This afternoon I had the privilege of teaching a newbie about different fetishes.
I had spoken to him before about my interests in leather and bondage, and he expressed a genuine interest in learning more about the fetish world, so I invited him to try on my leather gear.
Although my gear was a little big on him, he said that he enjoyed the feeling of leather (not to mention he looked drop-to-my-knees HOT in it too!), I had him also try on my Chippewa engineer boots, which he seemed to enjoy as well.
I then sat down with him and explained the different safety aspects that are prevalent in different scenes. For example, in bondage scenes you need clear communication with your dom/sub, "Are the ropes too tight?" "How are your arms feeling?" "Is everything feeling comfortable?" "Sir, my arms are tingling." "The ropes are too loose/tight" "I need more support around my X". When the sub is gagged, you need a form of nonverbal communication, like finger snaps or foot banging.
I also explained what subspace / head space was and how important it is to "bring the sub back down to Earth" after an intense scene, as well as how it can damage the sub if he is left in the vulnerable state without proper aftercare.
I asked him if he wanted to try anything and he said that he was interested in being taped, so I grabbed my painter's tape and wrapped a good length around his mouth and bound his wrists. I stood him in front of the mirror and he seemed to be enjoying it. Lord knows I was! Woof!
He stood in front of the mirror in nothing but his jock, socks, and the blue tape over his mouth and around his wrists. His broad chest and pecs just begging to be kissed and admired, a beautiful body just waiting to be played with. I slowly ran my fingers up and down his body, his chest, his arms, his legs, his neck, blowing softly down his back. Seeing goosebumps, I knew I was doing something right. I kissed him softly upon his neck and shoulders. I wanted him to feel completely at ease with me and in my arms. His comfort and relaxation were top priority.
As things progressed, he ended up laying back in my arms as we sat on the bed, and my fingers continued to explore and tingle his skin, I heard his breath rushing out of his nose, he was enjoying it. He was in my arms, in my grasp, I could do anything I wanted, and all I wanted was to make him feel comfortable and at ease. I stood up and got in front of him, he wanted me to play with his nipples, and I was all the more eager to make his wish come true. Soft bites, licking, sucking, he enjoyed it all, I had told him to use finger snaps when I got too intense, and I respected his boundaries as if they were fragile glass.
Things continued forward, his jock slipped below, and I took gentle care of him. After the climax of our small scene, and after the tape came off his sweet face, he told me that it wasn't like him to let that happen and he got caught up in the moment. But then that's a good thing in this case, right?
He left saying he enjoyed himself and that he was excited to learn more. As I watched him walk out of sight I smiled and thought to myself...
"Another one enters the fold."
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
A Night of Flogging and a Visit From Spiderman
(Forgive me, Sir, for my blog is late.)
Last Friday I visited my Sir who gave me such wonderful experiences as the night I discovered my love of the Rack, and who dominated me as my Superior Leather Officer. The night began as many fantastic nights do in scenes; kissing, holding, being led down into dark and sinister dungeons where you can only imagine what memorable and fun-filled fate awaits you.
My Sir tied me, bound me, played with me, and made me squirm. He bound me in the jail cell, gagged me, and I thanked him, over and over.
At one part of the evening a flogger was brought out, and I was ordered to brace myself against the puppy cage. The blows started as how I love them the most, slow, sensual, light slaps of leather against my shivering bare skin, slowly working up in intensity until I was moaning and thanking my Sir for each one. As the flogging came to an end he brought me back down from subspace, and I went down on my hands and knees, my forehead on the floor in complete and utter submission. He placed a booted foot in front of me and ordered me to service it, to which I eagerly obeyed without question. I politely and modestly asked if he would flog me again, and he began again, lightly at first and then he increased in intensity. This time it became wild, as I serviced his boots, the flogger struck me again and again, he roared with pleasure, and I thanked him "Thank you Sir! May I have another!?" repeatedly, my chest just bursting with joy.
As the flogging continued I realized just how much intensity I was receiving, not as much as Master has dealt me, but intense nonetheless, and I wanted even more! My body hungered to be beaten, to serve, to submit.
It felt amazingly natural to ache for it.
Eventually the flogging scene subsided, I came back down and relaxed on the dungeon floor.
At the end of the evening, before heading to bed, I presented myself in my black Zentai suit to my Sir. I was thrilled to hear he enjoyed it, and he then vanished into his bedroom. When he emerged, I was greeted with a sight I had seen before in pictures on some fetish profiles, but never in person.
