As I have indicated in a past update, I have weekly training sessions with Sir Larry. On days when I meet up with him, I wear what he has defined as my boy's uniform. When he first described this a year or two ago, I would wear it just to meet up with him. Lately, however, I put it on first thing in the morning on the days we meet. I enjoy the feeling of wearing it during my daily labors; class, studying, work, etc... It gives me a feeling of correctness, or rightness.
My boy uniform consists of:
One pair running sneakers
One pair white ankle socks
One pair dark blue jeans
One pair white briefs
One white tee shirt
One black leather belt (he likes my studded one)
It may not be what you idealize. I know, especially, the substitution of sneakers for boots will make some of your old guard leather types turn up your noses a bit. But this uniform works for me, and it pleases him. And I am more than happy to wear it.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Code
So a month or so ago a friend of mine (and Sir Larry's partner) told me he was producing a new monthly gear party in DC and was hoping I would be able to help him out on the night of the party. Being that I am helpful, kinky, and submissive; I told him I would be delighted to. He described what he had envisioned for the environment, which consisted of boys bound and gagged in gear littered throughout the premises, and asked if I would be interested in getting tied. I love being kept bound and gagged in public, so I told him I would be happy to. Being that I am one of few rope tops in DC though, I told him I would be happy to tie others just as much. Eventually, David told me he would love it if I could tie up a tall, muscular military man and a twenty year old muscle boy. I was happy to oblige. Well, I have to admit there was some hesitation, but we will get to that when it comes.
Come Saturday, I arrived at the bar around 11:15 to find that the place was already mobbed. I was shocked at how packed the bar was, and soon found it was my responsibility to lure people into another, less crowded room with my first demo. Now I had never done a public rope demo before, so I have to admit I was a bit nervous. I'm definitely a damn good rope top (especially for my age), but I still have A LOT to learn. Plus, there is a certain maturity and responsibility involved with heavy rope bondage that I think I need to develop. Still, I had a job to do and I was ready to do it.
Now I had already spoken with military man (Matt), and I could tell he was nervous. Not only was this his first time being tied in public, but David had forgotten to pack a hood so his head was not going to be completely covered. Still, we had played before and he trusted me (and my skill). As per David's request, I put him in a hogtie that was quite restrictive, but not immobilizing (after all, I wanted him to struggle for entertainment). The nice thing about Matt is that he LOVES to struggle, and put on a great show in his desperate efforts to escape. I could tell the crowd was loving it. In fact, at one point in the demo, when I was on top of Matt and wrapping several layers of duct tape around his head, I heard an audience member suddenly yell out "OH FUCK!". I turned and saw him with his mouth open, in lusty wonder at the vision I had provided. Could you blame him? I was rock hard too!
After this, Matt struggled for about an hour while I kept an eye on him, talked to the crowd, and hung out with some of my friends. After I untied him, I was coiling my rope when David approached me with a young muscular blond boy in a singlet. He introduced us and told me that Hollister (ugh, his rather appalling porn name), was my next victim. I quickly discovered that Hollister didn't really have much of an interest in BDSM (or any idea what was really going on). This was somewhat difficult since David had asked me to play with him (unlike Matt who I just bound and gagged) without giving any specific instructions. So with little "Domming" experience, minor instruction, and no feedback from "Hollister" (not too mention the confines of a public space); I went into the scene with trepidation. I mean what could I do? There was no sex allowed, and Hollister couldn't handle a prolonged or even mildly intense SM scene.
So what did I do? Well, not much. I tied him as you could see and anchored him to the ceiling so he had limited (but strugglable) maneuverability. After that I just sort of kept alternating between the same basic acts. I'd make out with him, play with his nipples, play with his balls, spank him, and stroke his cock. I mean I interspersed twisting nipples/biting, bare assed spanking and over singlet spanking; but really it was pretty basic. For most of the crowd (and yes there was a crowd), it was more about watching two young hot boys in singlets fool around with rope.
By the time I untied Hollister, it was pretty late and a lot of the crowd had disappeared (including most of my friends), so I didn't really get to have much casual fun. Still, I got to tie up two hot guys and had a hard on for most of the evening, so I guess I can't really complain.
For more pics and info from code, check out there website http://www.codedc.com/
Come Saturday, I arrived at the bar around 11:15 to find that the place was already mobbed. I was shocked at how packed the bar was, and soon found it was my responsibility to lure people into another, less crowded room with my first demo. Now I had never done a public rope demo before, so I have to admit I was a bit nervous. I'm definitely a damn good rope top (especially for my age), but I still have A LOT to learn. Plus, there is a certain maturity and responsibility involved with heavy rope bondage that I think I need to develop. Still, I had a job to do and I was ready to do it.
Now I had already spoken with military man (Matt), and I could tell he was nervous. Not only was this his first time being tied in public, but David had forgotten to pack a hood so his head was not going to be completely covered. Still, we had played before and he trusted me (and my skill). As per David's request, I put him in a hogtie that was quite restrictive, but not immobilizing (after all, I wanted him to struggle for entertainment). The nice thing about Matt is that he LOVES to struggle, and put on a great show in his desperate efforts to escape. I could tell the crowd was loving it. In fact, at one point in the demo, when I was on top of Matt and wrapping several layers of duct tape around his head, I heard an audience member suddenly yell out "OH FUCK!". I turned and saw him with his mouth open, in lusty wonder at the vision I had provided. Could you blame him? I was rock hard too!
