food allergies.

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

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

Gloved Up

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

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

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

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

Nothing like the smell of leather!

Play Safe, my friends.

Leather Cops

(Sorry guys this one's pretty late!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The boy's Bill of Rights

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

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

"The boys' Bill of Rights"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So when you play, please play safely and sanely.