"Leather Men and Dogs"

Before I begin, I would like to thank everyone who helped make this evening an amazing success.

- The Mineshaft Bar on Broadway for hosting our event.
- The Crypt on Broadway for donating prizes.
- Skobar Photography for donating prizes and for the enjoyable photo shoot to help with flyers.
- Pup Cockpit for manning the raffle table, and donating a prize box of his own.
- Dino, Mr. Bullet Leather 2008, for all the help and advice.
- Paloma Ole for helping with the raffle tickets and inviting the Imperial Court to help sell tickets.
- Don Mike for being an awesome Emcee.
- DJ Dru Wave for providing the excellent music.
- The staff at Mineshaft for dressing in gear and being supportive.
- Vertis for helping with raffle tickets.
- Chewy for boot blacking.
- Sam, California Leather Sir 2012, for assistance with music.

And every leather man and woman, drag queen, puppy, and attendee at the event, without you there it wouldn't have been a party at all!

The event was an amazing success!  So many people came, and I was pleasantly surprised at the number of puppies who showed up.  I was expecting the two that promised to come, and I counted 5 or 6 who came along!  I also was very pleased to see men from San Diego and Los Angeles, including titleholders who all came out for the night!

Setting up the event wasn't a cakewalk, I had started it to be something like a simple party event.  I set a date and time, and expected to take things one at a time as they presented themselves, as I had never tried to put together an event before.  With each new venture through one door, expecting to only find one door on the other side, I was met with three to four new doors to open, fences to hop, and distances to run.  Jello shots, silent raffle, prizes, flyers, and then finding people to help with each task all made up these new obstacles and challenges to overcome.  Thankfully I have many friends who love and care about me, and whom I deeply appreciate to help me along my way.  Thank you.


The evening of the party, I walked down Broadway in boots, leather pants, a vest over my black shirt, medium blue handkerchief in my right back pocket, (more information on the hanky code can be found here) and swinging from my belt was my big, blue fox tail.  I wanted to attend my event as the real-life Leather Fetish Fox.  Entering the bar, my evening began, excitement and anxiety blurred the night, along with the moderate amount of alcohol that was consumed.

At first things seemed to be according to plan, everything was being set up, people were still arriving, and the bar was already attended by a good amount of people, a base crowd.  Things of course didn't start on time, but I had to learn that no event really ever does, but that it's a minor detail and in the grand scheme of things doesn't matter a whole lot at all.  As we waited for things to set in place, I wanted things to begin immediately, to get over the anxiety I was feeling, but my nervousness was getting in my own way and the words "Okay let's start." had become foreign and confusing.  A soft grip on my shoulders, a reminder to breathe, to have fun.  People who were needed and slated to do certain tasks weren't here yet, but I had to start without them, finding a quick replacement proved easy, and I noted to not be so terrified in the future.

Paloma introduced the evening, as well as Don Mike and the DJ.  Don Mike made an excellent Emcee, with his upbeat fun-loving attitude that softened his crass mouth. That's what I love about him!  He can be so super sweet and innocent, then you put him on stage and he swears like a sailor!  DJ Dru Wave played an excellent set, my dear friend who had just received his pup name, Pup Cockpit, manned (or rather, dogged) the raffle prize table, Sumner of the Mineshaft sold Jello shots in a leather studded collar (oh my god, the many beautiful things I would do to this sexy, sweet, and irresistible young man!), and Vertis and the two empresses of the Imperial Court who came along with Paloma helped sell raffle tickets, while Chewy blacked boots in the corner.

I could finally relax, the event was in motion, there was no stopping us now.  The only thing left to do was to just have fun, talk to people, and just breathe.  I was thrilled when I saw who showed up, titleholders, dear friends, and even my coworkers!  They were shocked and surprised at the whole scene, but they had a wonderful time nonetheless.  Of course, my Alpha Sir arrived, as his birthday is the same as mine, and I just love that fact about us.  He brought two boys of his own who also enjoyed the evening as well as him, which I couldn't be happier with.  I love watching him dominate and enjoy another boy, as it reminds me just how lucky I am to be dominated by him myself. Speaking of boys, I saw one of my own subs and good friends, Marc, there to give me support.  Seeing his handsome, smiling face and feeling his great tight hug added to the wonderful energy of the evening!

SlutBottom Chris, California Puppy 2012 and the handsome Kieron both came along as well, both very handsome and very sweet men in puppy mode, crawling around on the bar floor made the evening that much more enjoyable.

My co-workers arrived a little later in the evening, after I had a little to drink, and was more than relaxed, they loved how crazy the scene was and my tail.  I was actually surprised to see all of them, I wasn't expecting them all off of work at the same time.  The evening really served as a reminder as to how many people are willing to help me when I need it, and who is out there willing to support me.

At the end of the party, SlutBottom Chris came up to me and mentioned that we were heading out, and he was going to take me home himself.  Okay!  I said goodbyes and followed him, or rather was dragged out by him, either way I was enjoying it.  We met up with my friend Vonn and her friend who called himself "Spider".  He was a real cutie, woof!  As SB Chris dragged me away, I heard him call out that he wanted to tie me up sometime.  WOOF!...Damn it! Why didn't I give him my card?!  Ugh!

SB Chris then drove me home, and waited until I turned out my bedroom light to show him I was safely upstairs.  I love my puppy!  He's so wonderful!


I love you all so much, and thank you.

Play Safe.

Introduce Them Tenderly

Last week has indeed been very interesting.  I have been on both sides of the fence, as a helpless submissive, and now as a Mentoring Sir.

Now I don't feel I fit the projected role of an all-caps SIR, the one I fantasize to be an unfearing, animalistic, sadist with a leathered and choking grasp around his slave's neck.  (Yes that's an extreme, I am well aware, thank you.)  I like to think of myself as a Sensual Dominant.

A little backstory, first:

I met this boy at Califur 2011, what was first a playful, passing flirt in an elevator, turned into a boy eager to learn more about me, and the world I came from.  Boy A.  18 years-old and green as the grasses of the field, I saw a garden filled with potential.  I had him over one night, and I told him everything I could, so excited to be exposing this curious, eager mind to the beautiful world of fetishes and sexuality.  By sheer stroke of luck, my Alpha Sir was in the neighborhood, and when he inquired if I was available I eagerly answered yes!  This was meant to be!  Teaching a young mind about the world of fetishes and my mentor and Alpha Sir coming over!  More information!  More education!

I guess I became obsessed with teaching him, as Alpha Sir suggested I should put the textbook down and really look at boy A., and ask him what he wanted.  I was so caught up in making sure he was properly informed that I had neglected to look into his eyes and see a glimmer of lust. 

"What do you want to do?"

"Well, I kind of wanted to kiss you, if that's alright."

I didn't hesitate, and moved in to kiss him tenderly.  His lips felt grateful for it, and I was thankful as well.


Now, moving on to last week.

Boy A. and I met up at my apartment, talked for a good while, then headed out to dinner.  After our meal, I showed him The Crypt and educated him on what floggers were, and placed some pamphlets in his hand on the hanky code and safe fetish play procedures so he could read up on it later.  Heading back to my place we relaxed and the fun began.

