Fetish of The Month 2012: January - Diaper Play

Good evening my dear kinky readers!

Tonight is special because it is the start of a brand new idea I had for my blog here at Adventures in Fetish!  

The FETISH OF THE MONTH!  

I wanted to do something regular for my blog and I thought a monthly installment of a specific fetish would be a fun way to keep a project during the year and progress my fetish and kink education at the same time.

To start 2012 off, I thought I’d investigate Diaper Play!  You know, New Year’s Baby and all, I thought it would fit pretty well.  Since I’ve never played in diapers myself, I gathered information from some very nice gentlemen around the internet who share this fetish who were willing to contribute to my blog, one man was even willing to submit his picture!  Thank you very much! I really appreciate it!

Now from what I understand, a common interest in diapers is the release of adulthood, and a return to a more simple time when we were all free from responsibility.  The return to infancy provides a level of emotional and mental comfort, a safe place for those who wear them.  As we grow up we graduate to underwear and pants, and gain new responsibilities of having to take care of ourselves.  My observation is that when diaper players wear a diaper, they regain that lost innocence and freedom once more, if only for a little while.

Now there is a difference between those who play with diapers and love diapers for what they are (diaper lovers) and those who wear diapers for age play (usually known as “littles” or “adult babies” (“Littles” can be a spectrum of ages where “adult babies” are simply infants)). 

One contributor had this to say about why he enjoyed diapers:

“I am not actually into age play, I am just a DL (diaper lover) as opposed to an AB (adult baby). There is a level of emotional comfort that comes with wearing a diaper and wetting it.....a sort of escape from the responsibilities that come with being an adult. That said, I am not the sort that requires much more than that in the way of escape. I never have any desire to crawl around on the floor or suck on a pacifier. Though, I do enjoy a very thick diaper, so I guess it is an odd in between area that I occupy.

Sexually, I like the thickness of the diapers, a large bulge covered in tight plastic, as well as the watersports aspect of the piss excites me. I am also in to sports cups, pvc, rubber, the like, so I guess that all sort of overlaps in a way.”

Another contributor explained his interest in diapers:

“I was introduced to diapers by meeting a really cute guy on line who was into diaper play. I never imagined I would have done it, but did it just cause he was cute and I wanted to hook up with him. It was so hot that I started checking out diaper web sites and the rest is history

It started off with the feel of the material and the crinkling sound but it has evolved into the warm wet feel of the pee in the diaper”

Here is another contributor’s story as to how he got started with diapers and how he feels about them:

 “Interest in diapers: My younger brother was a bedwetter well into his teens. He had to wear diapers to bed whenever we stayed overnight at a hotel, or relatives place. It is my belief that this extra attention triggered some latent need for them...and a bit of jealous. Was interested ever since, and first got to really try them around 18, and have been hooked ever since.

 Most erotic about diapers: From an erotic standpoint, well that would have to be the way they feel on my body, especially the way it feels against my peepee when they're wet.

 Enjoy most while diapered: Well, aside from playing with myself (naughty, I know), I think I enjoy watching movies/playing video games most in general. Though, really, the "most" must be playing with myself. -chuckles-“

I also asked what kind of fantasies they may have concerning diapers, and I received these two separate responses:

“My fantasy is to have my lil bro sitting in my lap with his diaper on. I feel his diaper warm up as he soaks it. We start to kiss. Eventually his diaper is so full that it leaks out all over me. That turns me on so much that I cut a hole in the back of his diaper and I slide my dick into the diaper and into him. My dick goes in and out while I feel the warm piss run over my balls and between my ass crack”

“Biggest fantasy scene: I'd have to say, coming home from school, work or whatever to find my boyfriend has transformed the room into a nursery, gotten rid of my underwear, and forces me back into diapers forever. ”

Now I also asked one contributor what he may want people to know about age or diaper play and here is my question with his response:

“> Is there anything else you'd like people to know about diaper play and age play? Do you get into age play? ”

Well, I know that many people who don't understand it, consider age play to be tantamount to pedophilia...or at least wish fulfillment for such thoughts. I want people to know that it is not, as a general rule any such thing.

There are, and always will be sick people in every group. But, in and of itself, age play is not about having sex with kids. Age play, is about reliving what it was, or felt like to be a child, toddler, or infant. There is a sexual aspect, true, but that's because people are sexual creatures, and those engaging in age play are sexually functional adults. So the "infant" may experience sexual sensations.

I have never managed to get into the Adult Baby side, mostly because I don't have a "Daddy" figure in my (diapered) life. I do have a Onesie (also known as a Diaper Shirt), and a pacifier. But the one is practical, and the pacifier is part of an oral fixation. One day, I do plan on at least experiencing age play once.

However, I want to point out: A line should be drawn in age play. The "Daddy" figure, should NEVER have sex with, or sexually stimulate, the "Toddler/Infant" figure in the relationship while they are engaging in age play. If they want to have sex, that's fine, as long as it's before or after they've finished with the age play. IMHO.”

The more I asked and learned about diaper play, the more I became intrigued, and before I knew it I found myself curious to try it out to see what the erotic draw about it might be and if I may share in this interest.  I have not yet experienced it as of this posting, but I hope to explore it for the sake of pushing my own boundaries and expanding my horizons.  Hey, you never know, I could like it!  That will definitely be a post for another evening!

Until then, dear readers, Play Safe.

Happy Kinky New Year!

I hope everyone had a beautiful and enjoyable New Year's celebration!  I recently returned from my visit down to San Diego where I spent the holiday with my boyfriend, Dizzy.

One of the best parts of getting off the train when I go to visit him is how he greets me, imagine a slim and sexy young man in a leather jacket, black punk-ish jeans, and tall boots running up to you, tackling you, and then picking you up and swinging you around in the air and you'll know how I was greeted on Friday night! I'm a huge romantic so this totally started my night off on the right booted foot, and after a long while without him, I started to tear up with joy.

From there, we made our way to the dungeon nearby and soon after entering I was asked if I could help a friend of his learn how to flog by being the target.  I gladly accepted the chance to help another person practice, and was bound to the St. Andrew's cross where Dizzy and a few other dungeon members helped instruct.  After the tutorial Dizzy proceeded to rub a rabbit pelt on my bare skin.  It felt so wonderfully soft and sensual, and sent me to a nice light headspace.

We didn't stay very long afterward, the leather went back on and we shared a cab ride home with his friend who had just practiced on my backside.  After dropping the bags, I gave Dizzy his New Year's gift, a bottle of Cask & Cream Original Temptation Cream Liquor and a pan of white chocolate fudge that I had made.  The liquor was poured and I shared a nice intimate drink with him, the rest of the evening becomes a blur, however we did wake up in each others arms the next morning.  Only the best place in my opinion, doesn't matter where, as long as I get to see the sun rise with this man in my embrace.

Saturday was spent spending time with Sir Michael and his guest, Mike.  They picked us up and we headed to a few military surplus stores where I picked up my first MRE pack.  I've heard of them tasting fairly good and I've always wanted to try one out myself.  After browsing sexy used and new uniforms, we made our way back to Sir Michael's apartment where he proceeded to hogtie me in cuffs and belts much to my pleasure.  Dizzy and Michael then took advantage of my helplessness and tickled me relentlessly!  After being sufficiently worn out, I was eventually released and Mike took us back to Dizzy's place where upon leaving the truck, he gifted me with another MRE.  A little gaming later and Dizzy and I couldn't wait until the count down, we headed upstairs and enjoyed the last play session of the year.


I always enjoy submitting to him, his handsome face looking down on me, his sexy smooth body, my arms around his waist, hands on his chest, my lips upon his as he deeply kisses me and calls me "boy".  I love it when he grabs my harness from behind and forces me anywhere he wants me, I would be his slave, and that kind of submission doesn't come lightly with me at all, especially the unhesitating way I feel about the idea.  I would proudly wear his collar and nothing else around his house if he so ordered it of me.  I love him deeply, and I adore how he makes sweet, passionate love to me.

That night he gave me a new article of leather, a leather boy cap.  I'm eager to wear it out and show it off! At first I thought the style didn't really fit my personality or looks, but he assured me he thought I looked hot in it, and so I will wear it with a grin on my face.  He also gave me a new blue handkerchief, to replace the one I had somehow lost in San Francisco the last time I had gone up with Cockpit, he's so wonderful like that! Later, we enjoyed his room mate's cooking and a few cocktails, all I know is that it had tropical frozen fruit juice, Everclear, and by my second glass I was close to snoozing in Dizzy's lap.  As the countdown started, Dizzy grabbed my head and pulled me in for my first New Year's Kiss that ended 2011 and started 2012.  It was a beautiful ending to start a wonderful beginning.

