Playdate # One, Plus a few other things...

The week crawls along slowly, maybe the calendar is broken? Nah, can't happen, it just seems like that.
The day arrives, my devious mind has been busy at work all week, I have to come up with a super session to impress her.
In our daily many hour long conversations, I learn that she is a latex fetishist, loves dressing in tight latex rubber clothes, Sheer heaven! So am I!
She is a submissive service oriented slave, loves tight inescapable situation bondage, and very tight corsets. She tells me that she loves being pushed to the edge of tolerance and beyond... Then it hits me. A perfect scenario. I have thought about it before, but never had someone that I didn't think would totally freak out during it. That night, I started the planning. my scenario is simple, I am going to tie her to my St Andrew's cross, I am going to tell her that this scene is a flogging scene, nothing too unusual for sure, but it's not...Once I have her naked and securely tied, I am going to tell her the"truth". I am going to place electrodes at critical points on her body, and give her one chance NOT to be electrocuted. She is going to believe that she has come upon a crazy person who is hell bent on snuffing her!
I pick her up at her home, we drive to an industrial park where I have a building, it's late, it's dark, and the entire park is desolate. Not a person to be seen, ideal surroundings for sure.
We enter the building, everything is prepared. We hug and kiss a while, I order her to undress. She does, and without a word. She is wearing a lovely leather corset under her street gear, just right for the scene. I take her into the main room, she sees the cross and becomes excited as there are many more implements of torture there.. my own dungeon.
She backs up to the cross, and I go about attaching her to it. leather cuffs on wrists, ankles, and neck. Each one individually padlocked in place. i tell her that I don't want her to run away. She laughs. Around her mid section, I fasten a wide leather strap to keep her torso from moving , I pull it extra tight. I tell her that I don't want her to yell too much, so a ball gag is in order. She says "Yes sir" and opens her mouth. I fasten the strap around her head and she is ready for step Two.
From nearby, I pull a rolling cart in front of her. a sheet is covering it's contents, which I yank off.
on the cart is a large ominous looking power supply, complete with meters and lights and two controls. Very Frankenstein looking. Several long cables with copper plates are attached, and a 
 red light bulb  build into a fixture on the top of the box. 
She looks very puzzled, that's a good thing, I think. I ceremoniously take the cables and unfurl them onto the cart. A tube of lube jell is nearby, I pick it up and apply it to one of the copper electrodes, then I look at her.
"I think that you should know that tonight I am not exactly going to flog you. What I intend to do is electrocute you!. I want to see you squirm, writhe in pain and scream as the current courses through your body. I try to look as ominous as I can possibly pull off, but it's hard not to laugh as I know the truth.
She looks terrified. she tries to pull loose, but that is impossible as the straps are so tight she can barely move anything.
"BUT, I am going to give you ONE chance to survive if you are lucky. I say no more, and go about the ceremonial application of the electrodes, slowly, deliberately, and firmly. one on each ankle, one on each wrist. one on each inner thigh, one on each side of her beautiful neck. One between her legs, firmly against her sex. Her rapid breathing has amazingly calmed down, her mood is almost passive. She however is sweating profusely, and trembling. Good!
Then I strip down to my leather shorts, and put a scary looking black leather bondage hood on myself. She starts to panic again, great!
Then I make a show of turning the power supply on, the red light comes on and she can see that something is happening. I take two cables from the cart and touch them together, I huge spark and SNAP can be heard. her eyes bug out as the panic is really going full bore now. my cock is rock hard and jabbing at my tight shorts.
Then, I tell her of her ONE chance for salvation. I untie her left hand and arm from the cross. I take a rope that is hanging near the cross with a cable and pressure switch attached. I raise her hand and place the switch into it. I tell her that she must not lower her arm as the switch will fall out of it, nor allow the switch to become loose, her grip holds the switch in he "OFF" position.
Should the switch make contact, she will be electrocuted at once. She must hold the switch for FIVE minutes to gain salvation. I point to a large school clock on the wall. I kneel down and tell her that she is going to receive her last oral sex now... I pull close to her and begin to lick her sex. She is so amazingly wet! This scene which she believes is her last moments is turning her on!
She climaxes in minutes with a groan that is audible for miles it seems. Amazing!
"Are you ready, my love?"  I ask.  She nods Yes. "Hold on to the switch tightly, don't let it loose". She nods again.
I remove my shorts, I am clearly turned on, hard as a rock. I go to the power supply and click on two switches, one, then the other slowly. I stand in front of her and masturbate as she sweats and shakes. As i stand in front of her masturbating, I tell her of how i can't wait to see her shake as the current hits her, how much I want to see her loose bodily control and wet uncontrollably, and what ever else I can think up. After 3 minutes, she becomes very panicky, then like magic, she stops shaking, she is totally calm. She looks at me with what I can only describe as unconditional love and lets go of the switch!  A loud automobile horn sounds. It fills the quiet of the building with it's noise. She is shocked, she has no idea of what happened. She is still very much alive and fine. I begin to laugh uncontrollably. I go to her and take the ball gag out of her mouth. WHAT? is the first thing out of her mouth. I explain rapidly and as completely as possible that this is just a joke, the cables go nowhere at all. They are tied in a knot behind the cart. I asked her why she dropped the switch with just two minutes to go. She told me that she loved me so much, that if I wanted to see her expire, it was OK with her, she would give her life for me.
I cut her down, we made love like a wild animal for the rest of the night, we have been together ever since and so very happily married.

