1/11/2014 9:53:54 PM: Please...no.

12/6/2013 4:59:44 PM: I love when people lecture about the idea of safe, sane and consensual.   Safe and Consensual...cool. But no kidding, I'm looking for a woman (or couple) to do awful things to me. Intentionally.    Does a sane person want to be paraded around naked in front of a room of strangers...and the ejaculate on command? Does a sane person get a hard cock from the thought of dread at being dressed as a slut...just to make the other person laugh. Does a sane person want to be locked in humiliating attire, only to perform more humiliating tasks to be released from it?   I'll be safe.   I'll be consensual-ish.   But sane?    That ship sailed long ago.      

8/5/2013 4:02:47 PM: FIRST DATE We meet in a public place. I give you my cell phone and car keys for insurance and assurance. Then in public, I subtly cuff my hands in front of me. You have the key.    Still no words are spoken and I follow you. At this point trust in you, and fear of what could cum, are absolute.    We arrive in a more private place. Not out of the public, just out of the way. Still no words are spoken.   You say only 'strip.'   I do. You briefly unlock my hands and cuff them behind me.   You point to he ground. I drop to my knees.   My cocks is a straining mess. You move forward, put your legs together and nod.     I guess, hopeful and dreading what I've got myself into.   I'm humping your boots for all I'm worth. My moans are desire and dread rolled into one.   It does not take long and I explode in a flash of ecstasy and shame. You point to the mess and I know I am to lick and make it all gone before you'll uncuff my hands.   It. Is. Awful.   I'm not sure but I swear I saw a cellphone capturing the scene as it unfolded. I choose to ignore the thought. When I'm done you uncuff me and hand me the my phone and car keys. and We go our separate ways without a word being spoken. It's up to you if I've earned a follow up email from you.

7/24/2012 7:22:18 AM: Was just asked by someone what the 'slutty attire' was describe in my previous entry. Which seemed like an entirely fair question. So here's the 411:       Heels and stockings (I have firm, muscular legs, the contrast is striking). Those diabolical locking leather heel straps (assuring that I have no control of when/how things end). Black jockstrap and bra. And of course, sticky, glossy lips, which are either wrapped around a ballgag, or pried open with a spidergag (which it goes without saying, are padlocked).

6/21/2012 5:11:32 AM: You said, 'I’m not all that motivated, but I’m feeling sadistic and want to make you suffer for me. Go dress yourself up slutty, something I will think is hot, and then bring my cock to me. And the crop. I want to sit here and watch TV while you practice sucking my dick. If I feel like you’re not giving it your all, I’ll use the crop to motivate you. If you do a good job, I’ll let you hump my stripper boots on the floor till you cum, and then lick up your mess. If you do a bad job, I’ll make you hump the floor and lick that off.   After I clean up my mess, you say “Not done yet boy. Go cuff yourself to the bed and reflect on the taste in your mouth while you’re dressed like that. I’ll come unlock you when I feel like it”