The next morning I tried to shoot for him after a bit of good-morning play, but I couldn't.  You've been there, I'm sure!  You're body is just screaming for release, you're working yourself close to raw...and you're miles from sweet climax.  Frustrated, but still happy to be in my lover's arms, we kissed a little more before getting up.

After a mug of cereal Dizzy prepared for me, I wanted to show him some of the mud sinking videos I had found.  (I'll go into this later on, but I'm a huge mud and quicksand fanatic, I haven't had the experience of sinking in quicksand yet, but I want to so very badly!  Unfortunately Dizzy told me that the clay pit I had heard of during my first trip down to see him had been destroyed.  My heart sank at the news, but I will not give up in my search for a quicksand experience!)  Afterwards we raced up to the bedroom and found sweet release.  A shower later and we spent some quality time walking a few miles to a Carl's Jr. and bonding closer.  When we returned to the apartment, his leather family called and Mouse, whom I had met the first time I came down to spend the weekend with Dizzy, offered to give us a ride to the station.  Thank you, Mouse.  You really saved us a lot of time and stress and we appreciate it!

After our goodbyes, and as I sat on the train back to Los Angeles, my thoughts turned inward and around.  I started to think how I fit in with the whole leather world, the S&M scenes, the Master/slave realm.  At times I feel like a fox in a pack of wolves.  That we are of the same genus, but not the same species, sometimes feeling a little left of center, out on my own orbit.  There are times where I feel very happy being myself, even mischievous doing so being different.  This time I felt an odd pang of loneliness.  Even being accepted by many as friend and family, there's something still out there, or inside, that isn't singing the same song as most others.  But instead of feeling down and out I will focus on what's important to me.

Making people happy.

So I wish you, my dear readers, a very messy, kinky, horny, safe, and wonderful new year of experiences!

Play Safe.

Gunge Night

This was a very Merry Christmas weekend!

Friday night I took the bus to see a good (and incredibly sexy) friend of mine, G., and his adorable puppy boy.  My friend G. and I met at my first event, and became very good friends.  Meeting several times after, having a drink and really enjoying each others' company.  We had talked about gunge play (gunge is another term for Wet and Messy play) and how hot we both agreed it was.  He spoke of great scenes involving things from cake batter, to coconut oil, to motor oil, to J-lube, making me drool and wish so hard for the experience myself.

Tonight was finally here, and I was going to have my first gunge scene.  Now I've played with Wet and Messy before, but I feel that this next scene was what I really was looking for.

We reached his house and relaxed after dinner.  I changed into my leather harness and my red jockstrap for him, we enjoyed margaritas and I became comfortably buzzed, a few games on his Xbox 360 later and then the night really took off.  His pup had gotten changed out of his clothes into a leather harness, fist mitts, collars, and puppy hood, and he put on some sexy black goggles and black latex gloves.  He ordered me into the kitchen and had his pup on a short leash.  I stood there at attention and watched him create a batch of J-Lube in his blender.  Watching this very tall, slender, handsome man create a thick sticky cum-like fluid in his kitchen with periodic glances at me, I sobered up really quick.  When he was finished he placed a strip of tape firmly over my mouth and I was silenced.

He handed me the bowl of J-Lube and ordered me to follow him to the bathroom as he led his pup by his leash inside.  There, he lit a candle and set the mood with some electronica on his stereo.  My boots, socks, and harness were stripped.  I motioned if he wished me to take off my jockstrap to which he replied.

"Leave it on, we're going to ruin it."

I was ordered into the tub, which even after being warmed slightly with hot water was still chilly to the touch.  The cold porcelain against my skin made me hug my knees, anticipating what would happen next.  The dark, black goggles were slid over his eyes, the black latex gloved hands raised the bowl high over my head, my breath rapid, my body shivering more now.

"Close your eyes."

I waited there in the tub in darkness, time came to a crawl, I could feel the bowl hovering high above me, filled with thick lube, I shivered more.  Each passing second was like a minute long, until it finally happened.

The slimy, thick, sticky lube hit me.  It was pure bliss.  It kept coming, and coming, it was cold, but it felt too good to care!  I let out a long moan, I shivered harder, oh god thank you, Sir! Thank you, Sir!

"Open your eyes and look at yourself."

I was covered in thick slime, threads of cum-like lube covered me, I rubbed it all over my body, feeling it slide and slick my skin up was a sensation I could only dream about before! I looked up at him, shivering.  I looked into his dark goggles, at his black gloved hands, I looked at the pleased and intimidating smile on his sexy face.  I fell deeper into submission!  I wanted to be his sticky science experiment!  I felt like I had just fallen out of a clone's egg, covered in life fluids in a lab deep underground, at the complete mercy of an incredibly hot mad scientist and his loyal pup slave.

The merciless gloved hands poured more!  I moaned loudly, begging for more, lubing up my entire body!  It was so cold! I'm shivering even now as I recall the sensation, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat!  My body hungered for more!  I begged him! Sir, make me your filthy science pig slave!  Cover me in your cum-like fluids!  Make me your sticky, slimy, science experiment!  Please, Sir!

The remaining lube was dumped all over my head, and I shook with pleasure!  I was his gunge slave at last!  Webs of lube covered my hands!  Threads and strands of lube connected between every appendage!  He ordered me to cum at once, and I immediately complied, working off my jockstrap with little ease, I gripped my throbbing member and nearly died...

...it was amazing.  The slick lube was everywhere, completely covering my hands.  There was a full layer of lubricant between my palm and my manhood.  Nearly no friction whatsoever!  It took ages, but time that I relished!  I gazed at him, his eyes no longer covered by those intimidating goggles, latex gloves dripping with lube, his puppy slave eagerly watching behind him, me covered in thick lube.  I finally erupted, it was fantastic!  "Just close your eyes and lay there for a while." he ordered.  Sir, yes sir.  As I lay there in the cold tub, I melted into the feeling of being his gunge slave.  I felt so wonderful, the physical sensations were out of this world.


Now, cleaning up was a long process.  I was completely drenched in lubricant and so was the tub itself.  The very dangerous part of all this was that the tub floor was ridiculously slippery.  G. poured handfuls of salt in order to absorb the lubricant, and he kept the shower on in order to dilute it.  Lots of shampoo and body wash soap was required to absorb the lube in my hair and all over my body.  The cleaning process took twice as long as the scene itself, but in spite of all the shivering, scrubbing and cleaning, I enjoyed myself immensely!

While he cleaned the tub and my slicked up naked body, G. told me about a time where he gunged himself with caramel and cake batter.  He said he had done so in a stone tub, and that the caramel as well as the tub's sides were icy cold.  He couldn't stand it for long, and had to tell his gunge playmate "I'm freezing! Just give me the cake batter!"  I look forward to being slathered in batter in the near future, and introducing someone special to the gunge scene at the same time!

After the cleaning was finished, we moved to the bedroom, my energy on a mild heat and soothed from my Wet and Messy experience.  As we were ready for bed, G.'s puppy was excited, and pawed at his crotch.  He wanted to be fed, and G. was more than happy to oblige.  I considered myself very fortunate to be privy to their intimate scene, as G. wishes to stay monogamous with his puppy, and I want to respect that in every sense.  I feel privileged to have watched him enjoy his pup in a demonstration of their tight-knit bond and intense love for each other. 

After their lovemaking that night, his pup was leashed to the bedpost, and I was invited to sleep next to G.  It was a wonderful ending to a remarkable experience.

G.'s pup is very unique, as he isn't simply a man who acts like a puppy once in a while, but rather a man who lives as a dog in a man's body.  He woofs, growls, yips, and barks to communicate about 95% of everything.  He wears his collar at all times and only takes it off to bathe, and when he is home he goes down on all fours unless otherwise necessary.  In fact the first time I actually heard him speak, it surprised me.  His voice was low and subtle, and he always referred to himself in the third person and always by his puppy name.  I know him by no other.  His actions, personality, and customs are truly remarkable and fascinating to me, as I am able to look into another person's life, to see what makes him happy, comfortable, and at peace with himself.  To see him so happy makes me firmly reinforce my belief that this world could never exist in black and white, but rather an intense overflow of new color is necessary in order for all to coexist and to be happy.