Making sure he was comfortable, I asked if he would undress for me.  He did, and assured me it was what he wanted.  We stripped together, and I led him to the bed where we lay down and I held him and kissed him softly.

His skin is so soft, his lips so eager, he's so sweet and adorable.  A body well taken care of and something I would have ached to have at his age.  The intimacy continued, gently, slowly, our bodies resting comfortably upon my bed, eyes gazing softly.

His hand explored low, and I allowed him there.  He pleasured me well, kissing me, pleasing me until my peak and release.  Resting and dipping momentarily into unconsciousness, I lay there with him.  Then I returned the gift, tenderly kissing him, bringing him close, closer, more intimacy, more tenderness, and finally he climaxed.

As we lay there in the afterglow, he confessed to me that I was his first male sexual partner.

Wow.  I am someone's first.  I am very happy and honored to have this privilege.  I want to be his guide, his mentor, I want to make sure he's informed and educated, but also having the time of his life.

He's going to grow so well, I'm sure of it.


Play Safe.

Fierce Intensity

Last week I was graced with a visit from my Alpha Sir,  we met up at the Mineshaft and spent some time together, meeting a new face, and introducing me to the bartender.  Afterward we went over to the Paradise Piano Bar for a wonderful dinner.  Saying our farewells, Alpha Sir and I went back to my place and that's when my new experience began.


Stripped and naked, he gagged me in a bishop's head harness and bound me in a rope harness, but this time was much different.  He tied it very tightly, and bound my dick and balls.  This was something I had never experienced so intensely before, and so soon.  It hurt, very, very badly.  I begged through the gag as intelligibly as I could for him to release some of the pressure. 

He did not. 

It burned!  It rubbed me mercilessly with harsh fibers encircled around my helpless genitals, suffocating them of relief!  I begged, I howled in horrible suffering!  I couldn't stand up straight!  It hurt!  Alpha Sir finally held me from behind, and turned me to look in the mirror.  I saw myself, bound and helpless, and suffering horrible pain. 

"Breathe boy."

Oh god how I tried to breathe, every exhale was shuddered, I wept with frustration, I couldn't take it any more! 

"Don't you trust me boy?"

I trust you with my very life, Sir.

"Look at yourself boy."

I looked again, and I saw myself standing with my Alpha Sir, I shouldn't be complaining, I should be standing tall, against the pain and suffering.  Bearing it like a man.  Making my Alpha Sir proud of me, impressed with me.  Oh god did it hurt.  Eventually I started to take deep and flowing breaths.  Then he took me by my doorway, worked with the rope out of my vision and pulled.  I lifted a bit, he was tying me into a predicament position!  Oh shit, no.  Oh god!  My balls already ached, I had been screaming into the gag, and now I was forced to stand on the tips of my feet.  Completely at his mercy, he tortured me.  Biting and twisting my nipples, the pain was awful!  So much pain!  My balls ached and howled in agony, my nipples being tortured mercilessly, it was like a bondage hell. 

He was showing me the Sadist.  I have never met the Sadist before.  I have met the Tiger, the Tender, and now I have been introduced to the Sadist.  I am scared of the Sadist, but...in a small place in my fear, which I must be true to, I would still kneel before him willingly.  He will not hurt me.

As much as I was so thankful for being released, and as much as I wouldn't want to be tortured like that again...I know it is helping me grow, helping me become stronger, and I know that Alpha Sir gets off on it.  I offer my body to him to play with, because I trust him, and I love him as my Alpha Sir.  I do get off on it all, agony is hell, but it leads to a release...a new venture I must take in order to shove my horizons ever further.


Play Safe, respect your limits, and play with intensity with someone you trust deeply.

Thank you, Sir.

San Diego Pride 2011!

Last weekend was San Diego Pride, and I had one hell of a good time!

Friday

I arrived in San Diego via train from Union Station up in LA, and on my ride down I was joined by a young lady.  We got to talking and I mentioned my title of California Leather boy, and explained that as a titleholder I represented every man who identified as a leather boy in the entire state of California.  I also went on to describe what my experiences were like with the leather families out there, how the people were like everyone else, only the attitude towards sex was generally treated much more openly, and how comfortable it made me feel to be around them.  She seemed interested and I gave her my information and this blog's URL.  I asked her of course if she was comfortable reading my stories, and she responded that she finds this sort of thing interesting, and that she loves freaking out her room mate, hahaha!

Upon arriving in San Diego I was greeted by Sir M. who was dressed in full leather to meet me at the station, thank you sir.  We headed to his car where his boy D. was handcuffed and chained.  This was our first meeting, and he was just so cute all shackled and helpless. 

We stopped by Pleasures and Treasures, and the place had changed significantly since I had been there last for my Title contest.  There was erotic artwork up on the walls of the second floor, and very interesting black panels on the balcony of the second upstairs room which gave it an artsy modern look.  While there I met with Ida of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, who told me about the Veil of Shame project.  She took out a bland piece of fabric which had some messages scrawled all over it in various colors, and explained that the idea was that you write down anything that made you feel bad about yourself, whether it was something someone said to you, something you heard someone say to someone else that indirectly made you feel bad, and the Veil of Shame would absorb that negative energy from you.  Then later they would burn the Veil of Shame and all that accumulated negative energy would be released into the universe.

It made me cry every time she explained it.  I'm crying as I type this very sentence.

I took the opportunity and released negativity into the veil.  I didn't get to see them burn it, but it doesn't matter, I know that the veil is gone forever, and my negativity with it.

Thank you, Ida.

Upon being politely booted out as they closed for the night, we headed to Sir M's apartment and tied the boy down to the bed and proceeded to play with his helpless body.  Playing with his nipples, making him squirm and moan, at times I thought we may be going too far in twisting them with his loud moaning, but I was assured that he enjoyed every moment of it all.  Then, finally making the boy erupt, it was my turn.  His boy had a gentle soft touch, easing my body and melting my stress, he worked me quite nicely until I finally exploded, a burst of all my built up physical stress leaving me.


Saturday

After an enjoyable breakfast, Sir M., his boy, and I headed over to the Pride Parade grounds in order to meet up with the Fetish Men of San Diego group, and along the way we met up with Samuel (California Leather Sir 2012), Mike Russel, and his boy by pure chance.  We joined them in heading over to the parade grounds where we waited for the event to start.  Several hours later the parade began and we began marching.  Mama of Mama's Family, someone I'm only just starting to learn about sat in a decorated cart at the lead, which was drawn by a woman dressed in a silver bodysuit and pony gear. 
 
At first I was just having fun, walking down the streets of San Diego, keeping in formation, waving at people, then I started relaxing and letting myself go.  Feeding on the energy of the crowd, and my leather brothers and sisters, I started waving more even if it hurt my back (as I've thrown it out due to my nagging cough) I grit my teeth and kept waving, I was having too much fun to show, or acknowledge pain.

Like with all Pride Parades there were protesters, and at first I was simply going to ignore them, as I have been doing for years keeping to my idea that if you ignore someone obnoxious they will simply fuck off and try to annoy someone else until they become bored or someone punches their lights out.  However the parade came to one of its multiple halts and by pure chance we were stopped right in front of the protesters, who were kept at a distance behind metal fencing and police officers.  I glanced over and saw where we were, the energy of the parade and the fun I was having had awakened the little mischievous fox and he wanted to have a little fun.  I don't even remember who I spoke to, but I said to him "Hey look!  Haters!  Come here a sec!" and pulled him in for a nice, deep kiss.  Right in front of them.

