All Snowed In

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

Wild Weekend, Thursday Evening

Mike arrived Thursday evening about 6:00 and by 6:30 was in his first bondage. I'm mostly gonna shut my yap and let the pics do the talking, but I'd be remiss if I didn't tell you that this was one of the most amazing 5 days of my life, mostly because of the incredibly powerful, funny, horny, snarky, erotic, ingenious, warm, giving, and devious man who came to visit. And like the fucking Energizer Bunny....he kept going and going and going, and cumming and cumming and cumming.

The Power of Three, Part II

Another really wonderful thing about working as a threesome is when I get to top the Top. Hubby is great helper and I reward him frequently with balls, cock, tits, and asshole to lick and chew and slurp.

Rick has top skills like you wouldn't believe. You should be so lucky to experience them. But he's also got this pretty big bondagepig buried inside that I get to let loose (yes, bondage will set you free!) once in a while.

First time I've tried a straitjacket over a straitjacket over a neoprene suit. I like that combination a lot!

Intense, Part I

Got to play one last time before Thanksgiving. And thankful I am! Rick is one of the most intense players I've ever met and just total fucking fun! Total.

So Layer One: Neoprene Suit, Neoprene booties, Neoprene Gloves, a Harness on his head, and a little rope.

Layer Two: Add another Neoprene Suit. Hell the holes in the ass, tits, and cock areas all line up. Does that tell you how much we think alike? A different gag and a blindfold. And lots more tit torture.

Layer Three: A heavy yellow PVC rain suit. And some very nice intense chair bondage. Fuck. I like that arrangement. Add a gag and a gas mask. And let him stew.

Layer Four and the other scene in "Intense, Part II" Coming soon to a blog near you!

Puppy Balls

It was a grand day with pup. Because of an appointment with a physical therapist we met at his house. It wasn't the 17 suitcases of gear I mentioned earlier, but two medium sized bags and two smaller ones got hauled up to his bedroom before we launched into our day of fun.

pup opened the door wearing his neoprene singlet (DAMN, why didn't I get a pic of THAT....so hot!). Before long he had on his two collars, the leash, a rubber hood, the new boxing gloves and deep into pup headspace he went. A few commands, a little belly scratching, and I swear to the gods that pup had a wet spot of precum the size of a dinner plate soaking through the neoprene. (Wish even more I had a pic of THAT!!!)

The rest of the morning was spent working over those beautiful pup balls. They got put in a vise, and smacked, tied up in a variety of ways, smack smack, stretched, smack smack smack, and after the rubber podsuit went on him and his balls tied off yet again, he got to an edge several times of almost cumming just from the abuse his balls were taking. Beautiful.

We took a break for lunch and to await the PT. For the first half hour after he showered I laughingly recognized that sort of dazed, groggy look in his eyes. The boy/pup had gone a long way away and wasn't racing back to reality.

The tens unit the PT brought was hooked up (to his BACK, perverts) and I could see it was helping, but the pup was obviously hurting and tired. (not so tired and hurting he didn't make a comment about a willingness to hop the bones of the cute little trainee the PT had brought along, LOL) So fully wired up, up to bed we went, a simple rope tie on his hands, the leather zip front hood on his head, electricity pulsing through his back, and more edging from smack smack smack smack smack.

When the pup finally came, all I could think at first was "damn! this boy could be a porn star!" He shoots well over his shoulder and ropey long strings of cum 6 or 7 or 8 times at a go. It is so beautiful to watch.

For a half hour we just lay there, pup cuddling Master. Say what you like, but for pup play this is the real reward for a Master/Trainer/Owner/Sir. At least it is for me. Only the pup knows how hard it is for Me to unlock that collar as I climb in my jeep and head out into Atlanta traffic.

What a guy! (wo wo wo) Makes you cry! (hey hey hey) Und I Did!