Spiderman was standing before me. He walked up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me close. Reality was like the sky, the realm of fantasy was the ocean, and my mind dipped and bobbed upon the surface of the waters. It was my Sir in a suit of course, but then was it really Spiderman holding me that night? I sunk below, melted into the embrace, and submerged myself into my newly discovered superhero fetish fantasy.
Being held by a paragon of justice, a figure of masculine imagination made real, and led into a bedroom for an experience that would not be drawn into any comic book panel Stan Lee would dare authorize. I understood the fetish now and I loved it.
Some fetishes you can read and hear about, some you need to see, others must be experienced first hand in order to grasp the idea. I never was a fan of comic book heroes as my interests never lay in that world, but Spiderman can catch me in his web any night he wants to relieve the stress of a crime fighter!
Play safe my dear friends.
Last Friday I visited my Sir who gave me such wonderful experiences as the night I discovered my love of the Rack, and who dominated me as my Superior Leather Officer. The night began as many fantastic nights do in scenes; kissing, holding, being led down into dark and sinister dungeons where you can only imagine what memorable and fun-filled fate awaits you.
My Sir tied me, bound me, played with me, and made me squirm. He bound me in the jail cell, gagged me, and I thanked him, over and over.
At one part of the evening a flogger was brought out, and I was ordered to brace myself against the puppy cage. The blows started as how I love them the most, slow, sensual, light slaps of leather against my shivering bare skin, slowly working up in intensity until I was moaning and thanking my Sir for each one. As the flogging came to an end he brought me back down from subspace, and I went down on my hands and knees, my forehead on the floor in complete and utter submission. He placed a booted foot in front of me and ordered me to service it, to which I eagerly obeyed without question. I politely and modestly asked if he would flog me again, and he began again, lightly at first and then he increased in intensity. This time it became wild, as I serviced his boots, the flogger struck me again and again, he roared with pleasure, and I thanked him "Thank you Sir! May I have another!?" repeatedly, my chest just bursting with joy.
As the flogging continued I realized just how much intensity I was receiving, not as much as Master has dealt me, but intense nonetheless, and I wanted even more! My body hungered to be beaten, to serve, to submit.
It felt amazingly natural to ache for it.
Eventually the flogging scene subsided, I came back down and relaxed on the dungeon floor.
At the end of the evening, before heading to bed, I presented myself in my black Zentai suit to my Sir. I was thrilled to hear he enjoyed it, and he then vanished into his bedroom. When he emerged, I was greeted with a sight I had seen before in pictures on some fetish profiles, but never in person.
Spiderman was standing before me. He walked up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me close. Reality was like the sky, the realm of fantasy was the ocean, and my mind dipped and bobbed upon the surface of the waters. It was my Sir in a suit of course, but then was it really Spiderman holding me that night? I sunk below, melted into the embrace, and submerged myself into my newly discovered superhero fetish fantasy.
Being held by a paragon of justice, a figure of masculine imagination made real, and led into a bedroom for an experience that would not be drawn into any comic book panel Stan Lee would dare authorize. I understood the fetish now and I loved it.
Some fetishes you can read and hear about, some you need to see, others must be experienced first hand in order to grasp the idea. I never was a fan of comic book heroes as my interests never lay in that world, but Spiderman can catch me in his web any night he wants to relieve the stress of a crime fighter!
Play safe my dear friends.
Pistons SocaBondage Night 2!
Tonight was a very entertaining evening of bondage and restraint at Pistons!
I was tied by two different Sirs tonight, Sir K. and Sir C.
My first binding was slow, easy, simple, and lightly sensual as my arms were restrained in leather cuffs and legs were tied spread eagle with rope. A leather hood was pulled over my head and I was given a soft blindfold. Sir K then kissed me, unzipped my leather shirt and gently toyed with my nipples, at first I felt as if he wasn't doing anything, that he was holding back, but the more he did it, the more I wanted him to do more. He was torturing me with lack, like a "negative space" torture, the restraint and withholding of what you want most. Like moving in for a kiss, and right before your eager lips meet his, he pulls back, leaving you to whimper and beg for it to happen, yearning and aching for contact while he smiles sadistically as you squirm. Then, all too soon it felt, the scene stopped and he began to release me. Inside I was aching for more, I was as obedient as I could be! I was such a good boy! He teased me! He only gave me a slight hint of flavor! Damn it, I want more! Please!
