Friday, May 27, 2016

The Texan Cowbear and the Californian Fox

May 24th, 2016

On a little trip down to Texas I finally had the chance to meet a very wonderful man whom I have been talking to on Recon for quite some time by the name of Robert.  He is such a gentleman and he proved just how amazing he could be right off the bat.

My hotel was located in Austin, and Robert happened to be in Houston.  He took it upon himself to drive all the way, a full two hours, to meet me in front of my hotel.  When he did arrive and I eagerly hopped into the front seat, our eyes met and we immediately had a strong connection.  When I saw him in his black cowboy hat, button down shirt, blue jeans, and boots...that giddy, shy, blushing, horny feeling of when you are so pleasantly surprised that the person you've been talking to is actually real, along with my raging hard on from more than a week of no jerking off mixed into quite a viscous thrill.

We turned into the back of the parking lot, had a few greeting words between us, and immediately made out.  He's a very gentle and soft kisser, delicate and careful, a kiss to cherish and have no fear of.  We talked a bit and he had mentioned he wanted me to be in Wrangler jeans if I was to properly visit Texas, and so we headed over to a store by the name of Cavender's Boot Shop to have me try on a pair.

When we walked inside, I was blown away by how huge the store was, and it was ALL cowboy gear.  Jeans, boots, belts, hats, jackets, shirts, dusters, and with one of my top fetishes being for cowboys I nearly blew one in the foyer, especially when the scent of it all hit me.  I couldn't even look any of the store clerk boys in the eye for too long, lest I pass out right then and there.  Robert brought me over to the jeans first and I had a bit of an embarrassing time finding my size and accepting I had a bit of work to do before my leather pants would fit me again.  When I walked out in the right pair, both he and the cute cowboy clerk Marcus agreed that it was perfect.  Robert then said,

"Those look great on you, boy! They're yours if you want 'em!"

I first picked my jaw up off the ground and then answered as any boy should answer a cowboy gentleman "Yes, Sir!"

From there he happily indulged my request to try on boots, smiled at me as I did my utmost not to lick the merchandise, and urged me into one pair after another.  Once satiated and a bit dizzy from the imbalance of blood pumping between my crotch and my brain, he suggested "We can't have you leaving in those jeans without a proper belt, boy!"

I swear if I don't tape my jaw shut, I'm going to end up losing it hanging around this amazing man.  We headed to the belts and once he saw I found a good one he grasped my shoulder and said "It's yours."  Blown away.  Seriously.  I was over the moon.  What an incredible first date, and it was just starting.  He told me there was a condition that came with the gifts, and I nodded obediently as he moved in closely.  He said that if I wanted them, I had to wear them out and the entire time I spent with him.  Imagine my smile.

We walked out soon after and I tossed the clothes I started with that day into the backseat as we headed to downtown to find a bar next.  He showed me Oil Can Harry's on 4th st, and although it shared the name of the bar in Los Angeles, CA, they aren't affiliated.  But this bar is VERY spacious, and my event-throwing instincts kicked in almost immediately, seeing where I could host what and how.  We headed to the bar, and it felt like home already.  Sweet, slender bartender with fun and sass with a sexy bod to match his skills, and the pours were like those of a Californian gay bar, long and generous.

Robert and I drank through three double Cape Cods as we laughed, talked, and shared kink talk.  He made me whimper and drool with such topics of keeping me in ropes, potential of additional pairs of wranglers, making me his personal leather CHP hostage, and (my absolute favorite) how much he loved and wanted to sink me in real, creamy, and deep quicksand!  I was completely over the moon with him! I couldn't believe what I was hearing!  Was he real?!  Was he serious?!  He mentioned many times how much he wanted to kidnap me back to Houston.  I nearly said yes, if I hadn't come with family of course.  Damn it all.

