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Diary May 28 Irongate Caning clip 7 and really final

Diary May 28, Irongate OTK and paddle, clip 2 of 2

Diary May 28 Irongate OTK and paddle clip one of two

DIary May 28 Irongate, OTK hand clip two of two

May 28th the daily whine Meeting with a sexual sadist Master.

I was inside his door, oh, five minutes.  We chatted a minute about the drive down from my place to his, etc, while he unbuttoned my shirt, tweaked my nipples with his thumbs... took the shirt off me...

And asked that I continue undressing.
I saw all tile floors, and said, "My socks?"
He said, I may retain those.

So, with me naked but for black quarter socks,  and him wearing socks, t-shirt, and short pants, we went into his ... den, I guess I'll call it.
In the middle of the tiled floor, was a comforter or some such, with a chair placed in front of it.
Didn't take a genius to figure out where I was going to be positioned, and him.

He sat in the chair,  with me standing in front of him.
He placed, and locked, cuffs on my ankles, then on my wrists.
He tied a long cord?  (thicker than string, thinner than rope) around and about my cock and balls.
He attached clips... the fancy kind, with a chain linking to them... to my nipples.
He clipped the wrist cuffs together, behind my back.
And motioned me down, onto my knees.
And he took down, off, his pants, and sat down,  and pulled my head towards, and onto, his waiting dick.
Which I eagerly sucked into my mouth, all the way in,  til my lips were full up against his groin, as I sucked on it. 
He pushed my head off,  then held my chest and head down, over his left thigh, as he applied a 'cat' and three-fingered flogger, across my back.
And pushed me upright, and attached a second set of clips to my nipples.
And pulled my head down, and I returned to deep-throat sucking.
He pushed me up and off him.
And stood up,  unclipping my wrist cuffs from each other, clipping them to the respective ankles.
And picked up a long but skinny paddle, applied it vigorously to my buttocks.
And sat back down,  attached a third pair of clips to my nipples.
And pulled my head down, onto his dick,  which I sucked into my mouth.
And he whipped my back with the three-fingered flogger as I sucked, until he shot his load, down my throat.

Sated, he finally asked, "Would you like a glass of water?"
Um, yes, I accepted.
He undid the clips on my cuffs, so I could stand up, and went and fetched water.

He undid the cuffs, carefully removed all the clips from my nipples, untied the cord around my cock and balls...    was good enough to take some pictures via my phone, of my backside. None came out well, never could find proper lighting in his unit...but I've posted them.  

I mentioned, "Nice welts on my back...but I'd rather have them on my bottom."
He said, "Sorry."   Which I thought was funny.  Then he said, "Maybe...next time.?"
I said, "If there's a next time, there needs to be more emphasis on my bottom."
"Okay."
"And, more anal play. I mean, there was none, this time,  so.... something in my ass, please."
"Okay."

And we chatted a bit more, and I had a cigarette on his balcony.... and after agreeing that another session would amuse both of us,  I told him to contact me, as I would not initiate contact myself, and I departed.

I was just getting in my car, when my phone beeped with incoming mail,  showing that I had a new message on Fetlife...from him, thanking me for the encounter.  How thoughtful.

We've exchanged messages since then.... like, after he saw my pics of me in a humbler, on fetlife.
He said he'd like to use it on me....and use 'temp needles'  and some electro play....

I highly anticipate an invitation.

Diary May 28 Irongate, OTK hand first of two parts.

Diary may 27 Session One, clip six (final)

5/27 Diary Irongate session One, clip 5

Diary 5/27 Irongate Session One, clip 4

Diary 5/27 Irongate Session 1, clip 3

Diary May 27, Irongate Session one, clip 2

Diary 5/27 Irongate Session one, clip one ....caning.

