Jul 25, 2012

Just Some Blog Stuff...

Here's just some stuff to keep you updated.  I've decided to switch things up a bit and try to change the background image of my blog every now and then.  I haven't mentioned it yet, but I drew the image that was in my background.  Since I enjoy drawing, I'll continue to draw images for the background in my spare time.  For my regular readers, I'm sure you've noticed a few tweaks recently, but I think I've just about found the right set up for my blog.  Now that the new background image is up, here's the old one and the new one in there original state (not darkened for easier reading).



Jul 18, 2012

Bicycler

Well I've got a treat for you guys tonight!  As you've probably read here, during my time in Minneapolis for Twin Cities Pride, I finally got the opportunity to get tied up by Bicycler.  His rope work is absolutely beautiful!  He also makes some of his own leather gear, which I also got to try out and model!  I promised pictures as soon as I got them.  Well, I got them tonight!  Enjoy!





Jul 15, 2012

A Night of Bondage

I recently had the chance to finally meet a guy for some bondage that I first started chatting with over five years ago.  I have to say, it was well worth the wait!  In fact, the experience proved to me that there is life down here in the sunshine state!  I arrived at his home and after a brief chat, was given the grand tour of the play space.  The space was far beyond anything I had ever seen here in Florida.  I had an amazing time trying out a lot (but only a small fraction) of the bondage gear and furniture at our disposal.  In fact, it was quite the tour of gear.

We started simply enough with a bondage table.  After being strapped down to it, I was subjected to a little bit of electro. After a little teasing, I was removed from the table and lead to a heavy wooden frame.  The frame extended from the floor on both sides of me, then above my head.  My arms and legs were spread to each corner as I stood in the middle of this frame. During this process, I was blind.  The next thing I felt was rope being wrapped around my body.  After the rope harness was complete, it was meticulously tied to eye bolts in the frame surrounding me, until my body was held rigid in a web of rope. Electro continued where it left off, along with the teasing.  Eventually, it was time to move on to the next of many positions of my time there.  I was lead out of the playroom to a room with a little more empty floor space for some quality time in a vac rack.  Of course, most of the time, the amazingness of a vac rack can only be enjoyed for shorter periods of time, as the vacuum overheats.  I was lucky enough to enjoy two bouts of different positions inside the wonderfully encompassing rubber sheets.



After a quick water break, it was back to the play room where I was promptly secured into a leather sleepsack on a bench. The bench had a purpose.  After being laced tightly into the sleepsack, rope was strung through the many D-rings to the same frame that I was secured to before.  The bench was removed, leaving me in a very restrictive hammock.  After being tightly encased in the leather for a while, it was time my body got some fresh air, so I was released and again lead to more open floor space.  It was time for some cold steel.  A steel collar was placed around my neck just before my wrists were surrounded my rigid steel restraints.  Steel cuffs were added to my ankles and my wrists were chained to my collar.  To put the cherry on top, my ankles were drawn up and chained to my wrists to complete the strict hogtie.  What a great way to cool down!  I was gagged and blindfolded, of course :P.


It was again time for a water break before the next position.  Having cooled down, we were up for a little more encasement, and returned to the play space for a good mummification.  This was a different mummification than any I had enjoyed in the past.  For starters, tape did not play as large of a role in the wrapping as your typical duct tape mummification.  I was primarily only wrapped in plastic wrap with only a few long strips strategically placed.  That careful placement helped to drastically reduce the amount that I was able to twist and bend when the wrapping was complete.  Other than that, the only tape that was used was to wrap my head. After some teasing and some breath play, I was finally allowed to get off.  Before being unwrapped, I was asked if I'd like to spend a little more time wrapped. I mmmmphed back as best I could that another 30 minutes wrapped would be great.  Before I knew it, I dozed off.  I woke up still wrapped and heard no activity around me. It was late at night, so my first thought was that my captor had fallen asleep at my side while waiting for the 30 minutes to end.  Realizing that I may be stuck in this mummification until morning, or whenever my friend awoke, I started to struggle. It's quite intense knowing that there's no release coming soon.  To my relief however, my struggles elicited a response from my friend.  Having no idea how long I had slept, but believing it had been more than the 30 minutes I requested, I thought it was time for release.  I was wrong.  The only words out of my captors mouth as i struggled to escape were, "relax, time's not up yet".  Wow!  I sealed my fate when I requested my time.  Even my struggles for freedom didn't convince him to release me. It was awesome!  Truly stuck.

Having gotten off, it was time for bed, so I was released from the wrappings and I was led to the bedroom where a few bed-time options were laid out.  There was a rubber sleepsack, leather sleepsack, and neoprene sleepsack to choose from. Having spend significant amounts of time in both leather and rubber sleepsacks in the past, I chose the neoprene sleepsack.  I was impressed with the comfort of the material, but soon found the sleepsack to be a little too short for me.  We were both still wide awake and unable to sleep, and seeing how my feet were beginning to get sore from being crammed in the bottom of the sack, we decided on new sleeping arrangements.  Out came the rubber bondage surf suit.  For those of you who aren't quite sure what that is, it's basically a rubber straight jacket without sleeves and with connected shorts.  A belt at the waist prevents wandering hands from getting into trouble.  The addition of a perforated leather hood, beautifully crafted by none other than my captor, completed my sleeping arrangements.

The next morning, we awoke rather early and had some time before I had to leave.  Why not have a little fun?  I was released from the bondage surf suit and placed into a very well lubed rubber hog sack.  The sack included a built in hood with nothing but a breathing tube.  Ah, there's nothing like rubber encasement in the morning!  After having a little more fun, I was released and allowed to shower off the lube that coated every inch of my being.

I should have some pictures coming soon for you.  I had an incredible time and hope to visit again soon. Maybe spend the night in a cage or strapped down to the bondage table...  Hey, a kinkster can dream, can’t he?

Jul 10, 2012

Twin Cities Leather!