After a good number of passionate make outs, and me making damn sure he could drive safely (drink responsibly, kids) we headed to the car and got ready to head back.  Once inside, he grabbed a roll of gorilla tape and bound my legs together above my knees, then my wrists were wrapped up next, then a bandanna gag tied in my mouth and tied my hunter green "boy looking for a Daddy" bandanna into a mask over my gag.  Fuck was I happy as hell!  I struggled and moaned on the way back to my hotel, making sure I did a bit extra just for Daddy! The only reason it hurt me was because my cock was so hard it started to cramp!  Not to mention my damn boxers were literally just soaked in precum.

When we pulled into the back lot, he released me from my bindings, and we had an intimate talk about how he genuinely wanted to not only see me again, but keep me, to take care of me.  I made sure that he was well aware that I am a poly type of lover, that monogamy wasn't in my heart's design, so there wouldn't be any unwanted surprises later on.  I wanted to be his too, to be kept and taken care of has only been one of my biggest fantasies for ages, younger only to my quicksand dreams.  I said that we should definitely take things one hot, steamy, sensual and horny visit at a time, that the future is unpredictable and I would absolutely despise myself if I made a promise I couldn't keep and ended up hurting him, but that he is definitely a Daddy who could tie me up, collar and leash me any day of the week!

Our lips met, more passion given and received for what felt like beautiful hours, when we parted he handed me the light blue bandanna he used to gag me as a final gift of that day, and we bid our farewells.  As I watched him drive off the lot I sighed and smiled to myself.  A man like Robert is quite rare, and is a person to be deeply cherished.  I'm definitely going to enjoy seeing what he does when we meet again...and I'm bound, gagged, and helpless on my way to Houston.

That reminds me...I need to figure out where I put my mud gear since I moved out of Long Beach.

Play Safe, Dear Reader.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Corrupting the Youth

March 3rd, 2016

This afternoon I had the lovely Aaron over for a play session.  Once I had him inside, I had him gear up in his gimp gear: a bold red leather hood with black straps, his gimp hood gag, my collar, and a jockstrap.  I had him get to work serving me by having him suck my cock.  Damn, the boy is a natural! 

I did have to punish him as he confessed to jerking off and blowing a load to porn last night, so I plugged his boyhole and made him do an entire sinkfull of dishes.  I distracted him a little bit by coming up from behind and growling dirty things in his ear as I groped his ass, but then I went to my room and leathered up myself.

Once he finished his chore I pulled him into my room by his leash, tied him up nice and tight with my favorite nylon fiber ropes, and rendered him deliciously helpless on my bed.  I toyed with his cock, kissed him deeply, wound him up more and more until I flipped him on his stomach to lube up his boyhole.

I fingered his eager ass and slicked it generously, as I love an ass with plenty of lube in it.  I slid on my condom and took my time gingerly screwing him.  His hole was divine, tight and hungry, never been fucked, and starving for its first cock.  It was an honor and a pleasure to break the boy in, I savored this fuck and drank in ever moan I thrusted out of him.  The boy couldn't take much, but he took enough, and I showed mercy before I could cum.  I cleaned him up and we enjoyed a cuddle before getting dressed and heading out for dinner.

We had a lovely meal and grabbed dessert on the way back to my place.  Once inside I wasted no time collaring him before diving into our sweets.  Once done, I tied up and gagged my handsome boy toy before blindfolding him and laying him comfortably on the couch.  I poured myself a drink, and then enjoyed his lovely bound company while I worked upon my laptop in the chair beside him.  I'd glance up every so often and watch him squirm happily in place, smile, and go back to work.

We retired to bed soon afterward, and I enjoyed him wrapped up warm and safe in my arms.

I love innocent virgin boy toys, they have that slight social awkwardness that just fans the fire of my predatory dominance.

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

A Sloppy Intro to Messy Play

February 27th, 2016

This morning I was picked up by a very energetic young man whom I had been talking to on Recon for a short while, and when I say "energetic" what I really mean to express is that someone somewhere was bored in the genetics lab and thought it'd be funny to infuse caffeine with a strand of human DNA.  All joking aside, the boy is very, very sweet, and entirely lovable, I just need an energy drink or seven to be able to keep up with him!

