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Like most people, you’ve probably wondered, what is it like to be fucked by a German Sheppard. Or maybe a horse is too big for you and you want to try a Pony without being charged for pedophilia.
Well, now you can do it and not feel quite as vile and crazy. Get your own animal dildos. They come in many shapes and sizes including dogs, horses and more. Plus there is no need to try to train your dog either, or the uneasy feeling if after the first time, the chemistry just isn’t quite there.
This can also be great for humiliation play.
German Sheppard dildo
A pony dildo, for those that can't handle the horse dildo
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I do need to give a shout-out to the Derek and Romaine Show on Sirius/XM OutQ for mentioning this.
The Leather Pride flag being carried through the Twin Cities Pride
This past weekend, I went to Minneapolis for Pride and to visit my family. I spent 24 yrs there, it’s where I came out, so it’s nice to get back there and see my friends. It didn’t hurt that it was 30F cooler than Texas either. Twin Cities Pride weekend is the 3rd largest in the US and the parade alone attracts about 125,000 people.
If you’re reading this expecting some wild, kinky, hot stories… you’re not going to find any from this trip. Sorry.
I spent much of the weekend at one of my favorite bars, the Minneapolis Eagle. There were a lot more guys wearing leather than I had remembered, so that was very cool. On Saturday night, I managed to make out with and manhandle about 4 different guys in the bar. The problem was all of them were staying with friend, and I was with my parents. I like things wild and kinky, but I still like a bed and things like that. So, I didn’t get any action over the weekend.
At the Pride Festival I was a little disappointed there was only one leather-related booth and that was the local leather club, the Atons. In past years there were some leather stores, but nothing this year. I’m guessing they were impacted by the recession.
The main kink-related excitement actually happened in the airport on the way back to Texas. When I do trips like this, I fit everything into my carry-on. Apparently there is a screw in my flogger that looked a little suspicious when going through the x-ray machine. So they did a check through my bag and a secondary scan of my flogger.
When she first pulled out my flogger, she was like “what’s this?”
I told her it was a flogger. She then asked “Is this for Renaissance festival type stuff?”
I just said yes because I figured the fewer questions the better. While my flogger was going through the x-ray by itself (and being waved all around the security checkpoint area), she continued to look through my sex bag. She pulled out my bag of nipple toys and looked at them for about 2 minutes. I really wonder what was going through her mind. She briefly pulled the paddle out, and the hand mitts. She also looked in the pouch where I have all my condoms and lubes stored. She didn’t ask any more questions really.
I just sat there and smiled. I actually found it all pretty amusing, although I would have been pretty disappointed if I lost my flogger. I got it back and packed everything up and went on my way.
It’s always best if you can pack your sex/BDSM toys when flying, but if you can’t remember they may decide to take it. Avoid things like rope, cuffs, clubs/extra-large dildos, etc.
Overall, it was a great trip and tons of fun.
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The Stonewall Inn in 1969. On the Window: "We homosexuals plead with our people to please help maintain peaceful and quiet conduct on the streets of the Village—Mattachine"
This weekend is the big Pride weekend where a lot of people will be out in their cities having a grand time. Try asking some of them, old and young if they know what caused the start of Pride celebrations.
Hopefully you’ve heard at least a little something about the Stonewall Riots. This year is the 40th anniversary of the riots. Pride celebrations happen in honor of the Stonewall Riots. It’s a little scary how few people know some of the major points in gay history. To me it’s a little like not knowing who won the Civil War. I’m not saying you need to know every aspect, but know at least the jist.
The Stonewall riots were a series of spontaneous, violent demonstrations against a police raid that took place in the early morning hours of June 28, 1969 at the Stonewall Inn, in the Greenwich Village neighborhood of New York City. They are frequently cited as the first instance in American history when gays and lesbians fought back against a government-sponsored system that persecuted homosexuals, and they have become the defining event that marked the start of the gay rights movement in the United States and around the world.