I'm very excited for a few friends, particularly Tynan and Puptrigger, for a new initiative that they've taken upon themselves to take their local leather and kink community to the next level. With the loss of the only store in the Minneapolis area to sell leather, a plan was hatched to correct this. That plan has begun to take shape and materialize. Twin Cities Pride was the official starting point of this endeavor, and I'm happy to help them out by introducing you all to www.twincitiesleather.com! Much of their weekend at pride was spent launching this project and handing out stickers at pride events to spread the word. This is far more than just a leather shop though!

Twin Cities Leather is being partnered with Tynanfox Speaking and local leather events and contests. The result will be a tremendous increase in awareness, pride, and community involvement. I'm extremely proud of my friends for taking on this challenge and very excited for what it will bring to us all in the future!

This is a movement that will do more than just bring awareness to the twin cities area. With Tynanfox Speaking ramping up, people all over the country will learn more about leather, rubber, and other assorted kinks and fetishes. With this, comes an increase of comfort and acceptance from the 'vanilla' world. It will also help those like us gain the inspiration needed to take that first step into the world that I write about here. This is very important work and your support is needed! Please check them out at www.twincitiesleather.com and like them on Facebook! Best of luck to Tynan, Trigger, and all others involved!

Jul 6, 2012

Pride in the Twin Cities!

Well, I'm back from my first ever pride! As always, I'm very sad that the trip is over, but what a trip it was! Once again, I had a few amazing first time experiences and enjoyed some really great quality time with my amazing friends up there.

We kicked off the weekend early with a Thursday flight into Minneapolis. We enjoyed a nice dinner before heading out for a great night at The Saloon. At one point, I received a text message from my good friend Tynan, telling me to come to the back section of the bar. When I got there, I was immediately distracted by a greeting from my new friend Bicycler. After getting a quick drink, I headed over in Tynan’s direction. We said hi before I was introduced to Dan Savage himself! We enjoyed the rest of our evening out before heading home.

The next morning, we all slept in a little. To kill some time before everyone else around the city managed to drag themselves out of bed, we ran around town to a few shops. When we got tired of that, we returned to the home of our gracious host Mplsguy and helped enhance his bondage lattice. After a bit of measuring, cutting, and construction, the structure was in top shape for a suspension! Little did I know that I would be the first guinea pig to test that concept. After dinner, we were visited by Bicycler for a little play. An hour later, I found myself in the most intricate rope work I've ever had the pleasure of being wrapped in. Moments after that, I found that rope work supporting my full body weight, as I hung from the rafters of the lattice we had worked on earlier that day. I have been meaning to meet up with Bicycler for a while now, and he did an absolutely amazing job!

We enjoyed our first true pride related activities on Saturday morning with a walk around the park. I met a few new people and made a couple new friends. It was really great to see the number of local and large businesses with tents and booths at the park showing their support for the community. After a trip around the park, everyone gathered at B1point5’s place for a good time. We all spent time in the basement just enjoying each others company. Eventually, the action began when I was selected to be tied to the same chair I was tied to after IML. By the time I was untied, the rest of the group that had been invited over had arrived and were either watching me, taking part in their own play, or socializing. Shortly after that, a fantastic meal was ready, and we all enjoyed it out back in the yard and on the patio. After dinner we all ended up back at The Saloon, which had extended its reach into the city streets to accommodate the additional guests for the weekend. Rather than staying late, we returned home and enjoyed drinks and discussion on the balcony. I had an early morning the next day.

I had been invited to join my friend Tynan and others in what would be a great experience. I planned on arriving downtown just after 10 am on Sunday, wearing my new rubber shirt, to help carry the leather pride flag during the parade! This was an extremely moving experience! Of course, at the same time, I was very nervous. The first time I wore rubber, I was surrounded by a couple hundred people and I was not part of the focus of attention. The second time I wore rubber, I was surrounded by a couple thousand people and again was not part of the focus of attention. This time, however, I was marching down the street in the middle of the day, surrounded by at least tens of thousands of people, all watching us. As we left the staging area and began to march towards the parade route, my nervousness grew. What I experienced after crossing that threshold shocked me and moved me. Support! As our flag approached the crowds of people, an impressive roar of applause and cheers greeted us. This was without a doubt the most thrilling and exciting part of my entire weekend. I almost felt famous! People were waving, yelling, cheering, clapping, and even reaching out into the street for high-fives! It seemed like every tenth person was snapping pictures with either their phones or cameras. While the attention was incredible, it wasn't what really shook me. I was most moved by the overwhelming turn out. The crowd did not just consist of the local GLBT community. Almost A third of the crowd appeared to be your average joe, including groups of friends and even families with their children, all out to help support our cause, and all excited to see a group of about 30 leather and rubber clad men and women show their pride and their passion to the world. During the entire march, people showed their support by tossing money into the flag as we walked by. After finishing the parade, we gathered around the flag for a group shot for Lavender Magazine, then helped fold the flag. Despite the heat, made worse by the rubber, I was met by a couple of friends and we walked up the sidewalk while watching some of the remaining parade. We eventually headed back home for a much needed shower.

We decided to lounge about for a while and order a pizza for lunch. Tynan stayed behind at the park to help spread the word of his new project, which you will hear about from me soon. When he finished, he came over, still in his rubber (poor guy), he took a shower and we had a little fun. He tied my hands behind my back and wrapped my head with a long roll of rubber about six inches wide then sat me down against the bondage lattice. Clothes pins were added and more of the strict breath control that I love from him ensued. After we finished, he headed out for a meeting while we planned our dinner. After a nice dinner in, we decided that we wanted to go out again for a short while. We decided on attending the block party at The Saloon, but arrived to find the cover a little high for the small amount of time we planned to be there. Instead, we headed over to the Minneapolis Eagle and enjoyed a more leisurely night out. We made our way home and again enjoyed drinks on the patio with light discussion.

After this experience, I ask that you all go out and support your local pride events as well as the community as a whole. Thanks to everyone, particularly Tynan and Mplsguy for making this weekend possible for me and oh so special!

I'll post some pictures as soon as I get my hands on them!

Happy Pride, everyone!

