Falsehoods

I know that we all lie all the time, it’s a valuable part of human nature and we do it for all sorts of reasons, some good and some bad; but sometimes it just really sticks in the craw.

There seems to be a lot of it around just now; I’ve witnessed some and have seen other people discussing others, from cat fishing to stealing pictures to trying to gain friendship in order to get access to other people, down to the plain nasty and the please shag me / give me money. The very latest I think was “I’ve always fancied you” which was unusual as I hadn’t seen him online until a couple of weeks ago, but sure, you go ahead and do what you need to do to be an online star.

Blah blah blah, I’m not sure why we bother sometimes, is this post a lie? Am I cat fishing you now? Please shag me etc.

😉

Berlin

Sometimes I feel a bit aimless, but that’s now three visits to Berlin where I feel like I’ve had my mind totally blown.

On Friday night I met up with the Master I have met twice before and it was as great as ever, I thought at the time that that would be the highlight of my weekend, but although it was really special there was more to come.

I have been speaking with a Berlin Dom online for a while and we had arranged to meet up and have a drink, see what happens. I met him near to Nollendorfplatz at 11pm and from that moment the conversation just flowed very easily, he was in full leathers, so was I. We went to nearby Mutschmanns where we had a drink and then he showed me around. After talking some more we moved on to New Action where again we had a drink and he showed me around.

He got me to sit, then he sat up behind me with his legs wrapped tightly around me, leaned over and said, boy you are in one of the hardest clubs in Berlin in full leathers under a spotlight and everyone can see you. There was so much kissing, I took his breath and then beer and saliva from his mouth, he licked the sweat from my face.

He asked me to go and get us beers and when I returned he was talking to a man from the south of England who he knew, before long all three of us were kissing, two at a time, three at a time, there was also a bit of nipple licking, although he remained very much in charge.

After a while we were alone again and returned to talking, drinking, kissing, intense eye contact, by 3am I was overwhelmed, my cap dripping with his spit and then his cum, he got me to take off my jacket and tie to cool down and got me water. At 3.30am we were saying goodbye, with plans to meet again at Easter. He checked that I got back to the hotel safely and that everything was okay in the morning.

Hurt

Do you know how bad it is not being able to tell your husband why you’re hurting? Why there’s a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes?

When a Dom does something that breaks your trust and there’s no going back, when you feel abandoned and empty because you’ve never lost a Sir before.

He met me half way, and it was appreciated, but a bombshell has been dropped and it crosses lines which I do not want to cross, and he must know that, there’s no consent and no discussion. It should have been handled better. I still care for him.

I’ll be okay, soon.

Half way

I met a leatherman on Friday night, we each traveled for about two hours in order to meet roughly half way, we both made an effort, I think that was a good start.

I met Him at the Manchester Leather Weekend, well, I say met, I saw Him, I fancied Him, I didn’t go and talk to Him; but I did see Him on Instagram a few days later and I said what I should have in Manchester.

We had been talking online for a couple of weeks and so it was really easy to talk when we met, He took control easily, not that I objected, it was exactly what I wanted. He plugged me and put me in a chastity device, then we went out for food and a drinks.

He had told me that when I entered that room that I was His until he released me the following day.

When we got back to the hotel we both got changed into full leathers and then play began. He was strict but caring, He pushed me and encouraged me, carrot and stick, there was some pain, there was a great deal of pleasure. I had a minor issue which He handled very quickly. There was no script, it was very much an episode in getting comfortable with each other, it was a good start.

When play ended we talked for a couple of hours, then I was left plugged and in chastity for the night, I wondered how easily I would sleep but in fact I had no difficulty. In the morning after some more play He allowed me to cum, afterwards we showered and went out for breakfast.

I hope there can be more. I can’t absolutely explain what I mean, but I know that I want to be pushed further, I’m apprehensive, it’s the unknown, but I want to go further, to have barriers broken down, to have limits tested and pushed.

This feels like it was a good start.

David Stein 1948-2017

Very sorry to hear of the death of the author David Stein who coined the phrase “safe, sane and consensual” in 1983.

His books on M/s relationships are a wonderful read.

My Master has a signed copy of his book ‘Ask the man who owns him’ which was the first BDSM book I bought. A very supportive friend and Master in San Francisco knew him personally.

His fiction books are quite … exciting! Full of emotion.

I sent him an email last year to thank him for his wonderful writing, he replied to say that he was pleased to hear that I had enjoyed it. A good man taken too soon.

Regulars

There’s a guy in Spain who regularly broadcasts live online, usually dressed in either leather or sportswear, smoking, and often late at night, it’s not a sexual thing other than being fetish.

I occasionally watch and chat with him and others, tonight was one of those nights, the conversation was about Masters and submissives, and it once again showed that there are some guys out there who really get it, they’re not out to just use and abuse, they know it’s a mutual thing with limits on both sides.

As always, we’re all so far away from each other, but I can imagine that being in their company would be a good thing.