After a while of talking and mingling, I met up with Sir C. to whom I offered my body for him to practice his rope skills upon. He restrained my arms with soft padded leather cuffs (my absolute favorite) above my head to the same post, and tied my legs to the post much like Sir K. did. He also blindfolded me with a black bandanna and tightly covered my mouth with black bondage tape.
Word of Advice: Even the light adhesive of bondage tape will bind to whiskers and hair in the most uncomfortable way. It may test easy on and off, but after a while it adheres to every hair and IT HURTS LIKE HELL TO TAKE IT OFF LATER! If your sub has any facial hair, use a different gagging method. Otherwise the scene will clean up very painfully!
Sir C. was sensual, sexy, and absolutely wonderful. Kissing me through the tape made me yearn for his lips on mine. He toyed with my already sensitive chest, pinching hard, licking, grasping my body, making me ache to hold him close in my own arms that were restrained above me. Argh! The frustration! But that's what a beautiful and torturous aspect of bondage is, to be unable to move how you really, eagerly want to. The teasing. He played with me, I mumbled and growled my thanks to him as he kissed and held me over and over. As the scene ended, my wishes came true and I was able to kiss him and hold him close as I came down from subspace.
The bar patio was crowded tonight, it was wonderful to see men hooded, gagged, roped, tortured, flogged, and the sounds of growls and howls of ecstasy filling the air was like sweet erotic music.
Play safe my friends, and have an absolutely beautiful night.
I was tied by two different Sirs tonight, Sir K. and Sir C.
My first binding was slow, easy, simple, and lightly sensual as my arms were restrained in leather cuffs and legs were tied spread eagle with rope. A leather hood was pulled over my head and I was given a soft blindfold. Sir K then kissed me, unzipped my leather shirt and gently toyed with my nipples, at first I felt as if he wasn't doing anything, that he was holding back, but the more he did it, the more I wanted him to do more. He was torturing me with lack, like a "negative space" torture, the restraint and withholding of what you want most. Like moving in for a kiss, and right before your eager lips meet his, he pulls back, leaving you to whimper and beg for it to happen, yearning and aching for contact while he smiles sadistically as you squirm. Then, all too soon it felt, the scene stopped and he began to release me. Inside I was aching for more, I was as obedient as I could be! I was such a good boy! He teased me! He only gave me a slight hint of flavor! Damn it, I want more! Please!
After a while of talking and mingling, I met up with Sir C. to whom I offered my body for him to practice his rope skills upon. He restrained my arms with soft padded leather cuffs (my absolute favorite) above my head to the same post, and tied my legs to the post much like Sir K. did. He also blindfolded me with a black bandanna and tightly covered my mouth with black bondage tape.
Word of Advice: Even the light adhesive of bondage tape will bind to whiskers and hair in the most uncomfortable way. It may test easy on and off, but after a while it adheres to every hair and IT HURTS LIKE HELL TO TAKE IT OFF LATER! If your sub has any facial hair, use a different gagging method. Otherwise the scene will clean up very painfully!
Sir C. was sensual, sexy, and absolutely wonderful. Kissing me through the tape made me yearn for his lips on mine. He toyed with my already sensitive chest, pinching hard, licking, grasping my body, making me ache to hold him close in my own arms that were restrained above me. Argh! The frustration! But that's what a beautiful and torturous aspect of bondage is, to be unable to move how you really, eagerly want to. The teasing. He played with me, I mumbled and growled my thanks to him as he kissed and held me over and over. As the scene ended, my wishes came true and I was able to kiss him and hold him close as I came down from subspace.
The bar patio was crowded tonight, it was wonderful to see men hooded, gagged, roped, tortured, flogged, and the sounds of growls and howls of ecstasy filling the air was like sweet erotic music.
Play safe my friends, and have an absolutely beautiful night.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Pistons SocaBondage Night
Last night almost didn't happen, I had already made plans with a friend of mine weeks ago, but due to the forecast of rain and my friend not feeling well, tonight came to be.
After having a light dinner with Master, we dressed for the event and headed out. Arriving at the bar we met with some friends and set up the SocalBondage banner. After a few more arrangements Master leaned in and said "Let's get this party started, boy." and he began to tie me to a post in the back patio. Binding my hands, he strung me up, making a rope harness he secured me, and finally after gagging me, he bound my legs to the post, leaving me to struggle and enjoy my predicament. I was tied there for a while, Master watching me squirm and embrace my rope prison with a satisfied smile on his handsome face.