My thoughts on this?  Well, what do you use to combat hate?  Love.  Show them they don't get to you, and you're more comfortable than anyone else, especially them, with who you are.

At the end of the parade route we reached the park and the march dissipated, people went their separate ways, and it was a fun confusing mix of cheerleaders, drag queens, leather men, and even tribal-dressed dancers.  At this point I had no idea where anyone was, and since we never really made a specific point to meet up at afterward, I headed off to where the festival was to meet back up with Sir M. and boy D.  The line at the front gate was a mile long, and when Sir M. and his boy arrived it had gotten longer.  Sir M. mentioned he saw another entrance and sure enough, after following the wall of the festival, we found a smaller, lesser-known gate where they were taking tickets as well.

After enjoying the festival for a while, we took lunch to Sunset Cliffs, enjoyed the sea view, and then headed back to Sir M.'s apartment where he stripped and bound both myself and boy D. to the bed and left us to enjoy each other while he made plans for dinner.  (Sir M. was within earshot at all times.) The exhaustion from the parade and the day had started to reach me, I faded in and out of consciousness. I was so comfortable, one hand bound to the bed, the other handcuffed to boy D., legs restrained at the foot of the bed.  What better way to take a nap, am I right?  Eventually Sir M. returned and toyed with me, teased me, and I released once more.

Later we joined Sir M. and his boyfriend for a light dinner, then returned to the apartment.  After talking a little, both boy D. and I were ordered into our wrestling singlets, and both Sir M. and his boyfriend donned theirs.  We paired off, Sir M. took me on the futon, while his boyfriend led boy D. into the bedroom.  He teased me a while, but I was already so tired, I regretfully could not be any more fun and exciting than kissing and cuddling.


Sunday

The next day we returned to the festival and enjoyed it a little more, visiting the Leather Realm section, meeting up with other titleholders and friends, and I took the opportunity to grab a few pictures with some very handsome and well-built young men who were selling water and sodas in the middle of the festival street.  When you see an opportunity like that, you just have to grab it, otherwise you'll think back and wonder why you never did.

The weekend was very enjoyable, and I am thankful for the positive experiences and for all of the hard work everyone put forth to put it all together.


Thank You, and Play Safe.

Public Dungeon Etiquette

A recent trip to a play dungeon has shown me that a few people seem to be oblivious to, or just simply disregard the rules of dungeon etiquette.

For future reference here they are, please read them carefully.

1) Keep Quiet!

Do not speak while observing a scene, if you want to have a conversation then by all means have one - outside the play area.  Find the lobby and go talk there.  I'm really not interested in the conversation you're having when I'm being flogged by my Sir, or training a sub.  It rips me out of head space and can really ruin a guy's night.  A night that he or someone else has so graciously paid for!  So do us a favor,  shut the fuck up.

2) Do Not Touch!

This has, shockingly, actually happened to me once.  When I say shocking, I mean "You've got to be kidding me, people really are this rude?" shocking.  When you see a scene going on, DO NOT JOIN IN UNLESS SPECIFICALLY AND CLEARLY INVITED BY THE DOMINANT OF THE SCENE!  Do you realize just how creepy and violating it is to have some complete stranger coming into your scene without warning?  For example, one night I was playing with a Sir of mine and he had me down on a leather table working my body over, when suddenly some random guy comes up out of the darkness, and starts playing with my balls.  I was so caught off guard and forced into a mental corner that consisted of a mixture of helpless subspace, and utter disgust.  Who the fuck are you?  I don't know you!  Get the hell away from me!  If that doesn't ruin someone's night, I don't know what would.

Don't you EVER intrude on a scene!  Ever!  That's disgustingly rude!

3) Keep Your Distance!

Observing a scene is fine, it's really hot seeing two guys getting into it.  Sometimes they even appreciate an audience, as long as they stay more than an arm's length away from the scene that is.  You can really disrupt someone's head space when you're hovering over them.  A sub may and very likely will even feel threatened by someone standing so close when they are completely helpless and in the deepness of subspace.  My advice is to stay by the doorway, if the scene is in a big room, then imagine the dom is using a whip, and stay out of striking distance.

4) No Means No!

As with all play you should always ask if the person you're interested in would like to play.  Make your intentions clear, and leave nothing to assumption.  "Hey I wanted to let you know I find you really sexy, and wanted to see if you'd be interested in me tying you to the bondage chair over there." If the person refuses, politely leave them alone.  Don't hound them or try to break them down.  "I'm not interested." means "I'm not interested."  Get used to rejection, not everyone wants to play with everyone.  I've asked someone if they wanted to play, and I received a flat out "No."  I smiled, said "Understood, sorry to bother you." and moved on.  No big deal, the dungeon was filled with other guys and scenes to enjoy.  What's one guy?

5) Clean Up After Yourself!

This really irritates me, you're in a dungeon, the room you like the most is empty and you can't wait to play.  You step inside and...what is that?  Someone left a used condom on the fuck bench!  There's a cum spurt still on the St. Andrew's Cross!  Who left their god damn beer on the bondage table!?  What the fuck is wrong with you!?  Get in here and clean up after yourself!  That's not my job!  That's not the DM's job!  That's your responsibility as an adult to clean AND sanitize the play space after you've used it!  Throw away your condoms, wipe up your cum, and for the safety and health of everyone, use the spermicide cleaner provided by the dungeon (if they don't, demand that they DO) and wipe down everything you used and everything you didn't use!  Who knows what kind of infections may be swimming in that cum puddle?!  You want Chlamydia?  I sure as hell don't!  Wipe it down, soldier!  NOW!



Now I'm a really easy-going guy, and I'm not usually this angry or adamant about things, however I find these rules to be very important and I hope I have made myself absolutely clear on how critical they are. I can understand being new to a dungeon and all, but all dungeons should always have their rules posted somewhere, usually near the front or inside where people can see them.  Newbies, please read the rules, twice.  It's also especially irritating when a regular and frequent visitor to a dungeon is breaking these rules because not only should they know better, they should also be setting a better example for the newcomers.




Play Safe, and Be Considerate.

My First Time in San Francisco

This past weekend was a very enjoyable and wonderful experience.

My very dear friend, the Canadian Soldier, took me up to San Francisco where I met Sir K. of the San Francisco K-9 Unit.  The flight up there was an experience in itself.  As I watched the world fall away from us as we lifted into the air, I was filled with a sense of awe and admiration.

Everything became so small, our cities, our structures, the grandest stadium of great size and pride became nothing but a trifling plaything.  The cars and people were like forgotten ideas and thoughts, in your mind for no longer than a moment before vanishing again from memory.  This view filled me with a sense of understanding of just how tiny we really are in this world, how all of our petty human squabbles are trivial and silly, from rudeness to politics, it's all so...small and insignificant.

When we landed Sir K. met us and showed us through the San Francisco airport.  We quickly boarded the rapid transit car and, already succumbing to the effects of the Benadryl I had taken, I was urged to rest.  I had been battling a cough since the weekend of my contest in San Diego, and a nap was sounding divine at that moment.  Sir K. took that opportunity to take pictures, later sending them to me saying "You look so adorable when you're asleep!"

