The Accidental Pup

I met a puppy this week. Not an actual canine, but a boy/pup. He’s made quite an impression on me. It all started, as these things do, with chastity. I guess I’m kind of known for being locked, at least on Twitter. There’s a very adorable boy who follows me who has wanted to beContinue reading “The Accidental Pup”

Call Me By My Name

If someone calls me a bitch, pussy, cunt, or fag, I’m coming for them. If Sir does it, I just come. It’s funny the different reactions the same words cause depending on the situation. When I’m in sub space, I am that fag, cunt, or pussy. Hearing Sir call me that just reinforces our powerContinue reading “Call Me By My Name”

I Knew I was Kinky When…

There’s been a meme going around Twitter. People are posting images from TV, books, or films from their past that stirred their initial homosexual lust. Even before that particular lust started in me, the bdsm lust was there. From a very early age I was turned on by images of bondage and torture. The factContinue reading “I Knew I was Kinky When…”

Fugu Come Dancing

For those not familiar with Fugu, it’s a dish made from pufferfish, which if not prepared correctly, can actually kill you. Pufferfish contain tetrodotoxin, which even in small doses is fatal. However, when prepared correctly, it’s a delicacy. But every time you eat it, you could die. For most of my life, come was theContinue reading “Fugu Come Dancing”

Transitions

It’s coming up on the two year anniversary of when Tripp agreed to keep me locked. As of my writing this, it’s been a little over 700 days. I’ve had a number of questions from folks regarding how that came to be, did we plan on locking me indefinitely, and if not, how have thingsContinue reading “Transitions”

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”

I’m calling Shenanigans

I read an article about the rise of the leather scene. The author claimed that gay men began wearing leather gear because it was “hyper-masculine” and a response to the view that gay men were effeminate. It argued it arose from motorcycle gangs and was meant to intimidate. Bullshit. It’s arguably masculine, but I don’tContinue reading “I’m calling Shenanigans”