My dear reader, always play safe, and always be open to acknowledging and investing the time to understanding an idea that is new and different to you.

Your mind will explode in wonder.

A Very Puppy Christmas

This weekend I spent up in San Francisco with Cockpit and the members of the San Francisco K-9 Unit!

FRIDAY

After an enjoyable and humbling-as-always flight up from Long Beach to San Francisco, Coy and I dropped our stuff off in the room and quickly joined the others for a delicious dinner at Amber India, then I was generously treated to an absolutely beautiful and awe-inspiring show of music, light, and human acrobatics at Cirque De Soleil's "Totem" with the guys.  Coy has been so wonderful to me, and it really shows how much he cares, and I am blessed to be able to call him a close and cherished friend.

Afterward we crashed at our hotel room with the very sexy, Copper.  He is a very confidant young man, as well as incredibly handsome with a smoking hot body which I can happily say I cuddled up to.  I want to slowly pull off that tank top of his and show him a hot time.  He exudes dominant energy, and it's interesting, the way I feel around him.


SATURDAY

The weekend started with us talking about how Coy was so sensitive to heat, which turned to us joking about how he was born.

I said "Your mother's water broke and it froze solid."  to which he replies "No.  The ice cracked and I fell out."

I love this pup!

Now I know I've mentioned how Cockpit earns his title of Golden Retriever, and he did it yet again today.  Whilst Copper, Coy, and myself were eating lunch and I had left to use the restroom, he had secretly paid for the meal of an old woman who was eating all by her lonesome.  When I was told this, my heart clutched. It was such a pure act of selflessness, and I couldn't help but begin mist up, and of course he said "Hey! No crying!" which made me laugh immediately.  He is a constant reminder that humanity is far from doomed, and he inspires me to do wonderful things.  I cannot ever pay him back, as he has given me mountains, I will however pay it forward, and push the energy forth into the world in front of me.

After lunch we met up with the others at Mr. S Leather, where Brooklyn the store mascot was happily dozing on a chair.  I love Brooklyn's ears, he's so cute! He can make the tips meet in the middle of his head on a whim as he happily trots about the racks of gear, casually sniffing customers as they shop.  I was also able to meet with Santiago, who takes care of the photography and modeling for Mr. S and I inquired about the possibility of becoming a model.  I had been toying with the idea of being a gear model for some time, and what store better to start with than Mr. S, right?  Now I'm not going to be showing off my dick or balls (my mother made me promise never to do porn, sorry guys, and no freebies either) but he did say that I had very bright eyes, which I took as a very nice compliment and something I should probably keep in mind for the future.  So we'll see what unfolds with that venture in the coming year!  I'm excited!

  When Brue, Wolf, and Keith arrived we were able to head upstairs and set up for the Puppy Park.  Coy swept and mopped, moved furniture around, and we stuffed the paw print stockings Coy had brought, and he brought plenty of stuffing items.  There were squeaky toys, wooden bone ornaments, little plastic toys, stickers, bone candy, candy canes, Paw Pride pencils, even sugar cookies that Coy had baked himself.  The pup's so amazing when it comes to Christmas. 

After we had done enough we headed out to Daddy John Ryan's cookie party for a short time, enjoying the delicious treats and wonderful company.  During the party I looked around for Coy and found him cuddling in the dog bed with Scruffy.  Now Scruffy...is a big guy.  A towering man, and a gentle giant, a rough beard and mustache which give him his "Scruffy" name.  I love getting hugs from this handsome guy! WOOF!  So seeing him all curled up with Cockpit who was enjoying every second of it by the huge grin on his face was absolutely adorable.

I also learned a harsh lesson at the party.  Never, ever, ever mix your holiday drinks.  I'm not talking about alcohol.  I'm talking never chase eggnog with cider or vice versa.  You will wish you were vomiting.  Thankfully the lesson was a short one and I was fine later that night.

After a quick pitstop at the hotel we made our way to Frolic at the Stud Bar! I geared up in my boots, leather pants, harness (which was recently gifted to me by my neighbor and friend, Brian), title vest, Muir cap, and blue fox tail.  Cockpit stopped outside the bar and asked if I wanted to be his handler for the night, I paused.  He had been so excited to pup out with me for the weekend, but I knew he was very excited to be spending time with Copper as well, so I asked him point blank.  "Who do you want to hold your leash tonight?"  He said "Oh, don't make me choose!" I said it was okay and he said sheepishly "Copper?" which I hoped he would.  I knew how happy it made him to be handled by Copper and I wanted him to have a wonderful night, as he had been working so hard helping with the K-9 Christmas event he deserved every joy that was available.  When we went inside, I immediately saw furries!  It was a first for me seeing furries outside of Califur and the Prancing Skiltaire party.  I never see them around Long Beach either, so it was great to see them in a bar. 

What I saw next really shocked me, two men had brought their dogs into the bar!  A Doberman who seemed very skittish, and a Bernese Mountain dog puppy only 6 months old!  It was so new to me, I didn't know it was allowed at all, but then San Francisco is a very different city from Long Beach.  Cockpit was immediately making friends with the Bernese puppy and the cuteness of the night peaked when they simultaneously played patty-cake paws together, and the surrounding crowd of onlookers awwed.  Heading in there was a sectioned off area with hanging rugs, a covered pool table with plush animal toys scattered on the top of it, and people chilling out.  Heading deeper and feeling more relaxed, I actually went out on the dance floor and started to dance, the music was wonderful, and it resonated so well.  I didn't really begin to dance until Copper was generous enough to buy me a shot of Jagermeister, and whatever remaining apprehension was thrown to the darkness of the night as I danced as I wanted to, cap brim hiding my eyes but not my grin.

I took a break at one point and was approached by someone in a leather vest with a Mama's Family plate who told me I shouldn't be wearing my Muir cap.  I smiled and replied "My puppy Cockpit gave me this hat, and I feel it would be disrespectful to him if I did not wear it out.  I've mentored a boy, and I have dominated other men, I think I can wear this hat."  to which he replied "Well I don't think you should wear it with your title vest."


I just told you why it's on my head and it's not going anywhere.  Mama thought you were worthy of wearing her plate, right?  Well my puppy thinks I'm worthy of wearing his hat, and furthermore my contest judges thought me worthy of wearing their patch and upholding their title of California Leather boy 2012, and my contest mate California Leather Puppy 2012 thinks me worthy of wearing the leather vest he so generously gifted to me in order to carry my patch.  If they didn't they would not have presented me with all of them.  I've been told to be myself, so that's who you're going to get, me.  All of me, and everyone who supports me in my life.

As the night progressed I absorbed the energy in the air and became happier and happier, I danced more and more, smiled harder and harder.  I was surrounded by fursuiters, men in leather, leather pups, rubber pups, furries, ravers, even a cross-dresser!  The night was a prime example that all walks of life can converge and coexist peacefully in a fun-filled night of frivolity and mirth!  All you need to do is let go!  Let go of aggression!  Let go of fear!  Grasp love!  Grasp joy!  Open your heart to your own fucking emotions, God damn you!  Cry hard!  Laugh harder!  Breathe and take it all inside!  There's so much out there to experience!  Don't let petty anxieties and drama keep you from meeting and loving people different from you!

When we had enough, we all left, and Wolf and Copper joined me and Coy back at our hotel room where we crashed together on the bed.

SUNDAY

We headed over to the play space above Mr. S and frantically started setting up.  There was so much to be done, food placement, decorations, more sweeping, props, cleaning, sanitizing the fuck furniture, and arranging the changing room!  I taped up the Leather Puppy flags, the K-9 Unit banner, ran for ice, helped Copper put down the puzzle floor mats, it was all so much done so fast!  We finished just as the first guests were starting to arrive!  We had also been conspiring with a surprise for Brue the whole time leading up to the weekend.  Since it was his birthday week, we had gathered the cards and presents, and someone even brought in a wonderful cake.  As the party was really getting started we called attention and surprised Brue, howled Happy Birthday, and celebrated.  Brue stressed himself silly over the whole event so it was beautiful to see everyone contributing back to him, the man deserves it. 

Exhausted from setup, I decided to relax on the couch, and I watched the scene unfold in front of me.  So many men in puppy gear, hoods, tails, naked, geared, collared, un-collared, all romping around, playing with squeaky toys, batting around floor toys, shredding a stuffed dog catcher, the energy was all so positive!  So uplifting! You couldn't not enjoy such a wonderful scene!