American gays and lesbians in the 1950s and 1960s faced a legal system more anti-homosexual than those of some Warsaw Pact countries.[note 1][2] Early homophile groups in the U.S. sought to prove that gay people could be assimilated into society, and they favored non-confrontational education for homosexuals and heterosexuals alike. The last years of the 1960s, however, were very contentious, as many social movements were active, including the African American Civil Rights Movement, the Counterculture of the 1960s, and antiwar demonstrations. These influences, along with the liberal environment of Greenwich Village, served as catalysts for the Stonewall riots.
Very few establishments welcomed openly gay people in the 1950s and 1960s. Those that did were often bars, although bar owners and managers were rarely gay. The Stonewall Inn, at the time, was owned by the Mafia.[3][4] It catered to an assortment of patrons, but it was known to be popular with the most marginalized people in the gay community: transvestites, effeminate young men, hustlers, and homeless youth. Police raids on gay bars were routine in the 1960s, but officers quickly lost control of the situation at the Stonewall Inn, and attracted a crowd that was incited to riot. Tensions between New York City police and gay residents of Greenwich Village erupted into more protests the next evening, and again several nights later. Within weeks, Village residents quickly organized into activist groups to concentrate efforts on establishing places for gays and lesbians to be open about their sexual orientation without fear of being arrested.
After the Stonewall riots, gays and lesbians in New York City faced gender, class, and generational obstacles to becoming a cohesive community. Within six months, two gay activist organizations were formed in New York, concentrating on confrontational tactics, and three newspapers were established to promote rights for gays and lesbians. Within a few years, gay rights organizations were founded across the U.S. and the world. On June 28, 1970, the first Gay Pride marches took place in Los Angeles and New York commemorating the anniversary of the riots. Similar marches were organized in other cities; today Gay Pride events are held annually throughout the world toward the end of June to mark the Stonewall riots. [Source: Wikipedia]
There is much, much more out there on Wikipedia and many other places. Educate yourself and find out about your history.
As my Master tells me often, the more desperate a slave needs to release himself, the more obedient and “single-minded” he becomes. As a slave myself, there is nothing more erotic than to know that the only way I am allow to relief myself is under my Master’s mercy, that he owns my ultimate pleasure and needs. Whether it is just simple cum control session where the sub is tied to the bed and being teased in every single way possible (polishing on the tip of the shaft only, being forced to watch porn while Master tickle torture and moan next to slave) or a week long chastity torture with a few stroking tease per night just enough for it to drool and be edged, the prolong of orgasm of a slave provides the perfect fuel (and mind-set) for him to serve his Master.
There are lots of ways to ensure a slave is constantly on edge and a Master can be very creative with this department and can also incorporate with a slave’s daily routine. For example, a slave who works in the office (or mostly sitting down at work) can easily be wearing a small butt-plug for a few hours during the day. When this happens to me, after about a week of short cum control sessions, I find myself squirming at the edge my seat dying to get a bit of “action” with the plug. To top that, my Master will send me text messages when this is going on and ask me questions like “who owns you, boy?” to make sure that the stimulation is associate with him being at the presence. It’s the mixture of eroticism, helplessness and the understanding of the slave is being owned that makes such edging session successful.
Other great ways to put slave on edge that can be fun includes having the slave cleanup the house while wearing his Master’s sock over the shaft and a cockband to keep the erection constant (imagine the sensation of the sock rubbing against the shaft…); sprinkle little tickle powder into slave’s underwear before sending him to go shopping for Master (imagine the helpless twitches while trying to concentrate…); or even just simply leave lubrication around pubic area all day to keep it moist and sensual. The key is to make the slave keeping on edge but at the same time associate that edging with his Master.
Of course, there’s no rule on how long the cum control or chastity should be (the mystery itself is also the brilliant part. “Am I going to be allowed tonight or it’s going to be denied at the very end?”) However, for the health of the slave, it is important to know that excessive edging is not great for the prostate and can potentially do harm in the long-run, so regular “flushing”, such as cum ruin, is still recommend.
