In the same vein as Sir I will speak of an interesting dream I had last night/this morning.

In my dream I was a tranny person I had never met before. It took place some time in the 1920s. (Sir jokes that my dream was directed by Ang Lee.) In any case, I'm this tranny woman who has a small group of biological women friends in a small community. They love and accept her as a woman. Then there comes a time when she has to move from the area and say good bye to her friends. It was very painful for her and she endured. She moved to a slightly larger community where again she was accpeted. Then there's a mob gathering with the intent of going after a black man when the woman spoke up asking "what's next?!? are we going to start going after people like me?!?" The guy leading the mob considered it a moment and suggested that they do in fact go after her and people like her calling her a freak. Suddenly the perspective of the dream changes and I'm a big bulky str8 guy bellowing out that I was a freak like her and if the mob was going to start going after her they had better start with me/him. The crowd disbands and everyone goes home. Later it's the 1970s and I'm the older tranny woman walking a little boy (who she relates to as her grandson) to the bus stop for school. While walking we/she/they go through the town square where she looks around at the community (larger now) and smiles to herself knowing that she had a hand in creating this small loving, accpeting place for her grandson to grow up in. It was really odd.. and in it's way very cool.

Thank you Atripla!

So when I was Sir in this relationship there were a couple times I ordered him to hold his jizz for days... well he's kicked it up a notch. Not only am I not allowed to cum till later this evening, with him, but I get to be wearing a neoprene ball stretcher too. Just so's y'all know.. this has been the case since Monday.( Read more... )

Not really sure what to post here today... uh-oh.. that's usually a sign that it'll be a long post. hehe...

The coup has proven very beneficial for both of us. We went to a D/s discussion group last night. That's something I may well have chickened out on again if I were still in the role of Sir. In the end it was a good thing. ( Read more... )

I am no longer Sir.

what to say in this post. Things with the boy are moving along nicely. If you've read his post you know that I collared him with a training collar the other day. That was nice...

We've had a run-in with someone I know who was telling the boy that what we were doing wasn't "really" BDSM. Then, as I understand it, he went on to tell the boy that if he wanted to explore the scene that I was the wrong guy for him to be doing it with. ( Read more... )

In the past few days my relationship with the boy has shifted to a point where I'm taking the Sir role regularly. Ironically, I thought it would be the other way around when we first started this adventure. The boy seems to be enjoying this greatly. There have been moments when I've been concerned that I won't be dominated by him enough to satisfy my desire to serve him. As I've been settling into this position I've been required to set up scenarios for him to serve. I have to constantly be thinking of ways to make his service to me even more exciting, pleasurable, and satisfying for him. I'm also noticing that in a way.... my desire to serve is being met by having to take care of my boy. This is a positive side affect I was not anticipating.

It's also very helpful that Dick is providing me with a lot of salacious, sadistic ideas of things to do to him. As well as showing me how to train him in a way that is cognizant of his emotional, mental, and physical well-being. This is being a very rewarding experience to date.

Yesterday was challenging. What was supposed to be two simple medical appointments turned into a day of going from this professional to that professional and finding out I'm in worse shape than I thought. I was supposed to be back at work between the two scheduled appointments and in the end I didn't make it back until the end of the day when I picked up the boy for our planned evening. ( Read more... )

I had a lot of fun torturing the boy yesterday. The idea that he was holding his load for me and wouldn't cum until I gave him permission was a massive turn on. Nearly the entire day I could feel my cock dripping with pre-cum. Even the thought of how much restraint he was exercising just to please me brought me hard. I got to learn for a bit that torturing him is also torturing me. Every time I got him worked up anxious and feeling the burning desire to shoot I was also raging and dripping. ( Read more... )

The boy is being tortured right now. It's been several days since he's cum. He's not allowed to give himself release until he has it with me. In the MEANtime I'll be torturing him and his cock. I'll make him get raging hard and still deny him release. It's my hope that when I do finally allow him to shoot his load it will be so intense and generous I'll choke trying to swallow it.

wow what a time I had at Folsom. It's worth noting that this is the first Folsom St. Fair I've been to while in service. I can't say how many I've been to watching people being in serivce and only wishing to be one of those folks. I got to this year! Woo Hoo! ( Read more... )