No, this is not a tribute to Rocky Horror Picture Show, LOL, but it's been on my mind a lot recently with the 35th! anniversary performance in LA and the Glee tribute. Hubby and I were dancing wildly last night listening to the tunes again. And as if it was only yesterday I can remember seeing the flick back in 1976 well before it became the cult classic. Imagine, if you will, a small church college in very prudish Iowa small town showing RHPS. Most of the kids had walked out well before the pool orgy at the end. Me? I was transfixed. Tim Curry was and is a god. A couple years later I had a chance to see the original stage show in London, now becoming a cult classic with much more audience interaction. I've always believed that the audience interaction is what people crave. We spend way too much of our lives watching the action. Being a part of it is SO much more fun.

How's that for a seque into my "tribute" to a new friend. This guy doesn't know the meaning of "watching." He is a hard core player with stamina that amazes. And "play" is what we do. No roles, no hardcore protocols, just intense, exploratory, mind-blowing play. Hubby is enamored ever since the friend took a liking to beating his balls to a pulp. And so we hook up when we can (the friend driving 2 hours each way for this!) and we play hard. Pics are just a sample of some good times.

(PLEASE NOTE--the BC we practice is EXTREMELY light and very controlled. WAY too many people recently have experimented with this dangerous practice and paid the price with their lives. DO NOT go down that path. Drugs and BC should never be mixed. BC alone? Don't do it. If you have even the slightest doubt about the experience or knowledge of either participant in this practice, JUST DON'T DO IT!)

By the way, the pic at the top is Rick, the friend, in full rubber suit (which he'd had on for four hours), his own full neoprene surfsuit over the top of that, with the rubber sleepsack on top. Add a very intense padded hood with only one tiny grommet for breathing. He was moaning and leaking precum like you wouldn't believe. And like a good bondage pig he wondered if it would be possible to put the leather sleepsack over the top of those three layers. If hubby had been around to do the heavy lifting, we sure as shit would have given it the old college try!

I am so glad we don't own a TV and have to invent our own fun!!!!!!

Web Building at the Eagle

I had the wonderful opportunity to build a rope web at the Eagle last night. Hubby and I and a couple of good friends headed over at about 9:00 to get the process going. The pup was already there looking quite nice in his homemade spiderman spandex outfit (woof!!). Hubby was also quite hot in rubber and a nice rope harness. (yes, I pinch myself frequently, having two such incredible men in my life.......).

The web is a bitch to put together at first as your dragging a hundred feet of rope through a series of knots, but as you've tied about 50 of these knots you get down to the last fifty feet of rope and things progress a little better.

I was pretty happy with how it turned out. Sturdy enough to climb on, yet just enough give that the victims could get a good ride. And there was no problem finding willing victims! I only wish I'd assigned photography duties to someone else, cuz, as you know, I suck at that. I'm hoping some of the guys who were busy clicking away will send me some of the better shots that they took over the course of the evening.

And alas, didn't get pics of all the men who went for a ride. Superman and SoreNuts---my apologies! The other apology? To hubby and pup for not being able to just focus 100% on you two, tying you up for the entire evening. This was fun, mind you, but I'd rather have spent the night, at home, just adding rope after rope after rope on the two of you.

Over the past couple of years my own learning curve has been steep in every element of life. It has excited me to no end. I've progressed as a person in so many ways, learning what's really important in life; I've got a 25 year relationship that has always been great but has truly soared in the last two years; I've taken on a pup that has awakened so many good elements in me; I've explored so much deeper into all the elements of BDSM, recognizing just how many thousands of subcategories there really are in our lifestyle; I've developed skills that I'm not afraid to take some pride in; I've opened my eyes to the possibilities of life, the wonderful varieties of men, and the wide variety of activities that excite me.

