Monday, 16 July 2012

fetish week, demmo's at regulation. E-stim cock vice

Following on from the previous post, the next demo we observed and took part in was a demonstration of an E-stim accessory that I doubt my partner and I will be getting, however we did have a fun time when it came to our turn at the controls. The attachment was a perspex vice, in which one of Regulation model's cock was secured in. The control box was also something special too. It used a microphone to regulate the power and intensity of the charge given meaning the louder and deeper the sound. This was fun for the sheer experimentations, and I loved seeing what my partner, a trained singer, could do with that. I will admit to taking a great amount of pleasure with this demo as the testee is a friend of ours whom has had me at his mercy in the past, hehe.
please note faces have been blurred to protect the subjects identity. this is your loss as the facial expressions he pulled are great!

E-stims website:
The vice attachment:
and regulation's site:

Sunday, 15 July 2012

fetish week, demos at regulation. the rubber ball

well this fetish week i didnt get to do much, but one of the events was able to attend was the demmo day at Regulation on saturday.
My partner and I had a rather informative discussion with a representative for E-Stim about all there products. This little chat was great for us as our latetst acquisition had been the basic E stim kit and we LOVED it. the amount of play and experimentation we was able to get out of just the basic sticky pads was a verifiable cornocopica of delights and so we were eager to see what other toys we could get to go along with it. It was after that that some real fun came in a demmo of the rubber ball. It sounds odd to describe but this it of kit works a huge rubber coccoon, completely encasing the user in a high pressurised rubber bubble. the volunteer to use such a thing was a friend of mine, Rubber Boy seraph.
you can find his recount of it at:
regulations site:


Wednesday, 18 April 2012

The gym thing: Ego tripping

The gym thing again.
Ego tripping

so now we will talk about my gym neurosis once again. Since starting at the gym I have found myself to be a lot happier with myself and my life. Whilst no where near as big as I was, I have kept my pot-belly, and intend to keep it that way, people now seem to be calling me an otter cub instead of a bearcub because of that. The biggest change is that I am gaining quite a lot of muscle mass. I have definition on my arms and legs and my frame is changing shape. I'm working hard to put on as much muscle mass as I can before my holiday in San Diego this June.
This change has brought about a flurry of compliments my way. People have really noticed how my body has evolved and I often hear how much thinner I am. The best point was when I was cuddling with my boyfriend and after shifting the get comfortable he looked up at me and asked me to tense my muscles again. After flexing my biceps he looked at me with a huge grin and spent the time checking out how much firmer my body had become.

So the gym is working for me this time. I am getting a body I enjoy and people are complimenting me. So where is the neurosis you may ask? What is wrong now?
The answer is that I am worried about the ego it is giving me. For a long time now the men who regularly go to the gym I always assume are egotistical narcissistic body fascists. You know them, the clique that stand in the corner of a club posing while looking disapprovingly at those who are not. I now worry in a big way that I will become like those people. Its like the moment in mean girls where the main character realises she is talking about herself so much people are board by it but she finds she can't stop.

This is a worry to me as I have noticed myself becoming more egotistical about my appearance. Though I stop and wonder why that is worse than disliking my appearance? Are we as a culture so programmed to seek improvement on ourselves from products and surgeries and diets that when we do get to a state we can be happy with ourselves we are told to then feel guilty about it?
This worry over my ego has lead me to wonder about my own prejudices. The fact that my first assumption about people that go to the gym are probably stuck up, cliquey people says more about me than it does about them.

Recently one of the new people I have been getting to know since new years is an armature body-builder with the physique of a Greek god and the strength to throw me around like a rag doll. He is not humble about his body. He himself stated he is an extremely vain child, and also a huge exhibitionist. I suspect the latter is a large part of his motivation to work for such a big body. What has stood out about him is that he seems like a great guy. He is cheerful and nice and the opposite of what gym bunnies were supposed to be in my world view.

I guess what this boils down to at the very heart of the matter is I am not worried about becoming vain or egotistical but not being a nice person any-more. Its not the idea of liking my own body so much as judging other people for theirs. To a lesser extent it's also the worry if I achieve the physique I want then people will make the same assumptions about me that I have made about others.
These worries I know will stay with me for a long time, but in a way that is a good thing. They will act as a safeguard preventing my fears coming to pass. I just have to keep reminding myself that so long as I keep an open mind and don’t look down on others for being who and what they are then I wont become a douchbag. I know myself who I am, a person who loves a wide rainbow of body types and someone who enjoys getting to know new people and new experiences. I just have to be reminded of that sometimes.

p.s. In case you are wondering, dear reader, the muscle god has promised to throw me about a wrestling mat and do all sorts of nasty things to me. When it happens in shall be sending you a full report ;-).

Sunday, 11 March 2012

life as it is

Ah my dear, dear reader. I have let you down. I have been off having little adventures and such and not relaying it to you. This will be remedied very soon, and all my little tails will be recanted.

For now i just wanted to keep you up to date on my life. My social life has exploded since new-years day and i am getting to know a great new social circle of geeks and kinksters, and having many adventures along the way.
This seems to take up the lions share of the time now as it means much of my free time is spent traveling up and back to London. My wallet is beginning to feel the pinch of this for sure and i think maybe its time to look for work and housing closer to the big smoke.
i will give a brief synopsis of whats been going on in my life, in verse.

first i went to high tea with a guy that suited and booted me
he clad me in a three piece suit and fondled me with glee
for office dress was very much his cup of tea
that's why he made me role play as his Secretary.

i sped after work to a get together for pancake Tuesday
where many dressed in rubber for after pancake play
tight in latex we groped and rubbed together in a play-full way
though we were running out of rubber shinning spray

another party, a week later in the same place
saw me putting a gas mask over another guys face
with my comrades sealing him in a neoprene case
and our tickling saw him writhing with little grace

and today i had great time piggy backing a big muscle boy
of his intentions for puppy tails and wrestling he was not coy
for he seemed content to throw me about like a play toy
and his wish to do so brang me much joy

Sunday, 5 February 2012

It hurts every time. We always have to say goodbye and it hurts.