We went for the usual first-meet-coffee-talk, and then came back to my place for some very nice naked cuddling.  He was actually stripped and ready before I even got my boots off!  We hugged and held close, talking about our favorite kinks, fetishes, and fantasies, and he said that he was interested in trying out gunge play after he saw it on my profile and looked it up.

What a wonderful coincidence!  I had two huge restaurant-grade size cans of vanilla pudding and sweetened condensed milk that I had acquired from a fellow gunger a while back that were simply sitting in the pantry getting dusty.  I made a quick check to see if they were still good for use (never use old food, lord knows what kind of nasty in them that you can't see) and we were good to gunge!

I opened up the cans carefully and made sure everything tasted presentable, then we headed into the bathroom for the boy's first mess!  Thankfully I now have a shower with a removable hand-held head, so we warmed up the porcelain tile with scalding hot water before I had the boy lay down his beautiful naked self on the shower floor.

After I held the open can of sweetened condensed milk over him and told him to close his eyes, I took a moment to savor his excited anticipation before I tipped the can forward and layered him in the sweet, thick mess!  Oh how I love that first gasp boys make when they get first contact!  The resulting moan, shiver, and then acceptance of the goop all over their bodies.  He enjoyed every moment of it, slathering it on like sunscreen, even going as far as to shampoo with it!  He said it was everything he had hoped for, and more!

I began to smell an odd scent in the air, it was that smell that was a bit "off", and I hastened to rinse off the boy, thankfully he had already had a good while in the mess so nothing was wasted.  I figured it may as well have been the natural smell of the sweetened condensed milk itself, but it wasn't something to risk getting sick over (plus that just ruins first impressions on kink).

After he was washed off, the boy happily said that he wanted to gunge me back! Hey! Sure thing, my eager little gunge guy!  We swapped spots and I sat on the warm tile and shut my eyes as the last thing I saw was him raising the can of pudding over me.  Moments passed, and I knew he was dragging it on for a little bit before the first cold splatter hit me! Brr! Damn that's chilly! Fuck! But it felt so fucking good, slopping all over my naked body!

Once the can was completely emptied over me, we really got into it.  Kissing, licking, sucking, stroking, and caressing, the sloppy sweet mess all over us both, it was dreamworthy.  This is why I love mess play so much.

A nice, long and thorough hot shower later, I geared up into my leather, he slipped into his singlet, and I collared him.  He instantaneously became much more submissive , it was like night and day with the change in his behavior, his bouncing energy frosted over into calm compliance.  I leashed him and have him lick my boots like a good little boy toy, and took in the sight like a slow drink of brandy.

I love a boy licking my boots, the feel of his tongue through the bootleather, the eager submission, the desire to please me, and their love of the act.  I get pleasure from their pleasure, and so a beautiful cycle of mutual satisfaction starts to swirl between us.

Our visit ended with that, he slipped back into his street clothes and we bid our farewells.  The boy is a real sweetheart, and he has tons of energy to put to so much good use.  He recently contacted me about a new purchase...he tells me he just bought a new puppy tail.  He loves it.

Yeah.  He's a total pup, that was inevitable.

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Monday, April 18, 2016

A Date with a Canadian Gentleman

November 5th, 2015

True to his word, as I stated in the previous post, the sexy Shayne met me for date night this evening.  We met up at a local Starbucks and he treated me to coffee.  We headed over to a local market to pick up some snacks for the evening and he surprised me with a candy called a "Kinder Egg" (also known as a "Kinder Surprise", which is a small chocolate egg shell around a plastic container holding some dinky little plastic toy.  It's no wonder it's such a hit abroad and why it can't be sold in the USA, because American parents are just too stupid to be trusted to give their kids something they can choke on (and don't argue with me, we live in a country where shirts are made with labels that read "DO NOT IRON WHILE WEARING").

So from the market with some juices, and bags of Ketchup and Maple Bacon-flavored chips (trust me, the ketchup flavor is awesome) we headed up to his apartment where we snuggled up on his bed to watch TV.  Making out commenced quite soon after and he is quite the gentleman.  He was soft, smooth, sensual, he made me feel loved and wanted, it was beautifully romantic.  After the beautiful interlude, we turned off the lights and settled in to a movie, cuddling close.