As the party died down, something new happened.  Copper and Spike were going to face off on the mats.  Spike seemed very reluctant, making jokes, whining if he had to do it, but Copper was focused and determined.  On all fours they pushed their heads together and began what I can only describe as pup wrestling, but it wasn't fun and playful.  It was more like a struggle for dominance, a challenge of power.  At first Spike wasn't really into it, but then as things progressed they wrestled more and more fervently until Copper ended up on his back with Spike barking loudly in his face a few times before screaming "AND YOU HAVE FUCKING CHRISTMAS CAROLS PLAYING! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"  Copper didn't seem at all surprised by the expression on his face, in fact it looked as if he had planned on it.  Next Sky came over after the boys had finished, and was even more fired up than Copper was.  He pounded the mats with his fists, barking as if he was foaming at the mouth, just waiting for the signal to start.  I watched them go at it, wrestling, tumbling.  The air was so tense, but it wasn't until I shivered and looked away for a moment and noticed that only a few pups were really watching.  The rest were bored of the scene, uninterested, playing with other toys, or in other rooms ignoring the event entirely.  I didn't understand.  Eventually Copper landed on his back again, and the match was over. 

Soon after, Brue held a raffle and great prizes were given out, dildos, porn, and jockstraps.  As they left people took home their stockings and waved goodbye.  We began to break the party down, taking apart the puzzle mats, sweeping, wiping down, deflating the inflatable tree and puppy, taking down the flags and banner.  Then Coy, Wolf, Copper, and I broke down the fake presents in the alley nearby which was fun, feeling my thick boots stomping on empty presents was such a thrill!  We said our goodbyes to Brue, Wolf, and Keith and headed back to the hotel ourselves.  Coy, Copper, myself and pup Wiz who tagged along with us went back to the hotel, to drop off, breathe, and then head down to Mel's Diner for a quick dinner before we walked a little around the block and said goodbye to Wiz.  Heading back to the room we made an early night, and I began to burn notes into my journal.

I was getting really frustrated, the encounter at the bar had upset me a little more than I had originally thought.  It had been on the back of my mind since it occurred.  Fear of my contest for International Leather boy came up, mainly anxieties of not being accepted simply because I don't follow some Old Guard traditions, or traditional leather protocol.  I don't feel as though I identify as Old Guard, or New Guard, or Traditional...I'm just me.  I identify as myself. 

Copper reassured me that I just needed to be true to what my interpretation of leather was.  He said that he could see that I took a lot of stock in Honor.  He said that I honored Cockpit by wearing his hat, he said I honored my leather by wearing it out.  He said that he saw me getting angry when he told me a story of disrespect that he had experienced himself concerning doms and collared subs.


I felt a lot better, and much more confidant again.  I'm going to be myself.  Just me and my interpretation.


Play Safe my friends.

My Kinky Boyfriend

This Thanksgiving weekend my handsome boyfriend Dizzy came up and spent some high-quality time with me.

At first when we were initially planning our get together, it seemed as if it would not come to be, due to unforeseen circumstances.  Thankfully events came to change that, and our disappointment was turned into great joy.  Dizzy surprised me outside of work on Friday afternoon as I was leaving my shift, seeing him stand up from where he was crouching, in his leather jacket, boots, and sunglasses made me stop for a moment.  This is my new boyfriend, a kinky, sexy, slim, handsome, lovable man with an open mind, who is into most of the kinks and fetishes I was, who is fascinated by building floggers, and he was here just for me.

I ran to him and hugged him.  The world fell away into darkness, and it was just us embracing under the sunlight on a tiny patch of concrete.  I closed my eyes and held him harder.  I didn't care that we were standing out in full view, all I wanted was him.  All of him.  He felt so wonderful in my arms, I could feel hot tears forming in my eyes.  I was so thankful to be holding him. The rest of Friday became a blur, we headed back to my apartment and the remainder of the day became a haze of making out, cuddling, caressing, and smiling at each other.  Eventually evening fell, we went grocery shopping for dinner and ended up back at the house with food, rum, and juices for mixers.  We ate, drank, and made sweet tender love to each other.  Constantly telling the other how happy we were that we had met and that we were so madly in love. 

At one point in the evening we discussed his watersports fetish. (Watersports is the slang term for urination play, the act of peeing on or being peed upon.)  I told him that I wanted to join him in his fetish, I wanted to be his piss boy, that even though it was not a fetish of my interest, and to be honest my first encounter with it wasn't very appealing, but nevertheless I recognized and acknowledged his sexual interest in watersports and that I wanted to participate in it for him.  We entered the shower together and I was introduced to piss play, Dizzy knelt down and allowed me to urinate on him.  I watched him enjoy my stream, bathing his head and hair in it, but nothing really entered my own head.  I was simply watching it unfold, waiting for something, anything to happen, a blip on the radar...but my radar stayed dark.  Then Dizzy washed off and asked me if I was ready, and where I wanted him to pee on me.  I decided that me leg was the most appropriate area for my first piss scene, he got into position and let his stream flow on my thigh.  I felt it hit and wash down my leg along with the hot water from the shower head, but as I watched him mark me, nothing came to mind.  It was like watching water flow from a pipe, nothing interesting or intriguing about it.  I was slightly disappointed, I had hoped that I would gain some interest in the fetish for him, because I wanted to share a lot of things with him, including our kinks and fetishes.  I do realize that I am not going to be interested in everything that he is, and the same stands for him as well, but I am very thankful that we are both open minded about us sharing the other with men we know and trust who are interested in these kinks and fetishes.  I did learn that in watersports play, you shouldn't do a scene after you've been sick or the first thing in the morning (the urine has been sitting in your bladder all night, soaking up all the toxins your body is excreting, that's why it smells so awful). One way of doing urine play is after drinking plenty of water or juice (Dizzy mentioned apple or pineapple, as he states that this makes the urine taste sweeter) and having the urine be clear, so you can tell it's cleaner.  This should be standard practice anyway, as a healthy bladder is a clean one.  (Be sure to research this fetish more before trying it yourself, as it does involve bodily fluids.)

Friday faded into Saturday with the sunrise, and we awoke together.  We enjoyed some time cuddling and kissing before going to hang out with Coy who, after running errands with him, generously took us out to lunch, and then a movie.  After a few more fun errands, Dizzy and I went back to my apartment and it became apparent that the hotdog I had consumed earlier was not going to behave itself in my gut.  While I was indisposed I heard noises from the kitchen, and afterward came out to find all the ingredients for dinner laid out and ready for me around the crockpot.  My heart soared, Dizzy was being incredibly helpful, and had also brought in my laundry for me as well.  I love this man so much!  He even mixed me a vodka cranberry and got me very buzzed, of course I'm a featherweight when it comes to booze so it didn't take much to get me started.  From there the night waned and I came out from washing up after dinner to find my boyfriend had restrained himself with a bungee cord and wrist restraints, helpless to my whims.

I enjoyed running my fingers along his slim, pale body as he shivered and pulled on the rope.  I wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him, savoring his body in my grasp.  The thought running through my head the entire time "This, hot, sexy fucker all tied up and helpless in my bedroom is my boyfriend..." He's all I can think about.  As I kissed his neck, "I love you," as I brushed my fingers along his chest "I want you," as I nibbled his ear and licked its crevices, "You're mine," soon he was released from his bindings and I gave him a few orders while I finished up in the kitchen, he happily complied.  When I came to the bedroom he was excitedly seated on his haunches in his puppy hood, butt wagging eagerly when I walked in.  The bed was made, the blankets folded, and his gear organized.  I'm so proud of him, I love him so much.  We made tender love on the bed as I dominated my hot puppy boy. He rode my manhood, slowly easing down on it, and I enjoyed every second, making him moan and grunt eagerly, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy, until he had to rip off his pup hood, as he peaked and blew his load all over me.  That smile on his face was worth the shot he gave me in the eye.