May 27 Diary ...Introduction to : meeting with a sexual sadist Master

A "Master" made contact with me, via messages on Fetlife, saying, and I quote:

"Master looking for oral giving bottom to service me
best if he is masochistic....with few limits...no way out attitude...
enjoy bdsm...tt...cbt...w/s....cp...rough abuse if indicated"

I replied, by way of asking clarification on  "tt, cbt, w/s" and saying that my limits included... talking to the police, or going to an emergency room, and he replied:

" I have yet to send anyone to the er or have the police over
tt is tit torture....w/s is water sports....piss.
I wld greatly enjoy you in bondage...reddening you...bruising
you...you bottom....back belly
like to play with your nipples....cock....balls....fuck your
mouth and throat...
wld like to see you if you want to and are interested...
in submitting to me..
let me know... "

I responded by having some interest....and in his next message:

I want our first meeting here in my condo with you stripped
and restrained.....
will prob play with your ass at some point....like a butt plug in you and to milk your prostate...with a few fingers....or so..
what abt your nipples...cock....balls..
I am off mon. afternoon....let me know asap....do you tolerate
as lot of deep throat fucking.... "

I responded as still intrigued, and in his next message:

my dick is on the average size length....avg + in girth...
will poss give you gag reflex some testing...
we can talk some though you wld be surprised how many
do not need or request that....they just strip...."





I expressed an interest in all this, and we began exchanging emails about a date.

We first settled on May 13, a Monday, and a usual non-work day for me.
But... drama at work got in the way,  and I wound up having to work on Monday the 13th, one of the very few Mondays I've had ...or been asked to... work, since I started with this current employer.

I notified this Master, the night before, of this foul up to our plans.
And, a few days after, advised him by message, that my following weekend appeared to be open.
He replied that Monday the 20th would be good.
I agreed,  and in the course of the week, he messaged to me his address.

Finally ...the big day arrived. 
I did not get up as early as I hoped...and wound up getting a later start than I really wanted, to arrive at his place by noon, but, oh well, I let him know via message that I was on the way, and did arrive around 12:30,
went to his unit and knocked on his door.
He opened it, and showed me in.

may 24, daily whine KNocking at your back door

(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)

Sweet Lucy was a dancer
But none of us would chance her
Because she was a Samurai
She made electric shadows
Beyond our fingertips
And none of us could reach that high

She came on like a teaser
I had to touch and please her
Enjoy a little paradise
The log was in my pocket
When Lucy met the Rockett
And she never knew the reason why

I can't deny it
With that smile on her face
Oh It's not the kill
It's the thrill of the chase

Feel it coming
It's knocking at the door
You know it's no good running
It's not against the law
The point of no return
And now you know the score
And now you're learning
What's knockin' at your back door

Sweet Nancy was so fancy
To get into her pants
We had to be the aristocracy
The members that she toyed with
At her city club
Were something in diplomacy
So we put her on the hit list
Of a common cunning linguist
A master of many tongues
And now she eases gently
From her Austin to her Bentley
Suddenly she feels so young

I can't deny it
With that smile on her face
Oh it's not the kill
It's the thrill of the chase

Feel it coming
It's knocking at the door
You know it's no good running
No it's not against the law
The point of no return
Now you know the score
And now you're learning
What's knockin' at your back door

Sweet Lucy was a dancer
But none of us would chance her
Because she was a Samurai
She made electric shadows
Beyond our fingertips
And one of us could reach that high

I can't deny it
With that smile on my face
Oh It's not the kill
It's the thrill of the chase

Feel it coming
It's knocking at the door
You know it's no good running
Now It's knockin' at your door

Knockin' at your back door...

Diary May 16 a favorite Slippering clip

Diary May 13 Me, red bottom and some corner time

Diary May 12 My gifs from 3/10

Diary May 11 Mm spanking pics and gifs

May 9 Diary 116 hrs aftr 4/22

May 8 Diary, on Burning Bridges

I seem to be burning bridges a lot lately, between myself and playmates.

There was my very first one, HTCM, from Dec 10, with another date on Feb 4.  Since then,  I was in contact with him for a potential meet on  April 29, but he was totally inflexible on my state of dress, or undress.  I wanted to try something different, but he wanted his way and only his way.... and I said, via email, "Good luck..."

There was "D", my Top of choice during March... and I don't know what happened. We met on Mar 2 and March 10, and were last in contact on Mar 15, then nothing, nothing at all.

