Subdrop

It’s been quite a while since I’ve had feelings like this, but then it’s been quite a while since I’ve had such good Dom/sub play with someone I was so very keen to please; the kind of attraction and connection that makes you question some of your limits.

After such a high comes the low, the brain chemistry rebalancing, the lack of sleep catching up with you.

I used to suffer from sub drop regularly when I was often taking part in more intense play. I had thought that maybe my coping mechanisms had improved, or that maybe that phase had passed, but last night it came on as an intense few hours of magnified emotions and helplessness, sleep helped little, kind words helped more. My own thoughts turned on me, gnawing away at every good thing they could find.

Here I am, 24 hours later, it’s gone and things are definitely returning to normal, but I feel odd, calm again in a body still suffering from the affects of the stress, aches and pains, a slight headache, it should be better tomorrow.

Aftercare is so important, and in my own experience sub drop mostly comes on two to three days after play, and the simplest of techniques works on me, tell me that I’m valued, wanted, and a good boy.

Need

I’m feeling an incredibly intense need to sit at a Dom’s boots, naked, collared, between his legs, his hands on me, close to him.

I haven’t done that in such a long time, it’s a completely emotional need, but then I’ve mostly been playing without a proper D/s element and I really want and miss that.

It’s great fun playing with people you enjoy playing with, but I’m a loyal and affectionate boy and the affection and encouragement is what brings out my need to please and the desire to experiment, with the right guy, some guys just don’t understand.

Social

With a little healthy encouragement I started a leather social in my city, a monthly event, the first one just happened and I met new people and really enjoyed myself. It was relaxed and friendly, exactly what I hoped it would be, what was expected to be a couple of hours turned into five.

Two guys at the social who I had previously only known online told me a story of how I inspired them to go to a gay fundraiser in full rubber, after they had seen me there the previous year in full leather, I had no idea, they even showed me pictures! That night in leather was a real moment for me as I was the only person in leather at the event, and it was the first time some friends had seen me in leather. There’s now talk of going together to the next one!

I’ve had a great day, my husband came along to support me, he doesn’t entirely understand this side of me, but his support really helped a lot.

Thank you

I don’t always like myself very much, but a man I like and respect told me that I was “one of the kindest friendliest leathermen you will ever meet”, and then a couple of others agreed with him.

I think it’s hard to keep sight of the fact that we all have these feelings from time to time.

Thank you A, I appreciate Your kind words very much indeed x

Judging a book by its cover

Much as we like to think that we don’t do this I think we all do, the subconscious mind is always at work.

I had the pleasure of spending some real quality time with a guy that I had previously made assumptions about based almost entirely upon his demeanour and attire, ironic I know coming from a Leatherman. Turns out he is intelligent, absolutely fascinating to talk to and really pretty damn horny.

I have of course apologised. Hopefully there’s at least the beginnings of a friendship there.

Fists of fury

I’d been trying for quite a long time, and it’s not exactly a thing I feel that I can talk particularly openly about, with a few exceptions, but towards to the end of last year I got fisted.

It wasn’t Santa Claus, I just thought the accompanying picture was vaguely amusing.

I had read a great deal and talked to other people who had done it and as they said, most of what was stopping me was entirely in my own head, although a good teacher is a wonderful thing.

I was supposed to be away for the weekend with another man and had been let down at the last minute, another unexpected opportunity came along and I grasped it. I didn’t know it was going to happen, I just went with the flow and followed his advice and it just happened. I suppose I was waiting for another guy to do it with me, but it’s just proving to be too complicated and I can’t keep waiting.

I’ve done it a few times now and have been pushing my limits a little each time. One guy I enjoy playing with has fairly huge hands and that’s the next challenge, although I still need to learn to control my breathing a bit more.

It’s a fairly extreme act, to most people, but it’s not painful and the intense connection it brings is absolutely incredible.

Twatpuffin

I couldn’t think of another title and so the ridiculous seemed quite apt.

I’m not actually feeling sorry for myself, god knows it’s incredibly unattractive. The last few weeks I’ve been heavily loaded with work and my mood has been up and down and all over the place! I’ve seen and hopefully helped a couple of friends who have been in fairly terrible mental situations over Christmas, and my own Christmas and New Year were perfectly good, even if one family member in particular would drive you to strong drink.

January began with a bang and time with a guy I enjoy playing with, but there’s not much else on the horizon just now, and that strong emotional connection is elusive.

Can I please sit at a Dom’s boots? Okay, I know it’s a lot to ask. So much potential and January is a long month.