Thank you, Sir.  I'm flattered, I had no idea I could still look attractive whilst under medicated influence.

Upon reaching our destination we were picked up by Master R. the head of the leather family, and driven to the house of Sir D.  After unloading our bags and sitting down for supper, I was asked by Sir K. if I had any problem with nudity in the house.  I answered that I had no objection to nudity in a household whatsoever; in fact I found the idea quite different and refreshing.  

"Good! There will be plenty of nudity in this house and I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with that."

  I was also introduced to spunky, Wolf, and a visiting friend of theirs who was referred to as "sextoy".  After dinner, I was lent a rubber one piece and Sir K. asked if I enjoyed gas masks at all, I replied that I was a huge fan and to my delight, was given a selection of three beautiful black masks to use for the events that would unfold that evening.  I chose either an English or a Turkish gas mask, I cannot remember the country of origin, but I enjoyed it nonetheless! 

The attraction of gas masks to me is the mystery of who is wearing this heavy, intimidating, black mask.  Their face is hidden behind a shield of dark, merciless rubber, like a soldier of sinister nightmares.  You can only look into their eyes, staring into you from behind shields of clear plastic.  Wearing one, I feel safe, secure, inside a little head bubble.  My breath echoes inside as I gaze out the plastic windows, my vision limited to two orbs, framed by darkness.

Sir K. took the liberty of lubricating me so I could slide into the rubber one piece.  Being a fan of sensuality he took his time rubbing the lube on my chest, my legs, and my back.  Sliding into the rubber, I felt it grip my body like a sexual glove, much like my neoprene experience, but rubber is much thinner and more delicate, requiring more care.  I pulled on my engineer boots and I felt something like a messenger from the underworld, I probably looked like one too, and I like that thought very much!

I was led down to the basement where I was shown into the dungeon, a small but well equipped space with a sling, a fuckbench, porn on the tv set, and the walls were plastered with sexy images of men in and out of leather.  My friend Sir C. was already playing with Wolfie and sextoy, and I was introduced to the group play.  I was somewhat tired from coughing so much during the day, and the medicine had left me weary, but I wanted to play.  It felt wonderful being between Sir K. and sextoy, holding sextoy against my rubber suit and slowly rubbing his light hairy chest, I wanted him badly the more I played with him.  Sir K. was very sensual, gentle, and touched the right places, his voice in my ear.

Sir K. then slowly led me over to the sling and asked if I had ever been in one before.  I hadn't yet, and was looking forward to being in one, this one looked very comfortable.  I was told to lay back and put my boots in the stirrups, when I did so, I felt very comfortable and could see why these were so popular.  I relaxed into it, Sir K. playing with me, my gaze drifting over to the three men intertwined in play on the floor, the grunts and growling of men in deep play rising into the air.  Sir K. had been edging me, bringing me close to final release, then denying me, plunging me into sexual frustration, the heat rising in my rubber suit and mask.  Soon the heat became too much, I asked Sir K. if he could remove the mask, as I had submerged in a mix of subspace, heat exhaustion, and weariness.  The mask came off and he said to lay back and relax.

I reached a catharsis at one point, I cannot remember if it was before or after the mask came off, but I remember Sir K. telling me to relax, to go inside my head.  That's when I saw something, a vision of some kind.  It was beautiful and so very peaceful and vivid.  

 I saw a burning burst of fire growing from a spark in the distance until it filled my entire field of vision.  I then saw myself stand up in front of it.  I was wearing my leather vest, my leather pants, and my engineer boots, there was a look of fierce determination on my face.  The fire faded into darkness, and then I saw myself standing upon a cliff overlooking a gorgeous stretch of beach.  The sand was clean and white leading into crystal clear, blue waters that calmly lapped upon the shore.  The sand led into the land which was covered by lush green grass, reaching into the island itself dotted by palm trees and a steep rise into a sheer mountain wall, which was carpeted by the same lush green.  This was My Paradise, my place of peace and balance.  Then my point of view turned, and I saw myself from the other side of the cliff, and behind me were throngs of men.  Some crouching, some standing, some suspended in the air, and I was at the lead.  I was leading them.  

Sir K. asked me what I saw, and I told him.  I told him I wanted to lead them into My Paradise, that "I want to lead them all into the light."

Afterward I was extremely tired, in a daze, Sir K. told me to go upstairs and write in my journal, then go to bed.

The next day was filled with much joy, as we spent the day at the Six Flags Discovery Kingdom in Vallejo.  I was introduced to the members of the San Francisco K-9 Unit, a group of pups, dogs, Alphas, and more.  These men were just full of fun pup energy!  Imagine a pack of men, ages 26-50+, walking around a theme park, some with collars and  bone pattern handkerchiefs in their back pockets,  occasionally barking, growling, and howling.  That's what my day was like, and it was the most fun I have ever had at a theme park.  Ever.  

Certain rides were too intense for me for several reasons, one I'm not a fan of rides where I think I'm going to die, and two I wasn't at 100% so I wanted to take it easy.  At these rides I offered to hold their bags and miscellaneous stuff.  Being the bag boy was part of my Titleholder duties of serving the community anyway, right?  In any case I was more than happy to help out, and it was great seeing their thrilled and happy faces as they came off the extreme rides.

On one ride we went on, Monsoon Falls, Sir K. said something to the ride operator and she announced over the loudspeaker "Let's give a shout out to the San Francisco K-9 Unit!" to which we responded with an uproar of howling and barking, most likely thoroughly freaking out the rest of the people in line!  When we were returning from the ride, the operator said "Please keep all paws and tails inside the ride until you come to a complete stop!"  She was awesome and such a great sport.

At one point in the middle of the day, I was walking with the pack and I had something close to an epiphany.  My heart brimmed over with joy and I began to tear up.  I said to Sir K.  "I just realized something wonderful, sir."  He looked at me and said "Oh?  What is it, boy?"  I smiled wider.  "I just realized that this is something that I've always wanted for a long time, but forgot that I wanted it because I didn't think it would ever happen."  He continued to listen.  "I'm walking around a theme park, having the time of my life, with a large group of my friends."  He then asked, "Are you happy, boy?"  I replied with a tear rolling down my cheek, "Yes, sir!  I am very happy and very grateful."

Later on in the day we were passing through a section of the park and "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" came on the sound system, the entire pack and I began to howl and bark along with the chorus, people stared, people laughed, I was having way too much fun to really give a damn about what anyone else thought, I was safe inside my new pack of friends.

When the day came to an end, we said our farewells and parted ways, some of us staying together to eat dinner that evening, and all of us very happy to have met each other and share a day filled with such wonderful thrills.

During my weekend up in San Francisco, Sir K. and the pack were all so very accommodating and concerned with my well being.  I admit, I was pushing myself very hard just being there with my cough and I did get a sunburn, and Sir. K and Wolfie as well as the other members of the K-9 Unit were very caring and sweet, offering me advice and taking excellent care of me.

My dear friends, I am so thankful and grateful for your love and care.  Thank you so much, I love you all.  I will see you again, hopefully at Dore Alley and Folsom!