Sunday came and our energy was lazy.  We spent the morning curled up with each other until he turned to me, looked me in the eyes with that handsome face of his and asked how I felt about us fucking one more time.  He looked down, slightly embarrassed and explained that he didn't want it to feel like our relationship was just about the sex.  Of course I knew it wasn't centered around the sex!  We have very precious moments together, he's more than just a sweet ass, hot body, and a sexy face!  He has aspirations to achieve, dreams to pursue, experiences to behold!  We have more than a romp in the bed together, however I would be a damn fool not to fuck the ever living daylights out of my boyfriend when the opportunity presented itself!  So we went at it for the third time that weekend!  Woof!  Afterward we went out for a fun lunch in the park before we had to say goodbye.  As I watched my boyfriend walk off across the street, pulling his bag behind him and disappearing around the corner, I waited there, holding onto the fence.  As if he would just come racing back for one last kiss.  After a few minutes of staring at the point where he left my sight, I went back upstairs.  I looked at the bungee cord wrapped around my bedroom doorframe and thought to myself.

I have a sexy, kinky, open minded boyfriend...and I love him so very much.

I love you, Dizzy.  My thoughts are constantly of you.

Play safe my friends.

Pups on Ice!

Another fun trip up to San Francisco with my dear friend Coy has given me more fond memories and experiences.  It was a short weekend, but a fun and interesting one nonetheless!

Saturday afternoon we were in the air, as we always fly up to San Francisco, and I really enjoy flying.  I had a bit of a negative clash with a neighbor this past week and I was feeling like the scum of the Earth directly afterward.  I tend to harbor guilt for a while, feeling absolutely terrible and ashamed at what had transpired, so seeing the world fall away below us reminded me just how petty human conflicts can be in comparison to the size of our planet, and to try to keep things in perspective.

We landed and unloaded in our hotel, relaxing for a little while.  I made my way to the window and gazed out across the night-drenched city, a flashing old-fashioned Coca Cola billboard in the distance reminded me of all those movies with "big city" as their settings and the montage of flashing neon signs that play in the beginning.  It made me feel so thankful I could be in a hotel with a dear friend on a trip to see our K-9 Unit.  I looked over at Coy and he was already setting up our next trip up in December.  I tear up and smile every time I think of all that he's so generously given me.  Of course when I start welling up with joyful tears he smiles and says "Oh don't start bawling like a girl!"

I love you pup!

That evening we were meeting for a pizza dinner with some of the K-9 Unit and then going ice skating, when we were getting dressed Coy asked me if I would wear something for him, and he brought out a hockey jersey.  It was a real Vancouver Canucks jersey that he held in his hands, and he pointed to a discolored spot on the top left shoulder.  "Do you know what that is?" he asked.  I shook my head no, and inquired what it was.

"It's a blood stain."  Woah.  "It's my blood." Woah!  "Would you wear this for me?"  Of course I eagerly said yes, and went to try it on.  I looked at myself in the mirror and felt stronger, more powerful.  I was wearing a real, used, hockey jersey, with my best friend's bloodstain on it.

Awesome!

When the time came, we left the hockey gear in the room and headed out for dinner.  Due to some reservation mishap we ended up leaving to a different restaurant once the K-9 Unit showed up.  So we all headed to a place called Chevy's instead.  While we were waiting, I learned that Spencer, the hot slim young man whom I had a very enjoyable encounter with when I came up for Folsom Weekend had not only remembered me, but was thrilled that I was coming up again.  I was touched, I didn't really expect him to remember me, let alone be so excited ("Chasing his tail in excitement" as Brue put it) to see me again.  I love being remembered, it makes me feel...important.  That I am important enough to someone in order to be remembered.  An enjoyable and amusing dinner later, and we were at the ice rink, Coy ran back to the room to grab the hockey gear and I waited outside the rink in the rain for him for a little while before realizing that he probably would have come up and scolded me for staying out in the wet cold instead of heading inside to join the others.

I went inside and got a pair of size nine skates (they didn't have half-sizes and I'm an 8.5) and asked where the others had gone, I was told that I would know I was in the right place if I went over to the second set of bleachers.  I headed over and was met with Brue and Wolf both in pup headgear looking adorable.  I was anxious, I hoped Coy would be back in time to skate with us, as it was already around 10:12pm and the rink closed at 11:00pm, until I saw Cockpit come up the other side already geared and ready!  He wore a light blue jersey and his red-tongued dog mask.  After swapping my skates out for size 8's (Coy said that skates should be tight enough to the point that they come close to hurting), I donned my pup's Canuck's jersey, and snapped on my neoprene faceguard before wobbling over to the door to the ice.

The moment I stepped out on the ice I was confounded, my legs had forgotten everything I had learned in my figure skating classes so many years ago.  It all suddenly made sense, when someone says it's so incredibly hard to learn how to walk again, it was like learning how to skate for the first time all over again.  Nothing is more humbling than looking like a fool on the ice, I was so glad I chose to wear my faceguard that night, and not to wear my title vest.  The more I tried to focus on remembering, the more frustrated I became, why wasn't I remembering how to do this?  "It's like riding a bike!" someone said. 

Bullshit, I disproved that statement several times that night! Hahaha!

During my very painful trial and error learning process, the K-9 Unit was so incredibly supportive.  Cockpit never left my side, he was constantly holding my hand with his leather fist mitts, offering an arm to steady me, skating just behind me, or giving me a supportive gaze from inside his puppy hood, head cocked to one side, red tongue wagging, and his soft icy blue eyes smiling with encouragement.  The other members there that night helped me too.  Skyy offered a bounty of supportive energy, Spike helped me return to the floor at one point by letting me grab hold of his hips, and Brue and Wolf shouted their support to me and inspired me to keep it up and keep going.  When I did fall, and it did hurt...a lot...I got right back up and started again.  I didn't want to stop!  I wanted to learn, god damn it!  Reflecting on what was happening around me while I was on the ice, I was so thankful and grateful.  I was surrounded by great friends, all with an arm out to help me, I felt not only encouragement, support, but dear love.

When I took my break, after Spike had so graciously helped me back to the floor, I felt impatient.  What was I doing just sitting there?  I couldn't just sit and rest! I had to get back out there and learn again!  I got back out on the ice and as Spike so gently put it, I was "like a newborn baby deer.  Legs all wobbly and scared out of my mind".  I love you too, Spike.  I finally was able to go around the rink half way by myself without touching the walls, and it felt like a great victory!  Next time I'll keep my balance better and make it around twice!

The walk back to the hotel with the pups was hilarious, as my legs couldn't differentiate between ice and land, my boots felt like they had blades on their soles, and I was afraid I would have to learn how to walk again!  The unit humorously jabbed and teased me, but I adored every minute of it.  Like pups nipping each other's ears and play wrestling, I felt like part of a pack.  We eventually made it back to our hotel and the K-9 Unit crashed there with us, everyone together.


Sunday morning I woke with two men in the bed with me, my happy self sandwiched between Coy and Brue.  I fucking love that, as there is no better way to start your day than to be surrounded by handsome guys.  When the guys were heading out for breakfast the weekend took a nasty turn, when Spike leaned down to kiss us goodbye, I leaned upward to hug him and something in my back twisted or popped and a horrific pain shot through my body.

The other guys were unaware of it, except for Brue who stayed behind in bed with me.  Thank god he believed in sleeping in on Sunday mornings.  I couldn't move without my body being wracked with pain, I had thrown my back out and was in terrible suffering.  Even breathing hurt, and sent my muscles into spasms.  Brue called Coy back, as he looked after me, and Coy picked up some painkillers and breakfast in the hotel lobby.  For the rest of the day I was in terrible pain, imprisoned in one position on the bed, moving not even a finger lest my body punish me severely for it.  One of the thoughts that went through my mind was how I wouldn't be able to distract Spencer at work, and I felt awful at disappointing him.  Soon Wolf and Spike returned from breakfast and they brainstormed on how to help me.  Spike called a Gold's Gym and asked about medical advice for a hurt back, and the guys even went so far as to look for an erotic masseuse to help me who was certified and available on weekends.

When I was finally able to get up, Coy helped me over and into the bathtub where he sat with me the entire time, watching over me with those gentle, caring eyes of his.  Those same eyes that lifted my spirit at the ice rink as I slid around, scared out of my mind.  As the bathroom went silent, I became aware of another noise in the hotel room.  I looked at Coy and he smiled, "Spike and Wolf are humping."  Two very handsome, very awesome, and tall men were going at it on my hotel bed.  I didn't know which I wanted more, to feel better or to watch!  When it came time to get me out, Coy and Brue helped me over to the armchair and prepped the floor so I could lay with my feet up and relax my back.  Wolf and Spike were still in the throes of passion as we walked by, and even though I wasn't able to view the spectacle being performed on my bed, I was able to enjoy the sounds of the two wolves howling when they peaked.  Spike was even generous enough to get dressed in front of me, as I lay helpless on the floor, so I could admire his beautiful ebony legs and his fantastic comic-book-superhero-quality ass.