I look back on all the guys that I’ve played with, dated, been friends with or just known, and there really seems to be a common trend about many of them — a lot of them are HIV+. Now I guess I don’t know if some of them really are, but some signs point to the fact that they are. I’m not a person to ask someone their HIV status, whether a friend or a fuck. For fucks, I just assume everyone is positive. People may fully believe they are negative, and even got tested today, but that doesn’t mean they are. The common HIV tests have a buffer of about 3 months that the test doesn’t include. For friends, it’s not any of my business. They can tell me if they want an feel comfortable, but I’m not going to ask and it’s not going to change anything.
For dating it has caused some issues, especially at first. As I gain more understanding about HIV and more comfortable with it, things have been going better. I can’t think of any person that’s told me they were positive in person that I shunned away because of that. Now, if they were ugly… that’s a different story.
My other thought is that there are a lot more HIV+ people out there than I realize. Or maybe there are just more in the types of circles I hang out in.
I’m glad that HIV isn’t quite the death sentence it used to be, but it definitely does affect your life in large ways. My generation is seeing HIV in a very different way than the first generations saw it. For a lot of us, it’s an old-gay thing or some think they’ve all died out. Then you have the naive ones that ask and believe the person. Maybe I’m just a cynic, but I won’t believe someone about something that could very much change my life. My generation is being impacted by HIV and reacting to it differently because of everything that’s happened since the first boom. For the older generations, don’t get mad at us because we’re reacting differently, just try to help us understand.
One last factoid from a friend of mine -
For all you that have a sports fetish, or just like naked boxers with some muscle.
Got this from Dirty Boot Dog on Twitter. Fucking love it!
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There’s some danger in everything we do from walking across the street to eating breakfast. There’s also some things that are much more dangerous than others such as being a test pilot versus having a desk job.
This is just the same when having sex. There can be very “traditional” vanilla sex to wild and kinky sex using knives and blood everywhere. It’s just a matter of knowing what you’re doing and how to do things safely and sanely, but just like walking across the street – no amount of planning can account for freak occurrences.
The facts aren’t entirely clear, but recently David Carradine, star in Kill Bill and other films died from what appears to be auto-erotic asphyxiation. You could probably take the words apart and figure out what it means, but essentially it’s cutting of your own airflow to enhance an orgasm. I put this in the Fringe Fetish category because it’s one of the more rare fetishes, but it not quite as rare as a balloon fetish (at least I don’t think it is). Auto-erotic asphyxiation is something you’d definitely want to be extremely careful with if you ever try. I would even highly recommend having someone with medical experience in the room just in case.
No one wants to talk about erotic asphyxiation, auto (self-induced) or otherwise. It’s generally thought of as the kind of sex you have if you want to die. Or get damn close to it. But people do it: estimates in the US put the death rate for erotic asphyxia at upwards of 1000 people a year. According to the Metropolitan Life Insurance Company, around 250 of its policyholders die from sexual asphyxia each year.
It’s a sexual practice that ranges from what practitioners call “breath play” to full on “RACK”, an acronym for Risk Aware Consensual Kink. I guess it’s named such hoping that the people doing it are aware of all the risks they’re taking, and even though they’re gonna do it anyway, are making a choice that involves consent. Consent is the ability to choose the experience that is appropriate for you, the individual, the ability to understand what you are consenting to, and the power to say no. The opposite of shame — like hiding it from your lover, wife, husband or seriously tolerant kink-aware community who know that you’re aware of the risks and want to do it anyway, and who want you to stay alive even if they don’t support the sexual activity you’re into. [source]
I don’t truly like the idea of RACK because it’s nearly impossible to know all the risks that could be involved with many of these things. Also, most things could fall into a RACK category from nip play to whipping. Part of why I do my blog is to educate as much as possible on what SOME of the risks involved are. It’s impossible for me know present all of them, but a lot of times you just have to use the not so common, common sense.
It’s kind of like a game of Russian Roulette. Your chances of living are pretty good if there is only one bullet, but that doesn’t mean you’ll live. Different kink activities put different amounts of bullets in the revolver for a kinky game of Russian Roulette. Please, in whatever you do, even just going over to a guy’s house for a hook-up, be careful and take as many precautions as you can. You can never predict everything that MAY happen, but you can try and make everything as safe as possible. You also have to be consistent in the precautions you take. It’s likely that time you’re just a little lazy that something will go wrong. If you can’t put forth your whole effort, don’t put forth any.
