Tight

Hey guys. So you know how I always complain about not having anything to post about? Well lately I have had too much to post about! Which is why it has been so hard to pick which are worth the time of writing about. Which begs the question why have a blog if you are too lazy to write in it? Haha, oh well.

Today's post, despite the intro, is pretty short actually. It is sort of a public confession. As many of you know (especially those who know me in person), I am quite shameless about my BDSM interests and lifestyle. I am a proud and outspoken young man, and I tell people, rather casually, about all kinds of interests.

Despite all of this though, I do have a few interests that I am not as outspoken about. I wouldn't really say I am ashamed. That's not quite it exactly. It's more...I don't know. How to describe it. I know a lot of guys aren't really into it, and that some are really turned off by the idea; so I elect not to bring it up.

By the way, the IT is that I like tights/spandex. I think they are wicked hot. Now to be clear, I am not entirely "in the closet" with this interest. I have pics on my recon page with me bound and gagged in lycra suits. And I think I list that as an interest. I just, rarely bring it up with someone if they don't first.

I really don't know why I feel all weird when I talk about it or bring it up with guys I am talking to. Maybe I don't perceive it as very manly? I don't know. I really don't. But, you guys know me. I usually don't worry too much about why I get off on something. Why I think certain ways or preform certain behaviors: sure. But at the core of why some fetish turns me on, I think too many people spend too much time worried about it. Just enjoy it. And that is exactly what I'm gonna do. In fact, I was inspired to write this because I am about to go shopping for new tights right now!

And if you don't like it, fuck off! ;-)

Random day dreams

Today at work (Nasty Pig) I was wearing rolled up denim shorts, a white Nasty Pig shredder, some beat up white tube socks with green stripes, and my block high top chucks. I don't know why, but at one point I saw myself in the mirror and pictured myself standing before a Man with those tube socks stuffed in my mouth and my chucks tied to my balls and dangling between my legs. And once I had it in my head, it was hard to think of anything else.

Let's hear it for day dreams, huh?

UPDATE: 2:19am

Apparently dreams come true. A friend of mine saw this post and made a proposition to me. Wasn't sure on it, but I said what the fuck. 20 mins later he was at my place.

When he got here I was gagged with those skater socks I mentioned, naked, and had my balls tied. I stripped him, tied his hands behind his back, then tied him in simple chest harness. I gagged him with a plug gag and tied it to the harness. Lastly, I took my the chuck taylor high tops I was wearing all day and tied both to each of our balls. I tied my own wrists behind my back, and proceeded to play tug of war for twenty mins. It was young, and playful, but it was pretty hot.

I guess day dreams can come true.

Orders

You know, I wanted to write a bit about something that turns me on. I like being bossed around. I like being given orders and expected to complete them. Now while that may seem obvious to a lot of you who have read even one post on this blog, let me clarify. I enjoy this completely independently of any sort of Dom/sub relationship. The relationships I have written about before deal with love, trust, and emotional, mental, and sexual fulfillment. The type of orders I am talking about (lately at least) have been coming from a top I used to play with years ago, who I had developed a more platonic friendship with recently. Until a month or two ago, we hadn't played in a long time. Frankly I don't even remember how it happened, but recently we realized we both enjoyed the process of him giving me orders for fun.

This isn't really submission. There are aspects of it that deal with submission, but really this is just about sexual gratification for both parties. This is why a lot of people in the community would look down on such an exchange; "I'm not really submitting, I am just playing". And yeah, I am. And hey, I have no problem with that. Play is great! It's fun. It's non-serious. It doesn't add any additional responsibility to my life. Does it fulfill me like a Sir/boy relationship would? Of course not. But why does that matter? I don't expect it to meet all my needs, just this very specific one. When I get his emails with my instructions that he came up with, it makes my dick hard. It gets me all excited, and what more could I ask for from such a simple exchange?

Keep in mind: THIS IS NOT AN INVITATION FOR YOU ALL TO EMAIL ME ORDERS HAHAHA. He and I have a very well-established connection, which has a lot to do with why this works for us. However, please leave feedback or questions. Who knows what may be in store for me if he sees a lot of positive responses/requests on here!

Spring Cleaning

It is absolutely beautiful out. The weather is warm, but still crisp. The sun is shining. The birds are singing. I have the windows wide open and am ready to give my new apartment a vigorous spring cleaning. If only there were someone to put me in some gear or enforce some rules on me while I do. Oh well, I guess I will just enforce them myself. What do you think guys? Balls tied; sock gagged, collared? May not be much, but it beats cleaning normally! haha

Happy Spring!