Folsom Street Fair 2009

One event that I attend every year is Folsom Street Fair. It is normally the last Sunday in September. I started attending in 2001. A couple of friends from Camp Red Tails invited me up for the Fair. Being a country boy from the hills of East Texas, I was not ready for what I saw. Men and women in all stages of undress doing serious and not so serious BDSM activities right there in the street in front of everybody. I was hooked.

After this year’s camp, I offered my extra bed in my hotel room to Master David and Pup Dave. I had met Pup Dave at camp and our personalities had just clicked. As the weekend got closer, I was able to convince Master and Boy Jake to join us.

The fair is only on that Sunday, but events are ongoing all weekend. Master and I drove to San Francisco from Palm Springs. We arrived just in time to meet Master David and Pup Dave at the airport. It was good to see Pup Dave and interesting to meet Master David. I was apprehensive about meeting Master David. I had “checked him out” through friends and they had nothing bad to say about him (very rare indeed). I introduced the two dominants and let things go where they would go. Two issues made me nervous about that weekend. Would the two Masters (Master Wil and Master David) get along and not try to become the Alpha Dom in the room? Would Master David be able to accept me as a collard boy who owned a boy?

After picking up Boy Jake we all headed to the Hotel and got checked in. We (read Master Wil and Master David) planned out the weekend. Everyone seemed to have a great time. Boy Jake was in shock at the entire situation. He later told me that the four of us were the first men that he had ever “spent the night” with.

My day started early on Sunday. We began with a quick breakfast and onto the fairgrounds before 0800 to begin the setup of the Mans Hand Films Spank Booth. Master David and Pup Dave came along to help. The Mans Hand Films Spank Booth has been in existence for 15 years and has raise in excess of $50,000 for the Aids Emergency Fund and the Breast Cancer Awareness fund. The donation is $1 a lick and $5 a spanking. Most donators drop a $20 in the jar. It is for a good cause and gives you that unique Folsom travel gift; a sore red butt.

Everyone worked really hard and gave everything for the booth. Another Folsom was over and there were 364 day left until we did it again. The room at Folsom worked so well, I hope we do it again. My two worries were baseless. It was great to make new friends and celebrate old ones. If you ever find yourself at the fair, stop by the booth and say hi. You can even drop a donation and bend over.

Dominance and Pain

A reader of my blog on Pain asked for me to continue the conversation by specifically writing about Pain, as it pertains to my dominance. Keeping in mind my previous statements, here are my thoughts.
I cannot lie. Inflicting pain does get my dick hard. There is just something about a good submissive taking what I am giving and trusting me to do it right. Honestly, the look in a man’s eyes as he finally lowers those mental walls and lets me in is priceless.
For me, there is something that happens in me when a man submits to a spanking or any other of the multitude of ways I can cause pain. They take the pain because I give it. Some have shared what is in their heads and what drives that need for the pain I give, but in the end, they have submitted to it. The amount of pain or the length that it is suffered is not important to me. It is seeing the man get what he is looking for that pushes me over the edge.
I am going to share three different experiences with three different men that are examples of what I am talking about.
Jay is also into my gateway fetish of spanking. We met from an ad in a now defunct hookup board. That was in 1999, so I have been spanking him for ten years now. We first met in my hotel room in Arlington, VA. We had a pleasant session and went on our way. We chatted and played again and I have been playing ever since. We have become good friends and he is a man that will call me on the carpet when he thinks I need it. With that being said, he has a serious problem with my submissive side. Jay takes extremely long and severe spankings from me. During our three-day weekends, the spankings can last six to eight hours with diminutive breaks. We eat a meal and then back at it. Jay takes a huge amount of spanking and very rarely bruises. He is the only man that has every caused me to shoot my load while I was fully dressed and spanking him. He also has another fetish that we will discuss later. The connection between us is palpable during a scene.
Boy Jake was a nervous wreck during the first time we played. We had talked long and hard about what was expected and things that could happen. He was shaking and hard as a rock when I had him strip. For six hours I inflicted pain after pain in my boy. At times, he was scared. He cried and wailed and begged. The one thing he did not do, ask me to stop. The last 20 strokes he got were with a switch. His body was twitching so bad that it was hard for me to hit the mark. Boy Jake marvels at that first time of play. I have to say that I was pleased also, not because he took a lot of pain (he did). What got me hard was the fact that he trusted my skills and me and allowed me to inflict pain until I saw the look in his eyes. The look was one of fear of not being able to take it. With that fear coursing through his veins, he still held position.
Pup Dave and I have played a few times. As I have discussed before,the submission that exudes from from Pup Dave does something to me as a Dominant. Although, our play is not just about pain, he has taken a great deal from me and never asked me to stop or even moved out of space. Pup Dave and I had a wonderful Dominant/submissive time filled with intense pain in the playspace at Camp Red Tails in th early morning hours. The way he grabed hold off me and held on for dear life was powerful. Even though that was in July, my cock is fighting the chastity device for room. Allowing me complete control and his gift to me of tears marks it as one of my favorite moments in my BDSM life.
These different experiences are the submission that stokes my dominance. I don’t see it in every person I play with, but when I do it is powerful. This is what makes my play with Jay, Boy Jake, and Pup Dave so special.