I Meet The Love of My Life

It's April 1, yes, April fools day... I am one of the group leaders of Long island leather and roses, a local BDSM group. it's our regular meeting and talk session at a local semi-public spot. As one of the leaders, it's my job to greet newbies that arrive for their first meeting. We're on the second floor of the venue, I turn to see who is the cause of footsteps on the stairs. It's a lovely girl wearing tight leather jeans. This gets my attention, as I am an irreverent leather lover. I walk over to her and introduce myself, and tell her some of the basics of our group meeting and our topics of discussion. Then, it hits me. In Italian, the phrase translates to' " He was hit by a lightning bolt". her blonde hair, her blue eyes, and her smiling face did it.
I was at the meeting with my then current play partner, Erika, but for the last time. After nearly 15 years of play, she was going on to other things, and going to try and be honest with her husband.
As the meeting progressed, I could see the fire in Erika's eyes, she kept looking at the new girl, with daggers shooting out of them.
I had a hard time understanding why, it was to be our last date anyway, and all I did was talk to her, as I had to many , many newbies.
As the meeting was drawing to a close, I looked into the audience, and the new girl was gone. I felt crushed, I didn't even get her name, and I wanted it so badly now.
The next week, all I could do is castigate myself for not getting more information about her, I prayed that she would return the next week for our meeting. Tuesday eve came, and i rushed to the hall to try and talk to her before the meeting started. Nothing...then, feeling crestfallen, she appeared! my heart skipped a beat!. I immediately went to her and did my best to chat her up. Apparently, she had similar feelings about me.. and after some explanation about Erika, she felt better about me. Apparently, Erika's not so subtle desire to rip her eyes out was matched...her name is Bobbi-Jo.
We made a date for later that week, it was like being a teenager, we went to dinner at a nice restaurant, I thought I was being suave and cool, later she told me that I looked scared to death!. go figure.
Well, that was eleven years ago, we have never been apart since. We are now married, and for the first time in my life, i am 100% happy.
After our dinner date, we set a play date to explore our common lust for things kinky. it seems that we were both on the same pages kink-wise and couldn't wait to get our hands on each other.

But, that's another post entirely.

A few Loose Ends Before We go on...

