Long Overdue

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

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

Pup Play

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

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. 

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.

A Full Day With Sparky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

More Discoveries

Read Parts I and II before proceeding!

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

MORE DISCOVERIES

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More Rope

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

I Do Believe in Santa Claus

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

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

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

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

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

See more pics at 665 Leather

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!