Excited

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!

Three Ring Circus

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! 

What a Gift

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. 

Frolicon

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.

Still Further Discoveries

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!

Further Discoveries

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.

All Snowed In

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

25 Years

In February hubby and I celebrate 25 years together. And we're gonna celebrate in style. We've booked a local dungeon (for April 3) and are inviting all our kink friends for an afternoon of bondage. Some people celebrate by renewing their vows. We'll celebrate by "tying the knot."

Click here to see more about the anniversary venue.