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A basic leather flogger with an ornate handle.
Sometimes you just want to beat and whip someone, but they just aren’t up to the level of taking a real whipping – which takes some training to both give and take. Flogging is a great way to get into this area. There are a lot of different things to consider when looking for a flogger (or is it “flog”). Floggers can range in price, but you could likely find one for anywhere between $50-150.
Material
Probably one of the most important decisions in buying a flogger is the material the strands, that will come in contact with the sub, are made out of. I’ve seen them made out of everything including leather, rubber, beaded string, hair, rope and more. For those that are just getting into flogging, use a very soft type of material like a suede. If you are more experienced, go for something more like the rubber or a hard leather. The harder the material is and the sharper the corners are, the more bite it will have on impact. One last thing to consider about the material is the size of each strand. A leather flogger with very wide strands will have less of a sting than one with shoelace sized strands.
Heft
Floggers come in many different sizes and shapes. They have small ones that nearly fit on a keyring to ones that weigh 50 lbs and you get a good workout from using. The heft includes not only the girth of the flogger, but also the length. Take into consideration your body size when thinking about the heft of a flogger that you’re going to buy. A bigger guy is going to look better with a thicker, beefier flogger. The heft of a flogger also will affect the impact it will have on your sub. A thick flogger with a lot of strands will have a more of a “thud” impact, while one with few strands will have a more stinging impact. Think of how a Bed of Nails works. So you’ll want to balance how the flogger will look with your body size and the desired impact.
Accessories
It’s not too common, but some floggers have different things added to them. Most of these increase the pain inflicted. Some floggers have studs up each strand of the leather, others will have knots tied into the end. Make sure you and your sub are at a more advanced level before trying any of these with your flogger.
I did do a lot of research and asked questions before buying a flogger that allowed me to write this article, but I don’t have enough experience using one to feel very comfortable writing an article about it. If you have experience, or know someone that does, please contact me.
I’d love to show him some discipline 
Well, it all had to finally come to an end. IML 09 was a great time. I met many great guys, didn’t get as much sex as I wanted, but still had a fantastic time. Once again, I woke up because I couldn’t sleep any more. I did a little bit of blogging and went to wander through the lobby. This is one of my favorite mornings to go to the lobby because you have the IML people leaving and everyone else coming. The new people don’t have any idea what had been happening for the past weekend.
I ran into my friend Brian, who owns Tribal Son with his partner. They make some truly amazing and high quality jewelry. You have to check them out. I usually end up talking to his partner more, so it was nice to get to chat with him. I first met them a couple years back at Market Days, then see them at most events. We chatted for an hour or two, but then I decided I better go pack my stuff so I could be out of my room by noon.
My flight wasn’t till 5:30, so I was stalling and not wanting it to end. I brought my luggage down and checked at the hotel for a couple hours so I could get some lunch. I ran into my friends from Maimi, Marty and Mike, that I had hung out with quite a bit throughout the weekend. They are very awesome and real guys. The fact that they are both kinky in their own ways is just a bonus
They ended up checking their luggage too and we went to grab some lunch at Giordano’s pizza. It’s the place we were looking for a couple nights ago, but this time we actually found it. The pizza was much, much better. They hadn’t done Millenium park so we went through there taking pictures at The Bean and then checking out the water display thing below.
Eventually we made it back to the hotel, then it was time to say our good-byes. I left the hotel and make the 8 block voyage to the Blue Line to take the train back to the airport. I couldn’t justify the $30 shuttle versus a $2.50 train ride that would take about the same time.
I saw a couple IML boys in the airport, but not as many as I expected. They all probably took a different airline. There was this hot daddy (pictured below) on the flight back to Austin with us. There was another friend, Chris, from Austin that was on the plane back. He’s one of those first-class, premium member guys, so he got on the plane like 5 hrs before me leaving me by myself. I slept the entire flight back, and the next couple days too. IML really wiped me out.
