Of Collars and Cages

One of my Twitter followers pointed out that I’m not collared in my blog cover pic. “Aren’t you in a steel collar?” he asked. Yes, I usually am. I picked that photo because I liked it, and other than not having my collar on at that moment, I think it represents me well. I feelContinue reading “Of Collars and Cages”

You Could Swim in That

In the beginning, Tripp was impressed by how many times I could come in a day. It was not unusual for us to have sex two or three times per day, and my very reliable cock would rise to the occasion with startling rapidity. I could fuck him, get soft in his ass, then getContinue reading “You Could Swim in That”

Locked for Life

For most of my adult life, my dick (like most guys) was the center of my sexual universe. As a Top, I was very focused on my dick, using my dick, and having my dick pleased. I could be a very selfish top, which the boys I played with generally wanted. I tended to lookContinue reading “Locked for Life”

Waxing Poetic

I’ve been getting a Manzilian every month (until this month when the Governor closed all “non-essential” business). This involves removing all the hair on my pubes, cock, balls, and ass with wax (I didn’t care about the ass so much, but it’s included and Sir likes it). When I was first caged, it became quicklyContinue reading “Waxing Poetic”

Trading Spaces

I’m the submissive partner (sexually) in our relationship, as readers are probably aware. I haven’t always been and my submissive role in my marriage is new(ish) and happened out of a need to recreate our marriage. However, I didn’t go from Dom to sub overnight. You can’t change who you are on a whim. I’veContinue reading “Trading Spaces”