The term "escape into bondage" makes sense only after I've been tied and I'm enjoying it. It is an escape, a reverse escape where I release myself into embracing imprisonment. It is a form of relaxation, feeling the ropes hold me firmly, I feel safe and secure even as I am in the most vulnerable position possible.
As Master came and went a few times, I looked around the patio, catching gazes of other men who looked at me, and smiling through my gag right back at them. I wanted them to look. I wanted them to see Master's handiwork. Soon Master returned again and he brought another young man with him, introduced him to me and asked if I would be okay with him playing with this boy. I eagerly nodded and said I would through the gag, as I love watching Master play and have fun.
Soon I was untied in order for Master to tie our new friend, he wore a black leather harness which I found very sexy on his slim, lightly hairy body. As Master played with him, we found that the boy had sensitive "wired" nipples (when the nipples are sensitized and playing with them results in a huge turn on and sexual pleasure). He bucked and struggled in Master's arms and I looked on, a huge grin on my face as I watched Master work him over, slip his pants down, and give him a raging good time of sexual torture.
It was around this time as I watched Master play, that a shorter, older man commented that I should be careful keeping my hands behind my back all the time. He wore a NYPD cap and a shirt with handcuff print. I made short friendly conversation with him, and soon found myself cuffed by the officer. He gave me a few good solid swats on my ass, to each one I thanked him "Thank you OffiSIR." He soon released me from the steel cuffs and I thanked him again.
Soon Master then asked me to hold his boy, and I eagerly obeyed, gripping the boy from behind I felt like an Alpha boy, higher in the pecking order but always below Master. I held him close, lovingly wrapped my arms around him while kissing his bare neck and back. I wanted to make him feel so good, and at the same time satisfy my own desires to touch, kiss and caress him.
Afterward, Master released the boy, who seemed to fade off into the crowd, and we began to talk with friends around the bar for a little while. Master then approached me with an idea, "How would you like to get tied up on stage, boy?" I eagerly and excitedly agreed with a "Yes, sir!" and we made our way over where Master ordered me onstage and my clothes to come off. With absolutely no inhibitions and reservations, I stripped to my boots and red jockstrap (the same outfit I had worn on that stage one chilly night in December that prior year) and Master was soon behind me, tying me in front of everyone.
Now ten years ago if I had approached myself, sat me down, and said "In ten years, you will be on stage one evening in a leather bar in California, in nothing but a red jockstrap, tall leather boots and you will be tied up in front of an audience by a man you lovingly call your Master, and you will love every second of it." I would have probably burst out laughing or ran away screaming.
But I was up there last night, bare skin shivering against the cold breeze, in helpless bondage, enjoying the fact that everyone could see me. I wanted to be sexy for them, I wanted to entertain them, but most of all I wanted to please my Master. After a few different positions, some swaying of my body for the boys, smiling through my bandanna gag, Master asked me if I would be interested in being flogged on stage. Recalling my previous (and only) flogging experience that he gave me, I was more than pleased to say "Yes, Sir!"
A spandex hood was pulled over my head and the flogger lightly slapped at my back, like sharp tongues. The first two blows came and it burned, Master asked if I was okay so far and I asked what the flogger was made out of. Sharp rubber was his response, and I asked if I couldn't have a soft leather flogger instead. (The material of a flogger is very important, for beginners and lovers of sensual flogging a soft leather flogger is recommended. Sharp-ended hard rubber lashes sting the skin and is better suited for those that have worked up to that intensity. I prefer a more blunt blow with little to no stinging, so I like soft leather with wide strips.)
After Master exchanged floggers with another Sir in the bar, he asked if I wouldn't mind being a learning tool for someone, as long as he was there to supervise. I was happy to oblige. Before the blows came I was given fair warning and I tried to steady my thoughts and gather myself into my own head, after I thought I was ready I gave the word and the blows came heavy and strong. After about three or four, I was at my limit and begged to stop. The chill was getting to me and I had been standing against it for a little while by then. Master untied and praised me, as soon as I was loose and Master wrapped his arms around me I began to weep. I was so happy. Master said I was a good boy, and I was so pleased to be his slave. Feeling his embrace, his soft comforting voice, his warmth, and in addition to the way he carried me down off the stage like a scene from a romance where the hero carries his lover away, it all deepened my love and admiration for Master.
