School

Raise your hand if you start fashion school tomorrow.

*Raises hand*

Despite being obviously excited, I'm actually pretty nervous. Everything I have ever studied has been deeply rooted in intellectualism and academia. Fashion is about raw talent and technical skill (things I am not HALF as confident in as my intellectual prowess), and I just don't know if I have that sort of talent. It's not that I doubt I do. I just literally have no way to gauge my own ability or strength. I guess I'll find out. Here goes!

Fire Island

Hey guys, just got back from Fire Island, and I had an incredible time. Won't have time to post today or tomorrow, but will be posting pics soon.

UPDATE:

Relationships

It may interest you to know that I have gone on a few dates recently with a very sexy Daddy in NYC. And I have to admit, it's going pretty well so far. We've only gone on a few dates, but they have been pretty spectacular. We even spent the day together at Coney Island, and it was probably the best day of my entire summer. We have pretty spectacular chemistry, and I'm even missing him a little now that we haven't spoken in a few days. Cue "awwww"s.

Spending time with him and developing MODEST, completely EMBRYONIC feelings for him has made me start thinking a bit, and I have actually come to quite the realization. Out of the five guys whom I have had feelings for over the past six years, not one of them could have developed into a relationship. When I was 19, I fell for a guy with a bf. When I was 20, I fell for David who was in NYC while I was in DC. When I was 21, I had feelings for Greg, who lived in NYC while I was in DC. And sure enough, when I was 22, I was casually dating, and quite taken with a DC Cop who I never mentioned on this blog. Of course, we started seeing each other five months before I left for NYC. No matter the guy, there was always some external force that made a relationship unlikely/undesirable/impossible.

While I am not even remotely saying Phil and I are going to become boyfriends or that I would even want that... but it is the first time I have ever even been interested in where it COULD happen. There's no obvious reason we couldn't...which is frankly a bit strange to me, and yeah...a little intimidating. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to be David's boy, and there were even times when I considered being the Cop's boyfriend. I really WANTED to make it work. Still, there was a bit of a safety net in each one.

With Phil, or any guy that I meet now that I'm living in NYC full time, is a relationship the final destination of dating? I mean if I start to have feelings for a guy and visa versa... is a relationship inevitable? And if not, what else is there? Fuck buddies who have serious romantic feelings for one another? I REPEAT: I AM NOT SAYING I WANT A RELATIONSHIP WITH PHIL. It's just that there is no real reason things couldn't develop if they do so naturally.

Kind of weird, huh?

I guess we'll see what happens.

Resources

Recently, one of my readers got in touch with me about some issues he has been dealing with, some of them stemming from his interest in leather and BDSM. It helped remind me why I started this blog in the first place. Among other reasons, I wanted my experiences and thoughts to be a resource for others; for those young and old newcomers to this community.

No matter what you get from this blog though, I wanted to share a few of the resources I have used to help better educate myself on issues that matter to me. Most of these are available on amazon or ebay.

Guy Baldwin: The Ties that Bind
Larry Townsend: The Leatherman's Handbook
Mark Thompson: Leatherfolk

If you know of another resource that you've found to be useful or educational, please leave it in the comments section.

Slow July

Well it is officially August. Which means I haven't posted in almost a month. Have I been a lazy slacker? Yeah, sort of. But to be honest, there really hasn't been that much to blog about. There have been a few developments here or there that may one day become blog worthy, but for now things have been pretty slow.

Granted, I have also been a bit of a slacker. And anyone with a creative solution on how I can be more disciplined in updating regularly, I'll be glad to hear it. Until then, here is a brief story of when I tied an old friend of mine about two weeks ago.

0.5in;">On the bus back to NYC, I got a text from my friend Andrew. He said he was in the city and wanted to know if I could meet up. Andrew was one of my first bondage friends. We met online (on planetout.com hahahah) when I was sixteen. He was from PA but stayed in OC during the summer and was really curious about bondage. When we were young we would play all night tie up games, and he quickly discovered he was a big cbt pig. He is cute, but isn’t really what you would call hot. He’s very Italian (read: hairy), and def has a few extra pounds (but not in a sexy way). We hadn’t really spoken much since college, mostly because he had sort of fallen for me in our youth. So I was a bit surprised to receive his text.

I told him I wouldn’t be getting in till late, but if he was up for it I could do a quick once over on him. I quickly ascertained from his texts that he was a bit drunk, but I didn’t really care. I got home around 2 am and told him to get over. I buzzed him up and left a note on my door saying “Strip. Gag yourself. Blindfold yourself. Knock”. I watched him perform these tasks through the keyhole. I was especially turned on when he stuffed my new huge ball gag in his mouth. I had already stripped down the just a pair of socks.

I opened the door and he entered. I grabbed his clothes and tossed them into my room. I led him into my room and shut the door. Once inside I went to work tying his wrists. Then I quickly tied him into a chest harness. Knowing what a cbt pig he is, I tied his cock and balls especially tight, wrapping until his balls were pressed tightly against his cock head. I lead him over to a chair and sat him down. I tied his ankles on either side of the chair, up to his back harness, then back down; suspending them.

I could tell he was already having trouble with the huge ball gag, so I took it out. I grabbed one of my dress socks I’d worn (and sweated up) to my cousin’s wedding that day, and stuffed it in his mouth. I grabbed a pair of my nylon tights and put the crotch over his head, twisted the legs, and used them to create a hood with the legs covering his mouth.

For the next twenty mins, I went to work on his nuts. I started by tying my sneakers too them and letting them hang from his nuts. While they hung, I was torturous. I flicked his nuts with my fingers. Slapped them in my hand. Smacked them with a ruler. Punched. Kinked. Squeezed. I brought him close to crying a few times, but always stopped just short.

After about twenty mins, I wanted to see if I could make him cum. He has this really weird thing where he can only come a very specific way, i.e. by rubbing cloth/blanket on his dick head and no where else. I gave it my all with a hand towel, but quickly got bored with the endeavor and gave up.

Realizing I wouldn’t be getting him to cum, and not seeing any particularly hot way I could use him to cum in his position (and also seeing the clock) I decided to call it a night. I untied him from the chair and undid everything but the hood. I led him to the door. Undid the hood, took the sock out of his mouth, opened the door, and shoved him out. I tossed his shit out the door, closed it, and locked it. He never saw me, and was clearly confused. Disoriented, he took off his blindfold, dressed, and left.

I went back inside. Gagged myself with the other dress sock from the wedding, and jerked off.