Jul 3, 2012

Intimidation

Intimidation in a scene is a new concept to me.  In fact, I've never been intimidated by the Dom I was with until I met Fossil9 (recon/blog) for the first time.  I want to dedicate this post to breaking down 'intimidation' and discussing what causes it, as well as the dynamic that it creates in a scene or in a relationship between a Dom and a sub.  As you have probably read, my experience with Fossil9 was the most submissive state I had ever been in.  I believe that a large part of this can be attributed to the simple fact that he intimidated me.  Because of this, I will use my experience with him as my primary example bank.

Why did he intimidate me? I had chatted with him online for months and found him to be an exceptionally friendly guy. That friendliness was confirmed when I met him in person for the first time in the lobby at IML.  For some reason, however, he still intimidated me.  I'll admit that part of the intimidation factor came from knowing his stature in the community.  As a well known and well respected Dom, you know he's experienced and knows what he's doing.  From my experience with him, I've found that this intimidation is a mix of respect, confidence, fear, and mystery.  Before I explain in more detail, I'll tell you that the word 'intimidating' does not always have the negative connotation that most people assign to it.

Part of the reason he intimidated me was because of the respect that I had for him and his methods.  This is an aspect of intimidation that you may not find in a newer or less experienced Dom, or even a Dom without a strong reputation to back him up.  In this case, however, the reputation held a great deal of power.  Having seen pictures, read stories, and heard first hand accounts of experiences with Fossil9, I certainly had a respect for what he did.  Respect for the Dom you're with is absolutely important.  Personally, I only play with people I can respect, both Doms and subs alike.  Respect for your Dom is as important as your trust in your Dom.  In fact, I'll even say they go hand in hand.  I don't know how you could trust someone that do not respect.  Along with that respect comes the Doms confidence in his own abilities.  When a Dom knows what he's doing, the sub knows it as well.

Before Flyboy and I met Fossil9, we had a short walk from the restaurant we were at for dinner to the lobby of the hotel.  The five minutes of that walk saw an increasing level of nervousness and anxiety in me.  This leads to fear.  Of course this is not a fear of what will happen to you.  I knew before I met him that I'd be in safe hands and no harm would come to me, but I feared how I would handle the situation.  The typical questions of meeting a new person run through your head, but were greater in number to encompass the kink related fields.

"Will he like me?".  “What if I mess up?”.  “What if I don't follow an order precisely?”.  “What if he orders me to do something that I don't enjoy?”.  “What if his style really isn't for me?”.

For some of these questions, it only takes the first meeting to have them answered forever, but for others, you may find them ringing in your head again the very next time you meet.  Sometimes it's hard to realize that your own trust in the Dom answers many of the questions for you.

I have never thought about it until now, but part of his intimidating nature came from me.  Having never reached such a level of submission, I wondered how a guy I've never met would be able to take full control of my mind and body in ways that I didn't even know.  This is part of why I believe that a sense of mystery is a trait of an intimidating Dom.  With Fossil9, I found that his methods were very thought out.  After my session with him, I learned that every little thing he does has a purpose, even if you don't notice it during the scene.  Also in Fossil9's case, the question arises as to what he's thinking. This holds true for all Doms who typically remain silent in a session unless giving commands or orders.  When your vision is taken away from you and you know the Dom is there, but not making any noise, you can't help but rack your brain over what may be coming next.  Even during our casual conversations in the lobby at IML, there always seemed to be a short silence from him before a command was given, as HE planned YOUR next move.  There is certainly an intimidating aspect to knowing that even in a public setting as equals, he has control.

All of that said, in almost any relationship between a person and his superior, be it an employee and his employer, a student and his professor, or a sub and his Dom, there is a certain level of intimidation.  In addition to the intimidation concepts that I have described above, there are also the general, more simple reasons that someone may be intimated by someone else.  A persons intelligence, physical appearance, and experience are all common intimidating features. All of these features can combine in one form or another to create or enhance submission.  In my experience with Fossil9, I found that intimidation was a key part of my increased submissive behavior for that evening.  But fear not.  Intimidation is not a necessity for a good time, but (at least for me) it can certainly make for an amazing experience!

Please be sure to check out Fossil9's views on this subject here!

Busy Busy

Sorry for my delay in posting. With my summer semester and my profile name change, I’ve been busy. The name change has also led to me switching from WordPress to blogger to host my blog. When I’ve finished migrating my posts over to blogger, I will post a link to the new blog. I promise, I’ll be posting soon!

boundand...

I’ve been toying with the idea of a profile name change recently that would give me a name that does not constrain me to Florida.  During a discussion with Tynan, he suggested a name that I found perfect!

boundand

Not only does the name imply that bondage is my first and strongest kink, but it leaves the rest open for my long list of other various kinks and fetishes.  Starting soon, the location of this blog will be changing.  These changes will be reflected on my recon page.  Thanks guys!

I have a few posts coming your way soon, so stay posted!!!

Twin Cities Pride!


Well I’m sorry guys, but you won’t hear from me for a few days.  It could be as much as a week.
Of course this is because I’ll be back in Minneapolis for Twin Cities Pride!
I’m really excited to get back together with all of my friends for this important event!
Not only do I get to see everyone again, I get to have my first ever Pride experience!
I’ll return with more stories, experiences, and pictures for you all!
If it’s Pride in your city, I urge you to get out there, have fun, and support your community!

Discoveries

IML was an absolutely amazing experience.  It was incredible to spend time with friends and make new ones in an environment that is so open and welcoming to new kinksters.  While I had a lot of fun with the activities of IML, I feel that the most important part of the weekend, at least for me, was what I learned.  IML was very much a learning experience for me, teaching me things about the community, my friends, and most importantly, myself.

One of the most amazing feelings that one can have is that of acceptance.  There was no shortage of this at IML.  I still catch myself thinking about how awesome it was to walk through that hotel lobby or the leather market in whatever outfit you chose without the fear of being ridiculed by the surrounding population.  Everyone is accepted as part of the community, whether they are well known veterans or, like myself, newbies trying to figure out their place in it all.

