I wanted to post one quick note today that I think is crucial. It's crucial, because I think it says a lot about how I became such an open person.
On Sunday during IML, I realized it had been far too long since I had spoken to my mother (over a week which is REALLY long for us). She knew I was in Chicago, but not really for what. She knew it was a big leather event, but that doesn't mean much to her hehe. I texted her and told her I would call her from the airport on Monday. So I called her waiting for my plain and she asked all about the weekend. She didn't ask for many details, but clearly she wanted to be supportive. She even asked me to send pics I took from the weekend (some of them;-)). When we were saying goodbye, she said this to me:
"Congratulations on going out and finding what makes you happy".
Thats right, folks, my Mom is amazing.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
IML Overview
Well, I'm sick. Sick, sick, sick I'm afraid. I pushed myself a little bit too hard this past weekend, and running around in naught but a jock strap in the chilled market probably wasn't great for the old immune system. Still, I think it was worth it.
My first IML was an experience, to say the least. It had all the elements of any good weekend; laughter, tears (will explain later), incredible orgasms, good friends, good food, and plenty of booze! Over the next few days I will start writing up more vivid accounts of my weekend and it's exploits. For now I thought I would just post some pictures of me and the people who made my weekend everything that it was. Thanks to all of you! Miss you already ^ _ ^.
My first IML was an experience, to say the least. It had all the elements of any good weekend; laughter, tears (will explain later), incredible orgasms, good friends, good food, and plenty of booze! Over the next few days I will start writing up more vivid accounts of my weekend and it's exploits. For now I thought I would just post some pictures of me and the people who made my weekend everything that it was. Thanks to all of you! Miss you already ^ _ ^.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
And now for something we think you'll really enjoy!
So there hasn't been much to report lately. It hasn't even been an issue of being busy really. I was home visiting the fam for a week wherein NOTHING happened (and I don't just mean nothing kinky). I have been in NYC for two days and have had two french lessons with Bob (but its so beautiful out that we just did them in central park instead of the bondage idea). I saw Greg, which was wonderful. But nothing really screaming to be posted.
However, tomorrow morning I head to Chicago for my first IML, and it is certainly shaping up to be an epic, of sorts. Truly, all the elements are in place for an epic on scale with "Gone with the Wind" or even The Odyssey. Of course I will be having all sorts of hot play, heavy laughs with some new and old friends, the adventure of exploring something so vast on my own, and the drama of seeing David again for the first time in 9 months (which I realize now is almost inevitable since I will be working the recon booth). Not to mention, Greg will be there. We agreed to go separately, since going together would really limit the experiences we could have. Still, it will be interesting to see how well that works.
And to top it all off, one little leather boy is about to turn 22! Can you believe it? Let's face it, twinks are old by twenty one, and ancient by 25. So I better get my kicks while I'm still young enough to get them! hahahah Still, as I go through my twenties, I hope to experience a metamorphosis of sorts. I'll go in a cute young twink, and hopefully come out someone more handsome than cute, maybe grow a little chest hair, with the maturity of a boy who is fully in touch with his submissive side. Until then, I intend to live up my youth! HAPPY soon-to-be-BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! ^ _ ^
However, tomorrow morning I head to Chicago for my first IML, and it is certainly shaping up to be an epic, of sorts. Truly, all the elements are in place for an epic on scale with "Gone with the Wind" or even The Odyssey. Of course I will be having all sorts of hot play, heavy laughs with some new and old friends, the adventure of exploring something so vast on my own, and the drama of seeing David again for the first time in 9 months (which I realize now is almost inevitable since I will be working the recon booth). Not to mention, Greg will be there. We agreed to go separately, since going together would really limit the experiences we could have. Still, it will be interesting to see how well that works.
And to top it all off, one little leather boy is about to turn 22! Can you believe it? Let's face it, twinks are old by twenty one, and ancient by 25. So I better get my kicks while I'm still young enough to get them! hahahah Still, as I go through my twenties, I hope to experience a metamorphosis of sorts. I'll go in a cute young twink, and hopefully come out someone more handsome than cute, maybe grow a little chest hair, with the maturity of a boy who is fully in touch with his submissive side. Until then, I intend to live up my youth! HAPPY soon-to-be-BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! ^ _ ^
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Servitude
One of my greatest desires as a boy is to provide service. Sexual, of course, but also domestic. I find it both humbling and infinitely rewarding. For starters, I actually like to clean. With my life so full of academics, internships, jobs, etc... progress can be so difficult to measure. But when I'm cleaning, it allows me to focus on a simple task in front of me. When I'm finished, I can look at the work I have put in and see the obvious results. And when you add in that I'm serving a Man, the pay-off doubles.
Now, this semester has been pretty hard on me time-wise. With an internship, full academic schedule, and three jobs; I had to make a lot of sacrifices. One of the first things to go was servitude. In the past two weeks, the semester has slowly drawn to a close (ONLY TWO MORE FINALS LEFT!), which has freed up some time for me. One of the first things I did was email Sir Larry and BEG him to let me serve him. I'm getting excited right now, even as I type this. I begged him to train me a bit more, push my submission and my obedience. Thankfully, he did.
He instructed me to be at his place at 5. He wouldn't be home from work until around 6:30. He would leave a key for me at the desk. Instructions would be waiting when I arrived. I felt exhilarated by the prospect, and on the day of my service I would anxiously check the time every half hour or so.