After the film, we wasted no time in returning to more lovemaking.  He made ever-so-sweet love to me, he went down on my throbbing member in an amazing display of sensual, sweet, unforgettably meaningful passion.  When I blew my load, it was one that I will not forget.  As I recall the experience, I can feel tears of joy want to well up in my eyes.  It wasn't just a hookup, it was lovemaking.  We basked in our afterglow together, he made me feel loved, he made me feel wanted, and I wanted him, and I loved him.  That magnetic pull between two men, we may barely know each other, but you simply desire them and don't bother to question it.

We cleaned ourselves up and made plans for a late dinner, we got dressed and he loaned me one of his many animal hats, which he collects for fun and even wears at work.  I was only too happy to don one!  It was quite late, and I discovered that Vancouver tends to act like Orange County in the respect that everything closes at 8pm.  Luckily we found a Korean BBQ restaurant that was still open for another hour, and we quickly ducked inside and had a seat.  We enjoyed a fantastic dinner, then snagged a dessert from a local convenience store before heading back to his apartment and falling asleep in each others arms.

In the morning he made sweet love to me, making me feel desired, cherished, and appreciated.  Afterwards, he walked me all the way home to Cockpit's apartment building like the real gentleman he is and we bid our farewells.  I looked longingly after him as he departed, thinking about how this gorgeous man was such a tulip among the daisies, and how fortunate I was to meet him and even more so be gifted an evening with the man.  Of course such a beautiful romantic would live in a foreign country.

I hope to see him the next time I head up North...I should text him tonight.

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Thursday, February 11, 2016

Just a Walk in the Park

November 2nd, 2015

This evening during my stay up in Canada, Cockpit and I geared up for a Puppy Trivia event at a local bar named Junction on Davie St. hosted by one of Cockpit's pup buddies, Pup Figaro.  I know we turned some heads, as I got the feeling that leather and especially puppy gear isn't all that common up north in public.  Of course if you have been reading my blog for a while, or have met me in person you'd know that always gets me more excited to shake a cage or two, along with a polite smile.

Our night went very enjoyably, our waiter Shayne was quite adorable, flirtatious, and not at all afraid of us in full gear, if anything it was refreshing and attractive for him.  Another person we met that night was a man who sat nearby, "D", he kept asking nervous questions about my leather and I could immediately tell he wasn't used to it but very interested in learning, which always makes me even more happy to talk about it.  It's always the nervous and fidgety guys that I like to talk to because I'm all too familiar to that awful gripping intimidation that if you don't conquer you simply lie in bed with a head full of regrets.

After trivia was over, Cockpit headed for home and insisted that I stay behind and have fun.  I kept talking with "D" and it seems like his ex girlfriend flipped a switch somewhere when she was forcing him to sleep with other men as a part of their Dom/sub kink relationship.  Eventually "D" asked "You wanna fuck me, don't you?" I pondered the question, and felt adventurous, agreeing.  That's how we ended up leaving the bar, and walking and talking all the way down to a nearby park.  We found a nice spot hidden away and started things off with a relaxing embrace, he was wound up pretty tight, and I was feeling excitement from the whole situation myself. 

We caressed each other in the cold late night air, groping, feeling around, massaging bulges.  Then he revealed his manhood to me. DAMN was it huge!  Big and meaty!  Woof!  I was impressed!  He slowly jerked off as I gripped him from behind.  I hissed and snarled things into his ear, my arm tight around his neck in a choke hold, affirming my position as who he was serving that night, my other free gloved hand groping and squeezing his ass.  He couldn't hold out any longer!  He shot his load with a loud moan, spraying all over the grass! 

I held him tightly in his afterglow, his body weakened and vulnerable, a wicked grin on my face in the darkness as I praised him.  My mind swimming with excitement at my first little adventure outdoors!  I just helped a man shoot his load in the woods!  How fun!  Definitely a new entry on the fetish list for me.  After he regained his mind and ability to walk, we headed up back towards the bar.  We talked about plans to meet up again, plans to fuck him in a local bath house and make him into a public bitch.  The ideas made me feel alive, of course my first experience in a bath house wasn't at all enjoyable, however I felt that if I had a man to bring with me I would feel much different about it.

