Panic

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).

Have I Mentioned How Lucky I Am?

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.

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!

Mayhem for Men

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

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.

Wild Weekend, Lagniappe

Imagine hubby's and my surprise when we get a phone call during our pot-luck Xmas party. "Hey, my flight has been delayed so many times, I'm actually not gonna be able to leave until tomorrow at 5:30. Would it be an imposition to have you come get me and let me stay another night?" An imposition?! An imposition?! Was he out of his fucking mind?! (of course we both thought he meant 5:30 a.m., but were so happy to find out he meant p.m. I already had the alarm set for 3:30 a.m.!!!)

So, back to the airport, back to the loft, and this tired top sent the boys to the playroom. I wasn't gonna fool anybody that I had any energy to be in control by this point. Mike took charge and gave hubby one helluva flogging before they trotted off to bed. (It was funny how this scene sort of shook me a bit, but I'm gonna blog on this a little later.)

The next day we got a chance to do a last few things that hadn't gotten done in our long weekend. It truly was like having dessert on the most fabulous meal of all, (not unlike the banana cream cheesecake those two pigs split after our huge barbecue meal).

This time the trip to the airport was for real. Quick goodbyes (I hate any other kind) and last night I collapsed. Of course piggy hubby begged for permission to have one more whackoff before he went to bed. Sigh. Do they never stop? LOL, no ROFL, I found out that Mike whacked off TWICE looking at all the pics we took of the wonderful weekend. Hubby got pouty and said HE would have whacked off twice as well but it was too cold in the loft. Do these people have no shame!!!!????

Wild Weekend, Saturday, Part II

After a little rest time (hubby and Mike were non-stop animals, so it's not easy to get them to stop, although sleepsacks certainly work!), out to dinner for some of the best barbecue then back for more play. Having Mike put on leather was a winner. Hot fucker!.. Mike was also kind enough to step out of his piggy bottom role to give hubby and I a lesson in sounds. Hubby went to a new level of heaven with that!

Then more bondage, more cum shots, and a real night's sleep.

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!

Topsy-Turvy: Guest Story!

Topsy-Turvy
A story based on true events
bondageboygreg

(My sincere thanks to bondageboygreg for submitting this story to me. Sounds like he had a helluva good ride! He did NOT submit the necessary photos to document his weekend so I provided a couple that come close to his descriptions! I've already started his "book of punishments")

It was time to do something. Not enough Masters/Tops in a boy/bottom world. At least in these parts. Tired of the same ole, same ole games in the bars and on the internet: Lots of initial interest but little and sometimes disappointing follow through. And tired of traveling far and wide for always unpredictable results. But what to do?

Who knows better what a bottom needs than another bottom? This boy would escape the bottom lament and start teaching another bottom how to top and play for his pleasure! Time for a new, different kind of leatherman. The Bottom Top. No, not just a hesitant or disinterested “switch,” but a bottom who truly finds satisfaction in giving satisfaction to another bottom.

My first pupil was a fellow bondage bottom whom I often commiserated with about the inability to find a good Master/Top when needed, which in my fantasies is several times a week, but realistically, usually once every week or two. What Tops ordinarily call a “pushy bottom” --that is – directing play from the submissive role, would be the means by which “Sir Bottom,” as I came to call my friend, would learn the ropes from me. Sir Bottom would learn to top me and other bottoms by my giving him directions on what to do while doing it to me.

This former 100 per cent bottom, after several months of basic training, moved to a very solid 60/40. He thanked me profusely because he also had become discouraged of finding a good Top from the local scene and would now use his knowledge to help other bottoms too in order to continue to enjoy scratching his strong bottom side. But first a “thank you” for me.

Sir Bottom called me at work one day and ordered me to his condo for a Friday night-Saturday morning scene. He said he wanted to show his appreciation to me and had some surprises in store. With the weekend ahead, and free of obligations for both of us, the formerly passive bottom said to report promptly at 8:00 p.m. to his “dungeon.” Sir Bottom said he was going to put boy in “hood to feet leather encapsulation” and immobilize me. Then he said teasingly, “That’s just for starters!”

