When I was in my twenties I began to explore basic BDSM with sex partners, but it was not an often occurrence. Usually it happened accidentally. During sex, I kind of spanked the butt of my sex partner to see how he would react. Or sometimes, just based on gut feelings, I would suggest to my sex partner that he allow me to tie him up to the bed. Then I assembled my first toy bag with ropes, clothespins, candles, beach paddles, etc. I remember the decorating of my first apartment was based on medieval torture items including a maze, a whip, among others. But even that was done in disguise, since the wall also included a ceramic face of the Conquistador, Juan Ponce de León that my mother made for me. Grown, greying men are pulled around on leashes and large indomitable, statuesque women call the shots as they yank the chain and their dog-for-a-night comes cantering behind them. When I embraced the leather community, I was not sure how much of my time I could dedicate to it. It did not take long for me to realize that at 42, I had a lot of catching up to do. I began the process of abandoning much of the vanilla world and activities, and unfortunately even friends, as I embraced my leather heart and spirit more and more.

Located close to High Wycombe's train station in the town centre, The Secret Dungeon boasts free parking, Wi-fi, a media centre with the latest films and Sky TV, as well as a fantastic four-poster bed below a mirrored ceiling, a modern kitchen and bathroom with walk-in shower. Plus cosy under-floor heating, complimentary tea, coffee and soft drinks, which all add to our visitors' unique erotic experience. Until too late Jordan had not noticed how large and muscular Bruno was, otherwise he might have been more cautious, but before he could react Dewey’s big brother had grabbed him and thrown him over his shoulder. “We are going to have some fun with you!” he growled Jordan had no idea what was planned for the fair, but hoped he would at least be allowed to wear clothes. Meanwhile today, it was just a relief to have some cover albeit only his tiny blue speedos. The fire ants certainly lived up to their name, and within seconds, Jordan felt as if his entire bottom was literally on fire. With all that flogging go on, it’s good to see TG are prepared for every eventuality. Then I spot his assless chaps.Her exact words are ‘vanilla gateway’ and I can’t help but feel the ‘vanilla’ is aimed at me. I turn my Primary School-style latex swimming shorts towards the bar.

It was then that all three of Jordan’s new tormentor’s produced a selection of old wooden paddles, both fraternity paddles with greek letters or old fashioned domestic paddles with quaint phrases on them. The Gate Club was started over 25 years ago by Master Keith as a Members’ Only club with an emphasis on play. Our mission has always been providing a well-equipped dungeon space; a friendly place to meet with friends old and new; relax & have nights of fun; to tantalise the senses with pleasure & pain. Another Fetters item, extremely heavy duty real leather with in built internal sleeves, keep your sub very cosy. She’s flown over from New York, she says, especially to be part of London Fetish Weekend. She is one of many fascinating creatures who just seem born to be at a place like TG: sexually liberated and at one with the heady soup of nudity and sexuality on display.

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Remember that itching powder you put in the kids clothes while they were in the shower?” he continued “Well we’ve got a different brand … this one is extra strong itching powder” he held up a small bag while tossing a similar bag of white powder to Sammy.

As observers, therefore, we must content ourselves with appreciating his physical beauty and enjoying his ongoing and well deserved discomforts and humiliations. I got my solution very shortly after that. One evening I was at the gay bookstore in Dupont Circle, Lambda Rising, and ran into a book: Ties That Bind by Guy Baldwin. Listed in the index were two chapters on Master/slave relationships. I started reading right there in the bookstore and finally bought the book and took it home. The Master/slave dynamic had always fascinated me but I could not find a way to do it and to learn to do it right. Now this guy, Guy Baldwin, a gay leather psychotherapist from Los Angeles, was telling me how. And I liked what I was reading. Finally, there is a way to do this. There was more than just BDSM play.It took a moment for the powder to take effect, and then, suddenly, Jordan became aware of the most extreme and infuriating itching sensation he had ever experienced. He struggled and writhed in extreme discomfort, desperate to pull off his speedos and try to brush the vile substance off himself, but could do nothing as his hands were tied to the beam above his head. At first he did not recognise them, but they certainly recognized him “Hi Jordan!” sniggered Dewey Rees a small built guy in baggy red swimming shorts “Aren’t you supposed to be bare assed? I head you burnt your asshole!”