I showed up at 5, as instructed. I got the key from the front desk and went up to his apartment. When I got in, I put my bag down and looked for instructions on the front table. They were there; succinct, specific, absolute. A ball gag lay on the table, next to the instructions.
boy,
Welcome. Strip to your underpants. Put the gag in your mouth. Here are your tasks:
1. Clean the guest bathroom.
2. Clean the master bathroom.
3. Clean my sling rack (use windex).
Supplies are on the kitchen counter. I'll be home around 6:30.
Sir
The simplicity of it excited me more than I can describe. There were no frills, no specifically sexy language. I was his servant, and here were my instructions.
Now, I'm not going to describe my labors in detail. No matter how much you may like this blog, I doubt any of you will be particularly enthralled by an epic depiction of cleaning a toilet. hahah. However, I do want to impart just how meaningful each labor was. It is rather difficult to describe, but I really am trying. It isn't that there is a "thrill" in preforming these activities. It's more that there is a sense of....right. I think that is the best word I can find to describe it. Ball gagged, stripped to my white briefs, on my hands and knees scrubbing a bathroom floor (no, not a bathroom floor, Sir Larry's bathroom floor)...it all just felt right. What's more, the fact that he wasn't there only furthered this feeling. It wasn't just a sex game. My worth wasn't measured by how much I could turn him on or anything like that. I was measured by my utility, and my ability to submit to a Dominant man's authority outside of a playspace.
It isn't so much the event that I am looking to describe in this post, so much as what its like to crave that sort of servitude. For me, a lot of my experience as a boy, emotionally speaking, is deeply rooted in the mentoring and fostering that happens between a Sir and boy. But as much as I am a boy who needs to be taken care of, I am also a servant that needs tasks and chores. Being stripped and gagged really helps me get to that servile headspace, but it isn't necessarily a requirement. It's more about being given an order, seeing its value to my Sir, and preforming it with enthusiasm and diligence.
I'm sorry, I know this is somewhat of a rant and one of my more poorly organized posts, but it really is hard to explain. This is one of the areas I am still figuring out about myself. Coming off of a semester that was very light in terms of submission, I find the need to obey welling up inside me more and more each day. I need chores, tasks, orders, rules, discipline....all of it. This need is emotional, sexual, and intellectual; and the more I understand it...the more I can regularly incorporate it into my life.
Now, this semester has been pretty hard on me time-wise. With an internship, full academic schedule, and three jobs; I had to make a lot of sacrifices. One of the first things to go was servitude. In the past two weeks, the semester has slowly drawn to a close (ONLY TWO MORE FINALS LEFT!), which has freed up some time for me. One of the first things I did was email Sir Larry and BEG him to let me serve him. I'm getting excited right now, even as I type this. I begged him to train me a bit more, push my submission and my obedience. Thankfully, he did.
He instructed me to be at his place at 5. He wouldn't be home from work until around 6:30. He would leave a key for me at the desk. Instructions would be waiting when I arrived. I felt exhilarated by the prospect, and on the day of my service I would anxiously check the time every half hour or so.
I showed up at 5, as instructed. I got the key from the front desk and went up to his apartment. When I got in, I put my bag down and looked for instructions on the front table. They were there; succinct, specific, absolute. A ball gag lay on the table, next to the instructions.
boy,
Welcome. Strip to your underpants. Put the gag in your mouth. Here are your tasks:
1. Clean the guest bathroom.
2. Clean the master bathroom.
3. Clean my sling rack (use windex).
Supplies are on the kitchen counter. I'll be home around 6:30.
Sir
The simplicity of it excited me more than I can describe. There were no frills, no specifically sexy language. I was his servant, and here were my instructions.
Now, I'm not going to describe my labors in detail. No matter how much you may like this blog, I doubt any of you will be particularly enthralled by an epic depiction of cleaning a toilet. hahah. However, I do want to impart just how meaningful each labor was. It is rather difficult to describe, but I really am trying. It isn't that there is a "thrill" in preforming these activities. It's more that there is a sense of....right. I think that is the best word I can find to describe it. Ball gagged, stripped to my white briefs, on my hands and knees scrubbing a bathroom floor (no, not a bathroom floor, Sir Larry's bathroom floor)...it all just felt right. What's more, the fact that he wasn't there only furthered this feeling. It wasn't just a sex game. My worth wasn't measured by how much I could turn him on or anything like that. I was measured by my utility, and my ability to submit to a Dominant man's authority outside of a playspace.
It isn't so much the event that I am looking to describe in this post, so much as what its like to crave that sort of servitude. For me, a lot of my experience as a boy, emotionally speaking, is deeply rooted in the mentoring and fostering that happens between a Sir and boy. But as much as I am a boy who needs to be taken care of, I am also a servant that needs tasks and chores. Being stripped and gagged really helps me get to that servile headspace, but it isn't necessarily a requirement. It's more about being given an order, seeing its value to my Sir, and preforming it with enthusiasm and diligence.
I'm sorry, I know this is somewhat of a rant and one of my more poorly organized posts, but it really is hard to explain. This is one of the areas I am still figuring out about myself. Coming off of a semester that was very light in terms of submission, I find the need to obey welling up inside me more and more each day. I need chores, tasks, orders, rules, discipline....all of it. This need is emotional, sexual, and intellectual; and the more I understand it...the more I can regularly incorporate it into my life.
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