The other thing I've learned to recognize is the true look of a bondophile. LOTS of guys like bondage, but for many it's just a means to get on to the other activities. But there are those guys who just need the bondage, who just need to wallow in the slow progression of losing their freedom. I saw two of them last night and the response was almost identical. They were as different as could be in many ways, two ends of the spectrum in age, different body types, different personalities, but both exhibited the classic signs of bondage love:

*A quickening of the heartbeat as they stepped up to the web for their turn to "ride"
*A nervousness, but that "good" kind.
*A sense of reassuring themselves that this is what they really wanted to do
*A recognition that they knew they were taking a risk, but a risk deep down they knew they had to take
*And as the first couple of ropes went on, stretching their hands wide, instead of becoming more nervous, they actually relaxed
*And then, with feelings probably only a heroin addict can relate to, something pulses through their veins, the eyes begin to flutter, the outside world begins to disappear (like the other 1000 men in the bar watching them get tied up), the chill in the air has been replaced with the warmth of that special juice in their blood, the shivers are not from the cool air, but from the possibilities that await them. FUCK. I'm so sorry if you don't get this. Really. There is no better moment in life.

So here I sit laughing. I got up at 4:00 on Saturday morning and didn't get to bed until almost 3:30 this morning. I haven't pulled a 24 hour shift for a whole lot of years. And after 3 hours of sleep I gave up and got up, thoughts of last night partly to blame, although I realize I've got my own set of drugs pulsing through me: a good old monster dose of steroids from the 2nd round of epidurals I'm taking for the herniated disc.

Hotlanta Rubber

Terrific Day! Coffee with the downstairs pervert after he brought his hunky A/C guy through to get to the roof. A/C company is ClimateMasters, a company I'd recommended to him. No clue why I picked them or why their named popped out of the Yellow Pages.

Then off to a barbecue at the Eagle with pup. A little pup playtime and naptime. And then we got the neighbor back up and had a fun time playing "dress-up." Talked 'em both into putting on the rubber podsuit. Yeah. Really took a lot of coercion. LOL.

Then pup got to wear the full rubber catsuit, and eventually his DevilDog hood, and the locking leather mitts while I drug him around the Eagle. Oh! And I swear to God I'm letting that boy buy all my lottery tickets from now on. He won the big gift basket filled with pervy little toys they raffled off last night. Now the funny thing is he won like a 6 year supply of lube. And he hates lube.

Met a lot of super rubbermen last night, including a surprise appearance by Ruff from Chicago. Was a real pleasure to meet someone who has been blogging for such a long time and been such a great resource for the leather and rubber community.

And kudos to the guys at Hotlanta Rubber for throwing such a great party. pupNitro, Daddy Alan, and all the rest put some huge efforts into making this successful.

We hobbled home pretty early. I'm afraid that pup has joined my status of herniated disc. We've been hoping for over 3 weeks that it was just a pulled muscle. But the MRI is scheduled. We'll cross our fingers.

So now I'm looking around at all the ruin in this house. Ugh. Gotta Clean. And I miss hubby.

And I know you all are gonna draw a bad conclusion. You think I miss him because I could get him to do the clean-up. Nope. I just miss our morning coffee, first hug of the day, laughing about the previous days events, processing our lives, planning our next playtime, and yeah, getting him to fold the towels.

More Wax Peas!

I still get a chuckle thinking about that line from that awful movie, 40 Year Old Virgin. (also....."canceh ah my pointment!")

Another terrific day with pup. But we are an ailing duo. His back, he finally admitted, isn't getting better, and mine really sucks right now. And bootbrushpup's is downright bad.......and fuck it. Let's have sex.



Had to cut the arms off the full catsuit--one too many blowouts in the armpits. It was patches on top of patches. I gave up. But it's sort of a cool look. And a helluva lot easier to put on! And it looks good on hubby. And it looks good on pup. And IF I lose those fucking 20 pounds I've wanted to lose since I was 6 it will look good on me too.....(Bookies are offering 1000 to 1 on that last one.)






Some rope bondage on top of the rubber (damn! I love that look), lots of cock stimulation and ball torture.....shit! I get to eat so much precum I know I'm meeting the daily recommendations for protein intake!


And then we get the pup off his feet.....a little time on the stomach, and lots of time on his back, spread-eagle on the bed.....and buckets of hot candle wax. It was a joy watching him squirm, and dare I say it? WRITHE in pain. The boy really took a long and far away journey........





But the best part? I get to go with him. Thanks, pup!