atlantarubber's musings

Done for a while

2011-12-10T11:28:00.001-05:00

Gonna take some time off from blogging. Just not feeling very "bloggy." Thanks for all the support and comments. I'll be back in 2012.

Relax!

2011-10-12T10:14:00.003-04:00

I'd forgotten how hot this damn video was!

I think this might explain hubby's fetish

2011-10-03T07:45:00.002-04:00

We spent 8 years in North Dakota, and this was the view of Mount Rushmore from up North.

Where Do I Fit In?

2011-10-02T11:54:00.000-04:00

Let's be honest. Isn't it the #1 question on your mind sometimes? Or is it just me?

The past two weekends have been pretty amazing for two different reasons. Last weekend was our 3rd AtlantaDominion party at the 1763 Dungeon. This weekend was the Black & Blue Weekend at the Eagle here in Atlanta. Both weekends were great, yet both have that capacity to niggle at the nether regions of my mind (a very scary place, hazmat suits recommended).

Here's the deal. I've been an observant person for as long as I can remember. And a damn good reader of people. And probably a little too empathetic (EMpathetic, not pathetic, although sometimes I drift). It's the co-dependent in me: I'm not happy until you're happy. You're not happy, I feel quite certain it's my fault. I've been the type of guy that if I think you're not having a good time I'll join right in on your misery. (Do you hear tiny violins playing sympathy songs in the background?)

Despite all this baggage I've managed to have a pretty damn good time the past two weekends! At the dungeon party we had 26 really hot, playful, kinky guys doing their damnedest to explore, explode, and dive-bomb into their kinks and fetishes and desires. What amazes me is that we had 46 guys signed up to come. 20 guys. TWENTY guys who at the last minute decided something was better. To say it was a drag on my energy would be an understatement. (In the heat of this "rats deserting the sinking ship" moment I believe I may have said some nasty things.....I'll deny everything.) Add to that, two of my best buddies in the world, and co-founders of the AtlantaDominion, were unable to attend because of work and travel....I was doing "hang-dog" expressions left and right. But! BUT! I learned long ago that the "here and now" is where you live. As hubby and I arrived at 1763 we made a vow to put every ounce of energy into the guys who DID show up, and not to worry about those that flaked, begged off, got sick, created excuses, had real excuses, spent too much time at the Eagle the prior night, or were in the midst of their life crises. "Here and now" means this place with these people. And that pays off. Handsomely.

As before there were amazing things going on all over the dungeon. I lost count how many guys got abused in straitjackets. Considering it is my favorite piece of equipment ever invented....well, that's one big vote for being in the "here and now." Having a hand in getting 3 different guys to pretty deep headspace--well that's the nectar of the gods for me. Way down deep, when I see a guy's eyes flutter, and his neck turn to spaghetti, and involuntary moans escape from him....well, that's the big payoff for me.

And sitting at the pizza joint afterwards with 12 other guys (Yes, there were 13 for dinner, but, knock wood, we're all still alive a week later) was the biggest payoff. Happy, happy, happy men and not a single ounce of negative energy. There are amazing people in this world and for that brief moment in time I felt very lucky to be sitting with all of them. I felt like, "I fit in."

For the last two nights I served as a judge for the Mr. Atlanta Rubber contest. I blame Pup Nitro, the sweetest-talking little rascal for roping me into this. I am not a pageant guy. I have been known to call them "The Little Miss Leather Sunshine Contests." I wonder why guys want a sash. I freak out a bit at the thought of parading down some runway showing off my attributes, or lack thereof. I wonder how the guy feels to end up 2nd in a two-man race. (Monopoly players know the old "$10 for 2nd place in a beauty pageant" card.)

Needless to say, I got a huge dose of "doesn't fit in" this weekend. There were about a dozen judges for the Rubber and Bootblack contests. And one contestant in each category, a statement laden with meaning in itself! And as the judges were introduced each was introduced along with the title or titles they hold or held. And as my name was read last....."And Master Dan, from here in Atlanta." Did I feel 3 inches tall. Nah. Maybe 2 1/2 inches tall. But only for a second. It's like the lottery: you can't win if you don't enter. And I choose not to enter.

Later in the evening every single title holder was invited to the stage for a big group shot. When the dust settled there were about 30-35 people on stage. There were about 8 of us left to observe. THAT speaks volumes to me. This is a very particular and specific group, many traveling hundreds of miles!, that gathers to support each other. They celebrate and support each other, maybe to validate their own journey down the runway, maybe to keep the spirit of titleholders alive. It really helped me to understand all of this by reading a recent article at leatherati.com. We all recognize that the internet and various phone gadgets have created a whole different way that we interact and find each other. And this is totally true of leathermen and women, and kinksters of all shapes and sizes. And the need, the true need for contests as gatherings to celebrate our similarities may no longer exist. Time will tell whether or not some contests even continue to survive. I'm not voting on the issue. After this weekend I can see both sides of the argument all too well.

Let me be clear on one thing. Not a single person of the pageant circuit made even the slightest effort to exclude me. (okay, there was one guy, from out of state, who was a dickhead, but I think that's just because he's a dickhead.) In fact, they were some of the most wonderful people I've met in a long time. This is a bunch that tries very hard to include you, not stiff arm you. And I appreciated that effort very much. Whatever element of "not fitting in" I felt was only what I imposed on myself. And I'm a pro at that. Fifty-four years of experience has never let me down!

And I can figure out a thousand morals to this story. Ways that I can learn from this experience and become a better person; self-reflection habits that I should nuke, burn, mutilate, and destroy; ways that I can give myself credit for opening myself up to a new experience; blah blah blah blah.

What I really want to remember is to hold a hand open to the young guy who looks at me and thinks I'M the one who "fits in". Me? Really? Me? You think I'm sane, rational, have my shit together, and "fit in!?!?" Oh.....we have so much to talk about.

A HUGE thanks to Loren and Alex who shared my table during the judging part of the evening. Together they put together Leatherati.com, the single best resource of what's going on in the kink world of today. They are amazing men and it was my pleasure to get to know them better.

And to boy Andy from SC.....I'm looking forward to the next time I get to tie you up!!!

Excited

2011-09-22T08:56:00.000-04:00

This coming Sunday will be our third AtlantaDominion play party at the 1763 dungeon. And I am truly excited. We have 90 guys on the approved list (some from as far away as Florida and Louisiana) and nearly half of them are planning on attending this time around

The original party was planned as a 25th anniversary celebration for hubby and me. Shortly after that Sir Brian, Loki, and I met to discuss making this an ongoing event, which in our minds would fulfill a much needed gaping hole (sexual pun intended) in the social life of Atlanta. I really believe that we just may have accomplished this.

We have a huge variety of kinksters as part of the group, but we share the key elements: respect, safety, discretion, kink-aware, risk-aware, and fun. It's not too late to submit an application, and if you're coming from out of town and need a crash-pad, let me know! Sleeping on the bondage bed here at home can always be arranged.

If you can't make this one, start planning now for the party on November 20th. We open the doors at 2:00 and try to get the party started by 2:30. We wind down at 7:00 and a lot of guys head off to a nearby pizza joint for a little post-party socialization. Twenty bucks. That's it. Just twenty bucks for an afternoon of debauchery!

Be Safe

2011-09-18T08:47:00.000-04:00

(I have about six thousand comments I'd like to shout from the rooftops on this article. Besides all the safety issues that were completely aborted, I believe we all have to recognize that our actions and behaviors will ultimately reflect on everyone in the lifestyle. Please, be safe.)

Europe's Dangerous Sex Craze

Sep 15, 2011 9:24 PM EDT

An Italian man is on trial for the death of his girlfriend during a Japanese bondage scene. Barbie Latza Nadeau on what happens during 'Shibari'—and why extreme sex is on the rise.

Apparently monogamous sex gets tedious even when you’re tied up with rope.

Italian engineer Soter Mule, 42, and his girlfriend Paola Caputo, 24, were avid practitioners of Shibari, an ancient Japanese erotic art. More refined than your typical night of bondage, Shibari involves the use of thin pieces of rope to bind the submissive partner in ways that are meant to be both artistically beautiful and also heighten the sensation of his or her orgasm.

But last Saturday night, the couple was looking to spice things up even more. They met up with a friend of Caputo’s at a local pub in Rome and, after drinking heavily and smoking hashish, the three headed to the parking garage where Caputo worked as daytime attendant. The dimly lit space was closed and desolate, the perfect setting for a kinky sex act. Mule strung the two women, with their consent and help, from a rafter with strategically placed soft ropes. He used their weight to counterbalance them, each with one foot on the ground. When one woman moved, it tightened the ropes and intensified the sensation for the other, and vice versa.

Everything was fine until the less-experienced woman fainted. The force of her sudden dead weight quickly lifted and strangled Caputo, even though Mule quickly tried to cut his girlfriend free. She died of asphyxiation, and the couple’s new friend nearly suffered the same fate. Mule was arrested and charged with involuntary manslaughter, and later released on house arrest.

In detailed testimony to the arraigning judge on Wednesday, Mule described how extreme sex like Shibari involves total control. He explained how he alternately teased and penetrated the women for maximum pleasure. He admitted that he made a mistake by not cutting Caputo from her bondage ropes sooner, but insisted that the extreme sex was consensual. “No one forced anyone,” he told the court. “Paola and her friend consented, but I was the master and I ultimately made the fatal mistake. I should have had the knife closer, as they suggest when practicing this type of bondage. By the time I found it, it was too late.”

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When police searched Mule’s apartment, they found a cache of sex toys, bondage ropes, and albums of photos he had taken of women bound in various contortions. His computer was filled with content suggesting sexual deviancy or erotic artistry, depending on your point of view. Nothing Mule did was illegal. The surviving friend, still recovering in the hospital, backed up his version of events. There were no minors involved, and sadomasochism is not a crime in Italy.

Mule was an active member of several BDSM (bondage, discipline, submission, masochism) websites and posted frequently under the moniker Kinbaku, the name used for Shibari in the 15^th century when its use was first recorded. Many of his followers looked to him for advice on how to practice Shibari. “He was considered an expert,” one friend of Mule’s told the ANSA news agency. “When practicing this kind of extreme sex everything has to be controlled, and he was well aware of that.”

Caputo’s death has since opened up a steamy debate in Italy, which has some of the highest numbers of extreme-sex aficionados in Europe, according to a poll by La Repubblica newspaper. Not to be confused with sexual predators who attack their victims, extreme-sex participants engage in risky, mutually consensual sex that they know could kill them if something goes wrong. One in 10 Italian couples practice “extreme sex,” which is defined as sex that could put one partner’s life at risk—and even those who aren’t doing things that could end in death are still risqué. Sixteen percent of Italian couples use masks and forms of bondage, and 5 percent admit to regularly engaging in mild sadomasochistic practices. Over half use erotic props in their usual sexual rapport. Just under 3 percent of the population has had sex with more than one person at a time, and slightly less than that have had group sex involving three or more partners.

Ayzad (he goes by only one name), author of A Guide to Extreme Eroticism published last year in Milan, told The Daily Beast that sexual extremism is a growing phenomenon across the globe primarily because of the Internet, which hosts thousands of websites and message boards where fetish fanatics can post their ideas and learn how to fulfill the most fringe erotic fantasies.

But the surge in high-risk sex has also led to an increase in accidental death when sex games go wrong. As many as 1,000 young men die each year of auto-erotic asphyxiation, or AEA, which is the practice of cutting off oxygen at the moment of orgasm to heighten the sensation. Michael Hutchence, the lead singer of INXS, allegedly died of an auto-erotic accident, as did Kung Fu star David Carradine. Only a few hundred women suffer the same fate. Many AEA deaths are called “suicide” since the victims are frequently found either hanging from a belt or rope or with a plastic bag over their heads. If a partner wasn’t involved, the victims are often found in the nude with pornography nearby.

But the real question is whether accidental death by orgasmic accident should be treated the same way as other accidental deaths. Every year there are hundreds of cases that make it to court. Last week a Swedish man was sentenced to 16 years in prison for “accidentally” killing a 17-year-old girl he met via the Internet. The girl had been strangled with a live electric cord during consensual sex. She had actually blogged about the thrill of the experience before the game turned fatal. In 2010, an Oklahoma man accidentally killed his wife when they were playing with a pistol during an erotic session. He was not charged with murder but instead convicted of a lesser crime. The year before, a Pennsylvania woman died of electroshock when her husband upped the amps on their “sex battery” which was wired to her nipples and vagina. He was charged with involuntary manslaughter but is already out of prison. In the U.K., a new law prohibits any citizen from possessing “extreme pornography” in the form of photographs from necrophilia to bestiality. Offenders can face prison time of up to two years and hefty fines. But the law stops short of making it a crime to engage in acts that could cause death to a participant.

“Accidents in extreme sex are rare,” says Ayzad. “You understand right away if it is for you or not.” And even if it is, that might not be enough to keep you alive.

You know me and Suit and Tie Bondage....

2011-09-12T08:59:00.000-04:00

You can find more pics and the video (not a free site, darn it) at menatplay

Long Overdue, Part II

2011-09-08T05:55:00.000-04:00

Some of my other favorite pics from that night at 1763.

Long Overdue

2011-09-08T05:52:00.000-04:00

Apologies to all of you for being remiss in posting. Call it a funk, a dry spell, a lack of interest, misplaced focus. You name it, they all apply. Add to it that the pup is ailing and I'm back to a sick work schedule and what you get is a dead blog. Mea culpa.

We DID however get a chance to do a little play at out local dungeon a couple weeks ago and cameras were allowed inside. Fun stuff!

Ah! Memories!

2011-07-26T09:18:00.000-04:00

This video stunned me when it first appeared on MTV.

The following gave me the best chuckle of the week.

Three Ring Circus

2011-07-12T07:15:00.000-04:00

This past Sunday Sir Brian, pup loki, and I hosted our 2nd dungeon party at 1763, the best play space in all of SouthEast America and certainly one of the top five in the nation. Our first party was back in April when hubby and I hosted for our 25th anniversary. Our next event is September 25th, a Sunday, from 2-7 p.m., and you can learn more about it at our website: AtlantaDominion.

One of the biggest reasons we selected 1763 as our site is that it is so conducive to our style of play. A large dungeon contains cages, spanking benches, a bondage table, a huge shower area perfect for piss play, benches and sofas for relaxing while watching, two electric hoists, and plenty of room to wander about and view the various scenes. Smaller dungeons offer more suspension possibilities, St. Andrew's crosses, sofas perfect for intimate spanking scenes (right, hubby?), a wonderful bondage "pagoda", and the medical room complete with a bondage ladder and OBGYN table. Outside there is a secluded patio and deck for smokers and some possibilities for some great bondage. With the temp in the mid-90s there wasn't much happening there on Sunday, but I expect it might get more use in September.

I played dungeon monitor all day and couldn't have been happier to do so. This gave me an opportunity to be voyeur extraordinaire. I, unfortunately, missed a few of the cum shots, but there wasn't a hot scene that I didn't view at least partially. We've taken a lot of care selecting the men who participate in our parties so the need for a DM is probably not strong. Still, knowing there's someone available should a scene go wrong or there be a need for assistance adds to the safety of the whole day,

By agreement, discretion is pretty key to our parties. No photographs, a private system of contacting our participants, no phones in the play space, and a mutual respect mean our men have a chance to play hard and not worry about seeing unwanted pics of themselves on the net later. We also have an agreement that participants can discuss scenes from the party as long as participants are not identified. So, pardon the vague references that follow:

l. One of the best masters of rope bondage in the world joined us this past Sunday and created several beautiful scenes. In tow were two of his close friends, one who made a beautiful rope bondage model, the other displayed some mighty fine rope work of his own.

2, The standing cage was pretty much used all afternoon as one of my good friends slid pipes between the bars and laced those pipes up tight. It's an intense experience for the bondage sub as well as all the onlookers made even more so when the cage is suspended by one of the electric hoists. I think we spent as much time cleaning up the drool and precum from around the cage as we did cleaning up the cum shots in the cage.

3. There were a lot of "impact" scenes involving spanking, paddling, and flogging. All very nice.

4. The spiderweb made of chain got lots of use as did the pagoda with some great standing bondage created.

5. I loved hearing the shrieks of joy/agony when a young boy was suspended and tickled quite mercilessly by three men surrounding him.

6. I guess I'm most proud of the men who "broke through" at this party, throwing caution to the wind, and allowing themselves to experience new thrills. I know they've been riding high since then. And the tops who initiated them to these experiences--well, suffice to say, they are some of the best.

I've talked with several of the men who joined us last Sunday and I know they're anxious for the next party. Great! I did see more than one couple exchanging phone numbers. Cool! And I'm happy for all of us that for a second straight time we had one balls-to-the-wall, drama-free, endorphin-raising, good time.

Want to join us? Fill out an application at our website!

Eagle Raid Botched. Big Surprise.

2011-06-29T18:38:00.000-04:00

http://www.projectqatlanta.com/news_articles/view/eagle_reports_police_raid_was_botched_mess?gid=8567

Eagle reports: Police raid was botched mess

By Matt Hennie | Jun 29, 2011 | 2:05 PM

Two long-awaited and much-delayed investigations into the police department’s Atlanta Eagle raid in 2009 show just how botched this operation really was: They criticize not only officers and their department, but city attorneys and even the jail.

In other words, the reports confirm what patrons inside the bar during the Sept. 10, 2009 raid already knew. They also reiterated what the public has learned in nearly two years of a steady stream of details that have come out through repeated press conferences, police denials, and a federal lawsuit that was settled for $1.025 million with promises of reforms for the Atlanta Police Department and improved training for its officers.

Late Tuesday – a day after a deadline set by a federal judge—Mayor Kasim Reed’s office released two reports – the Atlanta Police Department’s internal investigation and another from the high-powered law firm Greenberg Traurig that were mandated in the settlement terms of the federal lawsuit.

The takeaway: The raid violated the Fourth Amendment rights of patrons and employees, and violated several provisions of the police department’s Standard Operating Procedure. Potential prejudice and bias, inadequate planning and training, a failure in command staff oversight and involvement, a breakdown in communication between command staff and officers, and a lack of effective coordination between the City Law Department and the police agency all contributed to the problems found in the raid, Greenberg Traurig said.

“The reports conclude that most of the officers involved in the operation did not conform to the APD’s standard operating procedures,” City Attorney Cathy Hampton said in a statement released late Tuesday.

Hampton also said that Reed and police Chief George Turner (second photo) will review both reports and that Turner will “determine appropriate disciplinary action in short order.” Reed, who in the past has pledged swift action if wrongdoing was found in the Eagle raid, has not spoken publicly about the Eagle reports. Turner has repeatedly rejected calls from the Atlanta Citizen Review Board and his own LGBT advisory board to punish officers in the raid, saying he’ll revisit those recommendations once the internal investigation is wrapped up.

In its 343-page report, Greenberg Traurig also says the findings won’t repair the damage done by the raid.

“GT is aware that its investigation and conclusions may not offer complete comfort to the patrons and employees that were involved in or witness to the Eagle Raid on September 10, 2009, to the important gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender community that resides in or visits the City of Atlanta, or to other citizens of Atlanta. Nor may this report serve to repair the damage to the reputations of officers associated with this incident and litigation who committed no wrongdoing, especially those who were named as defendants but were never present at the Eagle Raid,” the report says.

Greenberg Traurig also concluded that several factors, including “the sensitivity concerns
presented by dealing with a gay establishment,” should have mandated that a police lieutenant was on hand to supervise the raid. Lt. Tony Crawford, a commander of the Vice Unit that oversaw the raid, has said his presence wasn’t warranted and didn’t review plans for the raid before it took place.

The internal investigation by Atlanta police sustained 42 violations of the police department’s operating procedures involving 26 officers. Some 10 officers were cited for lying about the raid in subsequent investigations, including the chief architects of the raid and undercover investigation leading up to it – Sgt. John Brock (fourth photo) and Inv. Bennie Bridges (third photo).

Its 48-page report also indicates that an internal investigation into the raid was completed before the federal lawsuit was settled, despite claims from police officials that it couldn’t be publicly released because it remained under review.

S&M stigma, drinks, violent sex and other findings of Eagle reports

Those risky leather daddies and bears. Brock, when asked why he ordered patrons to lay face down on the bar floor, offered this: “There’s a risk factor involved when you’re dealing with people you don’t know anything about. S&M, that – that has a stigma of some sort of violence.” Oh, and this: “In the past I have as a patrol officer handled calls where there are gay couples living in residence where one is mad at the other, and they slash clothes, furniture, anything they can do. They’re very violent.”

Bootylicious sex. Officer Jeremy Edwards offered this insight: “Seeing another man have sex with another man in the ass, I would classify that as very violent.”

The thin blue wall. Even in a controversial raid, police officers support one another. Among the nearly 60 patrons inside the Eagle during the raid was an off-duty police officer from Tennessee. When Atlanta police confirmed his identity, he was released while others were forced to lay face down on the bar’s floor.

Injuries during the raid. Mark Danak suffered cuts and was bloodied when he was forced to lay on the floor that included glass from a beer bottle broken during the raid. A second person also was forced to lay in broken glass, but did not report any injuries. Doorman Earnest Buehl suffered an apparent anxiety attack during the raid and was treated at the scene by paramedics. Once booked into the city jail, he was taken to the hospital and remained there for three days.

The case of the missing cash box. Buehl said he stocked the cash box he used as doorman with at least $400 on the night of the raid. He tried to keep track of it when handcuffed and arrested, but officers ignored his pleas. The box, and its contents after an evening of $5 cover charges, has not been recovered since the raid.

My best cop friend is gay. Officers who took part in the raid all denied making the anti-gay slurs that patrons and employees detailed in 14 complaints to the police department’s internal affairs unit and a dozen complaints to the Atlanta Citizen Review Board. Their defense? Officer Stephanie Upton, a lesbian who no longer works for Atlanta police but took part in the raid.

“Officers indicated that they would not use gay slurs or derogatory language in any professional setting, but especially one where Upton was present. Red Dog officers believed that Upton would have alerted supervisors if such language had been used. Similarly, officers believe the use of racial slurs was unlikely because of the large percentage of African American officers on both Red Dog and Vice present at the Eagle,” according to the Greenberg Traurig report.

Book ‘em. The Eagle 8 arrested during the raid were held in the city jail for nearly 16 hours. Police issued them tickets for city ordinance violations and did not include a bond amount because the “offenses cited do not commonly result in arrest.”

Lawyer talk. Officers consulted with city attorneys during their undercover operation and ahead of the raid, yet they weren’t warned to obtain a search warrant for the bar and still breached Fourth Amendment prohibitions on search and seizures, search warrants and probable cause.

Drinks for everyone. Media reports have detailed the use of city funds by police investigators to buy drinks in the investigation leading up to the raid and in the hours before officers stormed the bar. Greenberg Traurig says at least $170 was spent on drinks, cover charges and tips – including $110 on the night of the raid – but no shots were consumed. Bridges says he bought drinks for two patrons, along with a cap in Rawhide Leather, the store in the Eagle building. (Bridges was later arrested for DUI in a city-owned car.)

