So that you all don't fear that I have A) forgotten about you, B) been kidnapped (the real kind), C) been kidnapped (the sexy kind) by some dark, sexy man, or D) died; I wanted to just write a quick general post about what has been going on.
My new life in NYC is starting to settle down. I got a job with a really fantastic men's sportswear/fetishwear line called Nasty Pig. If you haven't heard of them before, they're worth checking out. In addition to making some really edgy clothes, they make excellent fetish gear. It's been rough acclimating to a life in retail, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. Nay, I'm actually starting to enjoy it a little. It can be a fun environment.
In addition to Nasty Pig, I've been doing night performances to make some extra cash. While it's mostly go-go dancing, I've also been doing bondage demo's every Friday night at a bar called Splash. It's sort of a dying pretty boy bar, which could not be more my scene, but the pay is pretty outstanding considering the complete lack of work on my part, and I like the guy who organizes the performers A LOT. He usually just has me dress up in something twinky and horrible, and put on a pg-13 show. Mostly it's just tying up the go-go boys, and playing with them a bit. One week I was Robin tying up Batman (he actually had me wear my new Robin costume which was kind of fun). Last week it was Cupid. That's right. Red soccer socks, white jock strap, wings, and a bow. I wish to god I was kidding. Thankfully, no pictures were taken. Ironically, last Friday, Splash hosted the Hookies (rentboy awards (yes, such a thing exists (yes, it is as horrifying as it is delicious))). And as all those sex workers got on stage and accepted their awards (best coitus), I couldn't help but look at my outfit and wonder who the real whore was. ^ _ ^
So work is good, and I'm not starving (I have had to reassure my mother on several occasions). Otherwise, I've been applying to school, spending time with friends, trying to navigate my relationship with Greg, letting David fuck with my head as usual, and pining over the vanilla boy I was casually dating last semester. More on all of these later. Maybe. Probably. We'll see.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Official tally
So for all you nay-sayers out there: I have just counted, and the results are in. I officially have 27 hairs on my chest, not including my nipples. Just you wait, by the time I am 30, I will be a decently furry little cub!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Bound at MAL
While I didn’t play much at MAL, I did have one particularly hot scene on the last night of my trip. I had casually known tieguy0007 for a year or so, and I really wanted to get roped by him this trip. We tried to make a more one-on-one time happen, but our schedules only lines up Sunday night when he was throwing a play party in his rooms. I had told him in advance I don’t need much play to keep me happy, and would be more than happy to just be kept bound and gagged during the party.
So Sunday night I went to his room and there were a bunch of people there. It was mostly him and the boys he had come with (who were almost entirely insufferable, but will do a post on that later), but there were already a few others there too. Codytx, who I had met before on my first trip to the NYBC was there getting tied already by a very handsome rope top whose contact info I need to get…*makes mental note*.
Robert (tieguy), had me strip to a jock and laid me down on my stomach. He quickly put me into one of the best hog ties I have ever experienced. Why was it the best? While everyone’s rubric for effective bondage may vary, I put a lot of emphasis on sustainability. I like bondage that I can stay in a while without being horribly uncomfortable and/or loosing circulation and having to get out. What’s more, I couldn’t escape. It was tight, inescapable, and comfortable…a near perfect hogtie. Unfortunately, he finished it off with a weak cleave gag. My most loyal of readers will know that gagging is huge for me, and pretty crucial to the bondage, still the tie was hot enough where I only slightly minded.
Once I was QUITE secure, Robert played with me a big. As far as I can tell, he had some sort of vibrating glove he used on me that was very hot. He played with my nipples a bit, my feet, all the while stroking my cock. Sure enough it didn’t take long for me to get close. I warned him and just as I was about to shoot he stopped. I struggled a bit in frustration, but that was all he was giving me.
This is when the night really started. He and another man moved me onto a small cushioned bench against the wall so I could be kept bound and gagged and out of the way of the rest of the party. Luckily, I was right near the door. As guests started to fill in, I had to make a spur of the moment choice. Would I let these guys fondle me, tease me, play with me? If I had made the decision before hand I would have said “no way”, but in the heat of the moment, it was undeniably hot. When the first stranger started to play with me, Robert’s friend who was keeping an eye on me asked if it was ok, and I have him the go ahead.