I believe that I’ve found my place, which you will read soon…

The person I was when I walked into IML was a completely different person from the one that walked out.  I discovered a lot about myself in those 3 days.  Much of what I learned about myself revolved around my kinks and fetishes.  I will start by using you, the audience, as an example.  Before I made my way to Chicago, I chatted with Fossil9 online.  One of the things that we discussed was that of public display of submission.  At one point, he asked if I had any interest in kneeling by his side, as his sub, while he conversed and socialized at a bar with friends.  At the time, the idea really got me excited, but quite frankly scared the hell out of me.  Be submissive… in public???  I told him that I may be interested, but we’ll have to see how things go.  Understand of course that in this case, the term “public” is used to mean “general gay and kinky public”, as this was the only surrounding population in the hotel.  Now, after IML is over, I look back and wish that I had done more public submission.  After having many experiences as such, I’ve found that I enjoy submitting or being bound in a kinky public setting.

As you may have already read, my interest in pup play has slowly and steadily been increasing.  I think that part of it is because it seems so popular in the community, while the rest is because I like what I see.  I still have a long way to go, but I noticed a brief spike in the rate that my interest is rising.  I suppose that seeing it first hand taught me a few things that I hadn’t noticed previously.  It will still be some time before my interest in pup play is strong enough to actually call it an interest of mine.  I believe that I will probably require a solid push to make the jump, but until then, I’ve uncovered a few things about it that have already taken a strong hold in my list of interests.

There are many aspects of pup play, most of which are still very foreign to me.  As difficult of a time that I have trying to wrap my head around this particular kink, there are parts of it that I crave.  One of the strongest cravings is that of the simple tussle of the hair or pet on the head.  There’s something about this simple action that just feels so right.  It’s both rewarding and reassuring.  As a sub, it comforts me and tells me how much the Dom really cares.  At the same time, it affirms my position as a sub, helping to sever my connection to my non-submissive ‘regular’ self.  I never would have thought that something so simple could be so powerful.

IML presented a lot of firsts for me, and not only in terms of new gear or activities to try.  For the first time, I saw my true submissive side.  For the first time, I wanted to submit to please the Dom.  Submission has taken on a new meaning to me. It’s real meaning.  To submit, not because it’s what I want to do, but because it’s who I am.  It shows trust in the Dom, long with numerous other things, like friendship and understanding for each other.  This new concept was later confirmed during a conversation between myself, Fossil9, and Tynan.  Tynan spoke about the differences between five types of people:  the sub that gradually becomes dominant, the Dom that gradually becomes submissive, the true 50/50 versatile, the true Dom, and the true sub.  During this conversation, I was tagged as a true sub.  This brought on a sudden realization of who I truly am, and helped to consolidate all of my small submissive moments of the trip into a big picture.  This confirmation of my nature was oddly comforting for me.  I discovered myself at IML.

Lastly, I’d like to send out a HUGE thanks all of the people who helped me discover these things about myself and the community!  There are way too many of you to mention here, but you all know who you are.

IML Trip, Days 8, 9, & 10

Day 8, Monday, was extremely difficult. Our time at IML was up. We planned to leave the hotel around 9 am. This time, the drive included only Mplsguy and myself. We spent the next six hours talking about our experiences during the weekend and the amazing times we had, both together and out on our own or with others. It was great to think about all of the new things I tried, but more importantly, all of the new friends that I had made in the process. When we arrived in Minneapolis, we were both drained, but at least for me, my body wanted to keep the pace that it had gotten used to over the previous 3 days. After a failed attempt to find some play in Minneapolis, we ended up resting and recharging. The good news, however, was that I lined up some play for the next day with my friend B1point5, while Mplsguy was bust at work.

Day 9, Tuesday, had a slow start. My appointment with B1point5 was for the early afternoon, so I had the morning to kill. I slept in a little before getting out of bed and being overwhelmed by boredom. I suppose that should have been expected though. After 3 lengthy days of fast pace action, a sudden lack of anything to do is a bit of a shock. I entertained myself by taking a nice walk. By the time I got back and showered, I had a text message from B1point5 saying that he was free early and ready when I was :) . We got to his place, had a drink, chatted a bit, and got started. I was bound once again to the lacing table and was quickly reminded of just how amazing the feeling of losing the ability to move at all really was. Electro, breath play, poppers, and other various tortures ensued. I also got to try something new, called “cupping”. This is a practice used as a massage therapy and for other various reasons that involves using a flame to use up the air in a small glass cup before applying the cup to the skin. Since the oxygen in the cup has been used up by the flame, suction is created. The cups are, of course, quite hot when they are first applied to the skin, adding a bit more sensation to the suction. All in all, it was a fantastic experience which was perfect for my post-IML woes.

From there, I was moved to a newly built bondage chair, which could almost be described more as a lacing chair. Electro was added again, but this time, the juice was cranked up. This time, pads were used with the electro, along with a plug. At one point, the electro was turned up enough for me to lose all control of my right leg. All my leg wanted to do was extend, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep it from doing so. If the lacing was not there, I would have kicked something over. It was the first time that my muscles have ever done something that my brain did not command them to do, so it was certainly an interesting experience. And of course, great fun!

Later that evening, after a very nice dinner with Mplsguy, another new friend from the area stopped by for some play. I had been talking with him for most of the day, at least when my hands were able to move. I was tied in a standing position to the frame, but only minutes later, my body had simply had enough. I began to get lightheaded and immediately asked to be let down. The events of both IML and the days before it had caught up with me. After a glass of water, I was feeling good enough to continue… laying down this time ;) . We played with a Venus milking machine a bit and had a great time.

Day 10, Wednesday, was it. The end. My journey home. Mplsguy was headed to work downtown, so we took the bus together then went our separate ways from there. I took the light rail to the airport while he walked the rest of the way to work. While waiting for the train on my own, the first tears began to flow. Getting on that train signified the end of what life should be. Amazing places, incredible events, excellent fun, and the absolute best of friends. I was leaving it all behind to go home and work my mundane job while making my way through school. Leaving was the hardest thing I had to do on that trip, and ranks pretty high on the list of hard things that I’ve done in my life. I would have some things to work out after arriving home, but as you’ve already read, they worked out great. We eventually solidified plans to return for Twin Cities Pride in only a few short weeks. Well, long weeks… I would have a lot of writing to do, but I was excited to do it. Now that my IML coverage is complete, you can expect a post regarding my discoveries about the community and myself before I leave for pride in four days.