Play Safe.

The Rodeo Cowboy

The other evening I had the pleasure of visiting my dear friend the Canadian Soldier who put me in firefighter gear the last time we played.  Things started with me being cuffed in leather restraints and gagged with a thick face mask with an oral tube gag.

As I lay on the floor, arms above my head, relaxing into the restraints, I heard him return.  My eyes went upward and were met with him in a sexy white stetson, a long sleeve button down shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of the hottest dark brown pointed cowboy boots I've ever seen.  My eyes widened and my pants tightened, I grunted my admiration for the cowboy who stood towering over me.

He slowly drew up his leg and placed a boot on my crotch, his blue eyes staring into mine, the pressure on my groin made me groan and thank him endlessly.  His gaze didn't waver, he stared directly into my eyes, firm and unflinching. 

I love being stomped, having a man gently (the important keyword is GENTLY here, you can do serious damage if you're not careful) put his thick, heavy boot on my crotch, slowly grinding it downward, dominating me, crushing me into the floor under his feet.  It's one of the ultimate forms of dominance and submission in my mind.  Especially if he's standing, towering over you, as I love looking up at a man who has his foot on my dick.

He gingerly switched booted feet, crushing me with each one, much to my appreciation.  Sometimes teasing me, dangling his foot over my face as I forced myself to behave and remain flat on the floor, if I bent upward, eager to have the boot leather brush my cheek, he would pull upward out of my reach, and punish me by taking his time in meeting the sexy sole with my face.

He knelt down, lips so close to my face, I strained within myself, I wanted his kiss so badly, so very, very badly!  It took everything not to sit upward, I knew it would simply prolong this wonderful suffering.  His lips met with the leather barrier and I squirmed with frustration!  Damn it!  Damn it! I want his gentle lips on mine! Curse this gag!

The beautiful torture continued, the kiss so close but so far away, the boots on my crotch, that beautiful gaze into my thankful eyes.  He then stood up and left the room, leaving me to squirm on the floor, aching for him to return.  When the handsome cowboy did return, he held a pair of black cowboy boots and a trophy.  He dangled the black boots one at a time over my groin, I trembled.  He let one drop and it landed right on target.  Urgh! Thank you, Sir!  I struggled to keep it on my body, not letting it touch the floor.  He held the second higher, it swayed in the air and I kept my eyes on it, glancing only once at his eyes.  They were serious.  He let go.

...and caught it again.

He then dropped it at a lower height and I thanked him after it hit me.  He placed the trophy on the table and then fitted my feet with the boots.  He then placed the trophy on my chest and said, "I was wearing this hat, and these boots when I won that trophy in the rodeo."

I gazed at the trophy now balanced on my chest, then at the hat that adorned his head, then at the brown sexy boots whose soles were mere inches from my face, thoughts of him riding a bucking, angry beast flowed into my head.  The adoration filled me to the brim and tears welled in my eyes.  I was at the feet of a sexy, masculine, clean cut rodeo star.

He placed his hat upon my face and I breathed deeply, taking in what little scent I could, until he took it away again.  He then took the boots off of my feet, stripped me of my clothes and ordered me on my knees.  He then ordered me to clean his boots and I got to work immediately.  Taking in the scent, the color, the flavor of these masculine, crotch-crushing, sand-kicking, rib-poking boots with deep appreciation.  He asked me if I wanted to cum on his boots, to which I said "If that is what you want, Sir, I would be very happy to."  he ordered me to cum within two minutes.  I began to masturbate as fast as I dared, the boots, the jeans, being on my knees in front of a sexy rodeo trophy winner, it was just so wonderful!  The heat was starting to get to me, I could feel that my orgasm was so far away, and just as it was starting to creep forward, a firm hand shoved my forehead back and a gruff voice said "Nope.  I've changed my mind."

Damn it!

Soon he got up from his chair, and vanished into his bedroom, I waited there on my knees, in nothing but the leather wrist restraints, eager for my cowboy to return.

When he reappeared my heart sank a little, as my cowboy was gone, but I hope to see him once more. 

After all, I still have to help him practice his lasso skills.


Play Safe.

California Leather Sir, boy, Bootblack and Puppy 2012 Contest

My god, what a weekend.

Friday:

My good friend Dino picked me up in the afternoon and we headed down to San Diego, where we met up with my other friend Michael who was very generous to open his home to me for the weekend.  Dino and I quickly changed and headed back out to the VIP party held at Sir Tom's house.  We arrived fairly early and were of the first guests.  We met the judges, Tom Dickerson, Anthony Rollar (Mr. San Diego Leather 2010), Lance Holman (Mr. San Francisco Leather 2010), Rick Russel (Mr. Bolt Leather 2009), Karen Yew (Ms. San Diego leather 2004), Red Warrior (International Community Bootblack 2010), and Boy T.C. (Southern California Leatherboy 2007) the other contestants, Sam, Brit, Slutbottom Chris, and Zigzag, and our Den Daddy Anthony as well as Shawn (California Leather boy 2010). 

 After the party we all headed out to regroup at The Eagle bar where we mingled and greeted before Anthony urged us to get an early night for Saturday.  Following his advice, I went home with Michael and we went to bed.

 Saturday:

Michael drove me and my gear to Queen Bee's, and we met with Tom and the other contestants but the center was closed.  Unfortunately there must have been a miscommunication, so we headed over to a nearby diner and after a nice breakfast, compliments of Tom, we headed down to Pleasures and Treasures to prepare for our interviews and to practice our fantasy scenes.  The new location had just opened, so everything was crisp and new.  The store itself was very clean and well organized, plus the staff were so accommodating and friendly.  Dino and I went into the back utility room to practice the ideas of our fantasy scene, this year's theme was "Locker Room Fantasy" and Dino and I had been bouncing ideas off of each other.  It took about 15 minutes to get the main idea down, and we were ready.

When it came time to go in for my interview, I dressed in my cowboy boots, jeans, a white shirt with a gas masked duo by Luis Skobar, and my leather vest.  After walking upstairs and reaching the room partition, Lance asked me "Are you prepared for your interview?" to which my mind immediately hit the RESET button, and I looked to him and said, "Well I was before you asked that, Sir."

This interview was both similar and very different from my last interview for Mr. Long Beach Leather, the questions were more personal, I felt a lot of them made me really dig back in my head to frantically ferret out my answer.  One of which I was asked of Red Warrior, "What is the difference between a slave and a boy?"  my original answer was deflected and dissolved right before my ears, my logic was completely flawed and I had no answer to it.  I requested to rethink my answer and give it to her later, to which she agreed.  (Later I did find my answer, and returned it to her.)  As the interview went onward, the room was becoming slightly smaller, slightly warmer, I felt beads of sweat on my forehead, and I caught myself nearly crushing my own hands behind my back several times.  When it was finished, leaving the room was like opening the door to a sauna of anxiety, I began to tear up as the stress released itself from my chest and out my eyes.  Lunch was brought up, again donated generously by Tom, and I grabbed a plate.  However everyone seemed to choose that exact moment to introduce me to someone, or ask me a question pertaining to this or that.  I really, really just wanted to flush my head of all my stress and eat so badly at that one second.