After this, Matt struggled for about an hour while I kept an eye on him, talked to the crowd, and hung out with some of my friends. After I untied him, I was coiling my rope when David approached me with a young muscular blond boy in a singlet. He introduced us and told me that Hollister (ugh, his rather appalling porn name), was my next victim. I quickly discovered that Hollister didn't really have much of an interest in BDSM (or any idea what was really going on). This was somewhat difficult since David had asked me to play with him (unlike Matt who I just bound and gagged) without giving any specific instructions. So with little "Domming" experience, minor instruction, and no feedback from "Hollister" (not too mention the confines of a public space); I went into the scene with trepidation. I mean what could I do? There was no sex allowed, and Hollister couldn't handle a prolonged or even mildly intense SM scene.
So what did I do? Well, not much. I tied him as you could see and anchored him to the ceiling so he had limited (but strugglable) maneuverability. After that I just sort of kept alternating between the same basic acts. I'd make out with him, play with his nipples, play with his balls, spank him, and stroke his cock. I mean I interspersed twisting nipples/biting, bare assed spanking and over singlet spanking; but really it was pretty basic. For most of the crowd (and yes there was a crowd), it was more about watching two young hot boys in singlets fool around with rope.
By the time I untied Hollister, it was pretty late and a lot of the crowd had disappeared (including most of my friends), so I didn't really get to have much casual fun. Still, I got to tie up two hot guys and had a hard on for most of the evening, so I guess I can't really complain.
For more pics and info from code, check out there website http://www.codedc.com/
Thursday, September 3, 2009
The human footstool
Last night I went to Sir Larry's as part of my weekly training schedule. There will be more on this to come, but for now I just want to discuss a specific service I provided last night. After we had fooled around and He came, he took me to the living room and ordered me on all fours. He took a seat on the couch, turned on the BBC, and used me as a human foot stool for about twenty to thirty mins.
This was the first time this has ever really happened to me, and I have to admit, I rather enjoyed it. For anyone who has ever read Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, you'll be familiar with his assertion that technology combined with the fast pace of modern human life leaves us almost no time to just think. To stop trying to engage and just think. Last night, on all fours with Sir's sneaker tied to my face and his feet resting on my back, there was a meditation-like quality to the experience. Whats more, there was a certain privacy I felt down on the floor. Maybe a privacy of thought. In many ways, I was in my own little world. And even more than my own room, or bed...I felt very much like I was in my own private space in the world.
Of course, I can't discount the feeling of the situation itself. Being a human footstool gives the tiniest twinge of humiliation, with the soft contentment of servitude. I was naked on all fours, objectified for the man I serve. It was exhilarating, for sure, and my cock remained full (though not stiff) the entire time. But it was these feelings of servile contentment coupled with the privacy of my own thoughts within that position that truly made the experience worthwhile for me as a boy.
I very much hope for this form of servitude to be a regular part of my training.
This was the first time this has ever really happened to me, and I have to admit, I rather enjoyed it. For anyone who has ever read Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, you'll be familiar with his assertion that technology combined with the fast pace of modern human life leaves us almost no time to just think. To stop trying to engage and just think. Last night, on all fours with Sir's sneaker tied to my face and his feet resting on my back, there was a meditation-like quality to the experience. Whats more, there was a certain privacy I felt down on the floor. Maybe a privacy of thought. In many ways, I was in my own little world. And even more than my own room, or bed...I felt very much like I was in my own private space in the world.
Of course, I can't discount the feeling of the situation itself. Being a human footstool gives the tiniest twinge of humiliation, with the soft contentment of servitude. I was naked on all fours, objectified for the man I serve. It was exhilarating, for sure, and my cock remained full (though not stiff) the entire time. But it was these feelings of servile contentment coupled with the privacy of my own thoughts within that position that truly made the experience worthwhile for me as a boy.
I very much hope for this form of servitude to be a regular part of my training.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
IT'S FINALLY SEPTEMBER!
UGH!
As mentioned in my previous post, August is just the worst. But now that September has finally come around (bringing in tow BEAUTIFUL weather), I have the vim and vigor to finally start writing again (not to mention the time, energy, and experience). I'm into my second week of classes, all my residents have moved in, and things are finally starting to settle down. So you can all expect several posts a week again, starting today!
I figured I would kick off my return to blogging in a very similar way that I first started: education. Recently, the AIDS Committee of Toronto (ACT) released a booklet detailing safe methods of practicing BDSM. Most of you will probably have seen this by now, but I think it's important to post anyway (especially for those who have not read it yet). Not only does it describe methods of protecting yourself from STI's such as HIV/AIDS and Hep C, but the booklet also details safe methods of play in addition to general information we should all know about BDSM. It's called "BDSM, Safer Kinky Sex" and since I don't know how to attach it as a file, you can read it here.
It really is worth taking the time to read, even for those of you/us who think you/we know everything.
As mentioned in my previous post, August is just the worst. But now that September has finally come around (bringing in tow BEAUTIFUL weather), I have the vim and vigor to finally start writing again (not to mention the time, energy, and experience). I'm into my second week of classes, all my residents have moved in, and things are finally starting to settle down. So you can all expect several posts a week again, starting today!
I figured I would kick off my return to blogging in a very similar way that I first started: education. Recently, the AIDS Committee of Toronto (ACT) released a booklet detailing safe methods of practicing BDSM. Most of you will probably have seen this by now, but I think it's important to post anyway (especially for those who have not read it yet). Not only does it describe methods of protecting yourself from STI's such as HIV/AIDS and Hep C, but the booklet also details safe methods of play in addition to general information we should all know about BDSM. It's called "BDSM, Safer Kinky Sex" and since I don't know how to attach it as a file, you can read it here.
It really is worth taking the time to read, even for those of you/us who think you/we know everything.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The thing about August
August sucks. My life gets put on hold for about three weeks during RA training and new student move in. Posts will resume towards the end of August.
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