What about Red Dog? Turner disbanded the Red Dog Unit earlier this year amid criticism over its role in the Eagle raid and accusations that officers in the paramilitary unit fondled drivers during traffic stops. But the unit, which provided support during the Eagle raid, didn’t plan the action. That was done by the Vice Unit, which wasn’t disbanded despite the lack of a search warrant, extensive violations of department policies, and not telling Red Dog officers they were raiding the bar without a warrant.

Hurry up and wait. Officers secured the Eagle in two minutes when they raided it. But patrons were forced to lay face down on the floor for 45 minutes before they were released.

A little God before the gays. The scores of police officers that raided the bar held a pre-raid briefing some three blocks away – in the parking lot of Grace United Methodist Church.

Making a list and checking it twice. Two charts (below) now detail the operating procedures and Fourth Amendment protections that each police supervisor and officer broke during the raid. It’s a quick and handy reference guide and points out that despite the pleas of some officers – including former Red Dog Officer Brian Walters (bottom photo) – that they did nothing wrong during the raid, they really did. So much for Walters and the easy smile and even easier denials he issued during a brief interview during a community meeting with police in April.

Anniversary Of Deadliest Gay Massacre In U.S. History

2011-06-27T12:27:00.000-04:00

I remember reading about this a few years later, and am so glad that this article is circulating again. It's important that we keep such significant events in our hearts and souls. We have much to be proud of. We have much to overcome.

Anniversary Of Deadliest Gay Massacre In U.S. History

Written by Brandon Rolph | Friday, 24 June 2011

Tags: upstairs lounge, gay massacre, new orleans, anniversary

The last Sunday of June holds more gay history in the U.S. than possibly any other day. On the fourth anniversary of Stonewall Riots 32 gay people burned to death by an act of arson at UpStairs Lounge in New Orleans. Important but graphic details and images after the jump.

This Sunday will be the anniversary of the UpStairs Lounge fire which massacred 32 gay people. The Lounge had just hosted its regular services for the gay-friendly Metropolitan Community Church. In the evening about 60 patrons enjoyed David Gary’s piano playing and discussed the bar’s upcoming MCC fundraiser to help the Crippled Children’s Hospital, Queerty writes:

"At 7:56PM the bartender Buddy Rasmussen heard the downstairs buzzer and asked Luther Boggs to go check the door. Normally cabbies would ring the buzzer to tell people that they had arrived, but when Boggs went to answer the door, he found no cab driver. Instead he found the flames of a molotov cocktail engulfing the wooden staircase and climbing towards the bar.

Rasmussen led about twenty or thirty people out through an unmarked exit behind the bar where they emerged onto the roof and hopped from roof to roof until they found a way down.

But the thirty others remaining in the lounge ran confusedly to the barred windows where they tried to escape. One man managed to squeeze through the fourteen-inch gap between the bars and the sill—he jumped onto the street, his entire body in flames, and died there. The Reverend Bill Larson clung to the bars and slowly melted into the window frame where his charred body stayed visible for hours afterwards.

MCC assistant pastor George 'Mitch' Mitchell escaped but when he realized that his boyfriend Louis Broussard was still in the bar, he went back to save him—workers would later find their charred bodies holding each other among the charred wreckage.

The fire only lasted 16-minutes. It killed 29 people and three more who later died from their burns, including Boggs the man who had answered the door. New Orleans had never seen a larger death toll by fire up to that time nor had the United States seen such a large mass murder of gays and lesbians."

I had never heard this story until today. HuffPost remembered the largely forgotten tragedy in 2008 during Pride season:

"It was almost assuredly the largest mass murder of gays and lesbians to ever occur in the United States.

Yet the city tried mightily to ignore it. Public reaction was grossly out of proportion to what would have happened if the victims were straight. The fire exposed an ugly streak of homophobia and bigotry. It was the first time New Orleans had to openly confront the existence of its own gay community, and the results were not pretty.

Initial news coverage omitted mention that the fire had anything to do with gays, despite the fact that a gay church in a gay bar had been torched. What stories did appear used dehumanizing language to paint the scene, with stories in the States-Item, New Orleans' afternoon paper, describing 'bodies stacked up like pancakes,' and that 'in one corner, workers stood knee deep in bodies...the heat had been so intense, many were cooked together.' Other reports spoke of 'mass charred flesh' and victims who were 'literally cooked.'"

Furthermore, media was extremely unsympathetic and even mocked the victims, HuffPost recounts:

"The press ran quotes from one cab driver who said, 'I hope the fire burned their dress off,' and a local woman who claimed 'the Lord had something to do with this.' The fire disappeared from headlines after the second day.

A joke made the rounds and was repeated by talk radio hosts asking, 'What will they bury the ashes of queers in? Fruit jars.' Official statements by police were similarly offensive. Major Henry Morris, chief detective of the New Orleans Police Department, dismissed the importance of the investigation in an interview with the States-Item. Asked about identifying the victims, he said, 'We don't even know these papers belonged to the people we found them on. Some thieves hung out there, and you know this was a queer bar.'

In the days that followed, other churches refused to allow survivors to hold a memorial service for the victims on their premises. Catholics, Lutherans, and Baptists all said no.

Even more stunning, some families refused to claim the bodies of their dead sons, too ashamed to admit they might be gay. The city would not release the remains of four unidentified persons for burial by the surviving MCC congregation members. They were dumped in mass graves at Potter's Field, New Orleans' pauper cemetery. No one was ever charged with the crime, and it remains unsolved."

This is a tragic reminder that fighting for our rights is the same as fighting for our lives, and dignity thereafter.

For a wonderful pup, bootbrush

2011-06-11T13:57:00.000-04:00

I read your entries from your wonderful Amsterdam trip. And I know we share a love of Joni. So a video of Joni on the banks of the Amstel? Yeah. I thought of you.

Is Monogamy Obsolete? New Books Challenge Our Ideas of Fidelity

2011-06-09T12:53:00.000-04:00

Yeah, it's all geared toward Weinergate and heteros, but it's a good article encouraging all of us to reexamine our perceptions of monogamy and 19th century parameters of relationships.

Is Monogamy Obsolete? New Books Challenge Our Ideas of Fidelity

Pup Play

2011-06-07T12:10:00.001-04:00

Hubby and I recently had a chance to host two pups for a little frolicking and some bondage. You'd think it would be two times the fun, but actually the multiplication table goes off the charts by just adding one pup to the mix. There were all kinds of great moments, from frisky, well-behaved pups, to horny, begging boys. I was amazed at how quickly the time went. And so pleased to have been a part of hubby's evil designs. Hubby's heart isn't really into topping, but I could see how pleased he was at having been the one to coordinate the whole event. Besides! he got his nips chewed on by two pups!

For My Buddy

2011-05-29T10:45:00.002-04:00

For Mike, who is currently helping the Las Vegas economy.

I hope you win a bundle!

ROFL

2011-05-27T07:20:00.000-04:00

Happy Memorial Day Weekend, All!

Published!

2011-05-25T10:18:00.000-04:00

Kudos to loki for writing this article and submitting it to Leatherati, a terrific on-line resource for the BDSM and leather communities. I'm just a humble contributor to his thoughtful sharing of a personal journey.

I'm really proud of him for sharing his insights and giving something back to the community.

The article website is:

http://www.leatherati.com/leatherati_issues/2011/05/bringing-home-a-new-puppy.html#

I'm Booorrrrrrred

2011-05-25T09:49:00.000-04:00

So I went to http://www.amctv.com/madmenyourself/ and made these. LOL. For my new identity on Christwire. Very funny satire site that enjoys talking about homogays and their threat to society.

Very Gratifying

2011-05-22T08:11:00.000-04:00

I just checked out Eckie's site this morning after a little hiatus and was incredibly pleased to see that my four-part story "Discoveries" has been read over 2000 times since late March when I posted it. 2000 times! Wow! And the feedback and e-mails I've received have been so genuinely warm and encouraging, I really can't thank those readers enough for all the positive support. (And to date, "Discoveries, Part I" is the 2nd most read story of 2011.)

I've posted 3 different stories there (all previously posted here) and am impressed at how all the numbers are strong, comments positive, and, LOL, in the multi-part stories there's always a curious upswing from the penultimate chapter to the final chapter. Everybody's looking for that big cum shot, I guess!

The complete numbers as of this morning:

Discoveries: 2001
More Discoveries: 1232
Further Discoveries: 1059
Still Further Discoveries: 947
Final Discoveries: 1043

Room 304, I: 1253
Room 304, II: 969
Room 304, III: 856
Room 304, IV: 879

The Selection: 1644

If you haven't joined Eckie's site you should! It's free and filled with tons of photos (searchable and a great slide show function) and several years' worth of great bondage stories.

http://www.eckie.com/cpg9/index.php

What a Gift

2011-05-19T19:29:00.000-04:00

I am so amazed at times. I celebrated my 3 week anniversary since surgery on Wednesday. There's been lots of progress and I felt like it was time to at least venture back into the dungeon for a short bit. No heavy lifting, no bending, no twisting, but I've been dying to try out the new humane restraints I inherited. So pup had a change of schedule today that allowed him to sneak away from work a bit early and we got to spend a couple of hours in the dungeon. Yay.

Pup has put himself in an "honor," "sympathetic" chastity mode because a good friend and fellow pup asked him to share his own chastity journey. Today was day 11 of that journey, but he'll have to start over! Actually, it might be more appropriate to say that like many others who endure chastity, he's fulfilled his duties by not whacking off, and only cumming when I allow it. That's a pretty nice gift in itself!

But when pup appeared today, he took my breath away. Now, if you've read this whole blog you know I sort of have this thing about men in suits and ties. Personally I think it goes right along with all the other uniform and gear fetishes so many of us have. There's a power image seeing a man in suit and tie, but there's also so many other feelings that go along with it. For me? Feeling starched shirts, stiff collars, silk ties, and some really wonderful silk boxers that I'd given him and asked him to wear, WOOF, and as a bonus he was wearing the black suspenders I'd given him, MORE WOOF. Well, the total picture was nirvana for me.

On went the new, shorter dog collar and padlock, off came the suit jacket and wasting no time we trotted up to the dungeon. On went a leather hood and a pretty severe posture collar, right over all the other clothing. Using several ropes and the humane restraints I restrained pup to the floating bondage table. Balls and dripping penis were exposed and a couple hours later a very nice load drenched his shirt.

Somewhere mid-session pup surprised me by asking to "go deeper," presumably a desire to go much deeper into the submissive headspace. We accomplished some of that, but I know he craves going into deeper and darker territory than he's ever experienced. (I know it took him a full fifteen minutes to return to this world post orgasm...) We're working on that! And we hope maybe that he'll have a chance to experience some erotic hypnosis with another Top. How cool is that?

For pup to endure wearing the suit all day, more dressy than he needed to be for his work day, meant a lot to me. Yeah, it's a control issue (I LOVED yanking on his tie whilst jacking him off, growl!), but it was a tremendous gift to me made with great respect for my own fetishes. As I was snapping a few pics I told him it would be enough for me to whack off to for a few months. LOL. Totally true.

Thank you, Loki.

Totally Hot

2011-05-18T23:03:00.000-04:00

Just a little more music

2011-05-17T09:40:00.002-04:00

Poll: Given Choice Between Palin and Trump, Most Voters Choose Suicide « Borowitz Report

2011-05-15T11:08:00.000-04:00

Poll: Given Choice Between Palin and Trump, Most Voters Choose Suicide « Borowitz Report

daddy's birchboy: video - those were the days

2011-05-14T09:10:00.000-04:00

OMG, OMG, OMG
LOL, LMFAO, LOL

The sex is so-so, but the music is the best, and the dialogue is incredible. Cannot wait to see the wall-to-wall carpeting!!!

daddy's birchboy: video - those were the days

Quiet Time

2011-05-14T08:15:00.000-04:00

I wish I could say this post was about time in a sleepsack, hooded, gagged, and floating off to that quiet place. But it's just a reflection of how quiet life is right now. Surgery was a little over two weeks ago and if you'd asked me 5 days ago I would have told you that the 12 week recovery period was gonna be waaay too long. I was beginning to feel like I could get back to work much sooner, and back to sex even sooner. Then this pothole in the road to recovery appeared.

All of a sudden my left foot started getting a little numb, then after a couple days of that I kept looking at my foot trying to figure out how I'd burned it because that was the overwhelming feeling. Right now it feels like I've got 3rd degree burns on the tops of all my toes and major blisters on the big toe and ball of the foot. Grrrr. So a call to the Doc and I find out it's not unusual, with the possibility that it could be anything from a slight inflammation of the sciatic nerve, to scar tissue developing on the nerve, to the nerves not healing correctly. So we added another drug to the regiment which means more drowsy and dizzy time. Ick. It's discouraging to have a setback. I'm walking less than I was and a lot slower than I had built up to, mostly because putting on a sock and shoe is torture (um. the bad kind of torture, not that good kind.)

At least now I know why we scheduled the full 12 weeks for recovery. Meanwhile I'm cleaning gear, making rope floggers, chatting up a storm, and learning this thing I've never known: patience. Ugh. I hate patience.

A big thanks to Sparky and TrapperSmith for the nice comments on their blogs. I hope to have some new material at the blog before too long! The rope is gathering dust and I HATE that!

Latex Football Shirt

2011-05-07T11:16:00.000-04:00

I'm not usually one to repost pics here from other great sites, but I know at least a couple of guys who might not have seen this one. It's from Metalbond's site (see my list of blogs). I also know a certain pup who recently purchased some leather football pants on whom this shirt would look quite handsome!

One year ago

2011-05-03T10:47:00.002-04:00

May 2nd, 2010 was when I made my first blog entry. 210 entries later (averaging 4 a week, not bad!) I look back at some of the earlier writing and am amazed at what a year it's been. Despite some of the worst pain episodes of my life, I really believe I've had the richest and most joyous year of my life. As hubby and I enriched our relationship the depth of our love and commitment (and sexuality!) reached all new levels. Meeting and becoming close with ~loki has added all kinds of levels to what is already a great journey. Being able to share in his journey has been exceptionally gratifying.

Add to that the richness of several old and new friendships and play partners and I sometimes pinch myself, feeling that sense that this must be a dream. I do have a new goal, though. All those years in Iowa and North Dakota coupled with losing all my close friends to AIDS back in the 90s made me forget how hard it is to be a real friend. Upper mid-west folks are notorious for keeping people at arm's length, relying on self-dependence, putting on our happy faces and pretending every thing is hunky-dory. Admitting vulnerability, admitting you NEED your friends is not part of how we were taught to live our lives. As I've gone idiotic with everything that led up to the surgery, and almost become a recluse post-surgery I've failed a couple of close friends who just needed to be friends. Thankfully they've knocked me up side the head. Hopefully they'll accept the apologies.

Not thinking too clearly with all the pain meds right now, so putting two sentences together is not my strong suit. I've made a list of all the blog entries I want to do. Hopefully you'll be patient.

And thanks to all the followers here who have posted such positive and encouraging comments. I hope you'll continue reading, enjoying and supporting. I intend to have rope in my hands in about a month. Meanwhile I'll practice the knots!

Surgery Day

2011-04-27T11:35:00.001-04:00

As this post appears I should be headed to the recovery room from a microdiscectomy to remove chunks of bad things that squirted out of a disc and set up residence in the spinal nerve channel thereby putting pressure on my sciatic nerve and causing various levels of distress and pain in my left leg. The surgery carries a 92% level of success for major or total pain relief. I WILL be in that 92% category, dammit!

I get from 6-12 weeks to recover from this during which I'm not allowed to take any rickshaw rides, squat over any Indian style commodes, nor lift anything over 4 pounds. Please leave a note here on how much your dick weighs.

And keep good thoughts.

Frolicon

2011-04-25T08:46:00.000-04:00

I spent a good chunk of this past weekend at a local convention called Frolicon. Developed as a gathering for science fiction, gaming, and fantasy fans, geeks, lovers, writers, and other general nutcases, the convention has morphed into a pretty serious avenue for pansexual kinksters. Since I'm not a real fan, geek, lover, or writer of the genres I put myself in the category of general nutcase (where I humbly belong), and had a remarkably good time the entire weekend! It was My pup who got me there (many thanks!) mostly because in his general excitement he'd registered for the event twice! (He shall hereafter be known as "the boy so excited by Frolicon he registered twice", or BoySEFHRT.

Over the course of the weekend there were a wide variety of presentations for the various communities served by the Con. Examples included general discussions and how-to's on furries, bondage, tag-team dominating, negotiating scenes, creative costuming, zombie makeup, lacing corsets, Victorian flirting, and the creatively-titled "Shish-ka-Dick." A nice collection of vendors filled a ballroom with a wide variety of BDSM tools, kinky clothing, corsetry, and jewelry.

My favorite activity, by far, was just being a people-watcher. Every time I entered the vendor area Lee and Miles were busily lacing up women into beautiful corsets at the Marvelous Mayhem booth. They are magicians. The first woman I saw laced up they got down to about a 25 inch waist. Her enormous breasts (cup size "I"...as in two large turkeys) floated beautifully atop the tightly cinched waist. I turned around and saw four Littles bounce by. These "Littles" are adults of 21-65 dressed as 5 year-olds complete with lollipops and crayolas heading down for the cookie-decorating panel. Later I was headed up the escalator and a tightly-corseted woman was descending to my left. She shrieked, "oh, FUCK." A few seconds later, twice as loud, "Jesus! Please! FUCK! JESUUUUUUS!" I thought it might have something to do with it being Easter weekend. A few steps behind her I saw a man with an evil grin hitting buttons on a remote control.

In a matter of a few square feet of the hotel lobby you could see a dominatrix in full gear next to a Little next to a cross-dressing maid in full latex costume next to a Furry next to a zombie next to a Steampunker (see above photo). I have to admit the Steampunkers have my total admiration for some incredible imagination and creativity in their costuming, gadgetry and weaponry.

And pretty much anytime day or night you could find some sort of dungeon party taking place. Times were set aside for W2W, M2M, women who love M2M, spankers, and general pansexual play. For the big late night dungeon parties 3 large ballrooms were opened to each other with a variety of cages, suspension sites, whipping crosses, and wrestling mats set up. On Friday night the line to get in to the dungeon had to be at least 50 people long when I finally had to give up and hit the road for home.

The dungeon play was hit and miss. Both literally and figuratively. It was a thrill watching BoySEFHRT swing a flogger. He also did some gorgeous rope work on a variety of guys. His dance card was VERY full for the weekend. And both Friday and Saturday night he ended up having to ice his shoulder from all the flogger action. He was laser-focused, caring, devilish, and extremely good at what he did. I could easily have just stayed nearby and watched him every single minute, but I also didn't want him to think I was "overseeing" his work, him worried that I was on the sidelines ready to critique his every move, because nothing could have been further from the truth. I was just intrigued by how good he was. But I forced myself to walk around, to leave the dungeon for good chunks of time, and occasionally do a little play of my own.

At the M2M party a handsome couple joined the party about half way through. The Top was a rugged, broad-shouldered man, dark in features, with a Unikilt and some nice boots. The boy was equally good looking with a much smaller build and one of those grins that draws you in. A bit later the Top put some really nasty looking steel cuffs on the boy leaving him strung up and alone in the dungeon. A few guys gathered to tease the boy a bit (nice!), but a little later when he was on his own I took the opportunity for a little grab and grope of my own. Mid-nipple-pinch the handsome boy asked, "Do you have a blog?" "Um....yes?" "I thought I recognized that goatee!"

Later we got to talk a bit more. (This was after a rather large metal collar was locked on the boy.) I voiced my own hope that he'd be wearing the collar for the rest of the weekend. That threw him a bit as I know he was probably pretty closeted about his kinks, but sure enough, later that day I saw the two of them in the lobby with the boy still collared. Cool! And I'm hoping this couple may be joining us for our own dungeon parties down the road. Nice guys, nice kinks, all good energy. My kind of people.

I have always tried to remain very positive in this blog, but I have to admit the dungeon play I observed was much more "miss" than "hit." In fact some of the behavior was so awful and dangerous and stupid I found myself getting quite angry. You think driving and texting is bad? Try flogging and texting (yes, really, I saw this.) To the bored dominatrix lazily and with no focus or care swinging a flogger while constantly looking around the room--what were you looking for? To see if anyone was watching you? To find a better victim? Really? To the groups and groups and groups of noisy, loud, disrespectful people standing too close to the whip handlers or the riggers--Do you not see how distracting you are? Did you not read the signs concerning a ban on cell phones? Whose fault do you think it is when that flogger hit you in the back of the head? To the idiotic, pompous, and totally unprepared Dungeon Monitors--Why did the rigger have to ask you to move the cackling, texting, screeching crowd right behind him? And why did you just push that same crowd into the midst of another scene rather than actually solving the problem? And when that woman collapsed from the flogging and single-tailing she was taking (by a very capable top who was clearly rattled by her fainting), how is it possible that the five of you DMs could just stand there, watching, and leave it to me to get her a blanket, water, sugar? Really? To the guy who offered up his girlfriend as flogging practice for anybody walking by--I kind of like the idea, but you might want to help people understand that the lower back is off limits. Oh that's right, you were the one texting while flogging. I'm surprised you hit the target at all. I really hope that woman isn't still peeing blood from the abuse her kidneys took. And to the guy who was flogging Tiny Tim (hearing falsetto screams from a guy with some of the skankiest hair I've seen in a long time was a bit disconcerting), rolling your eyes multiple times at the crowd watching won you no fans. Just because your bottom couldn't take your poorly-placed strikes (have you even noticed how a whip or flogger will wrap around the sides and to the front if you stand too close?), nor your whacks at full force without even a hint of warming him up, please understand: This is NOT HIS FAULT. Of course it was no surprise to see you toss him aside without a hint of aftercare and put on your orange sash and assume your pompous role of Dungeon Monitor. Grrrrrr.

Deep breath. Another deep breath. Let it go. We all start somewhere. Hubby and I started with little $10 velcro restraints nearly 25 years ago. And I'm sure when we purchased our first little flogger some 20 years ago we were clueless how to use it. We survived. Hopefully all these folks will too. I just hope they're smart enough to sober up and go to a few of the classes at the next Con and learn real technique. Or stop looking at their iPhones and watch BoySEFHRT's technique!

Okay, I promise to stop calling him BoySEFHRT. Loki was amazing. Is amazing. And it was totally great for me to get a glimpse of a significant part of his own history and journey.

daddy's birchboy: a great blog and a GREAT article

2011-04-21T07:20:00.001-04:00

I made a "gift" to hubby of this blog I found thanks to Sparky's links. Hubby burned through the 200 videos in less than 3 days. I've put a link to "daddy's birchboy" in my bloglist to the right.

The following article from that blog is just ripe with great ideas!

POSITION AND POSTURE

Next comes an article written most obviously by a master spanker. The author explains in painstaking detail the importance of position and posture.

One of the factors that sets spanking apart from other forms of swatting is the deliberate and sometimes ceremonial positioning of the participants. While some spankings are haphazard, I prefer spankings that include the ritual of positioning.

Both the spankee and spanker adopt positions that facilitate and enhance the spanking. These positions generally work to the advantage of the spanker and the disadvantage of the spankee.

The spanker enjoys the following advantages from their position:

Comfort

Whether standing or sitting, the spanker is positioned to be comfortable throughout the spanking. They are able to swing their arm at a natural angle and able to sustain a lengthy spanking with ease because of their position.