Eventually the pack said their goodbyes and left, and later that day Coy got us both to the airport, through security, and on the plane, demonstrating time and time and time again of how pups take care of their handlers.  From taking care of all the luggage, to swapping shoes with me so I didn't have to bend over to take mine off for security, to getting me food and water while we waited for our flight, to seating me in the least turbulent zone so my body could survive the flight with little suffering.  It didn't stop there, he also waited to be the last two on board to leave the plane so I could take my time getting out and not be rushed by the rest, he stood a few steps behind me on the escalator so if I stopped short he would be ready to help me, and he even reserved a shuttle bus for me and tipped the driver to help me with my luggage when he had to head to his own hotel and couldn't come with me. 

Thank you, puppy.  You are several times overqualified for the title of "Golden Retriever".  I love you.

When I arrived home, the driver took care of my bags, and my neighbor helped me upstairs and into my apartment, whom I thanked repeatedly. And so concluded a short, painful, but nonetheless enjoyable short weekend in San Francisco.

Thank you my dear friends, and may all of you play safe out there.

The Rubber Slave

Last Sunday I enjoyed a new experience with a new friend whom I had been talking to online for a while.  The crowd at Gear Night at Pistons bar was pretty good, considering everyone and his Sir were out in Palm Springs enjoying Palm Springs Pride.  I had stayed behind because I had promised to attend an event but about a day or so prior to it, learned that it had been rescheduled to a different week and I was none the wiser.  Keeping my promise, I still went and dressed in my CHP gear, and had a wonderful time with other friends who happened to be there as well.

My friend Jeff said that he would make the trip up from San Diego for the night and entered the bar in a very sexy rubber uniform, miner cap, and breeches tucked into a pair of leather engineers, all slick black and sexy.  I have had very little experiences with rubber, only really hugging a man in a rubber catsuit maybe twice, so this was a real treat.  Another friend of mine, Sir Michael from San Diego, had played with him before, so I knew I could trust Jeff as Sir Michael has good taste in play partners.  We talked a while getting to know each other more in person, he bought me a drink and we enjoyed our evening.  Koby and I met at one point and discussed details of my upcoming event in January and a February event as well (more details as they come, dear readers), before Jeff and I went back to my place and a new rubber experience began.

He told me he wanted to submit to me, and I was only too happy to appease that request.  Lately my dominant side has been getting a lot of experience, which is wonderful as I have plans for a certain man in my life.  After enjoying him in his rubber for a while, I ordered him to change his gear.  I lay on the bed and when he did return I was greeted with the pleasing sight of a man in nothing but tall leather engineers, a neoprene jockstrap, and a black Russian gas mask.  Woof!

I ordered him to his knees and produced a collar, explaining that in some groups a collar was a symbol of being owned, and that if you encountered someone wearing a collar that they belonged to someone else.  I went on to explain that outside of play, if the Master/slave or Dominant/submissive relationship came to an end, that slaves and subs were "released" from their collars, and it could be a very traumatic and emotional experience for everyone involved, much like a break up in standard relationships.  This night the collar was for play, and with his consent he would be my slave for the night.  Before he was given the choice, I went on to explain the difference between boy and slave was that a boy had more in the sense that they can refuse a request or demand made by their dominant, whereas a slave had very, very little in that respect.  He accepted the role as my rubber slave, and I fastened my collar around his neck, aquiring my first slave.

Throughout the night I played with him, tying him up, blindfolding him, GOMing him (Glove Over Mouth), playing with his chest, admiring his body, and introducing him to one of my favorite kinks, Stomping.  Stomping is where a dominant steps and tramples his submissive, in my case I perform and receive it sensually.  I don't apply too much pressure at all, but just enough to ensure the energy of who is in charge.  I love the sight of a man from underneath his boot, him towering over me, a dark grin on his face and my helpless body below.  However tonight was different, I had the pleasure of smiling down on my slave in his gas mask and boots as he looked up at me dominating him in my own engineers, lightly crushing his legs, arms, and chest.

I then came up with a fun idea for a game, I went out into my living room at one point, my rubber slave eagerly waiting for my return in my bedroom, and grabbed a scented candle, remembering all the times I had heard of people who enjoy gas masks playing with poppers and breath play.  Now I do not perform any kind of popper or breath related play whatsoever due to my own preferences, but this was a harmless experiment.  I covered his eyes and placed the candle under his airway, asking what scent it was.  He replied correctly and came up with the idea that it might be fun to get an assortment of different scents together and play a Reward/Punishment game with them for gas mask play in the future.

Near the end of the night I dominated him further, fucking him with his own dildo, introducing me to dominant dildo play which was fun, making him feel great was even better.  At the climax of our experience my dominant energy came forth at its strongest, me snarling at him, a wild air in the room before releasing everything.

I really enjoyed myself with my temporary rubber slave, and he offered the idea of a shimmering Spiderman in my future.  Having played with the famous webslinger before I could only imagine what could be in store for me.  White sticky ropes binding me, what a feeling that must be.


Play Safe.

"Testosterone"

Testosterone

By Leatherfetishfox


I was simply sitting there, and he walked by.  I smiled hello, as did he. Then it hit me.

A scent.  A manly scent.  The smell of masculinity, of power, of strength, of sweat, of primal energy.

Testosterone.

It awakens the beast inside me, the Dark Fox is rudely thrown from his bed in the darkness, he is enraged until the scent hits his nostrils.  He breathes it in deeply, his pupils shrink and his eyes go bloodshot.

Testosterone.

His maw starts to foam, and he becomes a rabid monster.  The Dark Fox bolts upright and races to the door of his cage, bars of solid black steel keep him contained, his paws wrapped around them pulling and shaking like the maddened animal he is.  He lets out howl after howl, after heat-induced howl!

His member is throbbing and dripping now, his maw is awash with rabid foam and drool, his vision is blurry and he cannot see clearly, but his nose is as sharp as ever.

Testosterone.

His fangs grow and a dark hiss escapes his throat, he falls to his knees and starts to frantically dig at the cement floor of his prison inside my chest.  His claws desperately scrape in futile efforts to escape, to seek, to find the source of this wonderful, enticing, irresistible, sexual scent!  He whines, growls, snarls, and spits!

Testosterone! 

"Give it to me! Fucking give it up!  I'll rip you apart!  I'll tear into you!  I'll shred you!  I'm not fucking around!"

My heart is beating faster and faster, the blood is draining away, my head is fuzzy. He's screaming.  He's howling.  My vision blurs for a moment.  I'm having a hard time keeping the cell door shut as the padlock is starting to weaken, I slam myself up against the door.  He hisses in my ear and snaps at me, I refuse to let him out!  Not now!  Not here!  He screeches at me, now a full blown demon of his former self, and his claws rake into my back, spattering the floor with blood.

Get the hell out of here!  I can't keep him at bay much longer!  Leave!  Take that damned scent with you!  My will can only go so far!

Suddenly I feel him start to slam himself up against the door!  He cannot hear me for he is now deaf with rage, he wouldn't listen if he could. He is completely blind, as his eyes have glazed over with the madness. His maw is drenched with foam and drool, and he can only sputter gurgling gibberish.  His claws bloodied from the desperate scraping, and the apathetic slashing of my back.  My body is weakening, sweat covers my brow, go away! Run away! I can't-

The door bursts open.

A Trip to San Diego

This weekend I traveled down to San Diego and stayed with Puppy Dizzy, who stayed with me during my event, Leather Men and Dogs 2.

Friday

Good fortune smiled after I left work, I missed the bus to the metro station, but a young man in a huge white van said he saw me miss it, and took pity on my situation.  He offered me a ride, which I cautiously accepted, and he turned out to be a very nice guy.  His name was James, thank you James, your kindness is deeply appreciated.