About halfway up the hill, we parted ways and said goodnight in front of a 24 hour McDonald's, he promised to contact me soon.  I headed inside and (in full leather gear) ordered a small meal to sop up the booze from earlier, and who should I bump into but none other than Shayne from the bar!  I really love happy coincidences such as this, especially when it involves a beautiful man I have a slight insta-crush on.  He begins the chance meeting by sassing me playfully "So, this is how you feed yourself?"  I returned his fun sarcasm volley with one of my own, and as we talk it's quite obvious we have a mutual attraction.  We grab our food and head out together, sadly we were going in different directions.

I chose to take the chance, and pulled him into a deep kiss, which he accepts happily.  I savor the short moment, making out with a man on the midnight streets of Vancouver.  When we part he gave me his shift for the next evening before saying goodnight.  I then walked back home to Cockpit's apartment, stuffing my face and grinning.  Damn it's good to be a leather fox!

Disappointingly, but as I suspected and expected from a guy I made exciting plans with, I never did see or hear from "D" ever again for the remainder and after my stay up in Canada.  However, Shayne did prove to be a man of his word.  That's for my next post, so for now...

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

My Canadian Daddy Bear

October 17th, 2015

My dearest puppy and best friend Cockpit had planned and paid for a trip for me to visit him in Canada for the month of October.  I was very excited for the trip ever since he needed to relocate to the North due to my country's utterly disgraceful treatment of a person of his caliber.

This is actually my first venture into a different country altogether, and the vacation was one which was deeply needed.  I met a good handful of fun and interesting people while staying in Casa De Canine, one of whom was my "Canada Daddy".

I've been talking to him for a few years now online, we met on one of many of the fetish websites out there and talked many times of how it would be so wonderful to meet in person (as many conversations between men in foreign countries and on different continents tend to go).  He's a tall, big, daddy bear.  Gentle, sweet, fun, and considerate, many of the best traits I like in my men.

We started our first visit together at a local ramen shop where I introduced him to takoyaki, after lunch we bussed to the bear cave and he poured me a nice and strong vodka cranberry (for all you fans of a strong drink, in Canada you have to take your pregaming seriously as the government regulates the booze like a crabby, strict, ruler-slapping nun).  While daddy bear was in the kitchen, I was in his bedroom stripping to my leather jock and harness.  We got very well acquainted on the couch, making out as we always wanted to do before going straight to the bedroom.  More deep kissing, passionate lovemaking, and full body cuddling in the dim light of the rainy evening.

I told him I wanted him to crush me under his wonderfully sexy bear body and he was only too happy to oblige.  It felt fantastic to have his wight on top of me! A huge, warm bear blanket flattening me into the mattress!  It's the same excitement I get when a strong man wraps his arms around me and crushes me in a bear hug! 

Horny and pent up after weeks of frustration, when it came time to jerk off after lots of deep kissing, moaning, gruffing and growling, he had me shoot my load right into his maw!  Fuck yes! It was incredible!  I fell to the bed completely exhausted, and he took me into his big bear arms, holding me close.  We dozed a little before heading into the shower for my favorite after-sex activity, then headed to dinner afterward. 

Stuffed and quite happy, we walked back to his place where he gave me fare to get back to my pup and we said our goodbye-for-nows. 

He's a lovely man, and a beautiful bear.  I can't wait to see him again, as well as introduce him to Cockpit!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Rescued by a Wrestling Cowbear

September 11th, 2015

This evening I made plans to get together with Mike, who arrived to pick me up during a family trip to my grandmother's while we attended to business up there.  I needed a change of location, as well as some intimate attention, quite badly and the men in the area although few and very far between were just as flaky as the guys back in Long Beach.  Such a pain in the ass.