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

sexlog 15.1.12

In which our hero learns to shift his weight, a flying kick is administered to the balls and the best angle on a man is appreciated.

“you know, I think this has to be my favourite angle to view a man.” these are the thoughts that run through my head as a cock is slid down into my throat. I say slid in because I am in a very passive position. My hands are tied behind my back and tauntly roped to my feet, leaving me quite immobile . My play partner is on top pressing his lovely thick cock down my throat, meaning I am looking up from between his thighs, passed the balls that are pressing down on my nostrils to the lovely mounds of his buttocks. The musk of the balls, feel of his cock filling my mouth and the sight of his ass is a very potent mix indeed.
The only sight that matches it greets me later when his weight bears down on top of me as I am forced to rim him and I see the terrain of his back stretching out above me. The mountains of his shoulder blades in the distance, parted by the valley of his spine leading to the hills of his ass right in-front of my eyes.

My play partner is M. who I mentioned in my posting on the new years day Recon event. After much twitter flirting it was felt that a meet-up would be in order, so I shlocked my ass into London and over to his place. Well things very quickly heated up once I was through the door I soon found myself on the bed being sucked and kissed while my hands were roped behind my back. Once I was hog-tied it was a fun while of the aforementioned forced sucking and rimming till my tongue ached. Something that I particularly like is the fact that I was expected to still move and shift my own weight while tied up. Oh don’t get me wrong, a man dragging me round the room and manhandling me into position is hot for me but having to wiggle and struggle really highlighted how vulnerable I was. It also made me feel like I was having to work to get to suck my tops cock.
After a while of this there was a quick rearrange of my limbs so my arms were tied to the corners of the bed my exposed balls were weighted down, by way of a ball stretcher, to a spare trainer left on the floor. Then a but-plug was produced and slowly drove into me. With my ass filled and nuts constantly tugged I found it a but harder to concentrate on the tick cock that was once again being shoved into my mouth, but I didn’t have to worry about that for too long. Once I was loose and relaxed enough it came time to be untied for something a bit more intimate. Now M. has a lovely thick bodied cock that felt great filling my mouth but being a bit of a novice fuckee I found it a little hard to take at first. It was on the second attempt, once we had re-arranged into a spooning position, that he was able to push into me and I was able to feel him stretch and fill me without too much pain. We build up the rhythm slowly, with him taking small gentle movements until I started to loosen up more. The small rocking grew into full grown thrusts soon enough as he was pinning my leg back to get deeper into me as I pushed into him. It was a long while we kept this up until I felt the need to cum. We shifted so I was on my back with my ass in the air and he thrust down on top of me. As he drove deep into me I began to wildly jerk my cock to climax where I covered myself in thick viscose strands.
The glow of the sexual endorphin high lasted a long time, with a nice, long, sticky, cuddling session with occasional snogging. When it came time to finally move about again, I first had to take of the ball stretcher. M started by tugging at the shoelace that launched the shoe right into my balls.
I'm *assured* this flying kick was not intentional CBT but an accident. Lol.

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

the new year party

The new year
In which out hero has an enforced quiet night in. a training implement is given, and the joys of new friends.

well I brought in the new year in a very quiet way; I lost my voice from a bad throat and cold I have been battling with since Christmas and it hit me hardest new years. As a result I stayed in bed for the big countdown listening to the NYE Hogmany celebration on BBC radio Scotland.
The next day however was a very different story.
Feeling much better I packed my bag and headed into London where I checked myself into a travel lodge (where expectations of budget lodgings go to die) and went off to have myself a fun night out of debauchery at the London full fetish event hosted by recon. It had been a long while since I stayed out for a club and it was a much needed break and relaxation. Though come to think of it relaxation may not be the right word.
Where to start?
As well as catching up with an old friend, my big bro and his daddy I met some new people that ensured I had a very good night. The big Bro and I caught up and finally was able to exchange Christmas presents. I had bought him a white wrestling singlet that gets see through when stretched. I am hoping it looks as fine as I imagine it might, but I will have to wait till next time I see him for that. He, on the other had, got me a Christmas present which did get used that night, mostly by him ON me. He got me a ridding crop. For much of the night he was gleefully taking swipes at my butt whenever the opportunity presented itself. This caught the attention of a group of friends standing nearby us and turned out to be a great conversation starter with them. We chatted for a bit and got to know them and they all seemed a great bunch. For privacy reasons I will not talk about all of them and those I do I will refer to as S,M and A from this point.
It wasn’t long before the conversation broadened and I brought up the fact that S had a flogger on him, which he kindly demonstrated on me. For the rest of the night the party referred to me as 'S's new toy' which I found to be a real turn on. I was very much passed around that group to be groped, fondled, snoged, tickled and made to lick and suck. A, a large muscular guy my age, used a few wrestling moves to lock me in place while I was played with by the rest. Another mention was a rubber clad cutie, M, I found to be a great kisser, among other things.
So I left that night far more satisfied than I have been in a long time and knowing a few new people whom I am sure will bring even more good times. So not a bad start to the new year.

Im hoping event picks will show soon, I will post here if the do.