For the rest of the night, any guy who came in could tease and fondle me to his hearts content. I let them know when they did something I wasn’t cool with (sucking my dick, attempting any sort of ass play), but that was the only things I really had to put my foot down about. The rest just played with my cock, balls, or nips. Some handgagged me. Some stroked my body. And I felt completely vulnerable and helpless. It was incredibly exhilarating, and the first time I have ever done something like this.
I have to admit; one of the hottest aspects for me was staring up into their faces with a pleading expression, feeling powerless and at their mercy. What’s more, some of the men who came in were guys I had seen checking me out all weekend, whom I had no particular interest in. But it didn’t matter if I was into them or not. They came in, and found the boy they had been checking out completely helpless and unable to reject their advances. They could take advantage of me, because I was captured. I know this isn’t the case really, since I could have stopped everything at any given moment, but I let myself FEEL these emotions and the effect was truly exhilarating.
Another extremely hot aspect of the night was getting to watch everyone else get tied up. There were two or three other scenes that happened while I was on the side. The first was hot because for a while he was not blindfolded, and in brief moments we would lock eyes and share that unspoken moment where we both felt helpless. A feeling only we shared. The second was EXTREMELY hot because he fought and acted very resistant. His pleas of NO, NO, before having a gag stuffed in his mouth really fucking turned me on. He almost had me shooting at least five times, just from how hot his struggling was.
After three or four hours, everyone started clearing out and one of the boys jerked me off. I shot a lot, and shuddered under the power of that fucking orgasm. I had been kept on edge for a while, and the release was overwhelming. I was untied, thanked Robert, and headed back to the lobby. We are working on planning a trip for me to come visit him.
So Sunday night I went to his room and there were a bunch of people there. It was mostly him and the boys he had come with (who were almost entirely insufferable, but will do a post on that later), but there were already a few others there too. Codytx, who I had met before on my first trip to the NYBC was there getting tied already by a very handsome rope top whose contact info I need to get…*makes mental note*.
Robert (tieguy), had me strip to a jock and laid me down on my stomach. He quickly put me into one of the best hog ties I have ever experienced. Why was it the best? While everyone’s rubric for effective bondage may vary, I put a lot of emphasis on sustainability. I like bondage that I can stay in a while without being horribly uncomfortable and/or loosing circulation and having to get out. What’s more, I couldn’t escape. It was tight, inescapable, and comfortable…a near perfect hogtie. Unfortunately, he finished it off with a weak cleave gag. My most loyal of readers will know that gagging is huge for me, and pretty crucial to the bondage, still the tie was hot enough where I only slightly minded.
Once I was QUITE secure, Robert played with me a big. As far as I can tell, he had some sort of vibrating glove he used on me that was very hot. He played with my nipples a bit, my feet, all the while stroking my cock. Sure enough it didn’t take long for me to get close. I warned him and just as I was about to shoot he stopped. I struggled a bit in frustration, but that was all he was giving me.
This is when the night really started. He and another man moved me onto a small cushioned bench against the wall so I could be kept bound and gagged and out of the way of the rest of the party. Luckily, I was right near the door. As guests started to fill in, I had to make a spur of the moment choice. Would I let these guys fondle me, tease me, play with me? If I had made the decision before hand I would have said “no way”, but in the heat of the moment, it was undeniably hot. When the first stranger started to play with me, Robert’s friend who was keeping an eye on me asked if it was ok, and I have him the go ahead.
For the rest of the night, any guy who came in could tease and fondle me to his hearts content. I let them know when they did something I wasn’t cool with (sucking my dick, attempting any sort of ass play), but that was the only things I really had to put my foot down about. The rest just played with my cock, balls, or nips. Some handgagged me. Some stroked my body. And I felt completely vulnerable and helpless. It was incredibly exhilarating, and the first time I have ever done something like this.
I have to admit; one of the hottest aspects for me was staring up into their faces with a pleading expression, feeling powerless and at their mercy. What’s more, some of the men who came in were guys I had seen checking me out all weekend, whom I had no particular interest in. But it didn’t matter if I was into them or not. They came in, and found the boy they had been checking out completely helpless and unable to reject their advances. They could take advantage of me, because I was captured. I know this isn’t the case really, since I could have stopped everything at any given moment, but I let myself FEEL these emotions and the effect was truly exhilarating.
Another extremely hot aspect of the night was getting to watch everyone else get tied up. There were two or three other scenes that happened while I was on the side. The first was hot because for a while he was not blindfolded, and in brief moments we would lock eyes and share that unspoken moment where we both felt helpless. A feeling only we shared. The second was EXTREMELY hot because he fought and acted very resistant. His pleas of NO, NO, before having a gag stuffed in his mouth really fucking turned me on. He almost had me shooting at least five times, just from how hot his struggling was.
