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
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.
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.
It’s very probably time to move on.
I’ve made an approach to Sir to formally draw things to a close, things have changed, too complex and private to really detail here. I could analyse it, but ultimately I’m very grateful for all the things he has shown me, things I quite simply couldn’t have imagined, and he’s influenced and helped to shape my views about so much. He has actually changed my life and I’ll never forget that.
2018 has been a bit varied so far, ups and downs, January is indeed the longest month.
I’ve had my nipples and septum pierced, nipples healing fine, septum will take a while yet. Not quite sure how to explain that on Mother’s Day.
Went to the inaugural night of Scotbound in Glasgow, I knew most people there and had a little fun, well what I actually had was bruises for a week, but no real complaints. I’d certainly go again, however the next events planned will clash with my already booked visits to Manchester.
I had planned to go to the leather social in Manchester on the 3rd February but had to cancel due to illness, I’ve been unwell off and on for three weeks, although I have recovered now.
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.
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.
I’ve finally added an update to “It’s a long story“, sorry it’s taken so long. There’s still more to add, so further updates to come in the future.
I went by train to visit Him today, it was far more intense than expected and I enjoyed every moment. There’s never enough time, but it’s always worth it.
Home from holiday, jet lagged, first thing I did on returning home was to lock his collar back around my neck, and to message him to tell him.
I’ve been given a daily task by Sir:
Daily task for you … send a picture a day that inspires you or is something you aspire to do / have done to you.
And a reason for the choice.
I think he knew that I needed something to focus on, and I did. I need contact but he’s a busy man and can’t or isn’t able to give me as much time as I would sometimes like, I do understand that, and things like this definitely help, it’s a nice combination of distraction and following instructions.
My first choices have been:
Scotsboy 