After my recovery, Master had me dress and asked if I would be okay with him beating another sub from the audience. I was more than happy to see it, and another (slightly drunk) man was bound on stage and ruthlessly spanked, his shirt cut and ripped off his body, and his chest and back flogged. The flogging was a hundred times more intense than mine, and I winced as I saw and heard each and every blow to his body. At one point Master was using a small wooden paddle to spank the sub and he broke it on his ass. A small shard of wood flew to the corner of the stage and Master stood there, staring at the broken paddle in his hand as we all laughed in shock and awe. Another Dom from the audience came forward and both Master and he flogged him from both the back and front until the sub finally "broke" (gave in and begged it to stop). Personally I think him being drunk allowed him to endure slightly more, but I could be very wrong, so don't think that booze will help you break a Dom or allow you to be invincible. Plus he has to wake up in the morning with welts on his ass, something I wouldn't be envious of.
After all of that, Master was pretty spent so we collected our gear and made our way out, saying our goodbyes and walking to the car. On the way home, Master mentioned that I was an exhibitionist which probably should have been more obvious to me then, recalling all the times I had been bound and played with in public, I came to the true realization that I am indeed an exhibitionist. I enjoy being an admired spectacle of sexuality, getting up on stage in nothing but my gear, smiling at the crowd that looks me over with approving gazes. It isn't what I would call a fetish of mine, but I'm happy to be looked at, as it makes me feel sexy and attractive. In this society based so heavily on looks, style, body types, I feel like a treasure, something rare, so I want to back that up with a positive and uplifting grace and attitude. I don't want to be just a pretty face, I want to be a sexy young man with something wonderful to say, so I can share my joy with others.
We arrived back at my apartment, and I led Master inside, where he took off his coat and tossed himself on my bed. Having Master on my bed, it was a thrill! I asked him what he wanted of his slave, "I think you should get naked." Yes, Master! I quickly undressed, used the bathroom, and was back at his side as quickly as possible, ready and eager to serve. We cuddled and embraced, and things fell into place. I then found myself on my back, Master hovering over me, looking me right in the eyes.
Then something was so much different than before, it was his eyes, they weren't innocently warm and friendly anymore.
I could see them in the darkness, blue, piercing, intense eyes that stared into the core of my soul. I had already opened my mind to Master, every door was open and unlocked, and it was as if he came storming through in a fireball, blasting every door clean off their hinges as he pinned me against a wall. I'm shaking again and my eyes are welling up once more as I remember the face of Master that night. I felt like a wolf pup, naked and shaking before his Alpha. Tears welled up and streamed down the sides of my face as I stared into his piercing gaze. They scared me, shook me to my core, but I had no intention of tearing my gaze away. I wanted it! I wanted him to stare at my soul! I wanted him to look at my core being! I wanted Master to see every piece and inch of me. He held me there with only his eyes, with only a piercing gaze.
He got off the bed and stood at the door, facing the bed. He ordered me at his feet, on my knees, and I looked up at him, towering over me. A man of intensity, strength, skill, wisdom. A man of integrity, kindness, and compassion. A man of men. A man I so honorably call my Master. Again his gaze stabbed me, and again I trembled beneath him, at his booted feet. A man I would lay down my body for and allow him to ravage me without a second thought.
He didn't just walk into my life and grab this title off my shelf, I gave him this title of my own free will. I named him my Master, and he accepted me as his slave. He is the only man I will ever say I am a slave to. He is the only man I will call Master.
The evening progressed, we became intimate, and when things climaxed, he held me in our afterglow. Like a true Master should.
Thank you, Sir.
After having a light dinner with Master, we dressed for the event and headed out. Arriving at the bar we met with some friends and set up the SocalBondage banner. After a few more arrangements Master leaned in and said "Let's get this party started, boy." and he began to tie me to a post in the back patio. Binding my hands, he strung me up, making a rope harness he secured me, and finally after gagging me, he bound my legs to the post, leaving me to struggle and enjoy my predicament. I was tied there for a while, Master watching me squirm and embrace my rope prison with a satisfied smile on his handsome face.
The term "escape into bondage" makes sense only after I've been tied and I'm enjoying it. It is an escape, a reverse escape where I release myself into embracing imprisonment. It is a form of relaxation, feeling the ropes hold me firmly, I feel safe and secure even as I am in the most vulnerable position possible.