Now that I am back actively posting, I have seen that I left a few loose ends about. On June 03 0f 2010, I wrote about my meeting  with a second young lady from my ad. Well, I was not completely truthful about her. For the sake of her anonymity, I mentioned that I didn't know her previously. OK, that's not exactly true. But, since then she has "come out" and said that I am free to post what I want to, as her situation has changed.
The young lady in question was a very close friend and neighbor of mine. She and her husband, along with my ex wife and I were great friends. We rode together many, many times. Weekend rides along the picturesque streets of the Island's North Fork, and exploring back roads on our Harleys was a favorite pastime for us all. I was frequently at their home working on their bike, with the girls standing about talking and watching as we worked.
On many a ride, we swapped riders. My ex would hop on his bike, and I would be lucky enough to have her as my partner for the day. She's one of those girls that due to her diminutive size, always looks like a teenager. barely cresting five feet tall, and small enough to lift with one arm, she easily passed as very young, especially from a few feet away. It always seemed that when we rode together, she made a special effort to dress as risque' as possible. Her long, straight raven hair blew in the wind as she clutched onto my back, nuzzling as close as she could get to me. I must admit that more than once, I had a raging woodie by the time we stopped, as her right hand seemed to somehow slip from my chest and wind up in my lap on more than one occasion. Lisa knew what she was doing, and so did I, but we never spoke of it, she and I just smiled at each other a lot. Sort of like the Cheshire cat with a bird...Even the time that she was more than a bit touchy- feelie and her constant rubbing of my crotch had the desired effect, I blew my load in my shorts at a stop sign. my obvious reaction made her smile and she whispered into my ear "There is more of that whenever you want it, baby". I just nodded and gave her a small kiss.
Being a leather fetishist, my riding gear was normally a pair of black leather skin tight jeans with a snap on Cod-Piece. Underneath, I wore a pair of  well lubed latex briefs, or sometimes a studded red leather pouch brief that had been well oiled with Vaseline time and time again.  A pair of knee high black leather patrolman's boots and my shirt was a skin tight leather Tee shirt, with a classical Brando style zip up  bikers jacket. The finishing touch was a pair of black gauntlet gloves that stopped half way up my lower arm. I always knew that my ex was very hot for Billy,as she too made special efforts to be the hottest looking biker babe she could be when she rode with him. On one of our last rides with them, she wore new pink leather chaps over a pair of black leather micro shorts, a matching pink leather halter top with studs and a studded leather choker with a big "D" ring and matching wrist cuffs. Of course, she always wore over the knee platform  boots with a stiletto heel when we rode. 
We became separated on a rdie along the way to Amaganset, I guess we stopped at a light that they made and we didn't. It was of no matter, as we all knew where we were going to meet for lunch anyway. Lisa and I rode along, she was more than attentive to me, and we stopped a few times to just talk and steal a few kisses in private. I couldn't take it much more, I was ready to explode from her sensual presence. I took her by the hand and we walked into the brush of the lot that we had stopped at. We stopped walking, I turned and took her into my arms and kissed her like never before. She returned the kiss, and slowly slid down my body to her knees. She unsnapped the Cod-Piece and from under my pouch she freed my rigid and soaking wet cock. She opened her beautiful mouth, and began a mind blowing experience for me. I quickly unloaded my seed, she swallowed it all, and stood up to give me a wonderful, cummy kiss. "Next time, it my turn!" she smiled and said. I knew exactly what she meant.
As we drove off, I was certainly in much better spirits, and so much more peaceful having my pent up passions extinguished by such a sexy lady.
We arrived at the appointed lunch spot, our partners were already there, and waiting for us. My wife looked a bit sheepish, and seemed to avoid eye contact with me, but I didn't think too much about it, as she was Billy's date for the day anyway. Lunch went well, although a bit quiet as the circumstance between Lisa and I had dictated. Afterwards, we swapped back our riders and my wife and I began the ride home. She was very attentive and extremely huggy most of the way back. I surely didn't mind the attention at all.
She asked to stop about half way home, for a rest stop. I did as I needed it too, a few too many things to drink with lunch, you know. As my wife was walking away from the bike, I naturally watched her sexy backside as she strolled away. I seemed that the back of her legs  just below the bottoms of her micro shorts were quite shiny and glistened in the sun light as if they were wet.  
When she returned, I saw that they were still shiny and wet looking. I mentioned it to her, and her expression changed dramatically. "I guess I was playing a silly game with you, I wanted to leave them like that till we got home if you didn't say anything" she said. "What do you mean?" I asked...
"Well, I might as well tell you now. I was really hot holding on to Billy, he is so sexy. He drove behind a vacant gas station a way from the restaurant, we got off the bike, he bent me over the seat, pulled my shorts down and fucked me bareback. it's his cum on my legs!" she added. "I'm sorry that I did it, but I couldn't resist I was so excited by him."
I was so turned on by her admission that I kissed her like never before, we embraced for a long time, then got back on the bike and rode home to what would be the most intense session of sex we ever had. About an hour into our tryst, she asked me" Well, did you fuck Lisa?" No, "I replied, "but she gave me the best blow job I've ever had" We said no more, we went back to love making and wore each other out till we slept the sleep of lovers.
Since then, Lisa and her husband have broken up,  Lisa and I were regular lovers  for over three years, including the tryst in the June post. We loved to play dating games, like we just met and hooked up for a night of debauchery.

Life is strange...

I Prefer Vanilla Fudge to Straight Vanilla....