From the Blue Line to the Red Line to Union Station and on a Southbound Surfliner, I made my way down to San Diego.  Three hours later I found myself on the platform in downtown San Diego, and who should come running up but Dizzy himself.  He grabbed me and lifted me in his arms, excited as can be and we shared a deep kiss hello.  What a nice welcome to the city!   We then walked through the city to a dungeon that was set up in an apartment building above a Ross department store.  I then met some members of Dizzy's leather family, Mouse, Timothy, Pup, and Vince, and I met Papa Tony.  I could see their love for one another immediately in the way they joked around and poked fun.  Papa Tony told a wonderful story of a mud party that was held once in a while in San Diego, where a clay pit was warmed and several people would be inside just rubbing each other over with the liquid clay.  He went on to explain that you always left the pit with a partner so that you had someone to help wash you off in the showers next to the pit.  He also talked about a labyrinth with glory holes and slings, but the clay pit was by far the more interesting idea for me.

Papa Tony then went on to tell about a mudding experience he had, and proceeded to reenact it with touch, and I instantly enjoyed it, especially when Dizzy and Timothy started in and just smothered my body with soft touch.  I stood there fully clothed as they ran their hands and fingers around my chest and arms.  It was very relaxing.  My shirt was lifted and Timothy introduced me to what was called "the triangle", my eyes closed I could only feel the sharp, serrated edges of something thin and metallic as it was lightly scraped against my stomach.  The scene turned up in intensity when Dizzy proceeded to slide my shirt off and flog me for a short time.  Afterward they sprayed my back with rubbing alcohol to sanitize, which was a very interesting addition to the whole physical experience.   I later learned "the triangle" was nothing more than a cake decorating tool to produce uniform lines in frosting, which Pup jokingly called a "pervertable", which reminded me of a bamboo pen and drinking straw that were used on me on my first time tied to a St. Andrew's cross.  We stayed around for a while, until the dungeon closed for the night and everyone made their way home.  After Pup and Mouse were so generous to drive us home, Dizzy and I couldn't keep our hands off of each other! 

Up two floors to Dizzy's bedroom, which was decorated with deep red walls, and plastic ivy, wrapped around the bunk bed posts, as well as a false tree decorated with string lights that lined the bedroom, giving the room as a whole a soothing forest feel.  He restrained me in the bottom bunk and stroked me for ages, and slid his fingers inside of me, massaging my prostate...oh my goddess...just thinking of it makes me sigh.  He did it with such love and tenderness, and when I looked into his eyes, I saw it too.  I shudder with tears of joy.  It felt so good. 

Saturday

Saturday afternoon we went to a store called Mankind and shopped for underwear for the underwear contest that was to be held at the Eagle bar that night.  After searching for a little while I found a very nice pair of blue meshy underwear on sale that was modest, but still very sexy, and not in that "greasy-glitter-smothered-slut" sort of way.  Dizzy found a canister of Piston Grease lubricant that he had been looking for and couldn't find for ages.  We then walked all the way over to The Crypt and browsed for a while before meeting up with Michael and Jeff, his sub for the weekend, over at Pleasures and Treasures and saw Anthony Roller who was also one of my judges during my California Leather Sir/boy/Community Bootblack/Puppy contest.  We headed back over to Michael's apartment where Jeff was hooded, straitjacketed, and restrained to the bed while we talked for a while.  I tried on Michael's new bicycling skinsuit which slid on very nicely and had a butt cushion sewn in to make the suite quite comfortable.  Dizzy and I eventually took our leave and made our way back to his house to prepare for the contest.  I slipped into my new pair of modestly sexy blue underwear while Dizzy put on a very nice pair of tropical sunset palm tree underpants that really complimented his adorable butt.  After dressing in my leathers and Dizzy in his bar gear, Vince picked us up and we made our way to the bar.  Upon arriving and after Vince parked the car, we hung out front for a while and spoke to some familiar faces before heading inside.

We found Michael and Jeff at the back, Michael in his marpats and Jeff in irons having a very restricted time of drinking his cocktail.  After a short conversation, I found Mike Russel, who produced the California Leather contest and I spoke with him for a short time before Dizzy and I made our way to change into our underwear later that evening.  Now in just our boots and briefs we made our way over to the pool table where they were rounding up the contestants.  We were introduced one by one, as one of the contestants made his way past us, he attempted to fondle us, I slapped his hand away.  Excuse me, do I know you?  We were then asked to pair up, which was more than easy as I immediately grabbed Dizzy and held him close.  What came next took me off guard a bit, as the first act was to simulate a fuck scene.  I wasn't expecting the contest to get so wild so early, I had the idea that we were going to be voted on look and style, hence the title of "underwear contest", which is why I took my time in selecting my outfit for the evening.  Before I really could grasp on what was going on, Dizzy took the initiative and bent me over the pool table and dry humped me.  I'm very happy it was him, as it wouldn't have felt comfortable with someone I didn't know.
   The next pair after us took it to the extreme, screaming and howling, and the bar was filled with a darker energy that reminded me of my last visit to Anvil.  I was either oblivious to the atmosphere before, or the preexisting atmosphere became much more potent, but the energy was there.  It made me feel uncomfortable.  I made sure my hand was on Dizzy as he stood with me.  Before long the crowd voted for the pair they enjoyed most, hooting and screaming, and Dizzy and myself were eliminated from the running.  In all honesty, I felt relief.  I have stood upon stages before in nothing but a thong and boots, I have performed a sexual fantasy in front of an audience, I have been bound and I have been flogged in front of a mass of staring men, and I have opened my heart out while bracing myself against the chilly wind of an outdoor stage, but never have I felt as vulnerable and even a little cheap in a bar before as I did that night.

    Dizzy and I headed into the back to change back into our gear before the second act took place, however along the way a silver-haired man moved to fondle my groin.  Without thinking I took his hand firmly and yelled in his ear "NO!" and didn't bother waiting for his response.  My energy already low, my mood deteriorating at a rapid rate, I wanted to leave very soon.  I would learn later that Dizzy was groped by the same man, and he felt just as violated, if not more angry.  We took our clothes back and took turns changing, and I used the bathroom before we left.  After I was finished I opened the door and found Dizzy standing at a close guard (I learned later that Vince himself had to swat away another greedy, grabbing hand from Dizzy as he blocked the bathroom door for me).  We said our goodbyes to Michael and Jeff and took our leave but before we could exit two friends of Dizzy, a Mistress and her boy, were accosted.  I walked behind them as we made our way to the exit, and a drunken man playing pool reached over and grabbed the boy's leash which his mistress held.  I didn't have to think as I yanked the leash out of his hand and we kept going. The sooner we were out of there the better. Dizzy was infuriated by the man's disrespect, and yelled behind him as we left, the drunk retorted with a dismissive "fuck you", but what more would you expect?

The outside air was a welcome relief, and before long we were headed to a diner for a late meal.  The more distance we placed between ourselves and the bar, the better I felt and the easier it was to relax and calm down.  Our post-midnight supper was enjoyable, eating out very late at night is a real treat for me.  The world is different, and things take on a quieter light, empty diners are intimate and secret places you can hide out in with your friends.  It's a subtle adventure of sorts for me, enhanced by the fact that I was in a different city with new companions.  After dinner, Vince drove us home after we said our goodbyes to Dizzy's friends.  We climbed the stairs and retired to his bedroom, where I fell asleep in his arms, full and happy.


Sunday

Waking up in Dizzy's embrace was a great start to the day.  Spending an hour or so talking and cuddling is a fantastic beginning to the morning as well.  Eventually we stripped and shared a shower together, he sensually bathed me and we embraced in the cascading warm water, producing a romantic scene I cannot wait to experience again.  Afterward it was time for lunch and I happily taught Dizzy one of my favorite recipes, Angel Hair and Sauteed Onions.  After lunch I packed and sat on the bed writing in my journal when Dizzy walked in wearing a SWAT vest, camo pants, and a gas mask.

I dropped the pen as well as my jaw.

I was stripped to my underwear, restrained to the top bunk, and he strapped on my neoprene faceguard before dominating me.  He slathered me in Piston Grease, making me look like I had just crawled out from under a car.  I loved how it looked on my pale skin.  I wanted to be his dirty little grease boy!  Released from the bunk frame, he ordered me down on the bed and I happily complied.  What took place next was nothing more than one of the best sexual experiences I have ever had.

Dizzy made very gentle love to me, taking it slow, taking it easy, making sure I was comfortable and happy the entire way through.  It felt beautiful, and he touched me deeply on an emotional level as well as a physical plane.  I had never had such a wonderful feeling during sex before, it didn't hurt at any point in time, it all felt so smooth and gentle, as I have always wanted it to.  Tears of happiness welled up in my eyes, I savored it all, absorbed every feeling I possibly could as he and I connected.  His energy was pure, and it was as obvious as the light spilling in through his window.  I saw us in the mirror, and it looked so natural as we made love.  I saw the tears in my eyes, I saw his cute face, his slim body...oh so sexy...