Strength

Because they are able to wind up and freely swing their arm at a natural angle, the spanker is able to apply swats to the intended target with force. While standing, the spanker cannot only swing their arm but rotate their body to deliver maximum energy to an anxiously awaiting, clenching derriere.

Full access to the bottom to be spanked. The spankee's position is designed to fully expose their bottom and the spanker's relative position is designed to put that bottom at a convenient angle and height. Therefore, the spanker is able completely view, tweak, pat, and spank it.

Safety

Because the spanker is in the position to easily spank the rear end at the correct angle, it is much less likely that a blow will fall too high or too low.

Control

The spanker's position gives them the "upper hand" and allows them to easily control the spankee. They sit or stand higher than the spankee and are easily able to restrain and situate the spankee.

The spankee realizes the following effects from their position:

Relative comfort

Except for the notable exception of their backside, I think it's important that the spankee be relatively comfortable so they can focus on the sensations being inflicted upon their posterior.

Anticipation

Bending over and getting into position to get your bottom blistered signals the beginning of the spanking and builds anticipation.

Increased sensation

A properly positioned bottom will tend to be spanked harder and more completely on the sensitive "sit spot".

Humiliation

Being put over the knee is a childish, humiliating posture. Having to "assume the position" is humiliating in its submission and rubs in the fact that they are being spanked.

Emphasis on their bottom

Spanking positions place the center of attention on the bottom of the person being spanked, a fact not lost on said person. The bottom is emphasized by its exposure and upturned position relative to the spanker.

Presentation of their bottom

Not only is the bottom exposed and emphasized but the spankee feels they are willingly "sticking it out" and presenting it for its punishment in the same way as the condemned man who must place his head on the chopping block. The spankee knows their bottom cannot evade or escape the swats.

Submission

Cooperatively getting into position to be spanked is the primary act of submission in spanking.

Safety

Although it may be of little solace, the spankee can take comfort in the fact that their position affords safety from injury. Of course, this can be disconcerting if they know they will be spanked with even more abandon.

Loss of control

Once positioned, the spankee has relinquished control and may not easily regain it until the spanking is done. They may have difficulty removing their rear from the line of fire if they try.

Inability to clench

When standing, one can clench their cheeks together, mitigating the sting of a swat and the exposure. When properly positioned, it is more difficult to clench cheeks and the spanking will be applied to a relaxed, bouncing bottom.

Excellent visual presentation

Speaking from the point of view of an admitted bottom fancier, there a few times that someone looks more adorable and beautiful than when he is positioned to be spanked. Not only is the bottom emphasized, but it is formed to a flattering shape and sexily perked out. Spanking positions would be sexy even to people not into spanking.

Following are descriptions of various positions that I find erotic, their distinguishing characteristics, tactics that can be used to enhance them, and precautions to take. All descriptions assume a right-handed spanker.

Over the lap

Spanker is sitting with good posture in an armless chair, knees together. Person being spanked must lay face- down across the spanker's lap, their head to the left and feet to the right. They must be over the lap far enough so their bottom is conveniently located directly over the spanker's right thigh.

In order to preserve modesty, the person being spanked may be tempted to lie flat with their head up and legs straight out behind; however, if they are concerned for their modesty, they shouldn't have gotten themselves spanked in the first place. The spankee's head and shoulders should be angled down and their knees tucked down out of the way so that their bottom is well turned up. A palm pressed against the back of the head and swats to the thighs are helpful in positioning the spankee.

Knees should be at least six inches apart and the lower back should be "arched" or dipped to further turn up their rear. Depending on size, toes will either be resting against the floor or hoisted off a few inches. The full weight of the spankee should be resting on the lap.

Hands can either be on the floor or grasping the legs of the chair. If the right hand flies back during spanking, it should be pinned to the lower back by the spanker's left hand.

Prior to starting to spank, the spanker should firmly grasp the spankee's waist above the right hip with the left hand to prevent squirming off the lap. Then the left elbow should be planted between the shoulder blades to keep the head and shoulders from bobbing up.

The spanker should raise their right knee slightly, turning up the bottom further. When spanking a boy, make sure his penis is pressed firmly against your right thigh and aimed to the left.

By turning their upper body to the right, the spanker can get a fuller swing and more comfortably apply a stronger swat.

By combining all of these tactics - the raised knee, the elbow in the back, the hand in the small of the back - the spanker can effectively pin the spankee down and spank the daylights out of them.

Over the knee

Similar to over-the-lap except the spankee is bent over the left knee with their legs restrained by the spanker's right leg.

Hands on ankles

This is the classic school-style paddling position. The student must stand well clear of obstacles with feet shoulder width apart. Leaving knees straight and back straight, the student must bend over and grasp their ankles with both hands. The spanker may want to observe the student's hands throughout the paddling to ensure they do not leave the ankles and earn extra swats.

The spanker stands facing the left side of the student. They should stand far enough away so the paddle barely overlaps past the right cheek. They should adjust fore and aft to ensure that both cheeks are struck at the same time (assuming a paddle is being used. Canes and straps warrant slightly forward positioning).

It is not possible to more fully expose and present a rear end than when in this position. When one is told to bend over and grab their ankles, one is, in effect, being told, "we intend to thoroughly paddle your bottom. So not only will you present your rear-end but you will stretch and endeavor to stick it up and out as far as you can absolutely positively can. And throughout the paddling, you will continue to strain to stick it out for the paddle."

Since the angle between the legs and the upper body is well under 90 degrees, this position spreads the cheeks and exposes the rectum and genitals more than any other position.

This is a great fantasy position but I think it only works safely in reality for spankees with flexible bodies (especially when a thick paddle is used). Inflexible people can't reach their ankles without bending their knees. Men run the risk of getting their testicles whacked. Non-fleshy butts get pulled tightly across the pelvic bones and don't provide enough padding when a heavy paddle is used.

Hands on knees

A safer, more workable position than hands-on-ankles. The bottom is presented in a plumper, more paddle-friendly shape but visually, the position is still very school-like. Depending on the person, I think this position can be more visually appealing because the back can be arched a bit which perks up the bottom. In fact, the further up the legs the hands are placed, the more the spankee can arch their back and stick out their rump.

Again, feet should be shoulder width apart and hand position enforced. Because the back can be arched and bottom upturned, it should be required, both prior and during the paddling. A technique which tends to arch the back correctly is to require the student to look forward at a spot high on the wall. That way, they are required to pull their head up and arch their back.

Over the desk on tiptoes

Another school-like position. The student must bend over a desk with nose or chest pressed to the desk. Hands and arms should be placed on the desk over their head to further arch the back. To further elevate their bottoms to be spanked, they must raise up on to their toes. Penalty swats can be awarded for every incidence of a heel touching the floor (hint: watch after the "last" swat before the student is told they may relax).

Over a barstool or horse

This is probably the best position for paddling because the bottom is presented in a plump and relaxed manner. The person to be punished must lay their full weight across the stool, their feet hanging and hands grasping the legs of the stool at a level such that there is a little support for their upper body.

This is a relaxed, comfortable position which works well for lengthy spankings.

Laying on bed

Another comfortable position for lengthy spankings and ensuing diversions. The spankee must lay face-down on a bed. Their face should be pressed to the mattress while their hips and bottom are elevated on pillows. Since pillows are compressible, it may take three or four to achieve the proper elevation.

Kneeling in chair

One of my favorite positions for spankees with great butts because, properly executed, it presents the rear in its most flattering light. The trick is in the execution.

The spankee must kneel in the seat of a padded chair (save those knees) facing the back with the thighs vertical and upper body forward over the back. Again, the spankee should be required to arch the back well.

Two things conspire to shape his bottom cutely. First, the back of the chair prevents him from bending so far as to preclude a good back arch. Second, just as high heels shape calves fully by angling the foot to shorten and bulge the calf muscle, kneeling with the calves at right angles to the thighs seems to allow the buttocks to bulge fully.

I've found the following tactics can be used to enhance and focus on positioning:

Adjustment & readjustment

I think it's important to deliberately position and adjust the spankee prior to the first swat. Emphasis should be placed on positioning and presenting the bottom fully. Throughout the spanking, the spankee should be readjusted as their position begins to fail.

Verbal instruction

I think it's best to require the spankee to willfully maintain their own position with out the physical assistance of the spanker especially in the case of stand-up paddlings. Therefore, verbal communication is necessary throughout the spanking to encourage the spankee to continue to assume the correct position.

Pickiness

One of the disciplinary aspects of spanking is that no matter how perfect the spankee is positioned, they can always improve, stick their bottom out a little further, etc. The spanker should not feel guilty that their exacting demands regarding position are perhaps a little too picky and unrealistic.

Panic

2011-04-20T11:30:00.002-04:00

Only a week until surgery. Pre-surgery tests today. And this incredible urge to have lots of sex before I get sent back to the sofa. So Sunday was intense time. Lunch with pup yesterday where I had a hard time keeping my hands to myself. Last night gave hubby a whaling on his buttocks. This weekend is Frolicon with lots of fun sessions and some intriguing dungeon parties. I may not need anesthesia by next Wednesday at this rate!

Pics are from Sunday. Videos are at XTube (look for cuffdbhnd).

Happy Birthday

2011-04-20T05:22:00.000-04:00

24 years old yesterday.

The SIMPSONS!!!

Unbelievable.

In their honor I'm offering some wonderful Homer philosophy to live our lives by:

Operator! Give me the number for 911!

I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman.

Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers.

Maybe, just once, someone will call me 'Sir' without adding, 'You're making a scene.'

You know, boys, a nuclear reactor is a lot like a woman. You just have to read the manual and press the right buttons.

Son, when you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get.

[Meeting Aliens] Please don't eat me! I have a wife and kids. Eat them!

Marriage is like a coffin and each kid is another nail.

Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.

When I look at the smiles on all the children's faces, I just know they're about to jab me with something.

I'm having the best day of my life, and I owe it all to not going to Church!

Lisa, if the Bible has taught us nothing else, and it hasn't, it's that girls should stick to girls sports, such as hot oil wrestling and foxy boxing and such and such.

I'm not a bad guy! I work hard, and I love my kids. So why should I spend half my Sunday hearing about how I'm going to Hell?

Lisa, Vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and eskimos.

I want to share something with you: The three little sentences that will get you through life. Number 1: Cover for me. Number 2: Oh, good idea, Boss! Number 3: It was like that when I got here.

Remember that postcard Grandpa sent us from Florida of that Alligator biting that woman's bottom? That's right, we all thought it was hilarious. But, it turns out we were wrong. That alligator was sexually harrassing that woman.

Old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.

Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the American dream?

If something goes wrong at the plant, blame the guy who can't speak English.

I'm never going to be disabled. I'm sick of being so healthy.

I like my beer cold, my TV loud and my homosexuals flaming.

All my life I've had one dream, to achieve my many goals.

But Marge, what if we chose the wrong religion? Each week we just make God madder and madder.

That's it! You people have stood in my way long enough. I'm going to clown college!

If something's hard to do, then it's not worth doing

I'm in no condition to drive...wait! I shouldn't listen to myself, I'm drunk!

'To Start Press Any Key'. Where's the ANY key?

I had pizza for dinner

2011-04-17T07:49:00.002-04:00

The price I pay for eating pizza these days is dreams just like this one:

Microdiscectomy

2011-04-17T07:33:00.000-04:00

Wednesday
April 27th
Keep good thoughts.

It's scheduled. No turning back. Think sharp knife, a Dremel saw, tweezers and a crochet hook (Thanks D for that lovely imagery and the offer to do it for 1/3 the price. Do you even take insurance?). Having endured a herniated disc for 22 months I'm finally going under the knife to remove some cauliflower shaped debris that squirted out of disc and set up residence in the nerve channel, thereby pinching the sciatic nerve and making my left leg a hated appendage. The pain has varied from so-so to "I want to cut your eyes out, bitch" levels. I've missed 6 months of work and have had another 8 months of excruciatingly awful work. I've endured five VERY long needles stuck up my spine with the last epidural doing zero benefit. I've had sleepless nights suffering anxiety attacks from too much Vicodin. I've had sleepless nights when pain killers did nothing. I've made hubby learn to tie people's ankles 'cuz I can't get down on the floor, or if I do get down on the floor I don't get back up. (This last one is the total reason I'm getting the surgery done. Hubby does his best, sigh, but I wanna tie up those ankles myself!)

One of my very best friends, a friend of a lifetime, totally one of a kind, passed away a few weeks ago. She was 82. She worked up until a few months before she passed away. The interesting thing is she really started her second life when she was 53. She'd raised her children, had supported her husband, and promptly determined that she needed her own life from there on out. She made the next 29 years of her life absolutely amazing. And that's my inspiration. I'm pretty happy with life so far. But I want 29 more years of even better. This is my turning point.

The doc said I was an excellent candidate for surgery. 92% chance of significant or total pain reduction. A slight chance of some numbness (We sciatica sufferers jump for joy when it's only numb.), and the possibility of a new herniation down the road (the sword hanging over us for life.) He even called me "young and healthy!" I, of course, waited for him to also call me handsome. That compliment didn't come. He should be grateful I wasn't in one of my "scratch your eyes out, bitch" moods or pain levels. Actually, while I have the normal fear of surgery that any person has, I am focusing on these incredibly positive things....

*I'll be able to dry my feet after a shower
*I'll be able to pick things up off the floor without having to use my toes as tongs
*I'll be able to walk more than 3 blocks without worrying whether I brought my cell phone with me to call 911
*I'll be able to help suspend the bondage bed
*I'll be able to roll around on the ground with a pup
*I'll be able to tie people's ankles properly (I love you, hubby......smooch)
*I'll be able to properly flog the snot out of hubby, not having to give up after a few minutes because my left leg pain is making me take it out on him...

And I'm still working on that new and richer purpose in life, that which will consume me for the next 29 years or longer. I've never really been afraid of the major turning points in my life; in fact, I think in the past I've embraced them and jumped in with both feet. I expect I will behave exactly the same way this time around, once I know the right path.

A bit more

2011-04-16T11:33:00.000-04:00

I posted a bit hastily about my time with ~loki yesterday, mainly because I was so happy with the set of pics. The progress of the rope bondage against the upright bondage bed was fun to chronicle and outside of some rope on the legs that got a little droopy toward the end I was really happy with the final outcome. And as I mentioned before I regret not getting a picture of him in full leather--hood, straitjacket, chaps, leather ankle cuffs. And it might have been really nice to have someone holding a video camera while the paddling of the balls was going on. It was a sight to behold.

But, as with all good scenes, it's difficult to express the various levels of physical and emotional intensity that can occur. Sometimes putting it into words belittles it, as I know I'm struggling to even begin to describe something that words are making more cheap. This pup made an enormous leap yesterday, really giving himself to me, allowing me to be in total charge of the scene. When I commented later on the intensity of paddling he'd taken on his balls, he surprised me by telling me he hadn't really been in that particular mood or headspace, and no, it hadn't been the best sensation all the time. To tell the truth that really threw me for a loop. Had I misread the signals that badly? I swore his moans were real. I specifically heard him say "Please, Sir, More!" I realize now that his motives were not to achieve something for himself, but to give me the opportunity to use him as I wished, him being totally submissive and willing to serve in my greater pleasure. This pulled the rug out from under me in a lot of ways. Those of you who know me, really know me, know that I am one those Tops who wants you to have a good time. I get off on seeing you wriggle, writhe, and moan because I'm hitting the right buttons at the right time. Yesterday was different. I wasn't hitting the right buttons, physically, but somehow the button of submission in this handsome and beautiful pup was pulsing at a very high level, and that was enough to take us to new levels.

This pup has given me many gifts over this past 10 months. He makes me smile every day that we get to chat a bit; he lifts my spirits when he bounds into the loft; he challenges me to be the best I can be whenever we're together. The gift he gave me yesterday was deeper and richer and shows just what an incredible journey he's taking. I am honored to be a part of that journey. I held this pup for a pretty long time yesterday when we were finishing up. I needed that too. It's gonna be a while before we get to be together in this fashion.

A few days ago he told me he wanted yesterday to be special for me, a sort of "no limits", "do what you want to me" scene. Since I'll be having surgery soon and he has a lot of travel and hard work coming up, he wanted me to head into the surgery having a very special scene that would help me focus on getting better fast. That's a pup's heart at work. Thank you.

Have I Mentioned How Lucky I Am?

2011-04-15T16:57:00.000-04:00

Okay, so all day Wednesday with Sparky. Yesterday was D-Day at the surgeon's, but that deserves a post all it's own. This morning I'm whacking hubby's butt because he's being sarcastic and snarky about taking out the trash. (I think he does it on purpose. You know how children think negative attention is better than no attention?)

And today with ~loki. Long ago I'd promised him a nice long rope bondage day. Then he sort of shocked me by offering a sort of "no limits" Friday since it's gonna be a while before we get to play again (again....more on that in the less than sexy blog entry coming up).

I really thought long and hard about it. And decided what I still wanted to do was lots and lots of rope. I'm pretty happy with this set of pics. EXCEPT I forgot to take a pic after the rope came off and the straitjacket went on. Fuck fuck fuck.....That boy was head to toe in leather and I was whacking his balls with a wooden paddle like there was no tomorrow. Sigh. I'm glad that at least I got to see it!

This boy is the best. The absolute best.

A Full Day With Sparky

2011-04-15T16:45:00.000-04:00

A year ago, back when I had just started this blog I had a chance to play with SparkySea. It was damn fun. (You can read about that visit in this blog entry.) It was a short but intense session and I got a glimpse of the intensity that is possible with this hot and hunky man.

Over the past year we've chatted, stayed in touch, and made our plans for a return visit. And this week we were finally able to hook up. And no short session this time around! I picked Sparky up at 2:30 in the afternoon. I got him back to his hotel at 11:30 that night. Okay, okay....we did go eat dinner and take a little time to digest. And about 9:15 I told him I either had to kick him out or tie him up. He opted for the 2nd choice as long as he could wear his full football gear. WOOF.

Hubby was here for almost all of the play and it was terrific. "Plays well with others" was a comment I remember from my 2nd grade teacher. She would have been proud of all three of us.

We covered a lot of ground that day. The pics verify that! And you'd best keep an eye on Sparky's blog (one of the very best in blogdom) for a video or two from that 9 hours together.

And if you follow his twitter comments you know he's bragging about the 15 pounds we hung off his balls. Hubby is pouting and demanding a rematch.

(In the pic above you can see the bucket we hung from Sparky's balls. Filled it with weights and water to equal 15 pounds. He claims he could have taken more.)

Yes, We Started at 2:30

2011-04-14T00:40:00.000-04:00

And we didn't finish until 11:30.

So just a preview for tonight!

The Evolution of an Idea

2011-04-12T06:07:00.002-04:00

I've always been fascinated with cages, jail cells, and kennels. The confinement of a person is enticing and intense in my mind. Last Saturday night we had a chance to do some serious cage work at the end of the Spartan flogging and for the rest of that evening. The final products were stunning. Unfortunately the pics aren't 1/1000th of the real effect this form of bondage had.

I wish I could take full credit for the concept. But I'll take credit for implementation and embellishment! And give credit to the hunks who were with me that night for some great ideas as well!

I just can't wait until we go back out there so we can take it another step. I really think that some significant tit torture and electro are quite possible once our victim is completely immobilized!

The Hallways of My Mind

2011-04-11T13:18:00.000-04:00

I know it's not as glamorous a title as "Windmills of My Mind" but it's a better description of the way my brain's been working recently. This may all seem very simple and straight-forward for you gents who have tidy little lives and regimented and regular play sessions, or to those of you who have sorted it out long ago. For me? I guess I've understood subconsciously that my brain was wandering down different hallways based upon the scene I was creating, but these past couple of weeks have really forced me to think about how different the circumstances are with each scene, and how my goals, intentions, and actions are significantly changed.

I am truly a happy man these days, despite the looming appointment with a surgeon, where perhaps the rest of my life will be changed based on whether or not surgery is possible, and whether or not the potential surgery is successful. Despite all of this medical poop going on, I have a closer relationship to hubby than we've ever had. 25 years together and instead of stale, predictable patterns, each day is alive and challenging (in a positive way), sexually charged, and, quite simply, filled with fun. I have made several new friends in the past few months, I have men I think of as my brothers, I have long-distance friendships that matter a great deal to me, I even have a woman who I feel could be a real friend and could become almost a kink-sister, and I have ~loki.

I'm not even sure I can define any of these relationships without sounding trite or corny; I can only share that each one is important to me. And there is no pattern to these folks. They range from 28 to 63 years of age; they come in different sizes and shapes; they all have fascinating lives and careers and varying levels of BDSM experience. The way they identify themselves at play and in life covers the full gamut of our kink/fetish/BDSM world: Master/slave, Top/bottom, Daddy/boy, Switch, novice, player, dabbler. Interestingly, most of them are in relationships which range from being in the lifestyle together to having partners who have no interest in kink but allow these men to explore their needs outside the primary relationship.

Ah! Back to the topic with ~loki as the primary example. ~loki and I have explored a huge variety of scenes and relationships in our 10 months together. There have been wonderful and joyous sessions as Owner/pup, some rope bondage scenes where we're much closer to Daddy/boy, some explorations into pain/pleasure journeys that approach Master/slave connections, even times where I've handed over the tools of torture so that he can explore his Alpha nature wherein we approach Mentor/mentee status. Last Saturday night was a first for us. We explored for the first time true Dominance/submission with a huge dose of humiliation thrown in.

It would be folly not to say this approached the theatrical Grand Guignol. We even had a dress rehearsal, for godsake. This involved defining roles, playing our parts in a macabre sort of way. Shortly after we met ~loki shared pics of himself in full Spartan gear that he's worn for DragonCon. And he described a scene that he'd played a small part in involving such a Spartan and public flogging. That has been stored away in the back of my mind for a long time. And I'm no fool. I knew that in sharing that story he was sharing a secret desire of his own.

Fast forward 10 months and here it is: TOGA (or other appropriate Roman or Greek costumes) NIGHT at our local pansexual, favorite dungeon, 1763. The plan hatches quickly. And I'm faced with something that I don't normally do. Total domination and humiliation. Who me? Sweet ol' me? (who gets a little scared when he keeps getting a huge hard-on every time he thinks through the scene; who had a massive hard-on throughout the "dress rehearsal") Now let's be clear. I have absolutely no interest in guys who get off on real humiliation. "Your fucking puny cock. You fat pathetic nothing. You ugly cocksucker. You faggot whore."   Yawn. I don't get it. In fact, I really don't like it one bit. That "hallway" of the mind doesn't exist for me.

A few months ago, however, something happened that opened my mind to possibilities. A player of "stature" joined us from St. Louis. Prior to his arrival he shared a rather long and detailed list of what he was into and what was a hard limit. One of those hard limits was "humiliation."   What I didn't realize was he was like me; humiliation of the real person was way out of bounds. Humiliation of a role was something he hungered for. And therein I discovered I really liked the Coach/jock scene where I could pummel and scream at the stupid jock, humiliate him for his poor performance; and threaten him with public and "horrible" sexual activities. And he was in horny heaven.