I've seen him at two Moonburn events since then, and he nodded at me, but that has been it.  I haven't a clue if he's waiting for me to make contact...in which he'll be waiting for a very long time, or if he's had his fun with me, and simply decided to move in. 

At any rate, my anger over the non-communication is sufficient that if he should attempt to contact me, it will be very much in vain.

Most recently, there was "BSM", with whom I had some very painfully good times in April.  I've been to one small private party with him, and I've been to his house twice.

The last time I was at his house, I drove two hours to get there...and after five hours there, he said, "Something has come up, we're going to have to leave the house to go downtown, so you'll have to be going" and so I had to drive the two hours back home.  This was somewhat annoying; if I had such a houseguest, I would have offered to let him stay and take a nap or something, before requesting he go.

Well, whatever, I let that go...  in the meantime, we had plans, really big plans (in my mind) for Moonburn, 12 days later, and we exchanged messages daily in regard to it, right up to the night before.

And on the morning of, he sends a message through STH... not to my direct email, or a text or call to my phone, all of which would have been much more personal...but through STH, saying "Something has come up and I won't be able to make it."

I was SO disappointed... and later,  disappointed AND angry.

And still angry.

Since then, and  specifically the day after, he sent a message, early in the day, to me through STH, and another, much later in the evening.
  I deleted both of them without reading them, and plan to continue to do so if any further messages come from him.

And very recently, as in Monday night, I've been in contact with both "BR" and "ST".

"BR" initiated contact, expressing an interest in forced enemas and spanking, as a bottom, and asked if I wanted to join in, and he knew a potential Top for us both. 

He couldn't get his potential to commit to a date, but I said, I knew a guy who may well be willing to top us both.

"ST" did express a willingness. 

So I messaged "BR":  I think I can get this guy, but what about you and me, switching with each other?

And I messaged "ST" : Can you commit to a day next week, Monday or Tuesday?

"BR" did not respond/has not responded,  and neither has "ST".

This, to me, is rude. 

I mean, seriously, at least reply with something like, "I'm thinking about it" or "I'll let you know..."

But... 48 hours later now, and no word of any kind from either one of them.

So, if and when one or the other ever does reply, I'll tell him to contact the other one directly, and leave me out of it...which will make it interesting for them, as I don't believe either of them can host. Ha.

I'm sure there will be other bridges to burn.

This is a very strange lifestyle, full of guys who seem to be unreliable for this type of connection, and will make a date for a week from now, and cancel it the day before, or even the day of, if they think they have a better opportunity.

That has happened to me, I don't know how many times.

And from any one potential playmate, it will only happen to me once. 