After lunch, Shawn said we should have some boy-boy time together, talking about the contest and clearing up any concerns I had.  We walked from Pleasures and Treasures over to Queen Bee's, talking about how the contest emerged out of Drummer Magazine, and the history pertaining to it.

Arriving at Queen Bee's, I gathered my gear from Dino's car and was hurried backstage to set up.
Jagermeister had generously donated costumes for the opening number as a sponsor of the event. We were given hats, polos, wristbands and...really skimpy thongs.  I opened mine out of its plastic wrap and took a good look at it.  It was...very small.  I looked at Sam and Brit who were already wearing theirs, and then back at the front of mine.  It had glitter too.  I tried it on and was alarmed when it wouldn't go any higher.  I looked behind me and asked some friends of Chris "Is it supposed to just stop there?" I tried fanning out the rear as much as possible, Brit called over "Just yank it up! Accept it!".  Sam came over, and before I could react, did it for me.

I knew I had to be blushing, I had never worn a thong before, but then words echoed in my head from a conversation I had overheard earlier in the day.  "This is a player's contest, a leather man needs to feel comfortable in his own skin, if you don't feel comfortable in your own skin, then what are you doing here?"  I sucked it up and looked at myself again, I had to wear the thong anyway as part of the number, there was no going around that fact.  I needed to own it.  Then one of Chris' friends piped up.  "You have a great ass, and believe me I know a good ass when I see it."

Thank you!

Our Den Daddy Anthony and Boy Vince had set up boot blacking our many pairs of boots, bringing them to a beautiful sheen, thank you so much guys!  They came out great!  After a quick rehearsal of the opening number, we sat backstage and waited.  Up until that point I was fine, the contest wasn't bothering me at all, I was coasting gently through each hurdle as they appeared, and the other contestants didn't seem fazed either.  One thing was bothering me though.  The interview had left a grain of doubt in the folds of my brain and it was scratching the ever living hell out of my mind.

Now I forgot to mention, prior to this weekend I fell ill with a small cold.  I was so angry at it I did everything I could to stop it.  From drowning myself in orange juice, to sucking down zinc drop after zinc drop, to even looking at myself in the mirror and screaming "NUH-UH! NOT NOW! THIS IS MY HOUSE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT!"  It worked, as my cold dissolved within three days, however I did have what I think was a hallucination dream at one point, lots of colored shapes like jellybeans on a black background.  Before leaving me, the cold gave me whacked out dreams, hazed the line between reality and fantasy, stole my voice, and finally crawled into microscopic oblivion but not before cursing me with a lingering cough that is actually still plaguing me tonight.

Couple all of that with this grain of doubt that had now rubbed my mind and spirit raw, thankfully Dino came by and urged me to join him on a walk.  We walked across the street and sat down, we had a short heart-to-heart and I ended up breaking down in tears.  This was an enormous relief and left me with a serene numbness that I so badly needed.  I recalled the people who urged me to run, and reminded myself that they wouldn't have done so if they didn't think that I could do it, they wouldn't have done so if they didn't want me to do it.  When we made it back we sat down in the back patio and had a conversation with another titleholding leather man.  Unfortunately I could not recall his name, but he invited us to a play party for the 4th of July weekend.  Heading in, it was time to suit up and get ready.

We lined up in our Jagermeister gear first.  Hats, polos, wristbands, jeans, and boots.  Sam, Dino, myself, Brit, Chris, and Zigzag and walked out on stage.  Sam took the lead and descended the stairs, followed by Dino, then myself.  We walked out into the center of the audience and then curved around and back to the stage stairs where we ducked behind the curtain, ripped off our clothing as fast as possible to our boots and thongs, whipped a white towel around our waists and lined back up for the second number. 

Go time.  We walked out into a fogged stage, each of us reaching the head of the stage and taking off the towel when we reached the stairs, and walking the gauntlet once more, now to even more hooting and hollering.  Backstage once more, we changed to our jocks and were introduced by category.  Sirs first, then their 90-second speeches, then my category was introduced, followed by a mishap where the puppies went on next, but my speech followed.

I spoke out about how I identified as a boy, how I enjoyed submission, making others happy and how it felt to me when a dom says the words "Good boy" to me.  It means I have pleased them, done my job correctly.  I ended it there, I wanted to keep it short and to the point, and I had already gotten my point across.

Walking off stage I went to get ready for my fantasy with Dino when I noticed Brit's knees were bleeding.  He had decided to forgo his knee pads for the Puppy stamina number and ended up skinning them as a result.  I grabbed a paper towel and cleaned them up as best I could, the wounds healed fairly quickly which was great.  The intermission was a nice breather space, letting me get dressed in the calm before the puppies went and shared their own speeches.  I wasn't able to hear any of them due to being backstage coupled with the noise, which was frustrating as I really wanted a closer personal look into the Puppy world. 

After the speeches it came time for the fantasies, Sam and Brit went out first with a very intense fighting scene, which Sam ended by whipping out a fake dick and "pissing" all over Brit.  Needless to say the crowd loved it.  Next it came time for Dino and I to go out. 

The music we chose was "The Beginning" by DJ Krush, I walked out on stage in nothing but my towel, combat boots, red jock strap and some knee pads I quickly borrowed from Brit.  I sat down on the chair out on stage and started to towel myself off before Dino approached me as the football player and forced me to his cleats.  He pulled me up and along his body before his eyes met mine.  They were frighteningly intense, I had never seen them like that before.  If it wasn't just a stage act I would have probably been scared out of my mind.  He turned me around and directed my arms onto my head, he then lightly flogged me, then bent me down and "fisted" me, before grabbing both my arms behind my back with one hand and pushing me off stage.

As I walked backstage I felt a smile warm my face, I liked that.  It was fun.  My Alpha was absolutely right, I am an exhibitionist.

After my fantasy was the Puppy Play portion, I only saw bits and pieces of each one but it was very interesting, and cute in a dark "Ohhh, baaaad dog!" sort of way.







Finally after one final costume change we were marched out one last time to announce the winners.

- Dino won 1st Runner up for California Leather Sir 2012.
- Sam won California Leather Sir 2012.
- I won California Leather boy 2012.

- Slutbottom Chris won California Puppy 2012.

Now to clear up any confusion, yes I did run against myself.  However that does not mean I am an automatic winner and take the title by default.  I must make an average of 70% or more of Judge's points before I am awarded the title.  Besides, I wouldn't feel as if I earned the title anyway if I just won it by default. 

As California Leather boy, I represent all leather boys within the state, and it is my duty to train my puppy as well as, from what I have been told, forge a set of new social traditions and rules likened to Old Guard but for Leather boys and puppies.

As the contest ended, we were rushed to pack our gear and leave, but not before some random guy with a camera man popped in and asked us to do a shout out for a documentary called Kink Crusaders in Philadelphia.  Weary and disoriented from the great emotional event I had just been through with my cough entering its aggressive night phase, I walked with Slutbottom Chris and a group of his friends to The Eagle, one of whom, Jae, took very good care of me! Grabbing my bags and putting them in the van, checking on me every step of the way, running to get me juice, nuts and anything I needed as I was a right mess by the time we reached the bar. My cough had gradually worn me down over the weekend, adding in contest exhaustion, and quite frankly if anyone had offered me any more water I would have dumped the bottle all over everyone including myself within arm's length, started crying and laughing hysterically before passing out in the street! I had to be the guy with the cleanest bladder there!  However after the juice, vitamin water, and mixed nuts, plus a good sit down and a laugh or two I was good for another hour.