Chastity and Chastity Devices

First things first: Happy Veteran's Day and for the Marines out there, Happy Marine Corps Birthday.
Before anyone complains, yes Pup Dave consented to the pictures being shown of his Master's device and himself.
Strictly defined, chastity is the abstinence from sexual relations. For men (boys), in a BDSM sense, it means abstinence from sexual intercourse and masturbation at the insistence of the Dominant or Master. For some submissives and Dominants. This includes the use of a chastity device.
My boy Jake is not able to wear a chastity device. This does not mean that he is not in some form of chastity at times. At my discretion, I will place Jake in chastity. It is not a punishment or deprivation driven thought. I will tell him he is restricted. He may only touch his cock and balls to clean them. Since Jake is married, I also control when he has sex with his wife (shsssss.. don’t tell her). I make sure she is quite satisfied before Jake is placed in chastity. I will give him no warning and will just drop tell him that he is on restriction. I do not tell him when he will come off restriction.


Our Masters irregularly let pup Dave and me out of chastity. Both of our Masters use a chastity device. As you can see from the first picture, Pup Dave’s junk is encased in the Mr. S Stainless Steel Chastity Device. My junk is encased in the acrylic of the CB-6000 as seen in the second picture. I had not had the experience of a chastity device before my Master placed me in one. It has had some unexpected effects on me. The first three days in the device are always the worst. My mind is continually on sex and things that turn me on. I did not realize before this device that being able to actually touch my cock was very important to me. When I am in this device that is not possible. Master has commented that the chastity and the chastity device causes me to be more obedient (there is that word again). I know that the device does make me more mindful and aware of the Master. I really don’t ever forget about Him but the device re-enforces that I am his property and He owns all of me. Everything I do is at His will only.
Master never tells me when the device is coming off. His treatment of me when it is coming off is exactly the same as when I am about to be punished. I never truly know what is coming. There are some comic side effects of wearing a device for eighteen days or longer. One is that my sex drive is kicked into overdrive. Most of my time is spent releasing over and over and over again. Another effect is that “goo” covers everything in copious amounts. In a way, I guess I return to be a twelve-year-old boy.
Master’s use of chastity and the chastity device has brought me to deeper levels of obedience and submission. It was also a conversation starter while skinny-dipping in the hot tub at the Manhunt Palm Springs Pride Party. Imagine that.

Pain

Today’s blog started as a conversation between a friend of mine and me. We both discovered that what gets us off in any scene is the submission, not the pain. I will even go so far as to say that I do not like pain. Many people find this odd considering what I do most of the day, every day. A session with Master, or with another Dominant has nothing to do with the amount of pain given by the Master or Dominant. It is the gift of submission that I give to the Dominant that is important to me. Honestly, I can be in my most submissive state from an over the knee hand spanking as I can from a six hour pain fest.
Pup Dave and I have a similar problem. Because of some of our play, we have been termed, by some, as pain pigs. That offends pup and me because it is not what we are and not our submissive realities. Master obviously pushes all the right buttons for me. Because He desired to put a collar around my neck, I am His slave boy. Master’s play runs the spectrum. When He does anything with me, my gift of submission is that I will take whatever He gives. If He desires me over His knee while he gently slaps my ass, He will get me over His knee while He gently slaps my ass. If He wants me chained down to a spanking bench while He canes and beats my ass a thousand different shades of black and blue, that is what He will get. This is the submission that I freely give to Him. I am immensely lucky that He placed His collar around my neck. I do not like pain and do not like being in pain but sometimes I need it bad. The most definite reason I take what He gives is because He desires it and it makes His cock hard. Those are my goals.
Pup gave a great insight about the whole issue: “In fact, if someone thinks I enjoy the pain, it makes the act of submission worthless because that would mean the whole thing is just a selfish act.” I could not agree more.
Pain is a means to an end. It flavors the play but is not the goal.

Pup Dave

Have you ever met someone that had a personality that meshed with your own? Pup Dave is just such a person for me. I met him for the first time at Camp Red Tails this July. The first time we met, he sat down next to me at dinner and we chatted. As a leatherman, the first thing I noticed was the collar around his neck. We discussed that his master, Master David, had allowed him to come and play at camp. That was all I needed to hear.
I have to admit though, pups have mostly pissed me off at leather events. Many pups try to force you into their play. Very few men force me to do anything. I had had a few good experiences with pups at pup Patrick's International puppy contest in 2002 and 2003. Pup Dave is a very unassuming and authentic man. That came across immediately. I soon found myself with him at my feet while I drank coffee and scratched his head for hours.
We played a couple of times at Camp and I had a great time. Camp closed and I went back to reality. Soon afterward, I found that pup had opened a profile on SpankThis Hookups. We began chatting daily. I introduced him to Jake. He had met Master at camp. I offered my extra bed at Folsom Street Fair to his Master and pup. The five of us in the room was tight but I think it worked really well. I got to meet Master David and get his evil stare from time to time. It was a great time with great friends.
Pup Dave and I seem to share the same brain. He and I are near the same age and have many similar interests and life experiences. He sees and understands that I am obedient to Master but dominant to Jake and accepts me as I am. Hell, he has even taught me things about being a submissive.
You will notice an event announcement in the upper right corner of the page. Master David Merrill and Jacob Nathaniel Pring are your hosts there and at the door you might see a pup begging for bacon....or something more.
I guess in my time in the leather community I have found that authenticity is the sexiest thing about a leather dominant or submissive. You can wear what you want and do what you want but without being authentic to yourself, it is just playacting.
If you would like to learn more about Master David's family or Pup Dave, you can visit His website at http://www.masterdavid.net/ .