Diary 5/8 68 hrs after 4/22

Diary 5/7 44 hours after spanking on 4/22

Diary 5/6 my new toy

Diary May 5, Moonburn part 2

So, disappointed and upset, I went about my business of getting ready to get out of the house, and I made it, and on down to the car and drove to the local train stop, parked, and went to the main entrance and waited for M.
I held a sign with his initials on it, and waited for what I expected to be a middle aged white guy carrying some kind of bag, to come up the escalator. One did but he did not look my way, as he went off in the opposite direction and I watched him dig his phone out of his pocket, and start tapping the keyboard. The text arrived on my phone as I stood behind him, and I said, "I'm right behind you" and he finally turned around.
So we left there with 45 minutes to kill, and stopped at In'n'Out on the way.
We arrived at the studio as the coordinators were opening the doors and setting up.
We registered, and went in, and he took his firstvlook around this particular dungeon.
I found a seat in the smoking area while he looked around for trouble to get into.
I had told him on the way over, the last train out of downtown back to OC left at 4:30, so he was going to have to leave the local station at 4:00 to make it.sat in the chair in a blue funk, and watched guys come and go, in and out.
Eventually, I saw S, whom I've chatted with numerous times on STH, and who bruised my ass nicely at the previous MB, then I saw DH, my March spanker, whom I was on severe "outs" with.
I went into the inner rooms to see some action. I saw S giving M's ass a work out; I saw DH warming the ass of some guy I did not know.
I went back outside, and smoked some more in my depression.
S eventually came out and asked me if I wanted some.
I shrugged, and mumbled, "Not right now."
Time passed. S asked me again, and I declined, again.
I was annoyed, and anxious by the very presence of DH.
Around 3, DH departed.
And I thought, "Oh WTF?" and went and found S, who was watching some activity or other.
"Well," I said, You wanna use my ankle/wrist/cuff/spreader/bar or separate ankle and wrist cuffs?"
He chose the spreader bar, and chose a table in one of the smaller rooms.
I stripped to socks, got on the table, put the cuffs on my ankles, then knelt FDAU with my arms between my legs and he put my wrists in the cuffs.
And he went to work, smacking my bottom with I don't know what all, as I could not see whatever it was he continued to produce from his bag, pausing in between smacks to abuse my cock and balls.
It was...erotically painful.
He let me up, and told me that M had already left to catch the train.
I made my way home, and took pictures of my bottom.
Hmm, all good, so the twice daily alcohol spray seems to work, but I haven't been spraying my thighs below my buttocks, and I'll have THOSE bruises for a while.
Then I took a brief nap,and got up to go to a BoD party.
It wad a bust for me in terms of any action, but what the hell.
I went home, got maybe 3 hours sleep, and got up and went to service.
I was able to figure out, any disappointment I felt meant I was making my happiness contingent on the actions of other people.
Screw that.
I changed the disappointment to anger, and that's what I still feel.
Time to move on.
I've got ice-breaking messages or overtures from 3 tops and one master hanging around.
I'm making new contacts, and I'm movin' on.
I'm writing this at a spanking party in OC where I'm bored beyond shirtless, as it is SO M/f, with a preponderance of males here.  I know that a male sub looking for action at one of these needs to bring his own Top, but if I had one, why the duck would I need to go to a party?
Part of my gloom is from sleep deprivation, I know.
If anything of interest to me happens here, I'll update, but I came here with zero expectations of getting to play, and I'm living quite well up to them.
My EX-friend W messaged me a bit ago, asking if I found something to do or have done at MB.
I read the message, and deleted it.

Update:
Well, a couple female Dommes did come to the party,  and I did get about fifteen minutes of bare bottom paddling from one of them.
Not worth a separate blog, and it wasn't hard enough to generate any new pictures of my red bottom, but it...almost... made the 50 mile trip and $20 cash worthwhile.

May 6 Diary MB part I

So, first Saturday of the month... Moonburn in North Hollywood, a M/m-only open spanking party.
My third...
For the previous ten days, I'd been in e-mail communication with W about, at this event, giving me my first disciplinary-type caning, as I wanted to see the effects of cane strokes only on my unblemished creamy buttocks.
Meanwhile, I had been in another chat with M, who was coming in from out of state, and was looking to get to Moonburn from OC.
I looked up directions via Metro, and passed them on, and agreed to pick M up at the local depot, and take him to the event.
The night before the event,  I reconfirmed with W, his plan to attend, and our plan for the event.
I worked the night before, arrived home 0100-ish, and went lights out 03:15, with the alarm set for 08:30, as I was to meet M at the depot at 11:00, and I had a little housecleaning to do, as the plan included W coming over after MB for some private play.
I think I was awake every half hour, and gave up and got up at 07:15.
It gave me a chance to give Cookie a long walk, get some laundry in the wash, houseclean, then take a long shower and thorough body shave, with time to spare.
I fired up ol' Lappy, and found a message from W: something came up, and he wouldn't be attending MB.
In the course of my usual, verbal conversation, I avoid language that I wouldn't use in front of my mother, even though I know that words are just words, with no power of their own, other than what we impart to them, but I still THINK such words:
GOD DAMMIT!
      and
FUCK ME!
I was SO ... fucking...  disappointed. ..
How many times have I had dates... appointments... cancel, the day before, the day of, whatever?
I've kept track... about fifty percent of the time.
Up to this one, W had been reliable.
I know, I know, stuff happens, there's no stopping the movement of the universe, and no stopping stuff from happening, but just the same,
GOD DAMMIT!
to be continued

diary 5/5 Screencaps from 4/22 video I