After three or four hours, everyone started clearing out and one of the boys jerked me off. I shot a lot, and shuddered under the power of that fucking orgasm. I had been kept on edge for a while, and the release was overwhelming. I was untied, thanked Robert, and headed back to the lobby. We are working on planning a trip for me to come visit him.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
MAL
I wasn't really prepared to sit down and write a post about MAL, but when I went to two of my fav blogs today I encountered this picture under the top post:
This is me with Masc Dude Writer, the creator of one of my favorite blogs. We have known each other on here for a while, and it was cool to finally meet him (and he is, coincidentally, good friend's with Neil (the hypnotist)). Check his blog out here if you haven't already.
Seeing the picture and everyone's posts on MAL, it inspired me to recap my own experience. Most of the weekend for me was about seeing old friends, exploring deeper connections with casual acquaintances, and meeting new people. I couldn't hide my excitement to see my friends from around the country, and those in DC who I had left a month ago when I moved. I got to see Papa Buff and Derek de Silva (though I didn't spend enough time with them:-(), Sir Larry, pup Ryan, and a whole slew of characters I have gotten to know over the years.
One of the most thrilling parts of the weekend, though, is strengthening a connection. There were a few men who I had met before and casually known who I ended up sharing an important conversation with. I found out DC's resident barber doesn't hate me (as I thought he did), a NY top was applying to the exact same program at FIT as I am, and a Brooklyn cub wanted me to be on the Folsom east planning committee. I also had the sincere pleasure of meeting some new people, however briefly. I spoke to a really cool lesbian (ok, I know the word cool is ridiculous, but seriously if you met her you would know that she just exudes the idea of "cool") who asked if I had considered going to leather leadership, played with a great rope top from New Orleans (post coming), and met a muscular boy who, as it turns out, had wanted me dead for the past few years because of some ex's of his I had played with (NOT while they were together). You never know who you will meet at these things ;-).
As many of you know I worked the RECON booth again, which is always great for me. Not only does working in the booth pay me, and allow me to spend all day with my BELOVED coworkers Ben and Garret, but working there also gives my weekend from structure. As we all know, boys (read: I) need structure. Especially on such a whirlwind weekend, having a specific job to do at a specific time each day really keeps you from getting swept away in the madness. Not to mention, working at the booth both forces and allows me to be social.
So yeah, all in all it was a pretty amazing MAL.
This is me with Masc Dude Writer, the creator of one of my favorite blogs. We have known each other on here for a while, and it was cool to finally meet him (and he is, coincidentally, good friend's with Neil (the hypnotist)). Check his blog out here if you haven't already.
Seeing the picture and everyone's posts on MAL, it inspired me to recap my own experience. Most of the weekend for me was about seeing old friends, exploring deeper connections with casual acquaintances, and meeting new people. I couldn't hide my excitement to see my friends from around the country, and those in DC who I had left a month ago when I moved. I got to see Papa Buff and Derek de Silva (though I didn't spend enough time with them:-(), Sir Larry, pup Ryan, and a whole slew of characters I have gotten to know over the years.
One of the most thrilling parts of the weekend, though, is strengthening a connection. There were a few men who I had met before and casually known who I ended up sharing an important conversation with. I found out DC's resident barber doesn't hate me (as I thought he did), a NY top was applying to the exact same program at FIT as I am, and a Brooklyn cub wanted me to be on the Folsom east planning committee. I also had the sincere pleasure of meeting some new people, however briefly. I spoke to a really cool lesbian (ok, I know the word cool is ridiculous, but seriously if you met her you would know that she just exudes the idea of "cool") who asked if I had considered going to leather leadership, played with a great rope top from New Orleans (post coming), and met a muscular boy who, as it turns out, had wanted me dead for the past few years because of some ex's of his I had played with (NOT while they were together). You never know who you will meet at these things ;-).
As many of you know I worked the RECON booth again, which is always great for me. Not only does working in the booth pay me, and allow me to spend all day with my BELOVED coworkers Ben and Garret, but working there also gives my weekend from structure. As we all know, boys (read: I) need structure. Especially on such a whirlwind weekend, having a specific job to do at a specific time each day really keeps you from getting swept away in the madness. Not to mention, working at the booth both forces and allows me to be social.
So yeah, all in all it was a pretty amazing MAL.
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