We were congratulated once again on stage at The Eagle, I mingled for a little before heading outside and eventually meeting up with Ian Bin (Mr. Long Beach Leather 2011), Dino, Michael (Mr. Long Beach Leather 2010 Alex Kitay's Sir) and my friend and dom, Michael.  Before heading home, Jae went and brought back all three of my bags from the van by herself, I felt awful when I saw her lugging all my heavy gear on her own, and I couldn't be more thankful for all the help she gave me that night.

It wasn't until I returned to Michael's apartment that I realized just how massive my title was.  When I finally took a good look at the medal that was around my neck, my eyes wandered to the massive poster of California on Michael's wall.  For this full year, I represent each and every single man who identifies as a leather boy in this entire state.  Looking up at the poster made me feel small, I was now a titleholder who represented a tremendous amount of people.


 I will be myself, I will not be someone else.

Sunday:

I woke up with Michael and we walked down to a restaurant called Brian's for breakfast, then came back to the apartment and played a little bit.  After the events of Saturday, I really needed to submit, be chained down, and given some tender love by a man in uniform, followed by a beautiful release.

After the afterglow had subsided and I was released, we went into the living room and watched "Idiocracy" with his prisoner guest who had been chained up the entire weekend I was there.  After the movie I packed my gear and dressed for the cigar beer bust at Redwing.  After we dropped Michael's prisoner off at the airport, we headed to the victory bust and met up with the others.  Once there a Jagermeister boy gave us some fun swag and he was also responsible for setting us up with our costumes for the opening act, so I gave him a proper hug thank you.  I also noticed he had a black Jagermeister handkerchief in his left pocket (which flags "S&M - top") so I had to wonder if it was simply promotional or was he really serious.  I made a mental note to see if he knew what flagging meant, but later I lost sight of his handsome face and the chance was lost.

We were introduced once more as the winners, we were given a VERY generous gift of a private photo shoot by our Den Daddy, Anthony who did an amazing job keeping us prepped and ready for our contest, as well as taking such wonderful care of me and my cough. We also received a disc of the photos from the contest, a guest pass to Slammer, and a gift card to The Crypt.  I was also given a very nice little leather journal, which I'm still trying to think of what exactly I want to use for.  I was told I should use it to record my title year, and I think that would be a good idea.

Later on after mingling and conversing I had dinner with Michael in the bar, as the cigar smoke was starting to get to me.  After which we gathered up and left to meet Dino at a bar called Numbers where a Drag Queen competition was just finishing up.  We said our goodbyes and Dino drove us home.



I'd like to take this time to thank the sponsors who donated and helped make this possible:

Paradise Piano Bar (Long Beach)
World Famous Falcon (Long Beach)
The Crypt (Long Beach)
Jagermeister
Queen Bee's (San Diego)
The Eagle (San Diego)
Redwing Bar and Grill (San Diego)
Pleasures and Treasures (San Diego)

Thank everyone who made this possible.

Thank you Tom for opening your home to us, bringing us food, and keeping us on the ball throughout the contest.

Thank you Anthony, for polishing my boots, bringing me medicine, and taking care of me.  I deeply appreciate that.

Thank you Michael for opening your home and bed to me, and taking care of me as I coughed through the nights I spent with you.  Thank you for the meals you treated me to, they were delicious.  Thank you for driving me and my gear around San Diego.

Thank you Dino, without you I never would have made it to San Diego in the first place, nor would I have made it back home.

Thank you everyone who came out to see us and to those who support us!  We love you!

Play Safe.

The Long Fetish Weekend

Friday
 
  Everything started when I arrived at the train station to meet Sir J and my newest friend, Sir M.  We picked up a quick dinner, and headed back to Sir J's home where we enjoyed our meal, and geared up to join the Soca Bondage Club which was already in progress.  Once there, I was asked by Sir J if I wished to wander or to play immediately.  Already excited and eager, I answered with the latter and was quickly changed out of my leather shirt, pants, and boots, and into a bishop head harness and collar.  I was led by rope lead into the darkened hallway, keeping my eyes on Sir J, only glancing briefly into the red Japanese themed room where a man in a rubber apron and gas mask waited alone upon the bondage table.  We entered what I would consider (from personal observation) the least popular room, jokingly referred to as "the straight room" or "the tea room" where Sir J ordered my eyes shut and my hands on a small wooden pedestal.  He then proceeded to spank me, a kink I don't really hold favor for as a submissive.  Little did I know what he had in mind.

    My ass was slapped lightly, then slowly subjected to fiercer and fiercer blows as I thanked my Sir for each one until I yelled out "Yellow, Sir! Please, Sir!" (Yellow is the basic safety word for "Please ease up! This is starting to go too far for my limits!" Think of a traffic light, green is "Go." Yellow is "Caution." Red is "STOP.") He eased up ever so slightly, but plateaued, keeping me on the edge.  I yelped and gasped in pain, it hurt badly! I had to grit my teeth and bear it!  What horrible punishment awaited me if I did not?!  He finally eased off and I thanked my good fortune...until he began again on my other ass cheek.

    Eventually he moved us out of the room, my head reeling, my ass sore, and into the hallway deeper back until we were around the corner and out of view, next to the door that lead into an office that wasn't part of the venue, but still physically connected to it.  He kissed me, worked me over, and to my dismay, began to spank me again.  It hurt, I roared! Growled! Snarled! Auuugh! Thank you, SIR!  Tears formed in my eyes, I trusted him, he knew what he was doing!  It hurt so bad!  At long last, when I thought I would collapse, he ceased.  I fell against him, I wanted to weep so much, but only a single tear balanced upon my eye.

"Such a good boy, I want to see you cry, it gets me off!  I want to push you into the Red!"

Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir!

I know he does not wish to hurt me, he would never, ever do that.  He has told me he wishes to push me, expand me, force me into the red to feel the flames of pain and to accept them.  This is how I grow, as each harsh experience will harden me for more.

Dazed and weak, I was led back into the main room.  I apologize, I cannot recall what happened immediately afterward.  I remember wandering back into the hallway later onward into the evening and within either the Medical Exam room or the Japanese Bondage room, seeing the sub I had admired once before, who was built like I imagine Adonis would be (if he were hairy like a bear), and his Dom, Sir Dk.  It was there that I saw my Alpha (formerly known as Master) giving him a hard good time, boldly kicking, punching, and striking his body.  I hid in the shadows, watching from afar with admiration.  Even further in the evening I witnessed both of them again, however my Alpha was tied to him, straitjacketed, grunting with pleasure as the Adonis rubbed his ass upon my Alpha's crotch.

My heart swelled, I was filled with joy being able to witness my Alpha so pleased and happy!  I stood there absorbing the sight before me, a man I bowed my head to with pride was bound and immobilized, struggling with pleasure with a man who was amazingly handsome, and I could feel no other emotions other than pride and joy.  What good fortune he has!