I arrived at his place a few minutes late Friday evening because of traffic. When he opened the door he was standing there in leather cap, open leather jacket revealing a harness, leather pants, codpiece and polished black boots. He said “You’re late boy, I told you 8:00 p.m sharp!” He let me in, and in a show of irritation for my tardiness, forcefully closed the door and deadbolted it. He then ordered me to strip off everything right there in his foyer except for my socks, fold my clothes neatly and leave them at the door. Then I was to put on the hood with locking collar, the leather gloves, and the wrist cuffs he had laying at the door. Then I was to kneel and await his orders.

I had to hold back from smiling and acting bemused at my trainee, this former submissive speaking so dominantly. But I answered with the sincerest “Yes Sir!” I could muster, followed orders, stripped and folded my clothes in a neat pile at the door. Then I put on the hood, which had pinhole eyelets, wide-open nose flap, and a half-dollar sized grommet hole at the mouth. I then buckled and locked on the hood’s neck strap making any attempt on my part to get out of the hood impossible. Next there was a pair of tight leather gloves. Finally, I put on the cuffs, which had about a foot length of chain between them and ratcheted them locked. I knelt down and now I was his.

Sir Bottom, sensing I had finished my preparation, ordered me to crawl on all fours into his living room. I did so, the short cuff chain slowing my progress across the room. Through the hood’s pinholes I could see the shadowy figure of Sir sitting in a winged-back chair, he had dimmed his lights very low, had lit several candles around the room and had classical music playing at very low volume in the background. These were touches he obviously added from his own experience with other Tops that he submitted to.

Approaching the chair, he ordered me into a submissive position at his boots for inspection. He ran his leather-gloved hands over my body from head to hole, pausing momentarily at the grommet hole pushing a gloved finger through it for me to suck and test my gag reflex, moving them down to my nips to tweak and gently twist them and then on to my hole to tease it with gloved fingers. He kept repeating “Good boy.” Then then shoved my hooded face into his codpiece and told me to lick it through the mouth grommet and then work down to the end of his boots.

The training worked! I was getting into the spirit of this and my dick was turning harder than it had been in quite some time and dripping from the sheer novelty of being at the mercy of this bottom boy turned ever more convincing Top.

After tongue bathing his boots, Sir Bottom then stood up over me, straddling me with his booted feet and leathered legs and attached a leash to the hood collar. He then ordered me to follow him on all fours. He tugged on the leash and his directional tension on it lead me to his bedroom “dungeon.” He didn’t have black leather sheets, but he did have black linen sheets on his four poster bed and there appeared to be several black leather belts of various lengths hanging over the mattress sides, more candles spread around and a nighttable lamp to see what he needed to do.

He ordered me to get up from all fours and stand up against the side of the bed. He unlocked and removed the cuffs and the leash. The hood remained. He reached into his closet and pulled out something very heavy. The familiar, creaky sound told me it was made of leather. It was a sleepsack. He put it between me and the bed and ordered me to step into its footwell with my still socked feet and use the side of the bed for support. He placed a rubber bad between my legs that ran from my ankles to my knees. Sir then had me put my arms in the inner arm sleeves of the sleepsack. He reminded me that, like the leg between the legs, the pair of tight leather gloves I was wearing would prevent any skin-to-skin contact even between fingers intensifying the sensory deprivation. Again, supporting myself against the bed, he proceeded to fit the sleepsack over my shoulders and pull it together, tightly around the front. The sack had three zippers. One to completely close it, which he did, careful to tuck in my throbbing cock and not let it get caught in the process. No need to expose the cock and balls for now, he said, that would have to wait. He then positioned the other two zippers for such a time when he would expose my cock and balls.