Saturday was very similar. In this case it was the brave Spartan soldier, captured, humiliated, and threatened with having to suck every cock in the place. Now you have to understand something. I could never humiliate or punish the pup I know as ~loki. Even when it's just "boy" headspace he travels to, our relationship is about complete trust and mutual journey. TOTAL respect. Hell! I love having lunch with this man and just being his friend.

Saturday required that "hallway of the mind" that I'm not as familiar with or comfortable with. Total dominance with a helluva nasty streak. It definitely took a while to get there. We started at our loft; me, hubby, ~loki, and our hungry-as-hell newbie friend. We played a bit with gear (newbie melted in a straitjacket and hood....LOL), had some dinner and then began the costuming and gear load-out. Back out to 1763 and we unload and stake out our space, a smaller side dungeon with the all important standing cage that can be suspended.

There was some "meet and greet", a costume contest which ~loki won, while hubby and newbie (I'll stop calling him that very soon....LOL) shared 2nd place. You can't begin to imagine my pride at being with the three hunkiest men in attendance. And then play began. Sort of. Despite the costume I still saw the boy/pup that I adore and treasure. It was just "fun" dragging him around the dungeon, him fully chained and on a leash.

It all changed when the black leather hood went on him. At that point I could really feel our roles shifting. I was headed down the darkest, most dangerous hallway of the mind I know. I tugged on his collar and he pulled sharply away. And "sproing" went my cock. I truly enjoyed threatening this smart-ass prick of a soldier. I could smell his fear and defiance. And totally different from the floggings I've shared with him before, I was flogging him with a sense of power, dominance, and a goal of "breaking" him. Okay, so one foot was still in reality. "Gee, I hope his back is okay. Hmmm, I wonder if his hands are going numb. Maybe time to change positions. Ummm, I think his nipples are getting a bit too much action." But the "Spartan" certainly took about twice as much flogging as ~loki ever has.

And then he said something very mean and nasty about how my grandmother could do a better job than I could. Woof Woof Woof! Hubby's eyes got very large and he took two monster steps back as the rubber flogger came out. Now, truth be told, I could have removed every square inch of skin on his back and front with that thing. It is NASTY.   Suffice to say he went home with some very nice "badges of honor."

IF I was 100% we might have gone further. But at that point we'd been on our feet for a few hours and my back (and I thought HIS back) was telling me it was time to finish that part of the experience. The Spartan was put in the standing cage and 15 pvc pipes were inserted to totally limit his movement within the cage. And then the cage was hoisted a few inches off the ground. And slowly it revolved. One wall held a mirror, forcing the Spartan to look at himself in this predicament. This was one of the most surreal visions I've ever had. There was an incredible beauty to this man wedged inside the cage, totally on display, but still not "broken." By that time I had totally left the dark hallway of evil dominator and was standing back in awe of the vision in front of me.

The rest of the dungeon players were crowding around the door admiring the image, several drooling over it, and I received countless compliments on the scene. It really was pretty cool. After a little break and some after-care we talked our newbie into trying the cage. Like me, ~loki had lost any semblance of the Spartan scene, and was getting that evil Alpha pup look in his eyes as he helped me wedge the newbie in the cage, even embellishing the original idea with additional creative and sadistic methods.    Once again we seemed to be the show-stopper at the dungeon that night. Everyone came back for a 2nd look. If I had a nickel for everybody who said, "I wish that was me....".....LOL

Okay, for the third time I've lost track of what this blog entry is about. Oh! Right! It'll be probably a while before I want to go down that dark hallway of dominance and humiliation. It's pretty much 180 degrees from who I am and the type of play I enjoy.   I get comments from readers of my stories telling me they prefer "kidnap, total disappearance, rape" type stories. That's just not me. It's not where I come from, nor the type of scene I really want to play out very often. I like going down the hallway of Handler/Owner where I can interact with a joyous pup. I like that hallway where I can lead a boy through a journey of rope or other bondage with just a touch of pain/pleasure thrown in for spice. I like that hallway where a boy is begging me to cum, begging for attention, secure and safe in having given me control, and desperate to please in any way. I like the hallway where I'm the benevolent teacher and the hallway where I'm a benevolent dictator. These are all safe and familiar brain paths for me. But we all recognize that our type of sex involves risk. It can be the risk of the activity, or in this case the risk of the role. If we can manage and plan for the risk, the reward can be immense.

Just a Preview

2011-04-09T00:05:00.000-04:00

Attending a pansexual "Toga" party tomorrow night with plans to publicly humiliate and flog a Spartan Soldier. Cannot wait!!!

What happens in Vegas....

2011-04-06T06:34:00.000-04:00

Okay, so actually the headline should read, "What happens at 1763..."

Sunday was our big 25th anniversary dungeon party. Final count on people attending was 30. Number of hot men there? 30. Number of good friends there? 30. And hubby and I thank you all for being there.

We had our own list of dungeon rules and etiquette suggestions. Some are just common sense, some were lifted from Jack Rinella's writings, some were suggested by others. It's not a bad list:

*No cell phones or cameras in the dungeon areas

*Casual conversation is limited to the patio and kitchen areas only

*Show respect for a scene, keep a distance and don't touch.

*Show respect for others' gear. Most of us will let you borrow, but be nice and ask politely. Return it clean.

*If you wore cologne here you're likely to get thrown in the shower.

*Clean up after yourself.

*Safe Sex is the house rule.

*Don't monopolize an area or piece of furniture. One of the reasons many of us come for public dungeon play is the multiple pieces of equipment or furniture that we don't have in our own dungeons. Think in terms of an hour and then move on.

*Be honest about what you will and won't do. (No limits? Let me get the machete....)

*If a scene is "not for you" commentary is unnecessary, just walk away

*Keep big distances for any whipping or flogging scenes and total silence in those areas. We all want to go home with all our original body parts.

*"NO" doesn't mean "No, I don't like you", if someone turns you down it may simply mean that their dance card is full.

*"NO" is not a safe word. In fact "NO!" can be a big turn-on! Just for today RED means stop, YELLOW means slow down

*A collar means hands off.

*"I didn't ask for your advice." Giving advice to another Top is totally uncalled for.

*What happens in Vegas..... We have to all agree that the play that takes place here is private. Many men have to depend upon our discretion for a variety of reasons. I think there is no problem in talking generically about a scene that took place, but to identify in any way the participants of that scene is good grounds for not being asked back.

*Asking questions makes you look smart, no matter how stupid the question. (Thanks Jack! especially for this one!)

What's missing from this list is the role of the Dungeon Master, only because we knew the people involved that day so well we knew there would be no need for one. Still, as host, I kept probably too much focus on the scenes and people around me and not quite enough on those at hand.

After our "meet and greet" I was pretty stunned to have two great Men honor me with a capping ceremony and the awarding of the title of "Master." I was deeply honored and also, like never before, understand the responsibility that goes with it. You know by now, if you've read ANY of this blog, I am not "old guard", nor am I "new guard" (whatever that is), but I do have respect, tremendous respect in fact, for those who have blazed trails for us, who have made it possible for us to overcome Puritanical hysterics in our society, and allowed us to explore our sexual freedom within responsible and consensual levels. I also believe that no title can be self-bestowed. That basically is the same as paying $2.99 to some on-line site to get your PhD in Divinity. To have this happen in front of 30 close friends was pretty amazing.

I have had the joy of being a teacher of one kind or another for almost 30 years of my life. I think those skills will be best served as Mentor and Master in the leather, rubber, bondage, and S/m communities.

Just before play began a monster dick-shaped cake with 25 clothespins on the balls holding 25 candles for me and hubby to blow out was delivered to the dungeon. How cool was that!

The play at the party was fantastic. Caged boys dangling from the ceiling, open season on hubby's buttocks, two pups in a cage (the first chance for My pup to ever play with another!), 3 hour chair bondage, 2 hours tied to the chain web, electro, flogging, parachuted balls in a tug of war, the human urinal, and just lots and lots and lots of fun. Also we had great joy in sharing some pizza with a dozen of us going to the local joint following showers and significant gear load out.

And we talked seriously about making this a quarterly get-together. It would be a closed membership (not unlike Inferno where new members are sponsored, make application, must have references, etc.) club, gathering for play parties every 3 months. The idea intrigues me and I think there's a need for it here in Atlanta. There are some wonderful social and educational clubs in town, there's the one-of-a-kind Eagle for libations and social gatherings, but regular play parties for the BDSM community in a space that's every kinkster's dream dungeon? Definitely a place for that!

We took a chance on a couple of invitations, asking new guys to join us because of the sincere interest they'd shown. One was Mr. Gung-Ho and turned out to be Mr. No-Show. The other was pretty quiet and reluctant, but made the effort to join us. His micro journey on Sunday from arrival, to saying goodbye at the pizza joint, to the mind-blowing things he's shared since then about how we've blown the door off of his life.... Well, it doesn't get much better than that!

And hey! I may get to live up to that promise I made about being Teacher/Mentor/Master very soon. Our new friend is dying for some rope bondage lessons! HEY! He wants to learn to tie people up. Get your minds out of the gutter. I'm not that kind of guy. Okay. Yes, I am.

Final Discoveries

2011-04-05T17:42:00.001-04:00

Final Discoveries

dk barely got his clothes off on Sunday night before hitting the bed and sleeping the sleep of the dead. When he arose on Monday morning and went to take his morning piss he was almost shocked to see the locked steel tube on his dick. There was a complete and utter reality to it. He could not whack-off this week. Just the thought made his groin stir a bit.

selecting clothes to wear was a challenge as the steel chastity made quite a mound in his pants. It wouldn't be so hard at work since mostly he sat at a desk, but going to the gym was going to be very humiliating with his steel dick poking out through his gym shorts.

After work on Monday, dk went home, changed clothes, ate a little dinner and set himself up for the first of the week's chats with SirJay. Promptly at 7:00 he heard a ping and the chat box opened.

--Good evening, dk!
--Good evening, Sir!
--Tonight I want you to open the large box. Inside are several other boxes. For tonight I only want you to open the box marked Monday. It's a small one and should be near the top.
--Yes, Sir.

dk opened the large box and saw there were almost a dozen boxes inside, all shapes and sizes. Each box was taped shut. He easily found the one marked Monday and opened it. Inside was a videocam for sharing live feed. dk had one already but it was a piece of shit that functioned about half the time. This was more of a Mercedes. he ran back to the computer.

--Got it, Sir. It's a beauty.
--Plug it in, get the software upgraded if you need to, then request a video chat when you're ready.
--Yes, Sir

moments later dk had the camera ready and requested the video chat

--MUCH better, son! For the rest of the week, I'll be typing, but you can just talk, no typing necessary. Okay?
--Yes, Sir.
--The haircut still looks nice and crisp. How'd your co-workers react?
--They all loved it. Thank you, Sir, for doing it. I was a chicken-shit about that.
--I want you to stand up, take off all your clothes and show Me the lock on your chastity. Each of those luggage locks has a unique number so I'll know if you took it off and tried to replace it with a new lock. Understand?
--Yes, Sir

dk happily complied with the order from SirJay. Across town SirJay smiled at the complete pic he was getting. The boy was quick to follow orders, had not tampered with the lock, and dammit, he was as cute as a bug. They chatted a bit more then called it a night.

******

Tuesday night was a short conversation, a quick check on the lock, and then SirJay took off as he had dinner plans with friends.

Wednesday night started the same as the other nights, but SirJay surprised dk with a rather simple and obvious question.

--dk? Tell Me why you like bondage so much?

dk took a long time to think

--i'm not sure i can give the whole or complete answer, Sir, but i'll do my best. i've always felt some sort of "squiggle" inside of me seeing any form of bondage at all. Cowboys and Indians, Cops and Robbers, the biography of Harry Houdini, You name it. From my earliest memories I remember that "squiggle". i just knew i wanted to be tied up. It was quite a few years before that "squiggle" turned into a small fire that turned into getting hard and cumming. My very first orgasm involved me tying my hands behind my back, putting a bandana gag in myself, and rubbing against the pillow.

There was no response from SirJay and dk didn't know if that was bad or good.

--Today? i still crave that feeling, but more so, while i love the sort of "danger" that comes with bondage, i want the comfort of knowing it's a shared journey, where there is only the danger of stretching a limit, but never a danger from the actual person i'm with. i can have sex without bondage, but i sort of don't want to waste it, if You know what i mean. It sort of feels hollow to just suck and fuck and whackoff. And i usually don't even cum unless i'm thinking about a piece of rope or a hood or a blindfold....or a straitjacket.

Still no response from SirJay. dk was beginning to feel like he'd screwed up. he could feel his motor-mouth nervousness kicking in and he had to consciously stop himself from babbling. finally a written response from SirJay appeared--

--Thank you, son. It's exactly how My head works and it's exactly how I feel. I'm not ashamed of my needs or fetishes, and I'm glad you aren't either.

dk could feel a hotness on his cheeks.

--go get the box marked Wednesday and a pair of scissors if you don't have them by the computer.

dk went to the large box and extracted a medium sized box marked Wednesday, brought it back to the desk and placed it and the scissors where SirJay could see them in the cam.

--Good boy. Now, showing me in the cam, I want you to cut the luggage lock off your chastity and remove the whole device. After you're done with that, please read this carefully! I have not given you permission to cum this week by taking off your chastity. I trust you right now, but I want to also give you a little more challenge for the week. Open the box and take out the three items inside.

dk sliced the tape on the box and opened it. he pulled out a latex tank top and a pair of latex briefs. Both were in plastic bags and powdered with talc. The third item was a bottle of rubber shiner.

--There should be enough talc on the shirt for you to pull it directly on. Especially easy with your body hair shaved off! Go ahead and put it on.

dk did as directed. The tank was tight but slid into place grabbing his skin as it settled into place and making his dick grow very hard.

--Very handsome. Now you'll need some lube for the next item. You have some handy?
--Yes, Sir.
--Lube your ass like I did the other night. Nice and slow, lots of lube. Show me.

Again, dk followed instructions, turning his butt toward the cam and liberally lubing his butthole.

--Good boy. Now take the briefs. You'll see there's a built in buttplug and a cocksheath. Slip these on, slip your cock into the sheath, and push the buttplug slowly into your ass.

dk was breathing hard. Pulling the briefs on was the easy part. Getting his rigid cock in the sheath took some care. At the end of the sheath was a small tube, presumably so he could pee without removing the briefs. Pushing the buttplug in his butthole took some time but eventually it slid into place. He smoothed the creases in the latex and pulled the tank top down over the waist of the briefs. His dick was standing out straight filling the sheath and stretching it tightly. He could feel the precum filling the sheath.

--Good boy. Have a seat. There's a lot more instructions, then I need to take off for the evening. I expect you to wear this from now until we meet again on Friday evening. You can remove the items to shower in the morning and to take a dump. As soon as you're done with those activities they should go right back on. IF you're unable to keep your hands off your dick, then it's possible to put the chastity back on over the latex. There are extra luggage locks in the bottom of this box you can use. But I trust you to use your judgment. I suggest you take a towel along with you to work tomorrow. You'll want to wipe the sweat around your legs every once in a while or you'll have some very interesting rings at the top of your trouser legs. Sleep tight.

And with that SirJay signed off.   dk appreciated the trust SirJay had placed in him but he also knew as horny as he was he would probably end up humping the pillow all night long. he went to the kitchen and grabbed a package of frozen peas and wrapped it around his throbbing dick. Fifteen minutes later he was able to get the chastity on over the tight latex briefs. he locked it shut, took a deep breath, and turned the computer off. he knew it was still going to be a long night.

*****

Thursday night, right at 7:00, with the chat function opened, dk requested a video chat with SirJay. he was wearing the latex as requested, the chastity device very bright against the black latex of the sheath. he had removed it all this morning, but had locked it back on after his shower.

--Ah! I see you had to put the chastity on!
--Yes, Sir, right away Sir. Even if I'd kept my hands off i was afraid i'd have wet dreams with all of this on.
--Smart boy. Tonight we're adding a layer. Go get the box marked Thursday and open it in front of the cam.

dk went to the large box and pulled out a fairly good sized box and brought it back to the desk. he carefully sliced through the tape and extracted a good-sized plastic bag filled with black latex. he pulled the item from the plastic bag and unrolled it. it was a full body catsuit.

--Gorgeous, isn't it.
--Yes, Sir
--I want you to pull this on over the tank top and briefs. Go nice and slow. Latex is delicate but will stretch a great deal once it has warmed from your body heat.

the boy undid the zipper that ran from the front of the neck to the backside of the suit, just above his butt. dk slid his legs into the legs of the suit, his feet making a plopping sound as they pushed through the tight ankles of the suit and into the attached socks of the suit. he pulled the leggings all the way over his thighs and stuck his arms into the sleeves of the suit. Tugging and pulling, slowly but forcefully, he was able to get his hands all the way through and pull the suit up over his shoulders. He reached behind and tugged on the zipper pulling it through his groin, tucking his steel-covered dick into the suit, and with great stretching was able to pull the zipper all the way up to his neck.

--Beautiful. Grab the bottle of rubber shiner and slowly shine up the entire suit, showing me in the cam.

dk began to spritz the polish from the bottle, taking a cloth to rub it around on the suit.

--Don't be stingy. Use lots of the shiner.   Make it glisten.

dk wasn't being stingy, it was just that all this shining and polishing was driving his entire body crazy with desire. the feeling of the rubber grabbing every inch of his skin was a form of bondage in itself. the act of self-stimulation made every nerve ending on his body sing. Nonetheless he did as SirJay told him to do. Hell, even following orders like this was a huge-turn on for the boy. his cock was aching inside the sheath, the chastity, and the outer coat of latex.

--Good boy. As before, I want you to wear this every single hour until I see you on Friday. You may remove it in the morning to take your dump and to shower, but then it all goes back on. There is another luggage lock in the bottom of this box so that you can replace the chastity. Yes?
--Yes, Sir.
--Tomorrow night I want you to be ready to chat at 5:30 so that you can open the rest of the boxes and be here by 7:00 for our date. I suggest you think carefully about what you're going to wear tomorrow so the suit doesn't show. And drink lots and lots of water. Also some mineral drinks. Stay hydrated. And sleep tight. Very tight. Good night, dk.
--Thank you, Sir. Good night, Sir.

dk turned off the computer and went to his bedroom so he could finally see himself in the latex catsuit. What he saw nearly blew his mind. The only parts of him not covered were his hands, his lower wrists, and from about the middle of his neck to the top of his head. And he couldn't believe how good he looked in the suit. The shine and shadows were inky and undulating as he slowly turned one way then the other. he'd never been one to stand in front of mirror and admire himself, but tonight he could barely take his eyes off himself.

he went to the closet and began to lay out what he'd wear tomorrow. While it was casual Friday at the office he knew he'd have to wear his darkest shirt with a tall collar and a necktie. Thankfully the sleeves of the suit could be rolled up a bit if he needed to, but he also thought a light sportcoat might help hide any of the latex that might be seen at the shirt sleeve ends. And he laid out several washcloths to take with him. he was already dripping sweat from his arms to his hands. It would be an odd and long day to be sure.

*****

dk raced home to be in time for his 5:30 chat with SirJay. It had been a bizarre day. Early on he could feel sweat beginning to build up inside the socks of the suit. By the end of the day he felt like he was sloshing around the office with every step. The three times he'd had to pee he'd locked himself in a stall and gone through the tedious process of just digging his dick out to complete the task.

He stripped the office wear and sat at the computer. Promptly at 5:30 he put in the video chat request. SirJay answered immediately.

--How'd you survive, boy?
--It was rough, Sir. But pretty fun, too. i love the suit. It probably isn't something i'd have thought to go buy, but since it was You that told me to wear it.....
--I understand. Now, we've got quite a few boxes to open. Go get them all. They're numbered and you'll be putting each item on in order.

dk hauled the remaining 6 boxes over to the desk.

--Open Friday, #1 and put it on.

dk opened the box labeled Friday, #1. Inside was a rubber hood with a long cowl neck on it.   he pulled the hood on carefully lining up the eye, nose, and mouth holes. he smoothed the wrinkles and removed the air bubbles. The smell of the latex totally and tightly covering his head was making him light-headed.

--Unzip the catsuit and tuck the cowl neck way down, then zip the catsuit back up.

dk did as ordered.

-- Roll the sleeves of the suit up to your elbows. Open #2 and put them on.

Inside box #2 were two latex elbow-length gloves. he slid these on pulling them all the way up to his elbows.

--Roll the sleeves of the suit back down and smooth them out. Now open #3 and put them on.

Inside box #3 were two rubber wrist restraints. dk placed one on each wrist pulling the buckles tight.

--Inside that box are two padlocks. Lock the restraints on.

dk found the locks and locked the restraints. Whereas he'd been light-headed before, dk felt like he might pass out. Without permission he sat down hard on the computer chair.

--You okay?
--Yes, Sir. Just a little over-excited. This is...amazing.
--LOL. I completely understand. Take your time and remember to breathe. When you're ready, open box #4 and put it on.

dk took several deep breaths, calming himself, then opened the fourth box. Inside was a three inch wide rubber collar with two buckles. He placed the collar around his neck and fastened the buckles at the back of his neck. he could barely move his head up or down, or right to left.

--Inside the box are three small padlocks. Place one on each of the buckles. The other is used to lock the zipper of the suit to the front of the collar. When you're done, open box #5 and put them on.

dk locked the collar in back and fumbled with the rubber gloves and his trembling hands to attach the zipper to the front of the collar and lock it. he finally succeeded. he also fully realized that at this point there was no way, short of cutting through all the latex (which he would NEVER do), for him to take the gear off.

he opened the fifth box and pulled out two beautifully shined rubber hipwaders and a belt for his waist. He pulled the hipwaders on and put the belt on

--Inside the box are three padlocks. The belts on the hipwaders wrap around the waist belt and can be padlocked. The third padlock is to lock the waist belt in place. When you've finished, open the final box and put it on.

dk did as directed and finally opened the last box. It was the largest of the boxes by far. he figured all of the other boxes could easily fit inside this one box. And it was heavy. he trembled as he sliced through the packing tape and folded back the box flaps. Inside was a mound of shiny rubber. he pulled the item from the box and began to unroll it. When he had finally unrolled all the rubber he could see he was holding a thick jumpsuit with an attached hoodie.

He pulled the legs of the suit over the boots, then found the zippers from the knee down that would pull the legs tight over the boots. He pulled the heavy torso of the suit up over his hips and placed his arms in the sleeves of the jumpsuit. When his hands reached the end of the suit sleeves they slid into attached heavy gloves. he pulled the rest of the suit up over his shoulders and slid the zipper all the way up the front closing himself in the suit. Last of all he lifted the hoodie of the suit over his head.

--Well done, son. And very handsome. In that last box is one last padlock. The zipper of the jumpsuit attaches to the posture collar you're wearing with this padlock. Lock it on. Now here's the hard part. I want you to get in your car and drive over here. I suggest obeying all the speed limits and red lights diligently. I don't think you want to get stopped and have to try to explain what you're wearing. It's dark enough now that probably no one will notice you, but you might want to select side roads with fewer street lights. When you get here I'll have the garage door open and you can park inside. I'll meet you at the door that goes from the garage into the kitchen. One more thing. DON'T look in the mirror. Just enjoy the feeling. But get focused to drive. See you soon.