I was approached that evening by the gentleman who I had dominated the same night I first saw Adonis.  His soft face gently smiling, as he began to massage my body.  Hands skilled in therapy worked into releasing my pain, hidden between my joints and muscles.  I melted in his hands, kissed his face, thanking him deeply for his generosity and kindness.  However, when I asked him if he wished me to spank him as I had done so before, he politely declined, being a witness to my submissiveness earlier in the evening, he could not see me as dominant to him.  I understand.  All have their own, but I did feel disappointed that I could not return the favor of physical pleasure.

I recall also meeting the sub I was tied to the evening of my contest, whom I also shared some quality time with at the Long Beach Pride Leather Expo Tent.  We talked and wandered into the Throne Room where I proceeded to lightly caress him, hold him close, and tease his muscled chest ever so softly.  Seeing his eyes close in ecstasy made me want to do more to him, make him even happier, but he had informed me that his nipples, like my ass, were very sensitive and had been played with already that night.  Next time we meet, I plan to give him a work over.

Eventually the club came to a close and I went home with Sir M, back to Sir J's home.  Sir M was locked into the puppy cage downstairs after being chained and gagged, and I was ordered nude after being collared, and into Sir J's bed.

Saturday

Saturday morning I awoke and got out of bed.  Before I could enter the hall I met with Sir J who looked me over.

"You're walking..."

Yes, I was walking.  Wait, was I doing something wrong? I dropped to my hands and knees after remembering a discussion of being his houseboy for a future session, not being allowed on two feet, but I didn't chance challenging it.  His word was final.

"Good boy."

For the next few hours I would remain on my hands and knees, collared and nude.  I followed Sir J down into the basement dungeon and watched quietly from a distance on the stairs as he transferred Sir M from the puppy cage to the closet cell, chained him and kept him muzzled as he barked through the bishop head harness.  Sir J then motioned me to his feet and generously provided soft knee pads so my servitude would be comfortable.  Carpet is fine for a while, but tile floors can be very hard to deal with on ones knees.  I followed Sir J around the house, into the office where I lay on the floor while he worked on the computer.  I passed in and out of consciousness, lightly sleeping here and there until at one point I woke up and Sir J had left the room.  I looked to the book case and found a small TV set tuned to a live feed of the closet cell downstairs. 

This is how Sir J keeps an eye and ear on his prisoners, if they need anything, or if there is an emergency, Sir J will know immediately without having to be in the same room.  I highly recommend a closed-circuit video feed of any room like this, as it provides a watchful eye on a sub at all times.

Eventually I found myself downstairs once more, Sir M was released out of the closet cell and Sir J stripped him of everything but his collar.  I was ordered (to my delight) into Sir J's puppy cage.  I immediately thanked him, became comfortable on the padded floor and pillows, and snuggled up with the blanket Sir J provided for me.  I loved it, I felt safe and sound.  I watched as Sir M had entered puppy mode and was woofing and barking at Sir J until he brought out a rubber boot-shaped squeak toy.   Sir M and Sir J played around like a dog and master, Sir J would throw it and Sir M would fetch it, play tug-of-war, and Sir J would even pet and scratch him like he would a real dog, saying "Good boy!"  It was a very unique and new sight, at first it was amusing, then sweet.  At one point Sir M came up to me in the cage and offered the toy through the bars with his teeth.  I played along and gripped it in my own mouth, woofing back, tugging it, and generally having a good time.

I was let out of the cage in order to play properly, tossing the toy around the dungeon with our teeth, tugs of war, growling, barking, woofing, it was a new experience I can say that for sure.  However I would not say it resonated with me, even though it was somewhat fun I feel as if it was not for me, or rather I did not get as much pleasure out of it as Sir M and Sir J did.

After ordering us both into the pup cage, Sir J went upstairs and I was left all alone with Sir M.  His arms around my body as we snuggled together in the dark dungeon was a wonderful, warm, and tender experience.  We talked a while, our warm bodies so very close, skin against skin, protected by thick iron bars, and cushioned upon a bed pad, surrounded by implements of pleasurable torture.  It was so romantic.

As it was time for lunch, we were ordered upstairs and allowed on the furniture.  After our meal I excused myself to lie down, as I wasn't feeling very well, and crawled back inside the puppy cage for a nap.  When I awoke, a lot had transpired while I was asleep.  Sir M had Sir J locked inside the closet cell, in a straitjacket, blindfolded, and tied to the wall.  Sir M had donned his camo, boots, and hat, and opened my cage.  I then submitted to Sir M, his boot on my chest, my eyes wandering from the thick, black leather combat boot, to his camo uniformed legs, to his chest and finally to his handsome face.  I was so lucky, so very fortunate, to have such wonderful experiences as these.

He then ordered me into camo of my own, a white pattern set, which I put on immediately.  It felt wonderful, the cap a bit tight, but I felt amazing.  I will definitely be widening my wardrobe very soon the next visit I pay to an army surplus store.

Soon it was time to go and my close friend George picked me up to head over to L.A. Pride, where our friend Rich would be running for the Christopher Street West Title.  The festival itself was very enjoyable, lots of booths selling wares, services, novelties, and questionable festival food.  We arrived at Erotic City where I met up with many friends.  During the contest, I saw Rich in different sets of leather, including (much like my contest) a leather jockstrap. 

I was reminded of how far he has come as a man.  When I first met Rich, we were out in the back yard of George's house by the pool. I was in the water, George was in the hot tub, and Rich was shy but comfortable sitting out in the evening air wrapped up tight in a leather straitjacket.  He didn't say very much, probably because he was shy at first, but now he was in front of the leather family as well as plenty of drunk and obnoxious festival revelers, in nothing but a leather jockstrap, trading wit back and forth with the Emcee, Pup Don.

The contest went forth and even though Rich did not place, he hardly seemed phased, and I was ever the more proud of him.  He had gone up there and done it anyway.

It was a fine ending to a wonderful kinky, fetish weekend!

Play Safe.

A Tribute to Mr. Wong

Thank you.

Thank you for your wisdom, your kindness, your heart, your time, and your humor.

I did not know George for very long, I had only met with him a few times, I was introduced to George Wong by a very dear friend of mine in Rough Trade one night.  After we had left, my friend said to me, "Now that you know George Wong, you know everyone there is in the Leather World."

George was also my mentor for a brief period, he taught me a valuable lesson as a leather man and as someone who aimed to win a title.

"Let's say you've won the title, and you are now a titleholder.  You receive three invitations to three different events, all at the same time.  A leather event in Canada, a Lesbian conference in Texas, and a play party in San Francisco.  They all occur around the same time, so you can only choose to attend one.  Which one do you go to and why?"

I thought for a moment, and I asked "Is this a trick question?"  He simply answered "Just tell me which one you go to and why."

I answered "Well, I'd probably go to the leather event in Canada, in order to strengthen international bonds between fetish worlds."

He nodded and said "That was a good answer, and you're right it was a trick question. The answer I was looking for was 'Whichever event I committed to first.'"

A Leather Man, regardless if he is a titleholder or not, must always keep his commitments; if he makes a promise to attend an event, he must honor his word and be there.  I will remember that.

Thank you so very much, George.  I consider myself beyond fortunate to have met you and received your wisdom.  Good night, Sir.