Well, I was in between two marriages. my former wife, with whom I had swung, HotWifed and eagerly participated in BDSM,and just about every kinky fetish imaginable literally decided one morning that she was "saved". no more play, no more sex. She said that she still loved me and wanted to stay together, so she had called a mutual girlfriend of ours that we frequently went to the swing clubs with. I was told by my wife that from then on, she was to be my play partner, sex partner and what ever more we wanted. it sounds hard to believe, but it's all true. She had invited her over to our home that Saturday night to"reintroduce us" to each other. Saturday came, my wife cooked a lovely dinner for all of us, she dressed suggestive but not slutty and we awaited the arrival of "Erika", I'll call her to protect her ID. ( She's married, too, but hubby has no idea of her real pass times.)
She arrived on the dot of  8PM. She wore a short bright crimson latex dress with black thigh high boots, a few studded cuffs and a collar with a large "D" ring. Pure unadulterated sex. I opened the door, greeted her, and gave her a small kiss hello. My wife saw us and stopped us, "That's how you great your new lover? Kiss her for real!". I did. We embraced and stayed locked together for minutes.Dinner went well, and afterwards Erika and i were off to the club to party.
That's the background story. time moves forward, our games become more kinky, and our love grows. I can see that this excited my wife, she demands to hear all the details of our dates, and it clearly makes her excited to hear me recount the night's play. Erika gets a key to our house, and can come and go as she sees fit. Middle of the night visits are not uncommon, with her climbing into bed along with us both.
Erika becomes entranced with the idea of water sports, piss play in the vernacular. She enjoys wetting her very tight jeans after a night of dancing and drinking while I place my hand over her crotch to accept the wetting. Then, one hot evening she decides to get onto her knees and allow me to soak her from top to bottom as she kneels in the parking lot of the club. A few nights of this and she says to me," You make me hot, but it would be so much hotter if you wore something sexy instead of your shorts." OK, I answered.
The next week, she arrived at my home with a bag containing a few pairs of brightly colored Victoria's Secret satin panties in  Black, Hot Pink, and Red..
"Put one on, baby.. the pink ones " she said. I was both turned on and a bit shy to do so. Guys don't wear satin panties, but the prospect of a hot night, and getting laid won out.
I must admit that I was turned on all evening, they felt great, soft, slippery and tight.  When it came time for our goodnight wetting games, she pulled my pants down, saw the panties and went wild. I hadn't peed all night, so the flood was large and wet her from head to toe. As we drove home, she told me that from then on, I would always wear girls panties when we went out. As time progressed, she added stockings and a garter belt to be worn under my clothes. Then, one night she came to the house with a small box. upon opening it, I saw a pair of black leather ankle boots with a 4 inch spike heel. "You're kidding, right?" I asked.
"NO way" she replied. You are already wearing stockings, panties and a garter belt, just slip the shoes on and tie them.
I did, my wife stood by and was visibly attracted to what I was doing. " You're turning him into a girl" she said. "Yes," was the reply "He makes a nice one, don't you think?" "I think so, too" my wife added.  I was trying to stand and walk as they talked about me. it turned out to be a snap to wear them, not hard to walk at all.

"Well, she will need a name, what do you think we should call her" Erika asked.  A few names were bantered around between them, and they settled on LYNN. So it was to be. "From now on, baby," Erika explained, " you will be LYNN to me, that's what I'll call you no matter where we are!" We went out to dinner, I was very self-conscious, but not uncomfortable. As the night wore on, I got more comfortable with my new identity. Erika told me that my wife knew in advance of what happened, and that she was taking me shopping tomorrow for a bra, falsies, and a wig."From now on, we will be three great girlfriends" she exclaimed. I agreed. that's how I started to cross dress, many years  ago.

A Motorhead Moment

Not so you think that all I do is be an insatiable slut, I do have my lucid moments. one of them is restoring antique autos. I had built a 1940 FORD street rod a few years ago, pro stick kind of car. I learned quite a bit from it, like never use Mustang ll suspension. Way too over rated, and drives like crap.
SO, here is my latest success. A 1946 FORD business coupe, ( No back seat). I saw it on EBay, listed by a noted dealer of antiques in Texas. great car, mint condition, just restored. blah, blah... WELL, the mint condition was the color...the paint looked like it was shot out of the rear end of a vacuum cleaner. The car was a shit can, lousy work from end to end, barely ran, no brakes, transmission wouldn't stay in any gear, engine sounded like a lawn mower running on diesel oil. I did a 100% tear down, to bare frame rails and started over. rebuilt Flathead with OFFY heads, manifolds,dual 94's, Isky cam. lowered 2 inches, powder disc brakes, Ford 9" rear with 3.25 gears.
When finished an artist friend of mine went crazy with his airbrush and did the detail work. We named it THUNDER ROAD, after my favorite movie. We also have a real Mullins travel trailer to match.