And with that the chat window closed. dk grabbed his keys, wallet, and cellphone, keeping his head down and avoiding the mirror, and then headed to his car. This past hour had been probably the most intense experience he had ever had. he was giddy from the smell of the latex, intoxicated with the notion he was locked in all this gear, and he was practically comatose with the notion of what might happen when he arrived at SirJay's.

As soon as He'd signed off, SirJay rushed to complete His own dressing so that He'd be ready for the boy's arrival. He'd spent the day at home preparing the dungeon for a number of activities He wanted to share with the boy. He truly hoped they'd have another 48 hours of incredible play, and He felt responsible for making sure all the gear and toys were ready. SirJay felt a bit of a pang in His chest. He truly cared about dk, and while he'd joked about the U-Haul, He was thinking seriously about asking the boy to consider moving in with Him. He wouldn't rush the boy, but He also wasn't going to let him slip away.

Driving with two pair of gloves on his hands required real focus for dk. On a back street he almost rolled through a stop sign but caught himself, coming to a complete stop. he truly did NOT want to get stopped even for the most minor traffic offense. At last he reached SirJay's and as promised the garage door was open, the pickup parked off to the right, and he drove in and parked. As soon as he had parked the garage door closed and the door to the kitchen opened. It was dark in the kitchen and fairly dark in the garage but he could make out the silhouette of SirJay in the doorway. his heart was pounding so hard it's all he could hear inside the latex hood.

he exited the car and made his way to the door. when he got to the door he almost fell over backward. SirJay was dressed almost exactly as he was, or at least how he imagined himself to be dressed.

SirJay held open his arms and brought the boy in, a huge rubber hug shared between the two of them. He slid the hoodie off the boy's head, pulled a large rubber ball gag from the counter next to him and buckled and locked it in place on the boy. He brought the hoodie back up over the top of the boy's head. And He took two padded rubber mitts and locked them on dk's hands.

"C'mon. We're going downstairs. And we might never come back up."

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I'm going to leave the rest of this story to your imaginations. I hope you enjoyed.

Still Further Discoveries

2011-04-04T12:29:00.000-04:00

Still Further Discoveries

That night they spent on the sofa, naked, cuddling, laughing at stupid shows on television. There was little talk and dk spent most of the time just breathing in the scent of SirJay, happy to be held by Him, happy to be so close to Him.

For SirJay this time was equally relaxing and sensual. He felt the boy's head on His chest, finding Himself like a teenager trying to match His breathing to the boy's rhythm. It had been a magical 24 hours. Fuck!, he thought. Only 24 hours since this boy came to My house, dressed as I'd asked, eager to try anything, willing to suffer to get to a higher level, and always grateful. Only one week since they'd first met. Unbelievable. By now He was usually kicking them out, telling them He'd had fun, promising to call them, and letting the contact go stale, the e-mails unanswered.

He put the big thoughts on hold, let His eyes glaze over as He stared at the TV, and stroked the boy's head, finally allowing His own eyes to give over to complete exhaustion.

SirJay woke abruptly when the screaming voice of a pitch-man pushing vacuums pierced his ear drums. He looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was 1:00 a.m. The boy was fast asleep, curled up, his head resting in SirJay's lap. He reached for the remote and turned the TV off, pulled a blanket off the arm of the sofa and covered Himself and the boy as best He could and drifted back to sleep.

The next time He awoke He was completely disoriented. He was laid out flat on the sofa, the blanket completely covering Him, and He was alone. He looked again to the kitchen and saw it was after 8:00. He stretched and took a deep inhale, noting a hint of pine scent. It was only then He wondered where dk was.

He padded off to the bathroom and relieved himself then glanced in each room wondering where the boy was. As He approached the door to the basement the scent of pine got stronger. The door was open and He could see lights on in the dungeon. When He got to the bottom of the stairs He looked first to the left. The dressing room was empty. When He turned to the right He saw a naked dk wringing out a mop into a bucket. That at least explained the pine scent thought SirJay.

SirJay leaned against the door frame waiting for dk to notice Him. The boy was absorbed in his work, seemingly happy in his domestic service. When dk did finally notice SirJay he stopped, smiled, put down his cleaning tools and came over and gave SirJay a big hug.

"i hope it's okay. what i did. i woke up at 5:00 and didn't want to wake you. i guess i should have asked. i'm sorry. but i wanted to do it for You and it looked like it had been awhile since the floor had been cleaned. And i figured if i worked down here You wouldn't hear me and You'd go ahead and sleep. i took the liberty of polishing some of Your boots, i cleaned the bathroom, and i was just finishing the dungeon floor and..."

SirJay started laughing. The boy was babbling and SirJay was barely awake. He hugged the boy back. "Thank you, son. You didn't have to, but I appreciate it very much. Now even more than cleaning and boot-polishing skills I hope to hell you have coffee-making skills. If not, you're going to have to learn quickly."

They drank coffee, dk shared about his job, they talked about their annoying sisters, they fixed another protein-laden breakfast, did the dishes together, and drank more coffee. SirJay was amazed at how bright the boy was, how hungry he was for everything life had to offer. he had a good job in IT but was also taking a night class in web design. he took overtime anytime he could so he could pay off his school loans quickly, and he spent time volunteering at the animal shelter. SirJay laughed to himself, remembering when he had that much energy, both in life and in bed.

dk was babbling about how much he loved taking the shelter dogs for walks and SirJay started to zone out, not hearing the words the boys was speaking, just aware of the enthusiasm and energy emanating from the boy. He interrupted the boy. "Do you wanna go back to the dungeon? Try some more gear?"

dk blushed. he knew his motor-mouth had been engaged, one of his worst traits. But he looked into SirJay's eyes, the most beautiful marbleized blue, stopped mid-sentence, gulped, and whispered, "yes, Sir."

"You make me so fucking horny, dk. In and out of gear, in and out of bondage, you seem to be making my nuts do double-time in churning out spunk. Woof!" He reached across the table and ruffled dk's hair. "You up for a haircut, son? Yours is way too long and scruffy."

dk was sort of proud of his hair, a full head of hair fairly long on top, short on the sides. But SirJay's suggestion was too forceful not to follow. "Sure, Sir!"

Downstairs SirJay led dk to the barber chair. Once seated He strapped the boy's arms down, pulled a belt around his chest and another around his waist. Thigh straps, calf straps, and ankle straps were the last sets to be done. It had taken only one simple strap to get dk's dick hard. By the time the last strap was done dk was leaking a nice long strand of pearly pre-cum. SirJay reached down and fingered the head of dk's cock, gathering up the pre-cum. He stuck his finger up to dk's mouth. "Lick." dk took the finger in his mouth and tasted his own sweet-salty pre-cum, something he'd never done before. The taste of it merely encouraged greater production.

SirJay turned up a spotlight on the barber chair and retrieved his clippers and a set of clipper guards. "you are gonna look like one hot son-of-a-bitch when I finish with you." He fired up the clippers and began to work. dk was a little panicked when he saw how much hair was falling in his lap, but SirJay's reassuring hand on his shoulder made him relax as best he could.

By the time SirJay finished dk could feel cool air blowing on his neck and above his ears. There was no mirror for him to look in and he could only imagine the transformation SirJay had brought about. SirJay brushed the hair off him and quickly vacuumed up the hair on the floor, all the time leaving dk bound in the chair.

SirJay left the boy in the chair and went to the dressing room. There he got yet another of his 6 leather straitjackets, this one holding a very special purpose. Returning to the dungeon He released dk from the barber chair and held the jacket out in front of him. Any fear dk had held the previous weekend about being in a straitjacket was long gone. he leapt at the chance to be bound like that again.

Getting into this jacket required dk to step inside two wide, padded straps that cradled his inner thighs and buttocks with the padded part sitting deep below his balls. As he slid his arms into the thick leather sleeves he shivered. Just as SirJay had told him that first night he felt that "no-going-back" moment of giving over control. dk could feel that this jacket was much thicker than the one he'd worn to the bar. The straps on his thighs and running through his groin continued up to his shoulders.

SirJay buckled the jacket shut with smooth efficiency all the time noting how calm dk was, how compliant he'd become. With the last buckle done and dk's arms pulled tightly around his body, He stepped to the pegboard and pulled down a gag that he stuck in His back pocket in such a way that dk couldn't see what He had. He walked over to the boy and caressed him through the jacket, double checking the tightness of the straps, massaging the boy's balls, and playing again with the tip of his dick, gathering up the pearls of pre-cum and feeding them to the boy.

He led the boy to the center of the dungeon directly below a heavy-duty suspension bar dangling from the same electric hoist that had been used on the spherical cage. He lowered the bar and attached chains to d-rings on the shoulders of the straitjacket. dk finally understood the purpose of the jacket's additional straps and the padding in his groin. This jacket was built for suspension. he was slightly scared, but totally intrigued as SirJay finished attaching the last chain.

"I hope you enjoy this ride, boy. I really do." He pulled the ring gag from his back pocket and placed the large rubber-covered ring in dk's mouth then strapped it tightly behind the boy's head. dk could already feel the drool building in his mouth and threatening to run down his chin.

SirJay stepped to the electrical controls for the hoist and lifted dk just a few inches off the ground. dk felt the pressure in his groin on the straps running up the front and back of him. The entire straitjacket tightened against him removing all struggle room. SirJay came back and looked dk in the eye. "Good?" dk's instincts were to say "yes, Sir" but just trying to speak sent the first ribbon of drool down his chin so he simply nodded.

SirJay brought two thickly padded ankle restraints from the pegboard and placed them on dk's dangling ankles. A short pole was attached forcing dk's legs a couple feet apart. SirJay attached a rope to the pole and slowly hoisted dk's legs until the boy was at about a 45 degree angle to the floor. dk watched as a long string of drool left his mouth and traveled slowly to the floor.

SirJay lowered dk to where he was almost touching the floor, then slid Himself under dk and began to give the boy a blowjob. dk writhed in the straitjacket, feeling the cum building in his guts, doing his best to hold back the impending orgasm. SirJay's mouth on his hard dick felt more incredible than anything he'd ever felt.

Knowing the boy was getting close to cumming, SirJay pulled off his dick, slid back, sat up and kissed the boy through the ring gag. He stood and went to the electrical controls and lifted dk a couple feet off the ground.

dk could see SirJay's dick was hard, the Man dripping pre-cum of his own. he loved tasting his own pre-cum but desperately wanted to lick the Man's juice. SirJay went to the backside of dk and the boy felt a lubed finger massaging his hole. he fell apart, consumed with hunger. "Good boy. Slow and easy. Good boy." SirJay took a condom from a nearby table and covered his dripping dick. dk could see him slather more lube on the latex covered cock and then step behind dk, placing His strong hands on dk's suspended hips.

Slowly he pulled the boy back to Him, His cock at the entrance to dk's butthole. dk was breathing deeply, drooling uncontrollably, and moaning with every exhale. he wanted that cock inside him. Slowly, ever so slowly SirJay pulled dk a little more toward him, the tip of His dick now opening the boy's hole, sliding in part way. He pulled out and heard the boy gasp. He added more lube to the boy's hole and more to his cock and began again. This time His dick slid quickly in to the halfway point. "Good boy." And the magic moment occurred. dk relaxed completely and SirJay's dick was swallowed to the base of the shaft.

He began to grind inside the boy. His hips slammed against dk's buttocks. And He felt a fire inside Himself. All sense of reality left Him. All He could think of, all He could feel was the heat of the boy's ass grabbing at His dick and the inferno in His own guts.

dk was long gone from this planet. he had no thoughts, only emotions and desires. he wanted this to last forever. he'd never felt this connected to another man. he ached for His cock to go deeper. he nearly cried as SirJay's cock would begin to pull out of him, and he soared when it slammed into him again.

behind him, dk heard SirJay breathing deeply, his own deep growling moans becoming huskier and more rapid, and with a roar SirJay pulled the suspended, straitjacketed boy all the way to Him, holding the boy against him as he filled the condom with load after load.

Seconds later, still holding the boy's ass tight on His cock, He spit in his hand and reached around to dk's dick and began to stroke it. It took only a few seconds and a few strokes before the boy shot the largest load He'd ever seen. With each stroke, with each load the boy did his best to push himself deeper on to SirJay's cock until he had absolutely no cum and no energy left.

Hours later, after SirJay had released dk, after they'd showered, and after they'd devoured a large delivery pizza, they snuggled together, naked under a blanket on the sofa. It was early Sunday night and it was time to start thinking about the reality of the coming work week. SirJay knew He needed a good night's sleep before heading to work early the next morning. Based on his conversations with dk He knew the boy needed the same.

He roused the boy from a partial slumber. "Time for you to hit the road, kiddo. I've got a big week at work and if you stay here I'll be too distracted to sleep."

dk sat up, then crawled on top of SirJay, straddling his legs, facing Him. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you for the most wonderful weekend of my entire life."

SirJay pulled the boy into Him and gave him a crushing hug. "C'mon. Don't get Me started. We have one thing to do before we get you dressed and out the door."

SirJay went to basement where he retrieved the leather jeans, boots and black t-shirt and the steel chastity tube. dk's clothes had been destroyed on Friday night, but He'd always planned on sending the boy home with this gear. When he came back upstairs dk got a look at the chastity device and his eyes grew large. "I want you to try to wear this for the entire week. We'll meet back here on Friday night, if you're game. I'll use a plastic luggage lock so if there's any real problem you can simply cut the lock and get free. I'd hate for you to have significant trouble and not be able to get out. What do you say?"

dk's head was spinning. For three reasons! One, he'd be in chastity for five days, something he never ever imagined before. Two, he'd be wearing the leather jeans and boots home, and three, he'd been invited back to SirJay's!

"Yes, Sir. I'll try, Sir!"

"Good boy."

"One more thing. I'm sending a big box home with you. Do not open it until I tell you to. I want to chat on-line every night at 7:00, even if just for a few minutes. And I'll tell you when it's time to open the box and I'll let you know how to proceed from there. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

When dk got home, he shrugged off his leather jacket at the door, left the big and heavy box near the coatrack, and was totally shocked when he looked at himself in the mirror. He'd left on Friday night looking like a stringy, greasy waif. he'd come home with the most beautiful high-top buzzcut, something that made his face look more rugged and angular, and he was wearing a black t-shirt and tight, beautiful leather jeans.

he felt a painful surge in his groin, his dick struggling to escape the stainless steel, and he made a vow to himself to avoid black t-shirts, leather jeans and mirrors for the coming week.

One more fun-filled chapter to go. Look later this week!

An open letter to Newt Gingrich

2011-04-02T10:14:00.000-04:00

I don't always agree with ol' Topher, but on this one. He nailed it. 100% Nicely done.

An open letter to Newt Gingrich

by Topher Payne

April 01, 2011 00:00

Dear Newt,
Can I call you Newt? As a fellow Georgian, I feel we can relate in a down-home, folksy kinda way.
We have things in common, you and me. We both like Reese’s peanut butter cups. Neither of us is actually from Georgia. We have funny names. We both failed to have lasting relationships with women.
Anyhoo, I saw on the news that you’ve got some interest in being our next president. I don’t know why you would want that. When you’re president, people will come after you for any indiscretion and publicly humiliate you. Remember what happened to Bill Clinton, with the impeachment hearings stemming from his extramarital affair? Oh, silly me, of course you remember that. You were leading the charge against him. While you were having an extramarital affair. Boy, good thing nobody was watching you! You rascal.
You revealed your plan to stop the homosexual agenda with “pro-Classical Christianity” governance. I was unfamiliar with this term. Fortunately, Classical Christianity has a website. Don’t you love the internet?
I learned from www.classicalchristianity.com that these particular “Christians” openly welcome and accept people with “homosexual or other extramarital sexual impulses.” Yippee. Not sure how we got lumped in with adulterers, but the invite is still appreciated. Oh, but you do have to make a vow of chastity. You can be gay, you just can’t, you know, BE gay. Damn fine print. It’ll get you every time.
Delving further into the site, I found a fascinating discussion regarding the sanctity of marriage. Classical Christianity, not surprisingly, is a big fan of pairing up for life. I myself am in favor of that, so we’re on the same page.
The Classical Christianity website allows for the possibility that divorce is, on rare occasions, the only choice for a couple. But multiple divorces indicate a man is incapable of leadership, because he cannot manage to commit to the most basic and fundamental of all institutions: marriage.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t you currently on your third wife? So, if you’re truly committed to governing under the ideals of “Classical Christianity,” you should go ahead and announce you are unfit to be president.
But if you really want this campaign, make a very bold move. You’re skirting around hate speech by saying marriage equality, hate crimes legislation, and the repeal of DADT run counter to the will of the “overwhelming majority of Americans.”
For whatever reason, several presidential contenders seem to believe that the greatest threat to American society is not unemployment, poverty, crime, or the hootenanny of wars we’re currently fighting. It’s those damn non-celibate gays.
Well come on, Newt, let’s be bold about it. Run on a platform of outlawing homosexuality altogether. That’ll make you stand out from the pack! Present no economic or defense plan whatsoever. Make your campaign slogan “NEWT 2012: I JUST DON’T LIKE GAY PEOPLE,” and the overwhelming majority of Americans are certain to follow, right?
Unless, of course, this is all just you pandering to the fuming and fearful. See, the worst part about all this is that I don’t believe you actually give two shits about “the sanctity of marriage,” or you’d actually stay married to someone.
It’s all just talking points for a career politician who knows that disenfranchised Americans need someone to blame for their lot in life. They require a sense of Other. Someone to hate. Someone to hold up for ridicule and say, “You! You’re the reason life isn’t fair!”
If you lived in a different time, you could select women, or black people, or Communists, or the Irish. But you live now. So you picked us. Which means your declared religious principles agree with my understanding of right and wrong in a single regard: Neither of us thinks you’re fit to be president. Look at that, we have something else in common.
History will judge you the same way it’s judged Senator McCarthy, or George Wallace, or the Puritans. Common sense will prevail. You will be reviled, and then pitied, and then forgotten. And that, Newt, is a small consolation.

Topher Payne is an Atlanta-based playwright, and the author of the book “Necessary Luxuries: Notes on a Semi-Fabulous Life.” Find out more at topherpayne.com.

Mayhem for Men

2011-04-01T13:00:00.002-04:00

I made the pig hubby try on this shirt at a recent local fetish flea market. He looked beyond amazing. It's definitely on the wishlist. And since the company, Mayhem for Men, is local I definitely want to work with them and spend my money right here at home.

Check out their website HERE. Lots of cool corsets for women (and a couple of really kinky ones for men!)

Further Discoveries

2011-03-31T16:00:00.000-04:00

Part III of the newest saga.
Couple more chapters to come.

FURTHER DISCOVERIES

dk peered out into the darkness, clueless as to what time it was. There was merely a whisper of light in the dungeon allowing him to orient himself based on the large dark shapes that he'd seen in the dungeon. To his left was the barber chair. To his right the large bondage table. In the distance he thought he could make out the doorway to the staircase.

he shifted and felt himself swinging in the globe-like suspended cage SirJay had put him in following their return from the leather bar. That had been several hours ago, dk thought. Or maybe it had only been minutes. he truly wasn't sure. he was still fully dressed in the leather jeans, boots, straitjacket, and hood that SirJay had forced him to wear to the bar. And he was painfully aware that the chastity belt with the stainless steel tube was firmly locked in place.

And he was happy. And he knew he was safe. SirJay had shown him the baby monitor mounted directly above the cage. If at any time dk had any problem he merely had to call out and SirJay would be there in seconds.

he had become one with the garments, his leathered body controlled by SirJay, protected and restrained at one time. While his penis frequently fought the control of the cold steel, dk fully understood how it made him focus his energies elsewhere. When they'd returned from the bar and it was clear the chastity was not coming off, dk had been able to funnel his energies into the service of SirJay, a task he relished. While he might not know much about bondage, dk had a good deal experience taking dick in his mouth. he relished the thought of the orgasm SirJay had had and the cum load that had filled his mouth.

dk let his mind wander, remembering the bizare adventures of the previous night. After being carefully seat-buckled in the front seat of a big pickup, they'd made the short trip to the leather bar. On the ride over He'd spoken very little: "I will keep you near My side all night long. With the collar and leash it will be clear that you belong to Me and only Me. Do you understand?"

dk had grunted a "yes, Sir" from under the hood.

"I know this is definitely stepping outside your comfort zone. Hell!, it's a little outside My own! But the men at this bar are good people, and trust Me, every Top is going to be jealous of Me, and every single bottom is going to wish he was in your place."

dk had tried to absorb what the Man was saying. he couldn't imagine actually being out in public in the get-up he was wearing. At the same time his dick was straining within the miniature metal cell .

"You need to remember a few things only. Speak only when spoken to by Me. No one else. And then all you need to say is 'Yes, Sir; No, Sir; or "Thank You, Sir.' When I put a hand on your shoulder I want you to kneel. If I want you standing I'll pull up on the leash. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy."

dk was amazed at how he felt hearing those last two words. What had been a warm glow deep inside him grew exponentially. Hearing SirJay call him a "good boy" had made the tension go away, the fears subside, and his breathing deepen. he had let a deep sigh release from him and the warmth seemed to fill his entire body. Even thinking back to it now made dk release yet more tension.

The actual time in the bar had gone by quickly and SirJay had lived up to every promise. When he'd snuck peeks at the crowd around them he could see the envy of practically every boy in the place. SirJay had spent time talking to several of the men in the bar, but always kept a firm grip on the leash. Halfway through the night dk had begun to feel some cramping in his arms and shoulders. SirJay seemed to recognize immediately what was the problem and had loosened several of the straps a couple of notches to give dk room to shift a bit in the jacket. That had been enough.

dk chuckled inside his cage. The strangest moment had been when SirJay had taken him to the restroom. There was a long trough-style urinal and several men were taking leaks. SirJay held the leash in such a way that dk was forced to stand behind him while he peed. When he had finished he turned around, put a hand on dk's shoulder and pushed him to the floor. He pushed his dick through the leather mouth-hole of the hood and into dk's mouth forcing him to take the last few drops of salty piss and lick SirJay's dick clean. After that He'd pushed dk to the trough, where He unzipped the leather jeans and helped dk to relieve himself as well. dk had heard several murmurs from the crowd watching.

dk closed his eyes, sighed and tried to find a more comfortable position inside the spherical cage. As before, his shifting caused the cage to swing and swivel. As the swinging slowed dk drifted off to sleep, a small smile on his face, hidden by the thick leather hood.

Upstairs SirJay could hear the movement of the cage through a small speaker, but he heard no whimper, no cry for help and when he listened closely he thought he heard a faint snore from the boy. He closed His eyes and drifted off.

The next thing time dk awoke the whisper of light in the basement had turned to a trickle from a frosted window in the corner. Forgetting he was in the cage, he tried to sit up but banged his head against the top of the cage. Quickly he remembered every event that had led him to his confinement. he could make out more distinct shapes in the basement and he realized the sun must have risen. his typical morning hard-on was filling the steel tube painfully and he desperately needed to pee.

Above him he heard creaking floorboards, then the door to the basement opening. A few seconds later he could make out the naked form of SirJay walking across the basement floor.

"Good morning, hot stuff! I see you didn't go anywhere! And I'm very proud of you for being able to stay in here all night. Most boys freak out after an hour or so, which is cool, but you hung in there all night long. I'm impressed."

dk muttered through the hood, "Thank you, Sir."