We changed positions, and the energy heated from soft and sensual to raging and wild!  The world was shaken!  Snarling! Roaring!  Oh Goddess yes!  I'd sooner have torn the bed apart than to abate such a earth-shattering feeling!  When I reached my peak and climaxed it was a torrent of ecstasy! 

We lay there, greased, sweating, and bliss everywhere, kissing intimately.

The afterglow was so potent it lasted at least an hour and a half afterward.  I dozed off several times as I attempted to record the event in my journal, even after a shower and getting dressed.

When it came time to leave, Dizzy walked with me to the corner gas station, and kissed me goodbye before I rode home with Jeff, who was so kind as to give me a ride back with him.  I watched him walk away before he was out of sight.  I cannot wait to see him again.


Play Safe my dear and cherished friends.

Hottest Things About a Man

A week or so ago a friend of mine and I were talking about different things that make men so attractive and sexy.  It was a brief conversation but the idea stuck with me, and I wanted to run with it.  So here is a list in no particular order of what I find to be the sexiest kinds of qualities I find in men.


 
VOICE

Closing your eyes and just listening to another man speak can be pretty erotic to me.  Having their voice and words wash over your ears can lead to some fun verbal play.  For me a deep voice can be very attractive, it's masculine, powerful, and it just reaches down there and grips me hard, making me swoon.  An accent is also very attractive, it adds a lot of flavor to a man for me.  I have three main accents that I love to death.

The Southern Boy - A down home country boy, fresh off the farm in the big city.  So fresh he's got a little hay still stuck in his cowboy hat from when he was wrestling with his big brother in the barn that morning.  I love a southern boy, especially with that attitude of southern hospitality.  Chivalrous, polite, and innocent...just begging to be corrupted.

The British Gentleman - Now it's fairly common that people will enjoy a British accent, and why not?  It sounds refined, intelligent, and embodies the idea of a wealthy, polite gentleman.  A man who you would assume wears a nice suit everywhere, who is knowledgeable about the world, who does discuss politics but doesn't get flustered about them.  A man who you can take home to mother, and then get naughty under the sheets with.

The Australian Outbacker - Nothing gets me excited like a sexy Aussie!  WOOF!  Just hearing that voice in a room immediately perks my ears up.  A man who knows his way around the wild badlands, scruffy and dusty, powerful and intimidating.  Someone who can hurl a knife through a door to stab the bastard on the other side in the back, and then lifts you into his arms and carries you out of the bar.


FACE

Hair - Dark short hair, deep brown or black, cleanly cut and spiked is really sexy, as it gives a wild and fun-loving appearance.  The feel of a prickly head of hair under my palm as I gently run it over his head tickles not only my skin but my fancy as well. Also the strict military-grade buzz.  Serious, but intriguing, and also fun to run your fingers through, reminding me of a police officer or an army grunt, gruff and manly.

Eyes - Dark eyes, they give a mysterious quality to a man.  I find myself staring deep into them, wondering who is behind them, what secrets they may never tell.  When I catch them looking me over, cruising me...maybe even undressing me with that shimmer of mischief behind them...I can't help but smile. 

When his eyes are fiercely dominant, they pierce me, stabbing stakes that keep me nailed to the floor on my hands and knees.  It has happened only once before, when a gaze has pierced my very being, I was shaking, trembling.  He pinned me to the ground with only his fierce unrelenting gaze.  I teared up in lustful fear.  I could only choke out..."What is your order, Sir?"

When his eyes are pleadingly submissive, innocent, youthful, vulnerable, maybe even a little scared and nervous I feel a need to dominate them with love and tenderness.  To take him into my chest and assure them they are safe in my arms, that they can let go of anxiety, let go of reservation, that all I want to do to them is make them feel the utmost of pleasure and euphoria.  To make him loudly moan in ecstasy becomes my goal with that look in their eyes.

Facial Hair - A firm square jaw that is brushed with stubble, clean sandpaper just screams masculine to me.  A neatly trimmed beard is fine, a clean shaven face is hot, but that light stubble will make me want to run my fingers down your cheek before they land on your shirt and pull you in for a long, deep kiss.



BODY

Height - Tall!  I want them tall!  6 foot anything!  The gentle giant, the tower of muscle, stand out in a crowd by standing over them!  Loom over me, your face looking down on mine, a sense of peace enters my body when I'm in the presence of tall men.  Gentle giants are a favorite, show me you are a man who is in serene control as you stand several stories above me, and I will show you a boy who wants nothing more than to kneel at your boots!

Skin - It varies from man to man, dark skin on one will have a different effect for me than on another.  However light to pale skin seems to attract my attention most, with light hair to hairless and smooth.  I love the feeling of soft smooth skin underneath my fingertips as I run them down his chest and explore his body.

Muscle - Toned, firm, and bulging arms catch my eye and trap my attention as his shirt strains to contain the power within.  Thick muscled legs, that could easily plow through a door with a well-aimed kick.  But neither draw my lustful eye that a set of well-defined abs do. Those mouth-watering 6-packs, glistening with sweat from his recent work out, or dripping wet from diving into the pool.  If I catch you with your shirt off, you'll catch me walking right into a wall as I am helpless to tear my gaze away, mumbling over how I wish you'd throw me over your shoulder as you carry me into the house, or cradle me in your arms as you take me into the dungeon and kick the door shut behind you!

Butt - I am absolutely fascinated with a nice firm butt, an ass that you can bounce a quarter off of, cheeks that could crush walnuts! Something nice and tight my hands will grip, smooth and soft, but teeming with muscle!  You may even make me want to kiss your ass!





CLOTHES

Leather is always fun, black and masculine, tough and hardy.  Rubber is mysterious, slick and almost sinister in nature. Uniforms don't need any explanation, and riding armor is always a fun little ego trip, but you don't need a closet full of gear to steal a glance from me.  A set of jeans that show off his great butt, a tight muscle shirt that hints at his broad chest, boots to show me who has some power in his step, and once in a while a business suit can really bring the class of a man out to shine.  When he wears it right, it makes me want to rip it off of him that much sooner, or even...make him leave it on...


AGE

This tends to fluctuate with my tastes. Completely across the board, as I've been attracted to the youngest being around 21 years old, to men as seasoned as 50 or so.  My heart desires a man around my age but older, but my experiences tend to lead to disappointment when he reveals that he is immature in the sense of being a man.  (It becomes even more disappointing when I come out to be the more mature one than someone twice my age.)

Experience and Wisdom -  I adore a guy who can teach me something.  Show me something new and interesting! Tell me your childhood stories! Share your hilarious life experiences with me!  Whisper your tragedies into my listening ears.  Confide your embarrassments with my heart.  Warn me of pitfalls that may lay before me in my life's path.  If I can avoid and learn from the mistakes of others, then that is more time saved in my life to dedicate to learning something that is impossible to teach, and must be experienced by the fires of life.  There's nothing quite like a date that lasts into the night, where time is easily lost as we've done nothing but talk.


ATTITUDE

A kind heart, a gentle smile, a warm welcoming man who makes me feel safely at ease.  The fun-loving comedian that makes me laugh and keeps me smiling.  The dominant mentor who can grip my obedient attention.  The shy, soft spoken man of few words who draws my intrigue and only fires my desire to see him bloom.  The slightly reckless, wild man who shocks me but makes me wish I had his courage or lack of sanity.  These men are fun!

When they say that confidence is sexy, they aren't kidding.  I enjoy the confidant, well spoken type who carry themselves well and believe in their own strengths, skills, and ability. However...the exact second this confidence slides down into the sickening underbelly of arrogance, my lust will turn to stone, and I will toss his name to the wind.  Hotness is something you are blessed with, coolness is something you are rumored to be. When you earn these titles you must never speak of them, because the moment you go to show them off, the trophies vanish from their shelves and are never to be seen again.

Shy men who are slightly nervous make me feel confidant, they draw me in with blushes, sweating brows.  They tug on the strings of my heart to encourage them, to stand behind them, to pick them up off their knees and show them just how amazing they are.  When they tremble in my arms, I smile, knowing that they are safe with me, for I only want them to be happy and at ease.




So what do you find sexy in a man?  What makes you hard and wet?  What grips your lust and yanks at your desire?

Tell me.


Play Safe.