He then lowered me horizontally to the bed, grabbing my feet and centering them and me on the bed and over the belts. He tucked a pillow under my head. He then straddled me, laced the sleepsack’s drawstrings through the rings, cinched it tight and snapped closed the collar button around the neck. Sir then proceeded to fasten the several previously positioned belts on the bed snugly around the sleepsack,but not too tight to cause any ciruclation problems or annoying pressure points. He then got off the bed and clipped on four chains from the base of the bed’s four posts to four D-rings, two at the shoulders and two at the feet of the sleepsack. I wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

When he was finished Sir climbed back on the bed and straddled me and shimmied his crotch forward to my hood’s grommet hole and pressed the head of his dick against it. “Lick it clean boy,” he demanded. I did my best to get tongue through the grommet hole on his cock’s head and could taste his pre-cum. I felt him move back away and he stretched himself over me. I next felt his tongue through the grommet hole and I embraced it with my lips. “Comfy boy?”, he asked. “Yes Sir,” I responded. “Too warm or hot in there boy? he asked. No, Sir, very comfortable. Thank you Sir.” I said. “Is this goodnight Sir?” I asked. Big mistake.

Sir laughed and said “Hardly boy.” Sir Bottom was far from finished. He slipped a blindfold over the pinhole eyelets of the hood leaving me totally encapsulated in the leather blackness.

Then I felt Sir zip open the two opposing cock zippers and pull out my still hard cock and balls. I felt them being placed into something like a wet cock ring and ball stretcher. Then I felt a tingle, then a stronger one, then a “ZAP” and then another, and another and another in gatlein gun fashion, each on increasingly sharper then the one before as I began to moan and fight against the pain and against my bonds. I began to work up a sweat. Then the electro stopped just as abruptly as it begun. “Just wanted you to cook and stew a little, boy, in order to bond with your leather cocoon “. He was right, I could feel the sweat and the leather mixing to form a slippery lubricant, especially inside the hood, that made the leather mold to my skin and seem more a part of me.

Sir removed the tens unit electro rings and snapped into place a combination leather cock strap and ball stretcher. He tucked the package back in the sack and closed the zipper. Now, I thought to myself, he’ll leave me in my leather cocoon for the night. Wrong! Next he did something I didn’t expect. What I was to learn later was, he put a pair of noise reducing earphones over my ears. For now they were connected to a lapel I-pod clipped to the sleepsack playing ambient pathways music - music to have bondage by. Later, the music would finish and the noise limiting capability would filter out all but the loudest of noises. Nice touch I thought to myself within my dark, leather world.

And here came the biggest surprise of all. During our training sessions, Sir Bottom had learned during our months of training that I had difficulties keeping my sinuses clear through long bondage immobilizations due to allergies. It sometimes cut short what was otherwise planned as an all-nighter. He removed the noise limiting earphones for a moment and explained to me he had a solution to my stuffy nose woes. I felt something going over the open nose area of the hood and a harness of some kind going over my head. I then felt a rush of room temperature air filling my nose. Sir Bottom ordered me to part my lips inside the hood. A rush of air came out through the grommet hole. “Good, it’s working” he said with enthusiasm in his voice. He somehow came into possession of what is called a “C-pap machine” a medical device used by those who suffer from sleep apnea. This version had a mask that fits over the nose only and was held in place by a head harness. It blows pressurized air into the nostrils to keep both the nose and the throat open for easy breathing. The added bonus is it has a filter, which filters out the allergens and particulates that cause nighttime stuffiness.

This wasn’t “breath control.” It was a solution that would allow for long-term, comfortable breathing through a night of bondage without worry about one’s nostrils plugging up and causing panic or worse. And if it were to stop working, the grommet hole the size of a half-dollar still afforded mouth breathing. He mentioned he had another c-pap airhose that we didn’t try this night, one that he fitted to allow the introduction of an occasional hit of poppers to make things even more interesting if desired.

As Sir Bottom began to replace the earphones he announced with finality: “Now you’re ready to take your all-night cocoon trip boy! I’m going out in the living room for awhile, but there’s a monitor here on the nightstand…grunt and holler for me if you need me. I’ll be back later. Good Night.”