As Master came and went a few times, I looked around the patio, catching gazes of other men who looked at me, and smiling through my gag right back at them. I wanted them to look. I wanted them to see Master's handiwork. Soon Master returned again and he brought another young man with him, introduced him to me and asked if I would be okay with him playing with this boy. I eagerly nodded and said I would through the gag, as I love watching Master play and have fun.
Soon I was untied in order for Master to tie our new friend, he wore a black leather harness which I found very sexy on his slim, lightly hairy body. As Master played with him, we found that the boy had sensitive "wired" nipples (when the nipples are sensitized and playing with them results in a huge turn on and sexual pleasure). He bucked and struggled in Master's arms and I looked on, a huge grin on my face as I watched Master work him over, slip his pants down, and give him a raging good time of sexual torture.
It was around this time as I watched Master play, that a shorter, older man commented that I should be careful keeping my hands behind my back all the time. He wore a NYPD cap and a shirt with handcuff print. I made short friendly conversation with him, and soon found myself cuffed by the officer. He gave me a few good solid swats on my ass, to each one I thanked him "Thank you OffiSIR." He soon released me from the steel cuffs and I thanked him again.
Soon Master then asked me to hold his boy, and I eagerly obeyed, gripping the boy from behind I felt like an Alpha boy, higher in the pecking order but always below Master. I held him close, lovingly wrapped my arms around him while kissing his bare neck and back. I wanted to make him feel so good, and at the same time satisfy my own desires to touch, kiss and caress him.
Afterward, Master released the boy, who seemed to fade off into the crowd, and we began to talk with friends around the bar for a little while. Master then approached me with an idea, "How would you like to get tied up on stage, boy?" I eagerly and excitedly agreed with a "Yes, sir!" and we made our way over where Master ordered me onstage and my clothes to come off. With absolutely no inhibitions and reservations, I stripped to my boots and red jockstrap (the same outfit I had worn on that stage one chilly night in December that prior year) and Master was soon behind me, tying me in front of everyone.
Now ten years ago if I had approached myself, sat me down, and said "In ten years, you will be on stage one evening in a leather bar in California, in nothing but a red jockstrap, tall leather boots and you will be tied up in front of an audience by a man you lovingly call your Master, and you will love every second of it." I would have probably burst out laughing or ran away screaming.
But I was up there last night, bare skin shivering against the cold breeze, in helpless bondage, enjoying the fact that everyone could see me. I wanted to be sexy for them, I wanted to entertain them, but most of all I wanted to please my Master. After a few different positions, some swaying of my body for the boys, smiling through my bandanna gag, Master asked me if I would be interested in being flogged on stage. Recalling my previous (and only) flogging experience that he gave me, I was more than pleased to say "Yes, Sir!"
A spandex hood was pulled over my head and the flogger lightly slapped at my back, like sharp tongues. The first two blows came and it burned, Master asked if I was okay so far and I asked what the flogger was made out of. Sharp rubber was his response, and I asked if I couldn't have a soft leather flogger instead. (The material of a flogger is very important, for beginners and lovers of sensual flogging a soft leather flogger is recommended. Sharp-ended hard rubber lashes sting the skin and is better suited for those that have worked up to that intensity. I prefer a more blunt blow with little to no stinging, so I like soft leather with wide strips.)
After Master exchanged floggers with another Sir in the bar, he asked if I wouldn't mind being a learning tool for someone, as long as he was there to supervise. I was happy to oblige. Before the blows came I was given fair warning and I tried to steady my thoughts and gather myself into my own head, after I thought I was ready I gave the word and the blows came heavy and strong. After about three or four, I was at my limit and begged to stop. The chill was getting to me and I had been standing against it for a little while by then. Master untied and praised me, as soon as I was loose and Master wrapped his arms around me I began to weep. I was so happy. Master said I was a good boy, and I was so pleased to be his slave. Feeling his embrace, his soft comforting voice, his warmth, and in addition to the way he carried me down off the stage like a scene from a romance where the hero carries his lover away, it all deepened my love and admiration for Master.