IML Trip, Day 7

Day 7, Sunday, was a ’hit the ground running’ day. Flyboy and I were both up early for a 10am appointment with Mstrb. After greetings and a short conversation, we got started.  After being blindfolded and gagged, I was put into a rope harness and my hands were bound behind me.  After a little teasing, I was locked into a stockade, while listening to actions unknown from behind me.  After a short while and a little more teasing, I was released from the stockade and a heavy metal collar was locked around my neck.  I was then walked forward to the location of a large box.  I remained blindfolded as I was guided into the box.  Moments later, the two doors were closed around my collared neck and bolted into place.  After the clinking and rattling of chains, I heard Mstrb say something about exhibitionism.  Seconds later I was being wheeled in what I could tell was the direction of the door.  I was going for a ride.  We started down the hallway where we confronted our first audience.  The cleaning staff’s trolley was just a little too large for the box to squeeze around it in the cramped hotel hallways.  After some shuffling and apologies from the staff, we were ready to go.  Of course, the staff members wanted pictures first, so we happily allowed them.  We continued from there to the elevator which we took to the first floor lobby.  We then made our way through the lobby to another elevator that would take us down to the level that hosted the market.  Even blindfolded, it was not difficult to tell that we got a lot of attention.  There were a great deal of pictures snapped.  At one point, we stopped by the Recon booth, as they were taking profile pictures that day for members, and got a group shot of the box and it’s entourage.  We also stopped by the booth for the new ‘Mister’ iPhone app, where Flyboy and myself (and the box of course) were photographed.  Right after that picture, I requested that my blindfold be removed because I wanted to see people’s reactions to the spectacle.  We hit every isle of the market at least once before making our way back up to Mstrb’s room.

After our play that morning, it was just about time for my 2 pm appointment with yngmstrdetroit.  I was very excited to play with him, as I have admired his work for quite some time.  15 minutes after my arrival, I found myself mummified in vet wrap with a gas mask on my face, an electro plug in my ass, poppers being inhaled when my air supply wasn’t cut off, and a Venus milking machine being prepped to work me over.  What a time!!! The mummification alone was unlike any mummification I had ever been in.  The vet wrap held tight, but still managed to be comfortable.  I was able to be mummified without any kind of padding between my ankles, which is usually a necessity.  Another great thing about the wrap was how quick it was.  Without needing a layer of protective plastic wrap underneath it, the entire wrapping took only minutes.  I will definitely experiment with this material in the future.  But don’t worry guys… Duct tape is still an awesome material in which the smell alone gets me excited!

After my appointment ended, I headed back to the room for a quick shower before heading back down to the market for my last chance to see it.  Mplsguy and I walked around for the remaining hour that it was open that day, as we would not be around to see it the next morning.  I decided last minute that I wanted to purchase the Mr. S Neoprene Blindfold while I still had the chance.  After making my purchase, we took our time walking towards the exit.  It was hard to leave, knowing that it will be almost another year before I got to see such a marvelous site again.

It was still mid afternoon, so we stopped in the lobby to chat with Fossil9 for a while, where we were also happy to meet Kinkyboinick and Cuffsman10.  None of us had dinner plans, so we all decided to head out together, along with colobondage28boy (Do Not Feed Pigeons ;) ).  After a nice dinner, we headed back to the hotel.  I went off to try something new, which you guys don’t get to hear about… Sorry.  After that, I headed to the lobby and spent some time with a group of friends. Eventually, that group broke apart and headed in different directions, but Fossil9 and I remained.  We moved from the middle of the crowd to it’s outskirts and continued a great conversation.  We were eventually joined by Tynan, and a conversation about submission and domination began.  The entire conversation, both before and after Tynan arrived, was very insightful and opened my eyes to a couple new ideas and concepts.  We ended the night with a difficult goodbye, before heading up to bed at about 3 am.  Have you ever wanted to sleep, but not wanted to sleep at the same time?  It’s annoying.  Anyway, the next morning was going to be rather early, and the day; long.  My last full day at my first IML was complete, and the emotions were starting to hit already.

IML Trip, Day 6

Day 6, Saturday, began a little later than the previous day. Mplsguy and I took a quick trip to the lobby to grab a small breakfast to take back up to the room. After breakfast, we went for a short walk around the city, this time avoiding landmarks and simply getting some fresh air. When we returned, our first stop was the market.

We walked around for a while, but for this trip to the market, I was on a mission. I had my heart set on picking up a neoprene sensory hood from the Mr. S Leather booth. And that’s exactly what I did. Mission complete, we headed back up to the room briefly to drop our purchases off. I still had one more mission to complete in the market, however. I headed back down, on my own this time. I should mention that at IML, you never walk somewhere completely by yourself. It seems that every turn, or around every corner, you run into someone that you know and stop short to catch up really quick. After stopping for a rather long period of time at the entrance to the market to hang out with a large group of friends who had gathered there, I continued on my mission. Long before I arrived in Chicago, I told myself that I would not leave IML until I had purchased my very own rubber shirt. My first rubber shirt. My first rubber anything for that matter. I stopped by the TLS Rubber booth and began to look around. Based on my experience with Tynan’s beautiful copper shirt in Denver, I was reasonably certain that I wanted to purchase a sleeveless shirt. The staff at the booth was very helpful as I tried on a blue sleeveless shirt. I loved it! I decided that I wanted it to be mine and purchased it and headed back up to the room with it still on.


After returning to the room, I made plans to head over to the room of my new friends Cdnbondcouple. While there, we discussed rubber and other various fetishes and kinks. We were also visited by yet another new friend of mine, MightyOsiris. Eventually, I had to run back up to my room to change, as our room had made plans to go out to dinner in Boys Town.

After the best macaroni and cheese of my life, we headed back to the hotel to check out “Woof Camp”. Now, I’m not a pup. Until recently, pup play has never interested me, but I have to say that an interest is starting to take hold. While I feel that I still need a strong push into the world of pup play, I was curious to see what it was all about. I had a good time watching and learning, and got to see a friend I had made over a year ago while he was visiting Florida.

