Last week at the Eagle

Again, this is a recap post trying to keep you all up to date on whats been going on. So last week I went to the eagle with the same Sir as in my previous post. For a while now the idea of exhibitionism/public display have intrigued me greatly. Mixed with bondage, it also becomes objectification (which I have always found hot). The idea of being kept bound, gagged, and, possibly, stripped in public has always been a really hot idea to me. I don't mean public as in secretly, getting off on the thrill of almost being caught. Rather, in a public of consenting adults who would mostly be pleased by the sight.
I arrived at Sir's and he knelt me by his couch to have a brief chat about slavery/submission. It was really illuminating for me. As most newbies in the scene already know, idenities like boy, sub, pup, and slave are obviously self identified and therefore only have loose definitions. Still, talking to Larry really cleared up some of the intangibility of some of these identities and made things a lot more easy for me to grasp. After talking to him, I am more sure of my boy identity than I have ever been. Did you hear that world? At this time in my life, I am a boy! hahaha
So after the talk, Sir took me to the Eagle. For those of you unaware, there are Eagle bars all across the country that typically act as the main leather bar of the city. At the DC Eagle, Sir took me upstairs where it was a bit more dark and typically reserved for people actually in leather. Once we got up there Sir said hi to a few friends while I stood (always) a step behind him on his left. When spoken to, I was very polite, eager, and hopefully charming. If I wasn't spoken to, I was silent. This lasted for about ten mins or so until Sir decided it was time to put me in more suitable attire. He stripped me down to a white jock strap, my sneakers, and white crew socks. *Sidenote: for those of you who don't know, SNEAKERS ARE A HUGE FAUX PAS IN ACTUAL LEATHER JOINTS. I did not have boots at the time, but have since purchased an inexpensive pair!* After being stripped, I was mitted and then wrists cuffed behind my back. Lastly, I was gagged tightly with a black ballgag. For the next fifteen mins or so I just followed Sir around as he socialized. It really felt amazing. I loved every minute of it because it was a clear visual cue of my inner submissive nature. I was not only recognized as a sub, but was humbled by a Sir and given a clear purpose.
It was then that several young college guys I know from a rival school showed up to recruit people for an HIV study they were conducting. It was slightly awkward at first to be seen like this by people who not only didn't know me in this context, but were not a part of, and probably didn't understand the leather scene. Still, their company was well appreciated as I am a huge supporter of HIV/AIDS outreach initiatives, research, and education. I got back into regular garb to participate in the study and 30 mins later came back and got into my mitts and gag. We spent another 40 mins or so there just socializing, obviously with me being admired but recognized as a sub, and not addressed directly. All in all, it was a great night of exploration. Hope to do it again.

Alright, sorry for the delay

So its been about three months since I last posted, and quite a bit has happened.

I arrived back at school for my final year after one of the most difficult summers of my life. I lost the Sir I loved more than anything, and with it, lost the ability to express myself as a boy. I was never aware at how much of a sub I was until I met Him, and now that he is gone I really just don't know what to do. No more bed time, no more grade minimums, no more any of it... Still, I have to keep chugging along with life.

I had met a local DC Sir a year or so ago just to grab coffee and discuss Dom/sub, Master/slave relationships. Sir Larry and I clicked well from that first meeting, but it never turned into actual boy training until about 6 months ago. He would have me over for random chores (polishing His leathers) or play. Coming back off the summer, I def wanted to reconnect with him. So far we have met up twice. On the first occasion, Sir tied me face down spread eagle to his bed and gagged me with his dirty briefs. Since I have quite the hairy little butt, he thought it was best if he shaved it smooth and proceeded to do so over the next twenty minutes. While I was still tied, I could tell just from his touch that I was perfectly smooth. For him, this meant I was finally primed for a good spanking.
Now one of the reasons I had met up with Sir in the first place was to expand my pain limits. I have a very low tolerance for pain and as an experienced and weathered SM top, I knew I could trust him to help me open up. This was our first spanking session, and it ended up being a really hot scene. He started very lightly; giving me soft open palmed slaps on each cheek. He would gradually, but steadily increase the intensity and I was surprised at how hard I was. With the non-spanking hand he would stroke my raging hard on which pressed against the sheets in between my legs. My NY Daddy had only ever used spanking for real discipline, so I was surprised at how into it I was. He would occasionally ask if I wanted it harder. Without even thinking I would BEG him through my gag for harder smacks. After a point I could tell he was really using my ass hard and I was really turned on. I moaned into my gag with every smack and he kept jerking me off. Inevitably, I ended up shooting a huge load all over the bed mid spank.

More to come, and once I am done catching up I will be updating this much more regularly.