After my recovery, Master had me dress and asked if I would be okay with him beating another sub from the audience. I was more than happy to see it, and another (slightly drunk) man was bound on stage and ruthlessly spanked, his shirt cut and ripped off his body, and his chest and back flogged. The flogging was a hundred times more intense than mine, and I winced as I saw and heard each and every blow to his body. At one point Master was using a small wooden paddle to spank the sub and he broke it on his ass. A small shard of wood flew to the corner of the stage and Master stood there, staring at the broken paddle in his hand as we all laughed in shock and awe. Another Dom from the audience came forward and both Master and he flogged him from both the back and front until the sub finally "broke" (gave in and begged it to stop). Personally I think him being drunk allowed him to endure slightly more, but I could be very wrong, so don't think that booze will help you break a Dom or allow you to be invincible. Plus he has to wake up in the morning with welts on his ass, something I wouldn't be envious of.
After all of that, Master was pretty spent so we collected our gear and made our way out, saying our goodbyes and walking to the car. On the way home, Master mentioned that I was an exhibitionist which probably should have been more obvious to me then, recalling all the times I had been bound and played with in public, I came to the true realization that I am indeed an exhibitionist. I enjoy being an admired spectacle of sexuality, getting up on stage in nothing but my gear, smiling at the crowd that looks me over with approving gazes. It isn't what I would call a fetish of mine, but I'm happy to be looked at, as it makes me feel sexy and attractive. In this society based so heavily on looks, style, body types, I feel like a treasure, something rare, so I want to back that up with a positive and uplifting grace and attitude. I don't want to be just a pretty face, I want to be a sexy young man with something wonderful to say, so I can share my joy with others.
We arrived back at my apartment, and I led Master inside, where he took off his coat and tossed himself on my bed. Having Master on my bed, it was a thrill! I asked him what he wanted of his slave, "I think you should get naked." Yes, Master! I quickly undressed, used the bathroom, and was back at his side as quickly as possible, ready and eager to serve. We cuddled and embraced, and things fell into place. I then found myself on my back, Master hovering over me, looking me right in the eyes.
Then something was so much different than before, it was his eyes, they weren't innocently warm and friendly anymore.
I could see them in the darkness, blue, piercing, intense eyes that stared into the core of my soul. I had already opened my mind to Master, every door was open and unlocked, and it was as if he came storming through in a fireball, blasting every door clean off their hinges as he pinned me against a wall. I'm shaking again and my eyes are welling up once more as I remember the face of Master that night. I felt like a wolf pup, naked and shaking before his Alpha. Tears welled up and streamed down the sides of my face as I stared into his piercing gaze. They scared me, shook me to my core, but I had no intention of tearing my gaze away. I wanted it! I wanted him to stare at my soul! I wanted him to look at my core being! I wanted Master to see every piece and inch of me. He held me there with only his eyes, with only a piercing gaze.
He got off the bed and stood at the door, facing the bed. He ordered me at his feet, on my knees, and I looked up at him, towering over me. A man of intensity, strength, skill, wisdom. A man of integrity, kindness, and compassion. A man of men. A man I so honorably call my Master. Again his gaze stabbed me, and again I trembled beneath him, at his booted feet. A man I would lay down my body for and allow him to ravage me without a second thought.
He didn't just walk into my life and grab this title off my shelf, I gave him this title of my own free will. I named him my Master, and he accepted me as his slave. He is the only man I will ever say I am a slave to. He is the only man I will call Master.
The evening progressed, we became intimate, and when things climaxed, he held me in our afterglow. Like a true Master should.
Thank you, Sir.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Power Swap and Energy Flux
Today held a new experience that was completely unexpected and very energizing.
A friend I have been talking to online had come to California on business and was in the neighborhood and I had invited him to hang out for a while. We had a nice conversation, and my friend mentioned that he feels that I'm "on the fence" between sub and Dom. I said that I was a natural sub, as I enjoy submitting and serving under the right Sir and to my Master. However I have been feeling more and more dominant in the past few months, talking to submissive men online at length, some over the phone, and feeling a rush for dominant energy.
We talked some more and eventually he changed into his leather overalls and I into my leather jacket and pants and we showed them off, then we hugged and it went all downhill from there!
During the scene something very interesting happened. We swapped roles and the energy fluctuated very frequently. From a slow, low flame buildup of gentle hugging and caressing, to turbulent and passionate infernos of kissing and squeezing, gasping and sighing; the energy jumped all around the board. Roles were fallen into, then thrown across the field, back and forth. Master became boy, then Sir again, kneeling one moment and then towering over the next.