As with all nights, I finished the day by spending some time in the lobby with my good friends.

IML Trip, Day 5

Day 5, Friday, had an early start. It was the first full day of IML! After a good breakfast, a few of us went for a nice walk around the city to check out some of the nearby landmarks. Our first stop was the “Bean”.


We made our way from there to the coast of the lake, which we followed for a short while before moving back towards the city. It was a straight shot to the next landmark that got me pretty excited. Growing up, my father got me hooked on the show “Married with Children”. As something that I watched in my somewhat younger years, I loved it. And there, directly in front of me, was the fountain featured in the opening credits. This was just one of many unexpected little surprises that the weekend would hold. Representing a personal interest outside of the kink community, the fountain helped to really make my morning great.


We moved on to make our way back to the hotel. It was almost time for the market to open :) . After getting our wrist bands, we took the escalator down into the market. WOW! I was blown away! It was like a kink convention! I was like a kid in a candy store, and without the guidance of Mplsguy, who had done this many times before, I wouldn’t have known which way to go first. We did a quick walk around and saw a great number of really cool things.

After a quick bite, we noticed the vac-cube being demonstrated nearby. It was our next stop. When the asked for a volunteer, one of our group, NateQX, jumped at the opportunity. Once he was in and the air was out, a crowd gathered, cameras at the ready. I remember watching and thinking how amazing it must be to be in there. A few minutes later, the demonstration was over and he was removed from the cube. Flyboyfl and I were standing next to each other, watching the spectacle when Mplsguy pointed at us and said, “who’s next?”. I took a quick look at my friend, then a quick look at the guys running the demo to ensure that it was ok. When I saw no sign that it wasn’t, I jumped at the chance that I had been given. Before my first hour in the market was over, I was going to get to try a vac-cube!

Of course, this new experience came at a price. Before getting into the cube, I was required to remove every scrap of clothing. In front of everyone. This new experience would actually be a couple of new experience rolled up into one. There had to have been well over 100 people with a direct line of site to the booth, and hundreds more in the other areas of the market. Fortunately, my excitement far outweighed my nervousness. I was instructed on the proper way to get in and position myself, and then in I went. As you have probably read, I got to try a vac-rack on my previous trip to Denver, but the cube is a completely different experience. Inside the cube, you are completely suspended by the rubber within the frame of the cube. This point was demonstrated by flipping me over onto my side, then over again onto my back. I watched the crowd as they watched me. I gave a little struggle to test the security of the strange device that held my body prisoner. A lot of pictures were taken by a lot of people. It was interesting being the center of attention. Of course, this amazing experience had to end. It wasn’t too long before I found myself naked in front of the crowd once again.

Later that afternoon, I briefly met Kinkydaemon, someone I used to chat with years ago. I had always wanted to spend some time in his rope. Well, I got my chance. We made plans to meet later that night. Unfortunately, it would mean missing the Gear Blast party, but it was well worth it. After another nice dinner with the guys, I headed up to the room to await my meeting. And what a meeting it was! The rope work was incredible, and the breath play (don’t do it alone!) was intense! We went through three different positions, two of which you get to see :) .



After our meeting concluded, I headed back down to the lobby and chatted with a few friends, both old and new. What an amazing day! And it was only the first of my three full days at IML.

Pride!

Sorry for yet another interruption in my IML coverage. Just wanted to say that it’s confirmed: I’m going to Minneapolis in 9 days for Twin Cities Pride! I’m very excited for my first ever pride celebration! I’ll try to have my IML coverage complete by the time I leave for pride weekend :) And now, back to our regularly scheduled IML coverage…

New Toys :)

I want to take a quick break from my IML coverage to note a friend I’ve made:

I’ve chatted on and off with a guy a little more than an hour drive from myself.  A few nights ago, I finally got to meet him in person and play a little.  After a very stormy drive, I arrived and we got right to it.  Isuril quickly showed me a few toys that he was planning on kindly donating to my collection, as he could no longer keep them.

Now I’m not much of a sub for pain.  I’m not a pain pig, or even a sub who enjoys pain a little.  With the right guys, I will endure whatever pain they command me to, as long as it’s within reason.  That night, for the first time, my pain limits were truly tested.  It was a very new experience for me.  After 2 hours, I finally had all that I could handle and we finished up and had a nice dinner out.  We returned briefly to pack up the items that Isuril generously let me have.  I will give them a great home!  Thanks so much Isuril!  I’m so excited for my future with them!


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We arrived in Chicago, enduring terrible traffic, in the late afternoon.  After settling into the room, the whole crew changed into singlets, then dawned street clothes over them, as the hotel had not yet closed to the general public for the event.  Then we all walked down the street for a nice group dinner.  After dinner, Flyboyfl had arranged a meeting with someone that I have wanted to meet for a very long time.  We went down to the lobby and within seconds, we were exchanging greetings with Fossil9 (Recon/Blog)!  This would be the beginning of a night that completely changed my perceptions of submission.  See Fossil9′s perspective on the evening here.
Before I continue, I feel that I should give a little background on my own submissive experiences.  I have used the term “sub” in this blog as a term to simply describe the position as the ‘bottom’ or ‘victim’ in a bondage oriented scene.  This has mostly been the kind of play I have participated in.  In that regard, I am a sub.  A majority of the scenes that I have ‘subbed’ in have included bondage with teasing, torture, and pleasure, but in a somewhat more ‘playful’ mood.  I have very little experience as a true submissive, who follows orders and does as told, getting punished or rewarded as necessary.  This is a dynamic that I have been very interested in trying for quite some time now.
I had heard that Fossil9 was quite the exceptional Dom, and was very excited to meet him for this reason.  I had also chatted with him for months prior to find that he is an equally exceptional person.  IML offered me the chance to finally submit to someone the way I really wanted to try.
After our introductions, we began to chat.  Then, during a break in the conversation, Fossil9 ordered Flyboyfl to kneel.  The suddenness of this order caught me off guard as I watched Flyboyfl immediately take his new position. As the conversation resumed normally, I began to realize just what kind of submission would be required of me that night.  It was no more than a minute later when I heard four simple words directed at me.
“Take off your shirt”.
I have been ordered to do things by Doms a great number of times in the past, but never in my life had I ever wanted to follow an order for the simple reason of pleasing the Dom like I did at that moment.  The order was given as concise as possible with the utmost confidence and authority.  It was like a spell was cast over me as I immediately followed the order, revealing the singlet.  After some additional chatting, Flyboyfl was ordered to his feet and we began walking to Fossil9’s vehicle.  We walked a good distance through the streets of Chicago, something that only made me feel more submissive, as we were surrounded by “normal” people and my singlet was showing for the world to see.  We went down a flight of stairs from street level into a nearly empty parking garage.  As we approached the vehicle, we were ordered to sit in the back seat.  Flyboyfl was given a blindfold while I was handed a spandex hood with built in blindfold and we were ordered to put them on.  We were ordered to put on our seat belts (safety first), but then we were told to make sure that our arms were above the belt and were held out in front of us. The next thing I heard was the sound of handcuffed being ratcheted around my friend’s wrists, shortly followed by my own.  After a short and somewhat nerve-racking conversation with the parking attendant, we drove for what felt like 20 minutes.  When we arrived, we were ordered out of the vehicle and into the home of our superior.