We headed out and picked up dinner, as well as some dessert before heading out to his friend's place in Monterey.  On the drive over we spotted some deer, and Mike was kind to go back and give me a better look.  After living in the Urban Jungle of Long Beach, then moving to the Suburban Wasteland of Laguna Niguel, seeing actual wildlife was quite exhilarating as well as romantic.

Once comfortably inside the house, which was quite small and cozy, we put down the groceries and had a much-needed and intense make out session.  He is half a foot taller than I am, as well as solid and wide.  A great, strong, cuddly bear!  He may be submissive but once in a while he grips me and takes control, which is as fun as it is sexy!  He excused himself and I set up dinner and dessert on the table.  He poured us tequila and we had some very good laughs over our meal together.

When the meal was finished I undressed him, taking off his shirt, revealing his black and yellow singlet.  I went to my knees and pulled off his sexy black cowboy boots, taking in the warm scent of their interiors! Fuck yeah!  I loved this position, looking up at him, his solid bear gut almost eclipsing his handsome rugged face making him seem to tower over me!  I then took off his shorts and excitedly mashed my face into his spandex-sealed crotch, gnawing at his thick, solid cock! Fuck yes!

We moved to the bedroom, passionately making out.  I pushed him onto the bed, and then gave him a full body massage.  My head swimming in my booze-induced buzz released any shreds of inhibition, and my heart opened, I wished to give him an amazing physical experience so I put my whole being into his massage.  I visualized myself forcing out his stress and filling him with my loving lustful energy.  I gradually slipped his singlet off and fox-licked him up and down, gnawing, biting, and worshiping his body.  My libido out of control.

I slipped away, and changed into my full body zentai suit, becoming a blue shadow, sliding back into bed, I wrapped myself around his beautiful form, cuddling him closely.  He took the lead now, and gave me a wonderful massage, he squeezed me and crushed me in his bear-strong arms, forcing the wind from my lungs just the way I love it.  It isn't a bear-hug until my breath is stolen!

My memory blurs, and I suspect I dozed off, I awoke to find him asleep next to me.  My mind is too awake at this point, so I snuck into the next room to write a little bit to wind down, before stripping naked and returning to bed, quite grateful for my big wrestler cowbear who rescued me from a place of stressful misery.

My gratitude, dear Mike.  You're such a beautiful man.

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

The Suburban Piggy Bank

August 7th, 2015

This evening my piggy slave, Bart picked me up for a retry of our plans the previous week, which were interrupted by an unfortunate turn of events thanks to a very ignorant and stupid bigot.

Our night started at dinner out, a small meal of an appetizer and a cocktail, a treat from my little piggy, followed by a little trip to the market for him to pick up a bottle of Moscato and Riesling, as well as a nice little cookie arrangement.  Once at his apartment, when we got out of the car I waited for the garage door to shut before ordering my piggy to set down my groceries, kneel down on his knees.  I told him to tell me just how he felt about serving and obeying my orders.  When he admitted that he was just in love with our whole arrangement, I thanked him and pulled open my fly, ordering him to suck my cock.  FUCK was that hot!

Once inside, we relaxed with wine, sweets, and conversation, starting everything with him licking my boots of course.  A few glasses later we headed upstairs for the real fun.  He stripped down, I leathered up in my gloves, jock, harness, and of course boots, and he resumed worship of my body and leather.  I then flogged him a bit with a small, slappy flogger that he provided.  He enjoyed it immensely and it made me hunger for a real flogger, a heavy one, a flogger with real might behind each throw of the falls. 

Following his flogging he took out a wad of $1's and proceeded to stuff them in my boots, jock, and harness, all the while praising me and telling me how much he loved me.  I felt like a goddamned go-go boy, seeing all the bills sticking out of my gear, it was such a turn on that I was flooding my jock with precum!  When he gave me the last bill, I took it and put it in his mouth, then took it from him with my teeth before kissing him deeply.  I knew he loved that just as much as I did.  I then stood over the bed and had him kneel on the floor next to me and watch as I plucked each bill from my body and counted it, sometimes dragging the bill across his face before placing it on the bed.  I ordered him to stack it for me before I put it away.