"C'mon, let's get you out of there, showered, and get some food in you. We've got a full day ahead of us." dk wasn't sure what to make of the last statement, but he thought it better not to ask questions at this time.

SirJay lowered the cage to the floor using an electric hoist, unlocked it, and helped dk crawl out. dk was barely able to stand on his own, many of his muscles sore and cramped from the overnight imprisonment. SirJay undid the collar and hood first, then slowly unbuckled the straitjacket, sliding it off dk's torso and setting it on top of the cage. He helped dk sit and remove the boots and finally off came the leather jeans. dk presumed that the chastity device would be removed now too, but SirJay showed no indication that that was going to happen.

SirJay led dk to an area under the stairs where a full bathroom had been installed. SirJay pointed to the toilet and told dk to pee which he did. He handed dk a toothbrush, showed him the toothpaste, and started the jets on a large walk-in shower. When dk finished brushing his teeth SirJay led him to the shower, pulled the boy in with him and they proceeded to scrub each other head to toe. As they rinsed off, SirJay pushed dk to his knees and pulled the boy's eager mouth to his semi-hard dick. dk took it in, hungry for it, so glad he could do this again for SirJay.

Above him, SirJay was growling and starting to thrust his hips harder, holding the boy's head firmly against his groin. And with a startling abruptness he pulled his cock out, pulled the boy up, turned the water off, threw a towel to dk, and proceeded to towel Himself off.

dk was stricken. he was sure he'd done something wrong. SirJay saw the look on dk's face and started to laugh. "I'm not a porno star, kiddo. I got one, maybe two good loads a day and I have way too much planned for us today to give up a load this early! C'mon! Get dry. I'll make breakfast and then we need to hit the road."

Breakfast was protein on top of protein and dk ate voraciously. SirJay even laughed as dk reached for seconds on both the bacon and sausage. After breakfast SirJay took him back downstairs to the room on the left with all the gear and clothing. He brought the jeans, boots and collar dk had worn the previous night and found a tight black t-shirt for the boy to wear. For Himself He selected similar leather jeans and boots along with a blue denim shirt. dk watched Him dress, sorry to see the naked body covered, but amazed at how handsome the Man was with His gear on.

"Okay, kiddo, upstairs and out to the pickup. You're okay being with Me all day, yes?"

dk was a little stunned. he hadn't actually thought their date would extend past Friday night, but he knew the answer to the question. "Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" SirJay smiled at the response and gave dk a shove up the stairs.

The events of the day turned out to be mostly mundane. A quick trip to an ATM, stopping for groceries, picking up some items to repair a leaking faucet, lunch at a fast food joint (where dk couldn't stop noticing all the stares the pair of them were getting), and last, a stop at the local leather store where SirJay picked up a couple of items he'd had repaired.

SirJay had encouraged him to wander around the store while he chatted with the manager. dk was intoxicated with the rich leather smell that permeated the store and intrigued with the incredible variety of bondage and s/m devices. he was touching the buttery smooth tails of the floggers when SirJay appeared at his side. "C'mon, boy, time to head home."

After they unloaded all SirJay's purchases SirJay brought dk to the living room. He sat on the sofa and indicated that dk should join him, not next to Him on the sofa, but on the floor next to his boots.

dk knelt and eventually curled into the leather covered legs of SirJay, holding on tight.

"Okay. Time to have a chat. Tell Me what's going on inside your head."

dk was caught off guard. How was he supposed to explain how happy he was, how "right" this all felt. Okay, so the chastity was starting to get on his nerves a little, but it was such a small sacrifice compared to all he'd experienced with SirJay. dk stayed silent trying to search for words, and unable to do so.

After a few minutes SirJay broke the silence with a laugh. "Okay, okay! Maybe a little too open-ended on that question. How about we start with, was there anything you didn't like, that felt wrong, or against what you believe in?"

"No, Sir."

"At the other end of the spectrum, what was the best thing, for you, in these past two days?"

dk didn't have to think about it. "Hearing you call me a 'good boy', Sir."

SirJay pondered this for a moment then with a twinkle in his eye asked, "One more question. Do you know what lesbians and leathermen bring on their second date?"

dk was clueless what SirJay was asking. "i....i...i don't know, Sir."

"A U-Haul." SirJay roared at his own joke. "I know it's early to even think about it, but I got really good feelings about being with you. Now what say you to the notion that we head back downstairs and try out some more gear?"

Like a puppy on steroids dk leapt to his feet. "Yes, Sir!"

dk didn't have to be pushed down the stairs this time, he was so anxious to have the chance to be there with SirJay again. At the foot of the stairs SirJay guided him to the dressing room and instructed him to remove all the clothing. He showed dk how each item was stored and dk payed close attention placing each item, including those of SirJay, on it's proper hanger and on the correct boot rack. he was naked now except for the collar around his neck and the steel chastity on his dick.

SirJay pulled the boy into His chest and kissed him deeply, His tongue exploring the corners of dk's mouth. dk's dick was beginning to throb painfully in the steel tube and he squirmed. "I suppose you want that thing off for a while, eh?"

dk grimaced. "Please, Sir?" SirJay chuckled and reached for the keys he'd left on the chair in the dressing room. SirJay removed the chastity and dk's dick responded immediately by leaping upward. SirJay gave it a little smack and used it as a leash to pull the boy into the dungeon area.

SirJay brought dk over to the large leather-covered bondage table. "Lean over, boy, and spread your cheeks." dk started to get a bit nervous. he'd only been fucked a few times in his life and it hadn't always been pleasant, but he did as SirJay ordered.

SirJay got a bottle of lube and poured a copious amount in his right hand and began rubbing dk's anus slowly and methodically. With his left hand he stroked dk's head, scratching him behind the ears, massaging his neck and generally encouraging the boy to relax. With no warning, but also with no pain, he slid a finger up the boy's butthole. An involuntary groan escaped from dk.

"Good boy. That's it. Good boy. Just relax. If it hurts, tell Me. You are such a good boy."

And with each "good boy" dk felt the warmth inside him return. And when the second finger entered and the second groan escaped there was something inside him that seemed to be saying "more, give me more." SirJay added more lube to his right hand, and continued massaging the boy's butthole. He could feel the boy beginning to writhe and moan in harmony to the massage. It was a good sign. Slipping his fingers out, he went to the peg board and retrieved a metal buttplug, not too large, but certainly large enough to fill the boy's hole. Lubing it up he placed it at the very opening of the boy's ass and slowly began to push it in.

dk gasped at the coldness of the metal, but he did not try to back away from it. That urgent message of "more" filled his head as a mantra. he took a deep breath, exhaled, and felt the entire metal cylinder slide smoothly into place. SirJay stroked the back of his head. "Good boy. I'm proud of you. Now climb up on top of the table and lay on your back. We've got a lot more to do."

When dk was up on the table and flat on his back SirJay began to restrain dk to the table. To dk there seemed to be hundreds of straps covering him. he tested his arms and legs after the straps were all applied and he realized he couldn't move an inch. he was completely vulnerable, but his cock told the real story. A steady stream of precum was leaking from him unlike any other time he could remember. The last strap SirJay attached was one across dk's forehead. Now dk couldn't even lift his head to view his own strings of precum.

SirJay stepped back to admire His work. This kid was so beautiful. So beautiful both in and out of bondage. And it was quite clear the boy loved every element of bondage. He'd done the cage test on practically every boy he'd ever played with. None had lasted the night. Some had even been pretty nasty about it. Not dk.

SirJay retrieved the ErosTek electrical machine but kept it out of sight of dk, placing it between the boy's knees. He attached the lead wires to the plug in the boy's ass and slowly dialed the number of the pulse to 30% then 35%. When he hit 40% he heard a gasp escape from dk.

He walked to the top of the table and saw a little fear in the boy's eyes. "Relax and go with it. It tingles right now, yes?" dk nodded the best he could with his head strapped down. "As it goes higher it will begin to pulse in your ass, almost like you're getting fucked, a non-stop pounding earth-shattering fuck. But I'll only turn it up from here on out when you tell Me to. Understand? You're in charge of how high it goes. And when you want it off, just say so. Yes?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy."

For the next hour the pulsing and pounding in dk's ass was relentless. But the boy never backed down. SirJay began teasing the boy's cock, stroking it slowly, making the boy moan and try to grind his hips upward. Every few minutes dk would gasp, "Sir?" And SirJay would respond, "More?"

"Please, Sir."

"Good boy."

When SirJay finally dialed the ErosTek to 80% He knew he'd reached the boy's limit. He left it there, put fresh lube on his hand and began to stroke the boy with long hard strokes. He knew the boy would cum very soon. his breathing was ragged, his hips were bucking.

"Boy?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Ask permission to cum. Never cum without Me saying it's okay. Understand?"

Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, May I please cum, Sir. I am so close, Sir. Please, Sir" The words were falling out of dk's mouth and SirJay could see him grimace as he tried to hold back the impending orgasm.

"Shoot for Me, boy. Do it now."

dk literally screamed as the first huge load escaped shooting straight into the air. The scream was followed by dozens of smaller screams and grunts as SirJay continued to stroke the boy. He reached over and turned the electro off, but continued to slowly stroke the boy's cock.

dk actually started to giggle, squirm and buck. "Oh, please Sir. No. Please! Oh God, please stop." Now was when the straps on the table were called upon to do their real job.

dk's screaming and laughing was music to SirJay's ears and as He continued to stroke the boy in his current giddy insanity, He filled his left hand with the cum from the boy, put His paw on His own cock and began working Himself to orgasm.

Holy Cow!

2011-03-29T18:05:00.001-04:00

Or is that holy sheep?

Knowledge Is Power

2011-03-28T09:06:00.002-04:00

I first saw this at "A Master and His Slave", one of the best blogs you'll ever hope to find in blogdom. Not only do I think this set of "commandments" is terrific, the entire site that it's taken from can help all of us (even if it's aimed at those darn heterosexuals...LOL). You definitely should bookmark http://www.the-iron-gate.com/ if you're interested in learning more about our wonderful BDSM world.

10 Commandments for Newbies

Author: LadyMary03

I. THOU SHALT BE RELENTLESS IN YOUR SEARCH OF KNOWLEDGE ...for there are many who are willing and eager to guide and assist you in your search

II. THOU SHALT NOT BE HAUGHTY OF MIND ...for we all are still learning and growing. There is no shame in not knowing a right word or how to do something. Always keep an open and humble mind when it comes to learning.

III. THOU SHALT BE STEADFAST AND BOLD OF HEART ...for there are those who will try to humiliate you and belittle you for their egos sake. (example: "for a newbie-you sure have opinions" "newbies should be seen and not heard" "this isn't a beginners forum")

IV. THOU SHALT BE RESPECTFUL OF OTHERS ...for we should all respect each other as humans and as part of the same community. Even if opinions clash it is possible to disagree without being disagreeable keeping a sense of respect for one another.

V. THOU SHALT SEEK OUT THOSE OF LIKE KIND ...for there are chat rooms, munches, socials and parties readily available to give you an opportunity to make acquaintances. You are not alone.

VI. THOU SHALT NOT FEEL PRESSURED TO PERFORM FOR OTHERS SAKE ...for there are those who will mock where you are comfortable with. Perhaps you are only comfortable giving/taking mild spankings whereas an edge playing sadist/masochist may snub you feeling superior. They are not. The only right way to be is the right way for you!

VII. THOU SHALT NOT JUDGE LEST YE BE JUDGED ...for each relationship is special and unique between the people directly involved. As an observer you may not understand it but you don't have to as long as the people involved are in concensual agreement.

VIII. THOU SHALT BE KIND ONE TO ANOTHER ...for we are all part of the same community. Insults and Flaming weaken the whole. We are fortunate because we have 4 cheeks to turn thus we should be even more forgiving of each others faults.

IX. THOU SHALT BE ACCOUNTABLE FOR YOUR ACTIONS ...for with the availability of knowledge and the forums for opinions there is little reason to act in ignorance which may lead to unfortunate experiences. This means proper understanding of safe, sane and concensual play including negotiation and safewords and communicating your wants & needs efficiently. Do not assume others can read your every thought.

X. THOU SHALT BE TRUE TO YOURSELF ...for you are wonderful and unique in your individual way. There is no specific way a Dominant/Submissive must be. We are all distinctive jewels with our own remarkable personalities. There is no mold.

Straight People

2011-03-28T07:29:00.000-04:00

I REALLY have to get over my fear and general dislike of straight people. There are actually some incredibly cool ones out there when I'm smart enough to lower my guard and get to know them. Of course all the really cool ones are part of the BDSM world. LOL.

Spent an hour Sunday looking over our local dungeon where hubby and I are holding our 25th anniversary dungeon party. MistressWhip, proprietor, has got to be one of the coolest women I have ever met. The positive energy coming off this strikingly beautiful woman was intoxicating. And every question we asked was answered by such an energetic, positive response. How cool! Also there were a straight man and woman who live the kink lifestyle. I met them at Christmas at a potluck dinner, and it was so great to see them again. (She does some incredible leather corsets that we got to see at a fetish flea market a couple months ago.)

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I have to be honest. I haven't been this excited about an upcoming event since I was 6 and could barely sleep the entire week before Christmas morning. I am blessed with the best hubby in the world and to celebrate our 25 years together is more than I ever could have hoped for. And to have the world's greatest pup, and some of the finest friends (and friends with major benefits) a man could ever hope for? I'm dancing on air.

More Discoveries

2011-03-27T07:09:00.006-04:00

Read Parts I and II before proceeding!

After posting the original parts at Eckie's website (see below for a complete review of his site) and having the story read by over a thousand people in 3 days, receiving a great number of 5-star reviews, lots of great comments, and some wonderful encouraging e-mails, I got right to work on the continuation. Hope you enjoy. I sure as hell left the door open for Further Discoveries! (LOL....I just realized these titles are sounding a helluva lot like the "Tales of the City" saga.)

MORE DISCOVERIES

SirJay and dk didn't play again that night. They both had heavy work schedules for the rest of the week but a date was made for Friday night. SirJay had asked dk to come over at 7:00 that night ready for more adventures in the dungeon. He'd also told dk to not masturbate for the rest of the week. dk wasn't so sure he could manage that since he typically jerked off at least 2 or 3 times a day, but for SirJay he wanted very much to comply and would do his damn best to keep his hands off his dick.

As the week progressed dk found the only way he could keep his mind off sex was to stay far away from the computer except to check his e-mail. Even so, just random images on TV were enough to get his groin stirring. He was getting hard-ons in the car driving to and from work. He took cold showers, cleaned every inch of his apartment, reorganized his closet, wrote a letter to him mom, and did lots of time at the gym. Friday morning arrived and he actually thought he'd be able to make it until that evening. He laughed to himself, thinking, "I'll probably blow the minute SirJay opens the door and gives me a hug."

He managed to get through the day and raced home so he could shower and be to SirJay's at 7:00. When he got home he checked e-mail and found only one message that mattered. It was from SirJay

--wear some old underwear, an old t-shirt, worn bluejeans and old sneakers. Bring only your keys and ID. See you at 7. Can't wait. ----SirJay

dk jumped in the shower and then dug in his closet and drawers for the clothing SirJay had requested. He wasn't sure why he was putting on his rattiest clothes, but he knew that doing it for SirJay was making him incredibly horny. Just the idea of letting SirJay give him an order made him feel a funny warmth inside. He found a ratty pair of underwear in the back of his drawer that he'd been meaning to throw out, an old white t-shirt that he usually wore when working on the yard, and his favorite old jeans which sported a variety of tears and rips. He finished the outfit off with a pair of old high-top sneakers that he hadn't worn in years. When he looked in the mirror he realized he almost looked like a homeless waif. And kinda sexy. And definitely turned on by the whole act of doing exactly what SirJay had asked of him.

dk arrived at SirJay's promptly at 7:00. he'd read enough stories on the internet to know that bad things happened to boys who were too early or too late. 7:00 meant 7:00. he could feel the blood pumping in his ears as he knocked on the door. SirJay opened the door almost immediately, and as before, a huge grin filled His face.

"C' mon in, son. You look terrific."

dk stepped in, almost tripping on the threshold because he couldn't take his eyes off of SirJay. SirJay was wearing an entire uniform made of thick shiny rubber. The uniform shirt was fit to SirJay's torso like a 2nd skin. The pants were breeches held in place with a wide rubber belt, and beautiful rubber boots completed the outfit. A one-inch gray stripe ran from the armpit of the shirt down to the base of the boots. dk felt drool filling his mouth.

"You're....breathtaking, Sir!"

"You, kid, know exactly the right things to say! C'mon. Downstairs. I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it. And from the looks of your cock straining in those jeans I'm pretty sure you followed my orders and saved your loads for me."

The dungeon door was open and SirJay gave dj a little push, once again making him walk down the stairs in front of SirJay. Behind him, dk could hear SirJay locking the door.

At the bottom of the stairs dk wasn't sure if he was supposed to go right, into the dungeon, or left, where SirJay stored all his clothing, so he waited. Once SirJay was behind him, He put his arms around dk's chest wrapping him tightly from behind. He half whispered, half growled in dk's ear. "I will never hurt you, never force you, never disrespect you, and do my best to never lose your trust. Do you understand that, boy?"

dk nodded his head. he believed this Man with all his heart.

"But I WILL push you. I will test you. I will hopefully make some of your dreams come true. And just maybe, some of Mine."

dk shivered. he was so nervous, so excited, so horny. Just feeling this Man's arms around him, the smell of the rubber filling his nostrils, he felt a buzz ten times more powerful than when he drank a few beers.

SirJay guided him to stand between the two columns He'd used the first time they'd been together. Deftly He placed locking wrist and ankle cuffs on him and stretched him out between the two columns. He walked behind dk and he took a thick rubber hood and pulled it over dk's head. dk's nostrils were filled again with the acrid smell of rubber and he felt his cock doing it's best to leap within his tight jeans.

The hood was laced on tightly. SirJay stepped to in front of dk and dk got his last glimpse of SirJay and that handsome smile as a blindfold was snapped in place and he lost his sense of sight. For the next ten minutes SirJay merely stroked dk's body, taking advantage of the helpless boy, rubbing his crotch, tweaking his nipples, caressing his hooded head, lightly slapping his ass. dk was quivering from the erotic touch.

Then the touch stopped and dk was left totally alone. he couldn't see, could barely hear, and all he craved was more touch from SirJay.

Almost as if from a great distance he heard SirJay talking. "I think you're ready to go another step. If it's too much, at ANY time, grunt three times rapidly. Do you understand?"

dk nodded and mumbled a "Yes, Sir" through the hole of the hood at his mouth. As soon as he finished speaking he felt something being pushed into that hole and firmly into his mouth. Now his mouth was filled with the taste of rubber. he was in heaven. Slowly SirJay began to pump up the gag He'd put in dk's mouth. There would be no more talking from the boy. Eventually He might be able to pump it so full that the boy would be on the edge of panic. Tonight, just a little firm pressure was enough.

And as soon as the gag filled dk's mouth he felt his ratty t-shirt being ripped from his torso. Now he understood why SirJay had asked him to wear these old clothes! he felt a shiver run the entire course of his body. The metal buttons on his jeans were undone and pulled below his hip. he couldn't hear much from within the rubber hood, but he could feel the tension of the jeans around his thighs give way and could feel the tatters of denim fall to his ankles.

SirJay, still wearing rubber gloves, reached down and massaged dk's dick through the threadbare underwear. There was a "snip" and these too were torn from his body. Another shiver shook dk from top to bottom. Again SirJay assaulted every inch of his body sensually rubbing the boy's skin while wearing the rubber gloves. dk felt like he might explode just from the sensory-deprived state he was in. he couldn't talk, move, see, or smell anything but the rich rubber. But he felt every single touch, those touches magnified ten times over by his inability to use any other sense.

dk felt a warm wet towel wiping down his chest, his belly, his groin, and his butt. This wet warmth was followed by a smooth lotion-like substance massaged into those areas. Again he felt a surge in his groin from the physical attention being showed him. Moments later he felt a scraping on his skin. dk finally "did the math" and realized that he was being shaved in those few places he'd managed to grow hair. This was something totally new to him, but he loved every sensation. By the time SirJay reached his groin he was moaning involuntarily into the rubber gag in his mouth.

When SirJay finished the groin area He stepped behind dk, pushing him slightly forward to better expose his buttocks and butthole. Again the scraping continued and dk involuntarily clenched his ass as the blade moved closer and closer to his hole. By now he was breathing rapidly and could feel his dick bouncing in front of him.

SirJay finished the process by taking another wet warm towel and wiping dk clean. There were a few more random scrapes to clean up missed spots. SirJay filled His rubber covered hand with a huge glob of shaving cream and stepped up to dk. With His left hand He cradled the back of the boy's neck and with the mound of shaving cream He slowly began to massage dk's balls and dick.

dk's moans were increasing in intensity and frequency. SirJay knew he was close to cumming and pulled off. The moans turned to screams echoing inside the rubber hood. dk's dick groin was pumping, his dick fucking thin air. When he'd calmed a bit SirJay renewed the assault on his dick. This time the groans were followed by low gutteral grunts and SirJay knew He wouldn't be able to stop this time. He grabbed dk's dick hard and began stroking it fiercely. With a huge scream dk let nearly a week's worth of cum spray high into the air. Several smaller spurts followed and SirJay felt dk slump into his bondage, his head falling forward.

SirJay left dk in this state, grabbed the wet towel nearby and cleaned dk's dick of the cum and shaving cream. He knew the boy would be wanting out of the bondage and out of the hood soon so He worked quickly. He grabbed a stainless steel tube from the pegboard and the locking cockring mechanism that would hold the tube in place. He poured a little lube in the tube and worked it over dk's softening dick. He locked the cockring in place and with one last small padlock he attached the tube to the cockring.

dk was more than aware this his dick and balls were being manipulated but didn't know exactly what was happening. he was in that wonderful bliss of having shot his load, but he also felt the need to have the hood removed. his arms ached stretched to his sides as they'd been for the past couple of hours.

he felt his left arm being released, the cuff removed and felt a sleeve being pulled up his arm. The process was repeated on his right arm, a warm sleeve pulled up this arm as well. In a matter of seconds he felt the back of this garment zipped up behind him and before he could resist, the arms of what had to be a straitjacket were pulled around dk and fastened behind the boy. he was actually wearing his first straitjacket. he felt like he would faint.

SirJay gave the boy a hug in the jacket to reassure him, then returned to the task of tightening various straps along the boy's back. dk reminded himself of the promises of SirJay, and he reminded himself that this was what he really wanted, to experience the joy of wearing a straitjacket, of being totally bound in a leather cocoon.

SirJay released the cuffs holding dk's legs apart and removed dk's tennis shoes. SirJay guided the boy's legs into a pair of leather jeans and pulled them up over dk's butt, tucking the locked cock into the front and zipping and buttoning them up. SirJay took two straps from the front of the straitjacket and fed them through the boy's crotch, buckling them on the backside. dk felt his groin cinched tightly. he would never be able to pull the jacket over his head now. SirJay guided dk to a nearby chair allowing him to sit, then laced a pair of well-worn but highly polished leather boots on to dk.

