Like most blogs on my blogroll, I can’t recall how I stumbled upon THE MANGINA MONOLOGUES, but I can tell you that once I read it, I was hooked. Sure, it didn’t hurt that the author — cb — is one hell of a sexy man, but it was his sense of humor and writing style that brought me back. From batshit crazy weddings to pouty pissing pups to masturbation sessions witnessed by the neighbors, there’s a lil something for everyone over at cb’s place. (Not to mention some incredibly *schwing!* inducing pics of the author’s gorgeous mug from time to time…)

I’ve decided that I want to get into bondage… sir.

I’ve been into leather for years– although much more for the “playing dress up” aspect than the actual lifestyle. Remember those cotton commercials from years ago ‘the look, the feel of cotton– the fabric of our lives”? That’s how I feel about leather– only add to that list “the smell”. And insert the word “sex” before “lives”.

Heh,heh… I said ‘insert’!

There’s just something about guys in leather that is hot. I propose a ‘man-law’ that everyone looks sexier in leather gear, just like everyone looks better wet. Perhaps its playing on the whole gladiator/slave fantasy look. Perhaps its because society tells us that men in leather are more masculine. Maybe its the danger/taboo/kinky aspect. I don’t know, but me likey!

One caveat– twink boys in leather. While they DO look hotter, I’m still not into them.

Anyway– I started collecting leather items and various accoutrement (can one actually USE the word accoutrement when describing bondage gear?) many years ago. For a long time, my collection merely included leather hot shorts, leather pants, combat boots, motorcycle boots, a cock ring, and a dog collar. The leather shorts, alas, no longer fit. But by golly they sure were fun when they did!

More recently (two years ago) I acquired a leather 5-point harness… from eBay no less! Even if it IS used, it still fits decently, and I probably saved 150 bucks. If anything, I’m a thrifty ‘ho. I also got a leather jock/pouch thingy online, too.

But it wasn’t until last weekend that I started expanding into bondage.

A guy that I’m seeing (we’ll call him “master” or “sir”) occasionally spills some details about his past– most of which include hot times spent tying guys up. These stories intrigue and, dare I say, titillate me just a bit? They got me thinking much more about the whole “being tied up and dominated” aspect of sex… and I must say that I found myself surprisingly up for it.

So I went shopping for more bondage gear at “The Cockpit Project” and “The Smitten Kitten”.

I purchased wrist cuffs and a blindfold and a ball stretcher (yikes!). “Sir” already has ankle cuffs, a paddle, and a gag of sorts. Oh, and he has the rope and nylon straps to effectively “secure” me. So far, only the harness, blindfold, and cockrings have come into play. I have tried on the ball stretcher, and- let me tell you- its a fucking workout just to get the thing snapped. But it is kind of fun to wear, and I look forward to wearing it ‘during’.

We have also discussed whether we will be using my 4-poster bed for the bondage, or whether the ropes will be run under the mattress instead in order to protect the wood. My master is nothing if not thoughtful. In addition, we have discussed the topic of a “safe word”. (Safe word??? Jebus, who IS this guy?) He seems to think my safe word should be “pussyboy” or something equally degrading.

I was thinking more along the lines of “OW-Bitch-Fuck-You-That-HURTS!!!”

Or “puppies”.

Regardless, I think Saturday is B-Day. The stage has been set, and the costumes are ready. I hope I survive and still have the ability to blog about it.

Sir.