I’ve always felt sleepsacks were a misnomer. Especially when fully hooded and blindfolded, they are hard to stay asleep in for long periods of time. But now I felt like I’ve never felt before in a sleepsack. Comfortably encased, and breathing so very easily with the c-pap providing clean, pure air.

I was finally alone in my dark, sensory deprivation cocoon. I couldn’t see anything but blackness. I couldn’t hear anything except the bondage music through the earphones (which would be turned off, I learned, in a couple of hours leaving me in total hearing deprivation). I couldn’t even smell anything because the machine was filtering out all odors. And I could only feel the barest of sensations being hooded, gloved, socked and encased in leather

When cocooned, I usually concentrate on the rhythm of my breathing and sometimes count down from 100 to 1 to help put myself into subspace. I did both those things and slowly started floating away. Some time later I dozed off more quickly than usual. I woke briefly at one point sensing Sir’s return and comforting closeness as he climbed into bed alongside of me, rubbing the hood so I knew he was there and slinging a leg over my sacked body.

I don’t know when it happened as one loses track of time when cocooned, but I did wake up once again with significant phlegm in my throat and began to cough. Sir Bottom was right there alongside me as promised and as I had taught him to be for a helpless bondage bottom. He removed the c-pap mask and the quick release D rings on the sleepsack’s shoulders to raise my head up and helped me clear my throat and expel the phlegm through the grommet hole. He gave me a significant drink of water by straw through the grommet hole to replenish loss of fluids because of the sweating. He was correct about the filtering capabilities of the c-pap machine. While the mask was off, a strong rush of mixed, intoxicating, erotic leather aroma entered my nostrils. When he put the mask back on, the aroma disappeared..

I settled back down again for the rest of the night drifting back and forth between subspace and sleep. I woke up once more thinking it must be dawn for I was getting that urge to get out…you know, it’s not bondage till you want out! I began testing the limits of my mobility and testing the inescapablity of my leather prison by pressing against it in every possible way, wanting to get out, but not really wanting to get out.

After what seemed hours after that, (later I learned it was around 7:00 a.m.) Sir stirred me. He removed the earphones and said the ride was over and it was time for HIM to get HIS reward! (The truth is that after a night of immobilized frustration, when Sir gets what HE wants, boy is going to get what he wants too!) He unattached me from the c-pap machine, removed the blindfold, and released me from the sleepsack. He removed the hood, now wet with sweat, from my head and replaced it with a head harness and snap-on blindfold. He permitted me to piss into a large soft drink cup to relieve myself. The cock strap restricted the flow just enough to make me feel the resistance. My night of sensory deprivation had made me so compliant that I would have drunk it if ordered to Fortunately, he didn’t try to make me drink it!

He then spread-eagled me back on the bed nude with four leather restraints, attaching them to the chains, and began attaching clothespins to my nipples, ten across each side and up and down my outstretched inner arms. He then did something I had specifically trained him to do for me, which I find particularly erotic. He threaded a cat gut shoelace from knee-high boots around my chest a couple times around, and tightened and tied it over the clothespins in a fashion that pressed the ends of the biting clothespins down FLAT on my chest, increasing the intensity of the bite on the nipples. This really turns me on!

He straddled me and took my cock and balls behind him in one hand, which had been ringed and stretched all night, and began to sqeeze massage and roll them. He then made me take his cock in my mouth and work it long, the thrusting growing moment by moment. His weight occasionally came down on the already pressed down clothespins, which turned my nips into an inferno. He used his other hand to pinch my nostrils shut for a mild breath control, After working his cock long and hard he groaned loudly, removed his cock from my mouth, and shot his load over my face and chest. He then brought me to a fierce, explosive release.

The clothepins needed to come off now…one by one…I cried out and strained against my bonds as each released pin gave a jolt of pain, adding to the afterglow of thousands of endorphins already running through my system.

“Good boy,” he said one last time. We laid there together for some time, Sir Bottom spooning me and gently rubbing down my inflamed nips and chest with a cool cloth.