SirJay pulled dk to his feet, pulled the gag from the boy's mouth, and unlaced and removed the rubber hood. Before dk's eyes had a chance to focus a new hood replaced it. The tangy smell of rubber was replaced with the rich aroma of leather. The new hood had a mouth hole and two small eye holes, so slowly dk's eyes adjusted. SirJay finished the lacing, walked to the pegboard and removed the leather collar He'd placed on dk their first night together. dk could see Him holding it out where the boy could focus on it. And with a touch of ceremony SirJay placed the collar on the boy and locked it in place. Once more to the pegboard and SirJay returned with a chain leash and attached it to the ring on the collar.

He tugged the leash and dk humbly followed the lead of SirJay. He pulled dk in front of a mirror then stepped behind dk so the boy could take a good look at himself. dk was astonished at what he saw. he was covered head to toe in beautiful black leather. he tried to move his arms and saw in the reflection what an absurdly small amount he actually was able to move. The jacket was the simple one that he'd first seen in SirJay's closet. And it fit him like a 2nd skin. he felt his dick try to leap in those beautiful leather jeans and felt a pain unlike any he'd felt. his dick was straining inside that stainless steel tube. And dk loved it. he knew he was at SirJay's mercy and he was comfortable being under His care and control.

SirJay wrapped his arms around dk's chest and leaned into the boy's right ear. "C'mon. We're going out tonight." With that He released the bearhug, gave a yank on the leash and pulled the bewildered dk up the basement stairs.

OINK!

2011-03-26T17:05:00.002-04:00

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Saw this signature on a guy's profile. How fucking cute is that!?

More Macrame

2011-03-26T09:31:00.000-04:00

Some more of my favorite rope bondage harnesses. Was worth every minute of roping, winding, twisting, and knotting.

Eckie aka Bondagfan

2011-03-25T07:48:00.003-04:00

I've not actively promoted my stories in the past, although I did post a few of the chapters from Sir Tom Enterprises at RubberZone, but that was mostly to get some free time on the site. An internet buddy who's active with SeriousMaleBondage saw the writing and we talked a long time about setting up a mutual agreement for the stories to go to their site but nothing came of it. (I would LOVE some free time on their site....LOL)

In any case, a couple days ago, on a lark, I posted the two parts of "Discoveries" at Eckie AKA Bondagfan's website. First time I'd posted there and I thought what the heck, why not. In the first day over 600 people had read the story. Now 48 hours later over 800 people have read with several leaving comments and several sending me e-mails about the story. I was sort of blown away. While I love all 41 of my intrepid followers here I rarely get any feedback and sort of start to wonder if I'm really reaching anybody. Posting at Eckie was a good way to get my head back in the game, so to speak.

Eckie's site is a permanent fixture for me. There are 8 YEARS of stories there, some months only have 2 or 3 submitted, but some months have as many as 10. There are also thousands of pictures of all my favorite perversions here with a wonderful search capacity (Type in 'straitjacket' and you'll get a couple hundred photos to come up. Woof.) and an even better slide-show function.

There are forums, links, and personals.

For Free.

Yes.

For Free.

Eckie is amazing.

Macrame

2011-03-24T09:05:00.003-04:00

A good friend, also a bondage top, gets a wee bit annoyed when I start doing some elaborate rope harness, accusing me of practicing macrame. He can't be bothered. Now, this guy is damn good with a piece of rope. When he's done tying you up, I guarantee you won't get loose and I love this. He'll stretch you every which way and leave you cursing that you ever let him get the first rope on you. But making it pretty? Totally not his thing.

Yesterday I was cruising some guys on ReCon and saw the same word pop out on a guy's profile. "Don't expect macrame from me. No interest in taking a half hour to tie you up pretty." LOL. I fully appreciate their points of view. But, I still love my macrame. It's definitely not a wham-bam activity, but for a quiet time in the dungeon when energy is maybe not so high, it's a great way to achieve low-key intimacy and some pretty great bondageboy headspace. And it makes for pretty pics.

Rope Bondage 101, One Column Tie

2011-03-23T14:30:00.000-04:00

This technique is especially useful for four point bondage. Think four poster bed or St. Andrews Cross or the four corners of a pickup bed or the classic four point stake-out in the desert or, hell, I don't have to tell you all this, do I?

Find the center of the rope make a loop, lay it under the wrist or ankle and pull the long ends through the loop. This is a basic larkshead knot as seen in the first pic.

Keep the loop very loose and pass the long ends around the wrist and through the loop two more times. The rope should be fairly loose around the wrist at this time.

The long ends are then taken individually through the outside three sets of rope laying against the wrist. Pull the long ends tight.

The top side of the wrist is shown in the last pic. There are no crossovers and the rope lies flat against the wrist. A crossover should be avoided as this will cause a pressure point.

More Rope

2011-03-22T14:02:00.005-04:00

Did have a chance to do a little ropework recently. Thankfully I have a very patient hubby and pup. They did find ways to entertain themselves when I ran out of steam and had to lay down. Pup had just gotten his new latex shirt and shorts. Me? I couldn't wait to see him in it and covered in rope. He also purchased a new NastyPig shirt, also enhanced by adding rope!

I'm a Gleek.

2011-03-21T13:08:00.000-04:00

More Music

2011-03-21T09:59:00.000-04:00

Since large does of Vicodin seem to make my dick pretty much useless I've had to forgo great sexual revelations for a bit. In this, hopefully, short recess from sexual romping I've grown fascinated, thanks to YouTube, with tracking down various versions of some of the great songs of our time. I get pretty annoyed with the commentaries that usually follow these performances: "This version is okay, but so-and-so's is so much better." Blech. Covers of some songs by less-than-adequate singers are just watered down versions of the original. But sometimes you realize that new artists have added such depth and a personal vision to the original you can't help but applaud and enjoy.

These four versions (starting with the original by Peggy Lee) are SO different and all four of them I find absolutely stunning.

Rope Bondage 101, Two Column Tie

2011-03-20T11:11:00.010-04:00

I thought I'd share some simple concepts here that I did my best to share at an S/M 101 class held at the Eagle. I'm always amazed at how many people feel just like me about rope: scared, intimidated, overwhelmed. At the same time, once you master a couple of simple techniques you're only limited by your own imagination!

And rope bondage boys are the most patient people I know. They love the feel of rope against their skin, or over their gear, and they'll be happy to communicate to you when something's too tight or too loose (IF you open the lines of communication and encourage them to share these feelings!).

And if you feel a little incompetent, turn the music up a bit to cover your own muttering as you work, and blindfold them early on so they can't see you fumbling with the rope!

This is the simplest and most useful rope bondage technique that everyone should know. This works for all kinds of applications: wrist to wrist, wrist to thigh, thigh to calf, wrist to bicep, and from body "column" to any sort of furniture. Great for blood flow and no nerve damage! Length of rope can be as short as 15 fee,t or longer if you intend to tie off the hands elsewhere.

The wrist tie above involves a folded rope wound a couple of times around the wrists. The rope is then crossed, splitting the two columns, and wound a couple of times before tying the simple knot on the back side away from the fingers. Stick a finger down by the inside of the wrists. One finger should fit--you'll have good blood flow. If you can fit two or more fingers here wind the rope a little tighter or your "victim" will get loose!

In these examples using thigh to calf and forearm to bicep the rope is single strand, wound four or five times, then the crossover and wound just once, ending with a simple knot.

For some simple, well-done videos of this technique try going to YouTube and looking for Knotty Boys or try out the website for TwistedMonk.

Finally! A Sport I Like!

2011-03-17T17:29:00.000-04:00

Music

2011-03-17T10:33:00.001-04:00

Never, NEVER fails to make me feel better.
Enjoy.

Discoveries, Part II

2011-03-14T06:27:00.002-04:00

As promised! Part II of the sex monster's latest sickness. Enjoy!

Discoveries, Part II

"So?" They were sitting on the edge of the bondage bed sharing a bottle of water SirJay had gotten them. "What you expected?"

dk hadn't said a word since his orgasm. he didn't know how to put his feelings into words. he was so grateful to SirJay for His kindness and His patience, but he also felt guilt; not the guilt of having had a sexual experience, but the guilt that he had done nothing but "take" in this time together. He "owed" SirJay. What, he didn't know. A blowjob? Bootlicking? he realized he was clueless in figuring out how to settle his debt to SirJay.

SirJay nudged him. "It's almost 10:00. You'd better call your friend. I've gotta run upstairs and let the dogs in for the night. I'll be back in a few minutes."

dk pulled his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans and dialed Keith. Again, no answer but he left the message that all was fine and even let Keith know that he'd had a really good time and would talk to him tomorrow. he could hear SirJay walking around upstairs and thought he should join him so headed over to the stairs leading to the living room. When he got to the bottom of the staircase he realized that there was a second room off to the other side of the basement almost as large as the room in which they'd spent their time that evening.

A series of track lights shone on racks and racks of clothing. Almost all of it was black and shiny. There were probably a dozen leather shirts, another dozen pairs of leather jeans, jumpsuits, uniforms, jackets, and an almost identical number of all these items in beautiful shiny latex and rubber. Along the floor were countless pairs of boots in varying heights, highly polished and glimmering under the track lights.

Without even thinking about it dk wandered into this room and began to touch each item feeling a thrill as he touched them, feeling a hunger to try them all on, a deeper hunger to see each of them on SirJay. He crouched by some leather boots that must have gone all the way to SirJay's crotch and imagined himself on all fours licking them clean as his service to SirJay. It was intoxicating.

dk stood and continued his way around the room. In the back corner he saw the one set of items that scared him the most. It was SirJay's collection of straitjackets. He recognized each and every one of the six leather jackets, having studied them countless times in SirJay's pics. Like SirJay they were even more handsome in person. he reached out to touch the first jacket, a simple one with just a few straps dangling.

"I see you found my favorite fetish!" he hadn't heard SirJay come back down and stumbled a step back. he could feel the heat on his cheeks. "Want to try one on?"

"No, Sir, I was just looking. They're beautiful."

SirJay stepped past him and pulled the jacket from its wooden hanger. "Much more beautiful when worn than just hanging here." He gave the jacket a little shake to get the belts to hang freely then reversed it so that it was held open in front of dk. dk began to shake a bit and crossed his arms in front of himself, trying to dispel a chill that was taking over his body. SirJay dropped the jacket on a sturdy chair that sat in the middle of the dressing room and came over and give dk a reassuring hug. "Too much?"

"Yes, Sir." he began to calm a bit with those huge hairy arms around him. "I'm sorry, Sir."

"Sorry? Nah. Fuck that. No 'sorry' necessary. A straitjacket is a pretty intense piece for a newbie. Takes a shitload of trust to give up that much control. No worries. None at all."

dk felt the chill leaving him and wanted to kick himself for being such a chicken. he may have missed his chance to try the one huge bondage fetish that truly intrigued him. SirJay let him go and retrieved the jacket from the chair, carefully rehanging it in its spot on the rack.

"Tell me more, Sir, about the feeling?"

SirJay turned back to him, a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his face. "There is nothing like being strapped into a straitjacket. Nothing. It slides on so easily, and as the first few straps are tightened you feel that wonderful apprehension and excitement fill you. If it fits right it's almost comforting to feel enclosed and covered. You feel in some ways like you're protected."

SirJay turned back to the rack and pulled down an extremely elaborate jacket. This one had twice as many straps as any of the others as well as attached locking chastity shorts. SirJay handed it to dk. "Feel how heavy this is. That weight on you is bondage in itself. But as each and every strap is tightened you slowly come to realize that every single percentage of your control is being taken away. Each strap can be locked in place thereby enhancing the total experience. It's...." SirJay's voice trailed off and He took a deep breath.

dk realized that SirJay was describing His own feelings, His own love of the jacket. dk could also see SirJay's erection beneath the leather jeans.

"Show me."

"Are you sure? You really want to try the jacket on, boy?"

"No, Sir. I want to see You in the jacket, Sir."

SirJay gave dk a puzzled look. "Really? Will that help? What the fuck! Sure! Why not! We all start somewhere and if you see how it works from the 'outside' you'll probably have a lot less fear being on the 'inside.'"

SirJay kicked off his boots, removed his leather jeans, and stripped off his t-shirt. His naked hairy body was just slightly damp from sweat. His semi-hard dick and hairy balls were mesmerizing. dk felt an urge to drop to his knees and lick the entire surface. But he held the jacket before him, copying SirJay's gesture, inviting SirJay to step in.

SirJay explained things to dk as he stepped forward. "This jacket was actually built for me back when I was your age. Back when I was a 'boy' like you. The attached shorts are cruel to say the least, as the jacket-wearer has to put his cock inside the restraining pouch." He laughed. "Many a time I tried to hump the frigging floor while wearing this jacket."

He stepped inside the shorts first, adjusting his cock and balls inside the locking pouch. dk pulled the zippers up on the pouch and held the rest of the jacket open for SirJay to enter. SirJay obliged by puttingHhis arms deep inside the sleeves. "This is really when you feel the first 'tingle', the first 'threat' that you've given up a good chunk of control."

"At this point you pull the jacket up over the shoulders and zip the long zipper from just behind My nuts to the top of My neck." dk did just that. At the top of the neck he snapped the collar shut.

"It should be fairly clear how the straps go from here. There's a series of six straps that get buckled across the back. Each one can be locked, although trust Me, by now the 'victim' couldn't undo the straps if he wanted to." dk started buckling the straps quickly. "Slow down, son! This is half the fun. Let the guy inside the jacket feel the slow pulling of the straps and the slow loss of control. It's like a seductive strip-tease but in reverse." dk slowed down as instructed and heard what he thought was a little grunt from SirJay.

"Not so bad, eh? The next belt is the one of the best. This wide one around the waist can be cinched very tight. And with the multiple D-rings on it the belt becomes a nice anchor spot for other possibilities." dk worked quietly and with a heavy hand to cinch this belt as tightly as his young muscles would allow.

SirJay took a deep breath, or as deep as He could and admired dk's work. "The last step is the critical one. With this jacket you lace the arms through a loop up front and another on each side, then pull the straps to the back where they buckle together. THIS is what makes it a real straitjacket ride. Your arms cross in front, hugging yourself, and there is a moment of clarity where you realize you are truly fucked. You are not getting free until someone lets you free. Period."

dk came around to the front and did just as he'd been instructed, again not in haste but with slow precision. SirJay seemed to be watching almost in a tutorial fashion, making sure dk understood his instructions, but dk could also see that SirJay was becoming more and more aroused, his voice becoming thicker and thicker. he walked behind SirJay and quite efficiently did the last strap effectively trapping SirJay's arms in the self-hug of a heavy leather straitjacket.

"Well done! See! Not so bad. Not so scary. And trust me, the feeling is unlike any other." SirJay chuckled. "I'd forgotten how well this straitjacket fit Me. And you know from the pics there's a hood that attaches. And titflaps. And DAMN! Okay, kiddo, time to let Me out, and let's see if you're ready to give it a try." SirJay gave a little shiver and turned around to give a big grin in dk's direction. But dk was gone.

Seconds later the boy returned holding the very hood He had described. he had several other items dangling from his right hand, and his left hand held a fistful of padlocks. SirJay had a twinkle in His eyes, and another groan escaped involuntarily. Before SirJay could protest dk gave him a little shove and SirJay landed on his butt in the sturdy chair. dk quickly took two short leather straps and attached SirJay's biceps to the back of the chair.

"Fuck, son. God! Yes!"

From inside the hood dk pulled a locking ballgag which he quickly shoved inside SirJay's mouth, pulling it tight and locking it in place. And one by one, as slowly as SirJay had taught him, he padlocked each and every strap and zipper on the jacket.

Finally he took the hood that he knew from the pics would attach to the jacket and slid it over SirJay's head. It was a loose but thick leather hood with two grommets at the nostrils for breathing. dk zipped it shut. Six more padlocks attached the collar of the hood to the collar of the straitjacket. Each 'click' of the locks brought more groans from SirJay, more bucking of His hips as He tried to stimulate His own cock inside the chastity pouch.

Slowly dk ran his hands over the leather covered Man. SirJay was beginning to sink further into the chair. And dk proceeded to give back to this Man what he felt he owed Him. For the next hour dk used only his tongue, starting at the toes of the furry beast, licking Him, savoring Him, devouring Him.

he nuzzled into the thick leather crotch. he found the titflaps and buried his face in the Man's chest, licking and nibbling the nubs. he licked every inch of the leather covered Man he could reach.

Using a key he'd brought with him he unlocked the two padlocks holding the chastity pouch of the shorts. And he licked this beautiful Man's cock for all he was worth. SirJay began to buck in the chair, moaning inside the leather hood. Slowly dk lowered his mouth on to SirJay's beautiful cock and almost as quickly as dk himself had cum, SirJay shot his load in dk's mouth. dk could hear SirJay breathing hard above him but he kept his mouth tight on the cock, not letting a drop escape or go to waste. he was rewarded with several more spurts of hot cum.

dk swallowed the cum and slowly came off SirJay's cock. Above him SirJay's head hung heavy on his chest, clearly spent, clearly exhausted.

dk just sat back and admired this beautiful picture. he felt better than when he himself had cum.

it was a slow process undoing all the locks and straps and with each bit of freedom returned to SirJay dk wondered if he had overstepped the boundaries of boy/sub and Sir/Top. Even after he had removed the ballgag from SirJay there was no comment from Him.

As the last strap was undone and SirJay stepped from the chastity shorts, He took the jacket and placed it on the back of the chair. He turned toward dk and took the two short steps to him. His right hand reached up to the collar still locked on dk's neck. SirJay pulled the boy close to him and gave him a huge hug, whispering in his ear, "Yup. You definitely belong here. And it's definitely time you tried on a straitjacket, my boy!"

Discoveries, Part I

2011-03-13T18:14:00.005-04:00

I'm tired of laying on the sofa. It's been a month since I re-injured my back and nothing much seems to be helping. I've read enough books and even watched some bad TV on the internet, but somewhere in my silly little head the sex monster is still lurking. I guess that's a good sign. So sex monster decided to have another go at fiction. Hope you enjoy.

Discoveries, Part I

dk was always a bit nervous when he signed on to the chats. he wasn't particularly good at it for starters. he fumbled for the right words, felt like he sounded stupid and green, and he feared letting his real feelings and desires come through this impersonal forum. But he headed here when he felt the urges growing inside him, looking for some sort of connection to men he could trust and learn from.

One man always put him at ease, though: SirJay. Somehow their chats seemed to cut through some of the bullshit. SirJay was patient with him, seemed genuinely curious in his fears and limits, wasn't pushing him for some immediate pick-up, and when SirJay described some of His own adventures dk found himself drawn closer to the man. dk had checked around and found that SirJay was greatly respected in the local community as a no-nonsense, genuine, caring, funny, and creative Top. All of dk's friends encouraged him to give SirJay a try if the opportunity came up.

dk had looked at every single picture of SirJay's at his profile site. Actually he'd looked multiple times and whacked off to those pictures multiple times as well. One gallery in particular, "Straitjackets," made his head spin, his dick hard, his breathing short, and scared the snot out of him. he'd never told SirJay, but his greatest desire and his greatest fear related to someday having an opportunity to wear one of those beautiful leather straitjackets.

It was yet another lonely Friday night for dk when a request for a private chat from SirJay popped on the screen. dk clicked "ok." A message appeared:

--Good evening, dk!
--Good evening, Sir! Many thanks for the chat request. It really pleases me that you take the time to chat with me, Sir.
--That's very kind of you, boy. I enjoy it or I wouldn't do it! So what's up with you tonight?
--The same. Horny. LOL.
--Same here. As always. Feel like doing something about it?

dk gulped. his groin was already on fire. SirJay frequently hinted at him coming over and dk had very carefully avoided it, never insulting, and always letting SirJay know how flattered he was by the invites. Tonight the fire was raging very strong. he closed his eyes, typed, and hit "enter."

--yes, Sir.

there was a long pause and no reply. dk was about to pass out, wondering what he'd done wrong, holding his breath, wishing that he'd never sent that blasted message.

--I am so pleased, dk. I know how much courage it took for you to say that. I also know, lol, just how horny you must be! So I'm gonna make this as easy as possible. No big bullshit, no Master/slave protocols, but also no time to sit around and think. I'll send address and map to your e-mail. Come over now. Don't think about it. Don't second guess. Just do it. And here's my promise: we don't have to do a damn thing if you decide you don't want to. We can have a beer and take more time to get to know each other. Nothing more. Or we can explore a little bondage if you want. Nothing more. You'll know what's right when you get here. And I promise to listen to you. And respect. Yes? Let a friend know you're coming over here. Tell your friend you'll call at 10:00 to let him know you're okay. It's safer that way. And I won't be offended.

dk read the instant message three times. his email announced an incoming message. It was the map and address as promised.

--i'm on my way, Sir.

--good boy. you won't regret it.

dk printed the map, did a quick check in the mirror, brushed his teeth, grabbed his leather jacket, keys, phone and headed out. On the way over he called his friend Keith and left a message where he was headed and to expect a call from him at 10:00. he was sort of glad Keith hadn't answered. he was so nervous and really didn't want to talk. he knew he just needed to act on the impulse and take "the big step."

It took little time to find SirJay's house. It was a quiet middle-class neighborhood with simple bungalows lining the street. He parked outside the address given to him, took one big breath, and went to the front door. dk knew it was now or never. he had to address his fears and desires; he wanted this too badly to not just do it.

dk knocked and the door opened almost immediately. he damn near swooned when he saw SirJay for the first time in person. SirJay was so much better looking in person: a big man, a big smile, big hairy arms, dressed in leather jeans, leather boots, and a simple black t-shirt. He stretched his hand out to shake with dk, then pulled him into His arms giving him a warm, strong hug. One hand reached up to cup the back of dk's neck, reassuring, comforting, and causing dk's dick to strain in his blue jeans.

"Come on in! Or we'll have to get naked here and do it on the porch, kiddo!" His laugh was robust and warm. dk damn near melted.

SirJay pulled him into the living room shutting the door behind them and guided dk to sit next to him on a leather sofa dominating the small living room. dk took in his surroundings and saw a comfortable, tasteful home filled with quality furniture and some intriguing art. he hadn't really known what to expect, although he had wondered if the house would be totally given over to SirJay's dungeon needs.

SirJay watched dk's eyes take in everything, finally settling back on SirJay himself.

"Disappointed? Hoping there'd be a St. Andrews cross in here instead? Or a bed of nails? Or 5 boys locked in cages?" SirJay's eyes twinkled.

"No, Sir." he gulped. "Well, maybe, Sir."

SirJay laughed again, so freely. dk didn't feel that SirJay was making fun of him, but, as before, the laughter put him at ease, making him realize that most of his fears were baseless.

"All the gear, toys, clothing, furniture are in the basement. It's why I bought this house. I drove my real estate agent a bit crazy because every time she showed me a house the first thing I looked at was the basement."

dk smiled. he'd seen all the pics that SirJay had but didn't realize until now that they were taken in a basement setting.

"You wanna see? Get the 'full' tour, so to speak?" Without giving dk a chance to respond he pulled him to his feet and guided him to a door tucked in an alcove near the front door. SirJay pulled a key from His pocket and unlocked 3 deadbolts holding the door shut. "I've got thousands invested down here," he said "and I don't really give a good fuck if somebody wants to break in and steal the TV, but there's no way they're getting My gear!"

