The Collaring

It’s been a little less than a year since my relationship with Sir ended. I’m just starting a potential relationship with a new Sir (fingers crossed), but he’s already mentioned a collar and that got me thinking about the last time I was collared (also, it got me hard, but that’s beside the point). For

Asstravaganza

I got up early, way too early on Sunday. I had to drop Tripp off at the airport. It’s his first post-pandemic flight. I got up at the ungodly hour of 5:30 am to take him to the airport. In the past, when he had an early flight, he’d take an Uber, but you can’t

A Means or an End?

Over on my second favorite blog, DenyingThumper, the rabbit has been stewing a bit lately about how locked men see their cages. He’s also been polling on Twitter, between posts about his now size 32 waist (skinny bitch). The results have been fascinating, though I admit that some of the possible “answers” didn’t really fit

The Slave Whisperer

The saga with @SouthernSwitch1 (aka Alpha) continues. He’s actually extremely good at bringing my slave tendencies to the forefront. I don’t think this is anything permanent (though one never knows what life will throw at you). It’s more like he’s helping keep the currently idled slave in working order. I’m like those A380’s put in

Catching Up

I haven’t written in a while. Not because I don’t have anything to write about (in fact, quite the opposite), but just because I haven’t had time to sit down and write anything. Work has been busier than ever, and I’ve been spending almost 7 days a week getting things up and running, dealing with

Remote Control

Geez, another post already? You usually go days or weeks without posting, Doc. Sometimes even longer. What’s going on here? Well, dear readers, there’s stuff to talk about! If a man you’ve never met, who is the boy/slave of a friend who lives on the other side of the country starts texting you with orders

Collar Time

Tripp and I have sex. It’s fairly vanilla (I mean, as much as having my cock in a metal tube can be considered vanilla) most of the time. There’s kissing and stroking and nipple play and usually some ball play, and maybe the wand, but nothing that either of us will have bruises from. When

That Empty Feeling

What I really miss most is that morning text instructing me what size plug I was to carry that day. Sir had me plugged 5 days a week, and each morning He would sent a cryptic little text indicating His preference. Usually it was “XL” or “XXL”, and every so often, the dreaded “XXXL”. If

M4M

Wanted: experienced, caring yet sadistic dominant leatherman for locked, plugged, submissive slave. Interest in bondage, discipline, cbt, (desire for boot, cock, and ass worship encouraged). Strong sex drive and desire to fuck highly desirable. Collar desired. Must tolerate that slave is married and has a pup under lock. Slave good in groups and eager to

To Fuck or Not to Fuck

I didn’t fuck the boy. I thought about it. I agonized about it. I wanted to, but in the end, I couldn’t. The first evening, after spending quite some time with my fist in it, I was staring at a beautiful gaping hole and a boy in heat wanting more. A boy I wanted to