We arose, showered, dressed, breakfasted and discussed the highlights of the scene and things we could improve on. Then it was time for me to return home and get some “genuine sleep” for the rest of the weekend ahead.

On the drive home I couldn’t believe what I had experienced at the hands of another bottom. To think all this started with the idea of turning fellow bondage bottoms into serviceable Tops for one another! What had I created?

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!!!!!!

More Rope

NINE pounds to be exact. When we finished last night hubby realized just how heavy he felt with leather and rope on so he stepped on and off the scale a few times. NINE pounds of rope and FIVE pounds of leather. LOL. (And that doesn't include the rope on the arms or the rope used to suspend him from the chain!)

After spending two hours in a straitjacket with a blindfold on, just to decompress from three nasty days of intense work, the first rope went on. Almost 2 hours later he was completely bound. This was not two hours of intense headspace, mind you. We cracked up, chatted, and played a bit as the rope went on, (I even let him trot off to the bathroom carrying a few unfinished bits of rope with him.) but it really didn't get serious until the arms were strung up and the blindfold went on. It's fun to see that moment, as clear as can be, when we slip from hubbies and best friends to Top/bottom, Daddy/son and he goes way off into piggy world.

This was new territory for me. Using two different colors and sizes of rope in creating the harness was a great challenge. (Reminder to self: leave more slack in the original foundation. Weaving other ropes into the foundation will be a helluva lot easier!) There's things I'll do better next time, but there are huge chunks of this that I'll definitely come back to in future projects. (Other reminder to self: put carabiner clips on the chain above so that the rope holding up the arms stays in place!)

This rope work allowed for a great variety of play opportunities. He was able to lean completely forward totally supported by the rope. In this position tit clamps and a 2 pound weight made his tits really stretched out. As he leaned forward I was also able to beat on his ass. When he'd start to pull away and lean back, lo and behold, his nuts were in my face and I could paddle those! And at that point when he could take no more ball pounding, he'd lean forward and get the painful reminder that his nipples were once again being pulled to the floor.

Equally nice is joining him on the return trip to this planet. He revels in the rope coming off almost as much as he does in it going on. I try to go very slowly making sure the ends of rope slide along his dick and sensitive nipples. Yeah, nasty, I know.

I joked with him when I was finished with the harness, that I should just thrown him in the jeep like this and haul him down to the Eagle. He looked so fucking hot I really did sort of want to show him off. If either of us had felt less tired this easily might have happened. But I also worried he'd get snagged by somebody seeing this hot body in all this rope and I'd never get him back!

The other thing that becomes so painfully clear. I'm a shitty photographer. Sorry.

Fantasy Derailed

Have been on the road for what seems like forever and finally got home late last night. Old patterns emerged, which I hate, the main one being the inability to "flip my switch" from work to sex. When I work it seems like it consumes me to the point that any and all sexuality leaks from my thought process and makes me feel completely asexual. Of course a week with the hubby's folks doesn't exactly supercharge the libido either.

In any case we headed home yesterday morning, and sure enough, an hour down the road and I can feel the switch flipping back on. Thoughts of what we might do when we get home start flooding my brain. So a couple of hours later we need to stop and get a little lunch. We hit a small town in Eastern Louisiana with a gazillion fast food places so we pulled off Interstate 12 to grab something. I saw a Taco Bell a bit down the road and thought that a $1 burrito would be easier to eat while driving than some nasty chicken breast sandwich so we pulled in to their lot. It was a total zoo as it was just recently opened. We parked, rather than doing the drive-through, as we both needed to pee.

So hubby gets in line to order and I go outside to stretch a bit before reentering the torture vehicle. So there I am minding my own business and up pulls this motorcycle cop. Very young, tight uniform, knee high Dehners, mirrored sunglasses. Now remember, the sexual switch in my head has been reactivated so I'm sure there's a bit of drool escaping from the corner of my mouth. Yum. A total YUM.