He flicked on a light and let dk step in front of him. dk slowly descended the stairs with SirJay following, his hands resting lightly on dk's shoulders. It was the smell that hit him first. There was a mixture of heavy, musty leather, ripe latex and rubber, old cum. sweat, and hormones. dk took deliberate deep breaths, each one helping him to relax and grow even hornier.

At the bottom of the stairs SirJay nudged him to turn right. dk was awestruck. Here was all the equipment he'd seen in all the pictures. A bondage bed, a hanging cage, the St. Andrews cross, a bondage chair, a barbers chair with multiple straps. It went on and on. dk began to quiver and could feel his knees getting weak.

SirJay wrapped His beefy arms gently around dk's chest, standing behind him, and just whispered in his ear. "Too much, too soon, I know, but there's no easy way to show you just one thing at a time. And I won't use any of it, unless you tell Me you want to, that you're ready to try it."

dk felt stronger and was getting his breath back. "It's beautiful, Sir. And overwhelming."

SirJay laughed again and pulled dk toward the left wall. There were pegboards covered with every bondage device imaginable. dk wasn't even sure what some of the items were for. his eyes danced over the straps and cuffs and hoods and gags. "Anything in particular catch your eye, boy?" dk couldn't answer. he was intrigued by it all and afraid of most of it. SirJay pulled a simple black leather collar from the pegboard and held it out to dk. "Here. Just this. Feel it." dk took it in his trembling hands, felt how soft the leather was, saw the locking buckle, and felt the urge in himself to wear it. SirJay took it back from him, stepped behind him and placed the collar on dk, pulling the leather strap through the buckle firmly, but not too tight. He reached to the pegboard and pulled down a small padlock, inserting the hasp through the locking mechanism and clicking it shut.

dk turned around to face SirJay and buried his face in the Man's chest. "You've never really done this, have you, son."

"No, Sir."

"Well, welcome to my world. I'm pretty sure you belong here."

For the next hour SirJay and dk played. And truly it was like play. No sexual pressure. SirJay showed him how each piece of equipment worked, allowed dk to try on various items like wrist cuffs, blindfolds, gags. dk even got the nerve to try on one of the leather hoods. As SirJay laced it on him dk could feel his dick growing very hard and he started to get very short of breath again. This time, however, SirJay didn't back off, finishing the lacing then attaching a blindfold to the hood. SirJay didn't insert the gag that went with the hood. He knew it would be too much too soon for the boy.

SirJay quickly placed locking cuffs on the boy's wrists and attached them to nearby poles leaving dk stretched completely out. He undid the waist of the boy's jeans, unzipped them, and started to stroke the dripping boycock. In a matter of seconds dk quivered throughout his body and shot a huge load. he was gasping for air as SirJay continued to slowly stroke several smaller loads from the boy.

SirJay carefully removed the hood and the wrist cuffs, leaving the locked collar in place and held the boy in a tight hug. "Yup. I'm pretty sure you belong here."

Part II tomorrow. I promise!

From Eartha Kitt's Mouth to Divine's Ears

2011-03-05T09:50:00.001-05:00

In 1989 Jonathan Hellyer became lead singer for Bronski Beat, and the band extensively toured the U.S. and Europe with back-up vocalist Annie Conway and had one minor hit with the song "Cha Cha Heels", a one-off collaboration sung by American actress and singer Eartha Kitt. The song was originally written for movie and recording star Divine, who was unable to record the song before his death in 1988. (From Wikipedia)

An Update

2011-02-26T10:52:00.003-05:00

It's been a while since I seriously blogged, so I thought I'd take the time to fill you in on what's been going on.

Saturday, February 12th, my back went to hell in a handbasket. After 20 months of dealing with these damn herniated discs they decided to attack me with a vengeance at 2:00 in the morning while working down in Savannah. After three hours of torment I was finally able to drive myself to the emergency room. A few phone calls to find a replacement for the rest of my work that weekend and I managed to drive myself home. Since that day I've spent exactly 2 solid weeks flat on my back sucking down big drugs awaiting an epidural filled with sweet juice to bring me back to reality. The 2:00 and 3:00 a.m. spasms every single night have been especially fun.

Somehow in the midst of all this I managed to actually travel to the doctor's office for the initial evaluation, and thanks be to modern pharmaceuticals I was able to teach a class on rope bondage this past Wednesday evening for over forty people. When you add a good dose of public speaking adrenalin to several doses of Vicodin and Ibuprofen it's amazing what you can fake your way through!

I know I'm my own worst critic. But I babbled for the first 10 minutes wondering if the drugs would click in, or if maybe the drugs HAD started working and that's why I was babbling. But I sometimes do smart things: Like handing out 15 pieces of rope to the "students" and letting them tie up a neighbor using some of my examples. They had a blast, and that feedback really made the hour fly by.

The one-on-one conversations I had were really inspiring. The class attracts a few heterosexuals as well as tons of gay men. The two heterosexual couples were especially nice, friendly, and super enthusiastic.

I was talking with SirHugo, a straight top, and his enthusiasm for rope bondage was overwhelming. He used to be a pure sadist but has grown very fond of bondage as well. I talked about taking two hours to tie someone up in an elaborate harness. His response was a little shock, "I'm not sure I'd like that." He looked over his shoulder at his female sub. "How 'bout you? Two hours of rope bondage? That interest you?" Her eyes rolled back in her head, she was out of breath almost instantaneously, and said, "Oh my god, yes."

LOL. So now I'm anxious to teach again. I really had forgotten what a natural high it is. And I was reminded dozens of times over the evening how important this education is. Hands-on, careful, educated, thoughtful, caring, safe instruction is critical to bringing along the whole new batch of pervs in this world! LONG LIVE PERVS!

Sex makes me happy. BDSM sex makes me very happy. Knowing others are practicing hot and heavy and safe BDSM sex makes me happy.

Lots of Vicodin makes me happy. Ooops. (BTW! Since I've gotten the epidural I haven't had to gobble drugs. It is SO nice to have a clear head again.)

Y'all take care. And thanks for the good thoughts throughout this. I'm almost ready to head back to the dungeon!

For bootbrush, the World's 2nd Best Pup.

2011-02-20T10:37:00.002-05:00

Sorry for the 2nd place status, but given I have this incredible pup here in Atlanta, what can I say?

Posting one of my favorite songs for you, mostly because my jealousy of your upcoming trip to Amsterdam has turned me bright shades of green.

There are two incredible places in this world that I would gladly sacrifice a nut to be able to live there: San Francisco and Amsterdam. My soul belongs in one or the other, and when I win the lottery, both.

For the rest of you: If you haven't read bootbrush's blog, SHAME ON YOU! Look to the right, click on the link and start reading! Nobody I know has given so much insight into our world, and besides, he's a hot little fucker in and out of rubber!

Can you say, "FURIOUS"???

2011-02-19T09:34:00.002-05:00

Hubby received an e-mail from gay.com with the following subject line: Vote for the Hottest Guy of the It Gets Better series. I almost went ballistic.

See http://daily.gay.com/lifestyle/2011/02/vote-hottest-guys-of-the-it-gets-better-series.html for the article. (Thankfully I'm not alone in raking gay.com over the coals for this bullshit.)

Now, a little background first. I wrenched my back a week ago, reinjuring my two herniated discs, and have been pretty much sofa-bound since last Saturday when I somehow managed to drive home in a delirious state from Savannah. Between the pain-killers and muscle-relaxants I've been pretty much a lump of general pain. But this ridiculous promo snapped me out of the self-induced coma pretty quickly.

"What the FUCK! That is just WRONG." My screaming certainly put hubby on alert.

Author Joe Thompson offers some lame excuses about trying to return our focus to the real point of IGB, like people making jokes at parties about the project (Jesus H!, what kind of parties is he going to???? and why does he not smack these people and call them on the carpet for such stupid remarks???), and he thinks that voting for the hottest man is going to do this? How about asking us to view some of the over-looked videos? How about taking to task people who have turned this into self-promotion? Nope. Let's VOTE for the hottest man to make a video. Is he fucking insane?

THIS! This is exactly what makes me sick about the gay community: shallow, always sexual, vapid, narcissistic bullshit. Really nice message for the fat kid from Iowa. (um, that would be me 35 years ago). "Only the hot ones should avoid suicide. You fat kids? Go ahead and do it." "Oh, and lesbians? Puleazzze!"

IGB was one of the few really positive projects I've seen in a long time with a very specific goal to help young people struggling with their sexuality. I can attest, It DOES get better. Even fat kids from Iowa can have fulfilling lives, where dreams come true, where you have passionate sex, where you learn to love yourself and others. And you don't have to be "hot" to do it.

And to anybody who even thought for a minute that making a little video for the IGB project was a way to project their "hotness?" Shame on you. But you know what? I don't think these guys were thinking that. Like me, they were generally sickened that a young man or woman would commit suicide because of their sexuality. And they hoped to stop the next young person from taking that step.

Rant over. I feel better.

A Perfect Day

2011-01-30T00:29:00.009-05:00

Friday I got called and asked to help out over the weekend for a work assignment. It would have meant dropping all my plans and packing quickly and hitting the road either Friday night or very early Saturday morning. It was a great pleasure to tell them "no." In no uncertain terms. A big fat "NO", in fact.

Work is taking me on the road for almost 7 weeks starting this Monday. And they thought I would give up my last two days of freedom? Yeah. Right.

Besides the weekend plans were special. Finally a day with the pup. A full day. And hubby at my side. And lots of bondage. And a visit to the "fetish flea market." And sports fetish night at the Eagle. Hmmm. Work? or all of this? Hmmmm. I think that's how they define a "New York second." That decision was an easy one.

So the day progressed as followed:

Slept late. Okay. Late for me is 8:00.
Chatted with the pup confirming plans.
Chatted with hubby confirming plans.
Caught up on e-mails and Recon messages.
Got some prep done in the dungeon.
Pup arrives.
Collaring.
And off to the flea market we three go.

The room was filled with some of the very best energy I've seen in a long time. We tried on things, we swung things, we locked things, we smelled things. All the time the vendors were so cool, so fun, and so upbeat. And we made some new purchases: a new collar for Loki, some new cross-hatch tit clamps for hubby, and two new floggers for me! A wonderful matched set of moose-hide floggers. Very buttery in feel. Almost no sting. My goal is to learn to be the most beautiful Florentine flogger on the face of the earth. LOL. Okay, so I really just don't wanna poke my own eye out.

Back to the schedule:

Late lunch at a really cool place in Decatur (ALL sorts of London and Amsterdam memories came flooding back being there.)
Back to the loft and big bondage scene for the pup.
Naptime (damn those boys were so cute cuddling in the bed)
More playtime.
Showers.
Dinner
Donning the Sportsgear
Off to the Eagle where we met new men, reconnected with some we hadn't seen for a while, and enjoyed the whole thing immensely.

Exhaustion.

I'm a very lucky man and I know it. I really do treasure the relationships in my life. And the fact that they accept each other so completely just makes it that much richer.

I was supposed to trade this in for a couple days of work? Do I look like an idiot? Don't answer that.

Holy Cow!

2011-01-29T11:59:00.001-05:00

I don't usually post Xtube stuff on the blog. But this is so beautiful.

(here's the direct link if the box below doesn't work: http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=KymCW-S147- )

What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

2011-01-27T06:08:00.005-05:00

Okay, I admit it. I'm a sucker for pups and their pure innocence. And simple requests.

"Would you please teach a class for the local S&M 101 course?"

"Sure. Why not? It's very kind of you to ask."

Who knew it would lead to sleepless nights?

I used to make my living teaching, 16 years of teaching a variety of theatre topics from beginning classes to 200 freshman to graduate level courses and seminars. In the next phase of my life I was teaching several times weekly in an attempt to build hubby's and my business. Educated clients made for more dedicated clients.

Over and over I was told what a good teacher I was. This brings a smile to my face even as I write this because in my heart I know I was very good at "slight of hand" teaching, putting on a good show, sneaking in the material between good laughs, good stories, and well-organized examples. And handouts! I was the queen of handouts! I always knew I wasn't the absolute expert, but I pushed myself to know the material and to share it in memorable ways.

For the past few years I haven't been teaching at all. Sometimes I miss it. Sometimes not so much. Listening to Obama's State of the Union Address and his lip service to teaching as an admirable profession, and our need for qualified educators sent a zing to my heart, but I also know the realities. Teachers are horribly underpaid, at least I always believed that I was. Financial support for education is horrendous. We were no longer "cutting to the bone;" we were amputating complete limbs. There is constant pressure to stay current in your field. And over and over again I saw the "raw material" I was presented in the incoming freshman field was weaker and less prepared than ever before. It was a discouraging situation and I found little joy in it after 16 years.

So, fast forward a few years and here I am, losing sleep over a 1 hour course for maybe 20 people on the simple topic of beginning rope bondage. Okay, that, in itself, is absurd. Rope bondage in an hour? I've been studying it pretty seriously for three years and don't feel like I've scratched the surface. But then I wasn't asked to do an inverted suspension with capacities for twirling somersaults with fireworks shooting out the ass.

My mantra has to be KISS.

Keep it simple, stupid.

1, 2, 3.

That's it. No more.

Three simple topics.

1. Safety

2. Tools

3. A couple of simple, easy binding techniques, easily duplicated, easily transferred to multiple parts of the body, or used to bind body parts to an object or piece of furniture.

I know this much. You should never teach what you don't love. So at least I'm on a good footing here.

I love rope bondage. I passionately love rope bondage. And if I keep reminding myself of that this will turn out to be a fun night. And maybe I'll get some sleep.

For more information go to the Atlanta S&M Solidarity web page. Surprise me. Show up for the class. I promise to have a nice handout.

LOL LOL LOL

2011-01-13T20:53:00.001-05:00

Be sure to watch the "outtakes" as well!

Day Four of The End of the World

2011-01-13T05:00:00.000-05:00

Okay, so we're just iced in. But I'm sure some neo-conservative poophead is linking the dead birds in Arkansas to the ice in Atlanta. All I know is I'm getting a little whacko. I've eaten too much, cleaned house too much, X-tubed too much, and generally thought about sex 19 1/2 hours a day. (A heterosexual female friend has been reduced to reading some non-fiction book about the wool trade in the 16th century. Now really! How low can you go?)

Here are some of the outcomes of being stranded:

1. The ceiling fans are clean.
2. We're rationing dried cranberries for the oatmeal.
3. I don't want another bowl of soup for the rest of my life.
4. Warming hubby's butt with a good paddling just before bedtime is extremely helpful in warming the sheets before I get in.
5. There are now 250 men in Atlanta on Recon 24/7 versus the 138 that usually sign in. They all seem friendlier and hornier.
6. Men on Recon are asking how close we live to them and is it possible to walk here.
7. Neighbors are stopping by to try on chastity devices.
8. I'm regretting not having a TV.
9. No mail delivery = no bills to pay.
10. Thank the gods we have plenty of coffee, cuz the pot has been going non-stop since Sunday night.

Oh, and we still found time to play a bit today!

When Cabin Fever Strikes

2011-01-12T06:58:00.003-05:00

We're in Day THREE of Snowpocolypse in Atlanta. We've scoured the kitchen, power-washed the bathroom. Today it will be ceiling fans and the storage room that get tackled. Rubbering up helps with all this cleaning. Last night hubby served dinner rubbered and chained. I damn near split a gut when he finally gave up on the fork and just plunged his face into the crawfish pie. I swear to god I heard him go "oink." At least he was fully prepared to wash dishes without getting dishpan hands!

More Inspiration

2011-01-11T09:16:00.003-05:00

I would be happy to build this box, but I just don't know any football players who would get in it. By the way, is it just me or does this guy need some shoulder pads and a helmet?

Inspiration

2011-01-11T07:15:00.000-05:00

I think this is just gorgeous. But DAMN, I don't know anybody who can take this! Kudos to this guy!

All Snowed In

2011-01-10T11:31:00.003-05:00

Guess we'll have to think of something else to do.

Safe Journey JB

2011-01-05T20:41:00.003-05:00

Several blogs have reported the passing of James Bond, the incredible photographer, kinkster, bondage Top, and gracious man who I have idolized since the day I saw my first black and white copy of Bound & Gagged magazine sitting on a shelf in a grocery store in New Orleans.

Seeing that vivid imagery was a confirmation to me: Somebody else had the same kinks as me! And was acting on them! And enjoying every minute of it!

I felt every bit "released" as women burning bras, as slaves being freed from shackles. To know that someone else was turned on by divers and neoprene and rope and straitjackets and rubber and hoods and gags. I truly had thought I was headed for the looney bin because of all those urges and needs. And I gasped when I saw there was at least one other man like me.

Last year I saw a pic of JB's on Eckie's site. It was stunning (as always) and I fired off a comment of "I would give my left nut to be the boy in that pic." He sent a message back, very simply, "When?"

That started our e-mailing back and forth and our plans for him to visit Atlanta last May, a birthday present to myself. I would finally get to be at the mercy of the great JB. In return I was already planning some mighty fine bondage for him! It didn't come to be. Finances, as I understand it, were always tight for JB and it just wasn't possible to make the trip at that time. But we kept planning. 2011 was gonna be the year.

Of course grief is a very selfish thing. "Woe is me!" But truly I hurt for his family and close friends. Find peace in your hearts. You were lucky to know this fine man.

And this is the weirdest double whammy which started off 2011.

Last night hubby and I are sitting here having just finished dinner. Phone rings. A neighbor calling from, not here, but the condo we own and have leased out. Seems no one has seen the tenant for a few weeks. The car is still there. Storm door is locked from the inside (with no outside keyhole). This doesn't sound good.

So we hop in the car and drive over there. On the way I tell hubby "I hope for all kinds of things, but I expect we may find a dead body."

When we get there, indeed the storm door is locked and no other entrance available. I call 911. 35 very cold and nerve-wracking minutes later a policewoman finally arrives. She tells us she can't break in since there's no sign of imminent danger. So we jimmy the lock, use our key to unlock the deadbolt, and sure enough we see the worst. Now we're dealing with ambulances, fire trucks, and an hour later the Medical Examiner: "Natural causes," meaning anything from heart attack to stroke to diabetic coma.

We didn't know the tenant well. He was a nice guy. 63 years young. All the neighbors liked him a lot. He was late on the rent every month. We let it slide. He was haggling with Social Security, had medical bills from prostate surgery. We were just grateful to have someone who appreciated the space and took good care of it.

But what struck me so hard was he had been lying there on the kitchen floor for three weeks. During the holidays? No one asked where he was on Christmas Day for dinner? No one wondered where he was for the New Year's football games.? It really broke my heart. Hubby and I spent a lot of time talking last night and again this morning. I think he gave me the best hug of my entire life last night.

My lesbian dentist, of all people, asked me yesterday if I had any New Years resolutions. I think she was hinting that I needed to floss more often. I mumbled around the poking and prodding and scraping tools, "nope." I do now.

I'm grabbing life with both fists. I'm pulling my friends much closer to me. I am SEIZING my opportunities like there is no tomorrow.

And when I go, and someday I will have to, I hope my friends say "Maybe 99% on that electric buttplug was a little high for somebody who just turned 96 years old."

2010. What a year!

2010-12-28T08:28:00.001-05:00

I'm out of town for the rest of the year for work, but I wanted to be sure to post a blog entry sincerely reflecting on what has been the most incredible year of my life.

Despite some serious troubles with my back, two herniated discs and major sciatica, I've been happier and more fulfilled as a person than ever before. Somehow, at the ripe old age of 53 I realized that I wanted my life to be about all I could accomplish outside of work, rather than by work alone. Work has become a dead-end street; life and love and kink are paths in front of me that are endless and magical. I've started to measure life by smiles and hard-on's and thank you's rather than dollars and promotions. To quote some holiday schmaltz, "I feel like I'm the richest man in the world."

I've spent most of my life pouring myself into work, while this incredible man, my hubby, at my side has patiently awaited my emergence from a self-spun chrysalis. I really wonder if he knew something I didn't. One time, just once, he almost gave up on me. I think you can understand how grateful I am he didn't.

And I've watched hubby turn into the first-class full-blown pervert I always hoped he would be. Some switch finally went off deep down in his soul and now he craves what I crave: bondage, leather, rubber, gags, hoods, CBT, TT, paddling, flogging, and more and more and more. And I love him with all my heart. More today than ever before. And NOT just because he's a pervert, but because he's my anchor, my protector, my nurse, my bathroom scrubber, my chef, MY pervert, my everything.

And I met the most wonderful pup in the world. ~loki makes me really work at what I do. It's always a labor of love. I want to protect this pup with all my heart. Watching him grow in our kink/perv/BDSM world is such a pleasure, I can't begin to tell you. One little wag of that tail and my heart soars.

And Rick? Shitfuck. Nobody better. He lives his life with gusto, enters the dungeon raring to go, has incredible imagination, and makes you feel like a million bucks.

MasterRob & slavephillipe? Probably don't know how much they helped open doors in my life. And they are the epitome of loving and caring and bonding and kink. Not to mention food that makes you weak at the knees.

Michael and Tim? It's good to be a part of your lives. Always. Always. I will never be able to hear "The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia" without thinking of you.

And Mike? The most complex of all. I cannot wait to see how our friendship continues to grow. I really thought I was kinky until I met you. Smooch.

And I made many other friends, really wonderful men with perversions as wide as the Mississippi and as deep as the Grand Canyon, men who sometimes make me so angry with myself for not reaching out much sooner. The richness of their lives is so amazing. T, B, R, J, B, H, .... I hope we find ways to grow closer in 2011.

I raise a toast to all of you. Thank you for a wonderful year.

And I grew to understand that for all our perversions, all our kinks, that which still binds us is the many forms that love takes. I have loved more this year than ever before. The reward has been incredible. And hey! I've gone a month now with only light pain and no frigging pain pills! I'm on a high that just won't quit!

A Scene Sadly Played Over and Over in Homes This Morning

2010-12-25T07:00:00.001-05:00

I Do Believe in Santa Claus

2010-12-25T06:00:00.004-05:00

A few days ago I got notification that a new hood I'd ordered would not be delivered on Christmas Eve as originally scheduled, but had been rescheduled for delivery on December 28th. I wasn't horribly surprised. I'd seen our bedraggled UPS guy a couple of times this week (3 new gags! 2 synthetic canes and a very devilish tawse!) and I knew they were falling behind.

So yesterday, feeling quite lonely as both hubby and pup have gone off to be with family, I have a friend over and we're doing a little bondage. Nice tight ropes. Good thick gag, a good deal of moaning, and "BANG BANG BANG" at the door.

I instantly thought of two things: A friend's ordeal with the police who demanded they come in and found someone shackled naked to the wall. "You there, shackled to the wall! Are you here of your own free will?" Much head nodding and "Mmmmnyeshhhhhh shhhhhhirrrrr". I also thought of the first story I posted here back in May. "C2C"

I sort of freaked but went to answer the door. UPS! The hood was delivered on time! Yay! The guy upstairs was a little weak at the knees and pretty happy to know the police weren't barging in. LOL.

The new hood? Really cool! Thank you, Santa.

See more pics at 665 Leather