Looking forward to christening the car the right way, with my lady in full latex and thigh high boots the first hot  Summer's day.  

It's been a while...

Wow, time flys, doesn't it./ Since I last posted, Bobbi Jo has refined her Hotwifing skills, she now has profiles on 3 cheater's sites. her mail is full daily with requests from all over the world to meet her. it makes you think that most guys are stupid... if you live hours, days, or thousands of miles away, are you really ever going to meet someone? i think not.We have met some really super people however, some have become  extended members of our family I guess you can say. We frequently see them and our play times are fantastic Singularly, she is also seeing a few guys that ring her bell... Nothing excites me more than her telling me that she has a date that night, and seeing her dressed in her fetish finest awaiting her guy. My last encounter with DeeDee was super, we dated a number of more times, we drove each other absolutely crazy with lust and she got the thrill of going home to her husband wet, sticky and well used. it finally culminated in him greeting her at the door one very late night, the resultant confrontation was a bit frightening to her, being seen wearing little or nothing but a red latex bikini and boots with a smile...and a sticky pair of legs. he slapped her around a bit, then threw her over the kitchen table, ripped her bottom off and as she put it "Ass fucked the crap out of her". All during the attack she was screaming out to him,how much she loved her infidelity, and that he had married a whore  that wanted to screw day and night. It apparently excite him so much, along with her admitting that she had been seeing me for some time and that I " Fucked her like a slut should be fucked"... that they went to bed and spent the rest of the night making LOVE, hugging and kissing. She said that since then her life has never been better.She now has the "green light" to become a Hotwife herself, he encourages her to date me and loves the results when she gets home, still dressed in her whore clothes as he calls them.Life is strange, but fun!

It's Meeting Time!

Wednesday night came so slowly...But when I anticipate anything, it seems like an eternity until it arrives. Fulfilling my promise to my yet unseen lady, I dress in my fetish best, latex jeans, a black fetish tee shirt with a man's head covered in a leather hood. To make her fetish more exciting, (she is a boot fetishist) I wore red vinyl knee high boots, similar to the ones she said she would be wearing. When I arrived at our rendezvous spot, a quaint local pub style restaurant on the South Shore of Long island, she was standing in the doorway waiting. I could see her as I drove up. bright red thigh high platform boots, a black leather pleated mini skirt that just barely covered her backside, and a bright red spandex one sleeve crop top. Around her neck was a red studded slave collar and D ring.
I walked up to her and we immediately knew who we were... not too many others dressed as we were. After our initial greeting, I gave her a good slap on the backside, (she smiled deeply) and we walked inside and too a seat at the bar. Time flew quickly, we liked many of the same things, had many similar fetishes, and got along quite well. Being a boot lover myself, I placed my hand on her leg and was slowly caressing the tightly encased thigh. I slid my hand up to the top of the boot and under her very tiny skirt. Only inches above the skirt's bottom, I felt the unmistakable wetness of her soaked pussy. As she was instructed, she did not have any panties on. She moaned a small bit, spread her legs a few inches, and smiled. I cupped three fingers together, and pressed them into her. She didn't wince a bit, and quietly told me" I can take your whole hand with a bit of lube and some time". my kind of girl!
She told me of her husband, their recent trip to hedonism, and the young guy she seduced in the pool one night while her husband was in another hut with a girl he just met that day. She told me that she spent the night with him, getting fucked in all three holes by daybreak when she walked back to her hut. it was her and her husbands first time at swinging, and she decided to keep her part a secret, at least for now. being very hot, we both decided that we should make a new date to meet and get more acquainted with each other...
She explained that her husband was carrying on a cyber relationship with the girl he met , and that she was eagerly promoting him to continue to do so, in hopes of his agreeing to future trysts, (especially for her!). She had sneaked out of the house dressed as she was, and now had to try and get back in unnoticed. loving danger, I sensed that she would do just fine. We set a date for round two, to follow soon!