As a reward for his generous tribute, I had him lay on the bed face down, spread eagle, and I spanked him with his acrylic paddle for every dollar I received.  We kept going after the grand total until we reached 60 swats, because he's such a good little piggy bank slave!  I decided we should bring the evening to a close and ordered him to massage me for a wonderful while before we got ready for bed.  I tied up my piggy's hands, legs, and feet before wrapping my arms around him and drifting off to sleep.  It's almost like hugging your favorite toy.

In the morning my piggy was so happy to have spent the whole night in his Master's arms and ropes!  We showered and he bathed me very well, like a good slave should, so when it was his turn to soap up, I slicked up a finger and slid it into his ass gently.  I pulled him close and said into his ear that we would work on getting his tight little piggy hole ready to take his Master's cock, as well as drinking my piss.  He was delighted to hear it!

Afterwards we packed up, he served me coffee, and we left.  Once we arrived at my home, I kissed my loyal little piggy slave goodbye, until the next time he would serve me.

He's a very good little pig servant.  Who would have thought I'd find someone like this behind the Orange Curtain?

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

An Evening with My Pig Slave

July 10th, 2015

This evening my new piggy slave, Bart, picked me up after a week's worth of delightful texts from him, all messages of him groveling and worshiping me.  We were both very excited to hang out once again.  I directed my eager little piggy to drive us to BJ's for dinner and once there we had another evening of great and enjoyable conversation, many topics covered how I'd love to dominate him.  Like leashing him in a bar, tying him up in the wilderness, and ways he could best serve me.

After our dessert and cocktails, which he eagerly paid for and I happily accepted we headed back to his place where I was able to meet his very sexy roommate who we shared a glass of wine and some laughs with.  He knew about Bart, and was amused at the fun we were having.  My slave pig and I headed upstairs and once the door was shut, he got right to work, taking my boots off he then worshiped and massaged my feet, licking and kissing like a good boy.

When I was satisfied, I took off my clothes and had him massage my body, I almost always doze off during a particularly good rubbing, and the fact that I had a few drinks in me simply amplified the effect, as Bart is a wonderful masseuse for an amateur. A fantastic cocksucker as well! This pig has a tongue that can make some of the best moves on my dick!

Since we were both fading fast I decided to call it a night and grabbed the ropes in my bag.  I fulfilled his little slave fantasy of becoming my little trussed up pig prisoner, I bound his hands and ankles and turned off the light.  Holding him close to my naked body, I whispered in his ear,

"I own you now.  You are MY slave forever.  There is no escape.  You will serve ME always."

I felt a shiver in my arms and I smiled when he replied, "Yes, Master!"

In the morning I released my pig, who promptly gave me an amazing morning blowjob which I had forgotten that I had instructed him to do so, and he does fantastic work.  From there we showered and Bart bathed me in true slave fashion, lathering up my body, shampooing and rinsing my hair for me, then toweling me dry.  He was so happy to do so.  Downstairs we shared a cup of coffee and more laughs with his handsome roommate before heading back to my place.

As I got out of the car, I took a moment to kiss my happy piggy slave goodbye, and reminded him that his Master loves him.

He's one of the best slaves I've had the pleasure of owning.  I can't wait to torture him as a reward for his services.

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

The Wolf's Blade

June 6th, 2015

Tonight my buddy Mezwolf took me up to Pistons so we could meet up with our dates for the night.  I was incredibly excited to meet with the ever so dashing and handsome Daddy Dave!  Oh man, I've wanted to be his little boy toy ever since I first met him at a leather event I threw a few years ago, during my first year as a titleholder. 

Mez, his date, Daddy Kelly who happened to be bar tending that evening, and myself all hung around the front a bit shooting the shit before Kelly and his plaything for the evening headed out back to the patio.  I wasn't by myself for too long before a tall, clean shaven, and incredibly handsome leather Sir walked in with a shorter man following him closely.  I nodded and smiled wondering who this guy could be, then he smiled knowingly back at me my brain nearly overloaded.