It was wild, and we both enjoyed the sudden changes in energy and flow. All that happened was an amazing exchange of power and energy, no masturbation, no ejaculation, just pure, raw energy that built up, overheated, turned down again, burned brightly once more, again flying low, then one final intense burst until it all flowed peacefully and we lay together on the bed in gear.
Play Safe my leather brothers and sisters.
A friend I have been talking to online had come to California on business and was in the neighborhood and I had invited him to hang out for a while. We had a nice conversation, and my friend mentioned that he feels that I'm "on the fence" between sub and Dom. I said that I was a natural sub, as I enjoy submitting and serving under the right Sir and to my Master. However I have been feeling more and more dominant in the past few months, talking to submissive men online at length, some over the phone, and feeling a rush for dominant energy.
We talked some more and eventually he changed into his leather overalls and I into my leather jacket and pants and we showed them off, then we hugged and it went all downhill from there!
During the scene something very interesting happened. We swapped roles and the energy fluctuated very frequently. From a slow, low flame buildup of gentle hugging and caressing, to turbulent and passionate infernos of kissing and squeezing, gasping and sighing; the energy jumped all around the board. Roles were fallen into, then thrown across the field, back and forth. Master became boy, then Sir again, kneeling one moment and then towering over the next.
It was wild, and we both enjoyed the sudden changes in energy and flow. All that happened was an amazing exchange of power and energy, no masturbation, no ejaculation, just pure, raw energy that built up, overheated, turned down again, burned brightly once more, again flying low, then one final intense burst until it all flowed peacefully and we lay together on the bed in gear.
Play Safe my leather brothers and sisters.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
My Neoprene / Wetsuit Photoshoot
A new photographer friend of mine had come down from L.A. to do a small photoshoot with me that we had been talking about. He brought over a neoprene suit that he said he wanted me to try on and I was very eager to give it a go.
Neoprene is a soft, rubbery material that stretches but also firmly conforms easily. Putting on the wetsuit actually took some effort on my part, pulling the stretchy suit up and feeling it immediately tighten on my legs was an interesting feeling, much like zentai, only more intense and much thicker. There's a reason they called it "bodyglove"!
Wearing the wetsuit was a little hard, it constantly felt as if it was fighting me, forcing me to curl up into a ball, and just me standing up straight, moving around, and flexing my arms and legs required a minor effort. Also, over time the suit was keeping heat inside, suffocating me a little, as the design of a wetsuit is to allow inside and keep a thin layer of water against the skin in order to keep the wearer from freezing or getting uncomfortably cold. So when it came time to finally get me wet, as we were doing dry pictures first, I was more than eager to jump into the shower!
Now being wet and dry in neoprene are two different sensations, and they both feel wonderful. When wet you're not carrying around this chilly layer of damp with you, it stays warm and comfortable which I had to feel to believe. I only wish I had another wet man to hold close at that moment, it felt so interesting!
I had started to feel lightheaded during the shoot because my apartment had become stuffy and the fans weren't really doing much to alleviate it, so we stopped soon after the shower shots but I would definitely dive into neoprene again sometime!
Plus I can't wait to see those photos too!
Play Safe, guys.
Neoprene is a soft, rubbery material that stretches but also firmly conforms easily. Putting on the wetsuit actually took some effort on my part, pulling the stretchy suit up and feeling it immediately tighten on my legs was an interesting feeling, much like zentai, only more intense and much thicker. There's a reason they called it "bodyglove"!
Wearing the wetsuit was a little hard, it constantly felt as if it was fighting me, forcing me to curl up into a ball, and just me standing up straight, moving around, and flexing my arms and legs required a minor effort. Also, over time the suit was keeping heat inside, suffocating me a little, as the design of a wetsuit is to allow inside and keep a thin layer of water against the skin in order to keep the wearer from freezing or getting uncomfortably cold. So when it came time to finally get me wet, as we were doing dry pictures first, I was more than eager to jump into the shower!
Now being wet and dry in neoprene are two different sensations, and they both feel wonderful. When wet you're not carrying around this chilly layer of damp with you, it stays warm and comfortable which I had to feel to believe. I only wish I had another wet man to hold close at that moment, it felt so interesting!
I had started to feel lightheaded during the shoot because my apartment had become stuffy and the fans weren't really doing much to alleviate it, so we stopped soon after the shower shots but I would definitely dive into neoprene again sometime!
Plus I can't wait to see those photos too!
Play Safe, guys.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
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:
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 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!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
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.
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.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
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!
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!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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.
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.
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