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 withContinue reading “Catching Up”

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 ordersContinue reading “Remote Control”

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”. IfContinue reading “That Empty Feeling”

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 toContinue reading “To Fuck or Not to Fuck”

The Pup, The Playroom, and The Freakishly Large Hands

I slept quite soundly the night I met the pup. In fact, I slept very soundly. I guess it was a sort of mini-vacation and I didn’t realize how much stress there has been lately. I did get a bit stressed when I realized I didn’t have the new Netflix password. I was deep inContinue reading “The Pup, The Playroom, and The Freakishly Large Hands”

The First Fist: A Tale of a Talented Top with a Tight Ass

It’s no secret that Tripp is a fisting bottom. Over the years, I have become a very good fisting Top. I’ve fisted guys long before I met Tripp. We met because fisting was on the menu, and I’ve subsequently had a great deal of time and practice to develop my technique. There’s a group ofContinue reading “The First Fist: A Tale of a Talented Top with a Tight Ass”

To Tripp On Our 2 Year Chastity Anniversary

I’ll never forget our first date. I took you to that hole in the wall by the beach. I’m surprised both of us survived that experience, and even more surprised you agreed to a second date. I know we’ve been back to that place a few times, for laughs. I guess it will always beContinue reading “To Tripp On Our 2 Year Chastity Anniversary”