This...THIS was Daddy Dave?!  This tall, beautiful, beefed up muscle leather Sir in tall boots, black pants, leather vest, wristband, Daddy cap...this Adonis was Daddy Dave!  I fell head over boots in boy love all over again! He introduced me to his friend, slave Jonathan, and then had me kneel.

He said "I think I remember promising you something." he then buckled his leather collar on my neck.  I was so happy I was shivering with excitement! He clicked the leash on the collar and shoved the leather handle in my mouth, ordered me to fetch his beer, then walked off to the patio.  I was grinning so wide as I held the leash firmly in my teeth, but careful not to slobber on it. 

Once back at his table, we all had great conversation together, talking, laughing, joking, and really getting to know each other.  At once point Mez dragged his date over to us, who was now dressed in a singlet and had us write things on his bare skin.  Fun stuff!

Daddy Dave then pulled me towards him, and pushed me down to his boots where I eagerly worshipped them as heartfelt and earnestly as possible!  I was so grateful to serve such a beautiful, powerful, and worthy man!  I wanted it to show as much as possible!  I wanted him to have no doubt that I wanted to be his boy toy!  Daddy Dave proceeded to shove my face into his crotch, feeling the power behind his hands, my mouth just a layer of denim away from his manhood, it made my cock throb!  I worshipped his groin like a good boy should!  With reckless abandon!

He pulled me up on my knees then pulled on a pair of leather gloves.  "I think you're going to like this." he said with a smile. "Oh YES Daddy! Thank you Daddy!" came my eager reply!  He slapped my face a few times, I endured it and thanked him, then he smothered me in his leather palms.  It was such bliss!  He aggressively turned me and bent me over my barstool, I knew what was coming and I truly disliked it, but for him I'd let Daddy Dave swat my ass to his heart's content.  They came gently and firmly, I could feel all the eyes of the bar upon me, and I relished in it!

More beer poured, more talk and laughs, more moments of domination until Daddy Dave asked me "Boy, does your mother ever see you shirtless?"  I answered that she does not, he shoved the leash in my mouth and took something out of his pocket.  Something made a snapping sound and I felt a sharp point begin to rake itself across my bare skin.  It was finally happening, he was running the blade of his pocketknife on me.

I was scared into a pleasure terror.  My thoughts turned to the last time I had seen him, a long time ago at the Faultline bar during a beer bust parking lot party.  He sat upon a stool in the middle of the parking lot, running the blade of a hunting knife along the skin of a shivering twink in the embrace of his arms.  It was like seeing a terrified rabbit in the drooling jaws of a wolf.  I had ached to be in that boy's place for ages, and now I finally was!  I was the shivering fox in the wolf's powerful maw, his teeth at my neck.  I stood as still as possible, barely daring to breathe, my eyes welling up with tears of joy as I stared upwards into the red light above.  I was his boy toy at long last, it felt so beautiful.

I was drunk and flying, sunk deeply in adoration, infatuation, and submission to Daddy Dave.  By the end of the night he had me on my knees and I had to work up the courage to ask him if I was to be his kidnapping hostage, or if I was to return home with Mez.  "I'm sorry boy, not tonight, but one evening soon I'll take you home, beat you, piss on you, and fuck you."

My eyes widened, "You'd fuck me, Sir?!" I prayed he wasn't playing a cruel joke.

"Yeah! I'll fuck you!" he said, smiling confidently.  My heart nearly burst as I thanked him, eyes welling up once more.  It was as if multiple fantasies of my deep dreams were coming true one after another!  He pulled me up into his arms, looked me deep in the eyes, and kissed me.

I could have died right there in that incredible moment.

He released me from his collar and bid me goodnight.  I said goodnight to Daddy Dave and slave Jonathan, giving them both my contact and blog cards, promising them a great read of the evening's events from my perspective.  We bid farewell to Kelly and Mez's date.  Once home, I collapsed into bed, smiling and wondering when I would become Daddy Dave's little bitch boy toy once more.

Kidnap me, Daddy Dave...lock me in your dungeon, leash me with heavy chain, run your polished blade across my skin, I'll be your happy little pet fox!

Play Safe Dear Reader.