While my friend was ordered directly into the play room, I was taken down the hall into the living room and told to kneel, facing away from where we had just walked from.  I was asked if I’d like some water, but I declined.  I heard my Dom making some noise in the kitchen, but I didn’t dare turn to look.  The events that came next hit me with a wave of different emotions.

Fossil9 walked in front of me and knelt down there, being careful to make sure he remained above me.  He pulled a heavy steel collar around my neck and bolted it into place.  Then, he pulled out a permanent marker and wrote something on the left side of my chest.  I knew exactly what this was and it filled me with pride and excitement.  I had just received my number: my new name.  He confirmed this by verbally telling me that I will no longer be called by my old name.

I am 113.
He continued to speak to me.  He asked if I had interest in calling him ‘Sir’.  I happily replied that I was perfectly OK with that.  The next thing he said was that I was to only to speak with ‘Sir’ both before and after anything I said.  The seriousness of my submission began to sink in, as he asked me if I understood and I foolishly said, “yes Sir”, without the preceding ‘Sir’.  I immediately corrected myself and apologized in the proper format.  He then inquired about my interest in foot worship.  Even though this has been a quickly growing interest of mine, for some reason I locked up and could not give him a clear answer.  I have never truly been intimidated by a Dom before, so I had some trouble handling myself at first.  He gave a quick chuckle at my naive attempt to please him and then began to explain his rules.  I was never to walk.  I was only to crawl.  If he wanted me to follow him somewhere, I was to crawl behind him and to his right, and I was to always keep up with his pace.  ”Sir, Yes Sir!”.  With that, he pet me on the head and had me follow him down the hall behind me to the play room.
We rounded the corner into the play room where we found my friend in a heavy metal collar and restraints.  He was on all fours, patiently awaiting Fossil9′s return. Our Dom placed a metal dog bowl on the floor in front of Flyboyfl.  So that’s what the noise from the kitchen was!  clearly, my friend did not turn down his offer for water like I had.  He was ordered to drink, without using his hands of course.  He took this order with a smile, which brought a smile to my face.  As he leaned forward to lap up his refreshment, his heavy collar smashed into the bowl with a loud clang.  As the water sloshed around in the bowl, I couldn’t help myself.  I laughed.
“Is that funny, boy?”
“Sir, no Sir.”
“Then why are you laughing?”
“Sir, sorry Sir”
Another mistake.  The only thing I felt I should do was apologize and hope there wouldn’t be a punishment.  But there was.  Not a punishment of pain or discomfort, but of humiliation.  I was ordered to crawl to the other side of the room and use my head to hold the bowl steady while my friend drank from it.  It was then that I was objectified.  I won’t lie.  I loved it.

Immediately after he finished drinking, the bowl was removed and we were ordered to sit against the cage behind us.  My friend was chained up, while I was put into double rigid irons.  I was blindfolded while my friend was put into a neoprene breath control hood.







A short while after, I was released from the irons and ordered into the cage we were leaning against.  My legs were shackled to a bar on the far side of the cage while my hands were shackled to the top.  I sat patiently in my cage while Fossil9 toyed with my friend.  Up next was some fresh air.
I was removed from the cage and followed my Dom closely, on my hands and knees, as we headed out of the play room and down the hall.  My heart skipped a beat when he opened the patio door and ordered me outside.  I was ordered to kneel and was promptly gagged with a humiliator gag with serving tray while my captor relaxed in a comfy chair in front of me, enjoying a cold bottled water.  When he decided it was time to go inside and check on the other boy, he placed the water on my tray and went inside.  Unfortunately, the bottle of water was much too heavy for a gag of the sort, and it felt like it was about to rip my jaw apart.  I felt I had no choice but to use a hand to hold it up while he was gone.  When he returned a few minutes later, he saw my struggles and removed the bottle and then the gag.  He asked me about the problem to which I answered truthfully before he blindfolded and handcuffed me.  Then I was left alone again.


When he returned, my blindfold was removed and my hands were re-cuffed in front of me and I was ordered to massaged his leg.  When he was satisfied, I was led back inside and into the play room, where I was ordered to my feet for the first time since I first knelt after arriving.  I found that my friend had taken my place in the cage and I was ordered into the standing cage after having irons locked on my ankles and wrists, connected by chain to my collar. After the cage door was locked, he teased me by draping a pair of clover clamps over a cage bar in front of me. While I contemplated my fate, he picked up a bamboo switch and held it in front of me.  He lifted it parallel to the floor, just outside of the cage and told me to hold it in my mouth.  This is a challenging position.  I must keep my face pressed against the bars of the cage in order to hold the switch, still outside of the cage.

“If you drop it, I’m going to use it on your ass.”

After a few minutes, sweet relief came when it was my friend’s turn for some fresh air.  We were both removed from our respective cages and I was ordered into the cage that my friend had just left.  Even though I was chained, I was not restrained to the cage itself, so I was told that I could make myself comfortable.  I was happy to do so.  After what felt like half an hour, which I’m sure was no more than 10 minutes, they returned and I was released from the cage.