I watch him stop the bike and climb off, a super hot butt in those tight pants, sunlight gleaming off the boots, and he looks right at me. Then he motions to me that I should come over to the grassy area where he's standing. "Who? Me?" I gesture. He nods. So I walk over a few feet and the incident turns 100% surreal.

He pulls his fucking GUN on me! Points it directly at me! Demands that I raise my hands, turn around, lace my fingers behind my head! My head is spinning and I think I'm going to pass out. And the phrase "shit in my pants" comes to mind as I feel my bowels churning. He walks up just within my peripheral vision, the gun pointed directly at my head. He then proceeds to shove me to my knees (a rather painful thing with the herniated disc I've been suffering for 14 months).

"Do you have a gun?"

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!" my brain screams. "No, Sir." Now he's behind me and I can feel that business end of the gun a few inches from the back of my head. I truly hate guns. I see a profile on Recon mentioning guns and I click it shut with superhuman speed. There is nothing sexually interesting about a gun. Nothing. I feel more gurgling in my bowels. He shoves his hand in the pockets of my baggy cargo shorts searching for the gun that he's sure I've lied about.

"How about ID?"

"In my right pocket." Now he's patting my ass trying to find the wallet. Nothing sexual going on there. Fuck, I'm still worried about shitting my pants.

I start to take my right hand down, since my wallet is in the right front pocket of the shorts.

"KEEP YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!"

I'm feeling even woozier. How stupid was that maneuver, I thought. I'm having flashes of prison time and of being Bubba's bitch. Mr. Copper reaches in to my right front pocket and extracts my wallet.

"There was an armed robbery down the street. And you fit the description of the suspect. Bald and bearded, middle-aged."

I glance at Taco Bell wondering where the hell hubby is. He's gotta come out and save me. I see forty people glued to the windows and doors watching all of this happen. Two blonde chicks have parked nearby and are gawking. Traffic has stopped. But no hubby.

Mr. Motorcycle Cop speaks into the radio microphone on his shoulder. I can't quite hear what he's saying, the blood pounding in my ears. I do hear the response from whomever he's been speaking with: "The suspect is bald, bearded, and black." The dispatcher or detective or whoever actually is at the other end goes so far as to spell the word "black." There is an exasperated tone to the voice.

Now the last time I looked in the mirror I was white. Very white. Absurdly white. Okay, so a hint of red from sitting by a pool for a week.

And like that it's over. He lets me get up, tosses me my wallet, and (ashamed?) hops on his cycle and vroomvrooms off. The blonde chicks come rushing over. "What the hell happened." I stammer a bit and try to explain. Employees come out of the restaurant and offer me a drink. I'm shaking a bit. Still no sign of hubby.

One of the employees tries to track hubby down. Several people offer to be witnesses if I should want to file a complaint. Finally hubby comes out with our food. People have been telling him "that guy you came with is on his knees with a gun pointed at his head." He's been laughing it off saying "not possible."

People are urging me to go file a complaint. I just say "it'll make a great story to tell." And in my head I've already forgiven this young cop. He was over-eager, probably hoping to make the big bust, and I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was bone-marrow level of frightening, but I'll live. I just hope someone in that police force takes the time to have a little chat with him about listening carefully to a suspect's description. Or maybe stop and think that an armed robber isn't going to drive a block away, park, and then get out in a parking lot to stretch. I figure the real robber was already at his crack-dealer's house making his score.

I just look at hubby and tell him to get in the vehicle. All I want to do is get out of this hell-hole and put many miles between me and the site of the event. And on the road I describe the whole thing to hubby. He's just shaking his head, totally unbelieving. And then I start thinking about what might have happened if the suspect had been white. Would I have been handcuffed? Shoved in the back of a cruiser? Fingerprinted? Booked? Thankfully hubby's father and uncle have numerous contacts within the Louisiana police and legal systems, I tell myself. Still. It is pretty scary.

I think all fantasies involving policemen have been irrevocably destroyed. Sigh. What a shame.