We were put back to back in the middle of the floor and our collars were chained together.  This is when our Dom made good on his earlier threat.  The clover clamps were applied.  I was played with and edged for a short while before we finished off the night.
This was an absolutely incredible submissive experience for me.  During those hours, I learned a great deal about myself and discovered new found interests, which I will post about shortly.

IML Trip, Day 4

Day 4, Thursday, started off a little… off. It was pouring outside and we felt terrible, thanks to the night of celebrating prior. But we were still excited. It was the beginning of my first day of my first IML, and nothing could get me down. We hit the road a little later than our friends, who had ventured out hours before us. The drive was pretty much uneventful. Our morning and early afternoon consisted only of Some rain, bad truck stop food, and beautiful scenery. We finally reached the outskirts of Chicago to reach the most miserable part of our day. I’m sure you all know exactly what I’m talking about. Traffic. We sat for more than an hour in bumper to bumper traffic as we made our way to the Hyatt Regency at a snail’s pace. But as I said, nothing would get me down. I was still more excited than I ever thought I could be.


We finally reached the hotel, had our bags delivered to the room and checked in. After checking out the room and meeting up with the rest of our party, we made plans for dinner. Going to dinner would be fun and all, but it’s IML; why not make it a little more fun. Those of us who were not already wearing one, promptly changed into singlets before throwing our street clothes on over them. We all had a great dinner together and caught up, while some talked about previous IML experiences. The food was good, but the company was amazing. After dinner, Flyboyfl and I made our way to the lobby for a meet and greet with someone I had wanted to meet for a very long time…

IML Trip, Day 2

Day two, Tuesday, started off slow.  As I always am on these trips, I was too excited to sleep in, so I was up at a pretty decent hour.  I spent the morning relaxing with a cup of coffee while goofing around on my iPad.  Eventually, Tynanfox rose and we began to discuss our plans for the day, which centered around the arrival of my good friend Flyboyfl.

Tynanfox and I both felt like being active, so he had the great idea of taking a walk around Lake Calhoun.  This was a new experience for me in Minneapolis, as I had never spent any time in any of the number of parks that the beautiful city has to offer.  Tynanfox couldn’t have chosen a better place to spend the morning at.  The weather was absolutely gorgeous and park was abuzz with joggers, walkers, bikers, and people enjoying the sun and water with friends and family.  The visual was not far off from that of a stereotypical city park environment.  It was perfect.

After our walk around the lake, we were only a few minutes from a local favorite coffee shop, so a refreshing iced coffee was in order.  By the time all of this was done, it was nearly time to head to the airport to pick up Flyboyfl.  After a somewhat lengthy wait in the cell phone lot, we picked him up and headed back to our host’s home.  Our host was home early from work, so we all hung out for a while.

Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, we took walk down to the river to check out the lock and it’s surrounding area.  It was a great way to finish off a great day.  We had one more full day in Minneapolis before we hit the road for Chicago!

Behind the Scenes

Before I continue with my coverage of IML, I’d like to take a moment to write about another recent event in my life. Many of you probably don’t know that for the past ten months, I’ve had the most amazing partner. I know, to some of you, that may not seem very long, but to me, it’s the longest relationship I’ve ever had. As you may already know, the four kink events that have changed my life (Palm Coast, Minneapolis, Denver, and IML) have taken place within that ten months. With every trip, he’s been there in the shadows, supporting every one of my endeavors that have led me to where I am today. The journey thus far would have been much harder without him.

It saddens me to my core to say that yesterday was our last day together, as he has gone off to pursue a career and thus begin his life, post-graduation.

Of course on the heels of my return from IML, this is a sadness atop an emptiness, but I think it is important to reflect on how far we’ve come. Our past ten months together have been the best of my life. While much of it can be attributed to the vast expansion of my kink life, most of it has his name on it. He’s been my Dom, my key holder, my friend, my inspiration, my motivation, and most importantly, my partner.

As we said our goodbyes, through tears and sobs, I gave him a small kink related keepsake as a thank you for the amazing support and help that he has shown me. I hope that it acts as a reminder of our amazing times together, but also a seed to begin a new kinky lifestyle of his own.

On that note I simply say to him now: Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me and best of luck on your endeavors! I’m here for you and I always will be! I love you!

IML Trip, Day 1

IML is over, and as I write this, I am currently back in Minneapolis for a couple days before I head back to the sunshine state. After a long drive back from Chicago, we had an afternoon and evening to just crash and try to recover from the events of the previous weekend. This is as good a time as any to begin my day-by-day coverage of my experiences at IML and the days prior to, and following it. In addition to my experiences, I also plan to write about a number of things that I have learned, recognized, and realized while on this trip.

Before I begin to write about day one, let me just say this: Thursday, May 24 2012 through Sunday, May 28 2012, are the four best days of my entire life to date. Hands down. No argument. Period. The experiences I had, the friends I made, the people I met, and the things I learned about the community and myself combined to make an experience that I can imagine only another IML could top. This trip was life changing for me, as you will learn over the following posts regarding it. One last thing before I begin. I want to send out a HUGE thank you to everyone who was there that made this weekend such an amazing time. Without you guys, I would not have even been there. So thank you all so much!

Now… Day 1:

My flight landed in Minneapolis at 3:30 where I was promptly picked up by my great friend and ever gracious host mplsguy. We proceeded to his home where we relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company while we waited for another great friend, Tynan, to arrive. By the time he got there, we were all ready for dinner, so that was the next step towards completing our day. During dinner, we increased the size of our party by adding yet another great friend, Puptrigger. After dinner, Tynanfox, Puptrigger, and I went out to a little gay bar for a couple drinks. After our drinks, Puptrigger parted ways with us as he had to work the next morning. Thus concludes the first day. I know, it’s nothing special to you, which is pretty much because this was mostly a “travel and get settled” day, but the day was special to me for my own reasons. There’s more coming soon. Don’t worry, this is just the first of 8 days.  :)