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You’ve just come home from your favorite leather store with a fantastic new purchase – the pants/shirt/harness/jock of your dreams. You pulled it off the rack, tried it on and it fit you like it was custom made. You’re having fantasies of having to create a “Take a Number” system for all the guys or girls who will be panting after you at your local Leather bar.

So, it’s all settled. You just put it on, get in the car, and head out, right?

I say the following with all of the love and respect in the world – absolutely not!

You just made a huge investment – not only of money (as we all know, leather isn’t inexpensive) but also of time and effort. You are about to enter an environment where people will be carrying (and possibly spilling) drinks. It will be hot, possibly smoky and likely crowded. Prior to wearing your new purchase, please take a little time to protect that investment by cleaning and conditioning it.

But Kristen, you might say, I’m not a bootblack! I don’t know how to clean and condition leather! Worry not, my Leather brother or sister. I am here to help you.

Though it may seem intimidating, cleaning and conditioning garment leather isn’t difficult. It takes a little time, but isn’t keeping your leathers in good condition so you can look your smokin’ hottest in any Leather environment worth it? Aren’t YOU worth it? I may not know you, but I think you are, and I think you should, too.

So, without further ado, here is the how-to of garment leather care.

Actually, one more little ado: I won’t be covering boots in this post. It’s a more involved process as well as a visual one. Depending on how helpful people find this post (hint: if you like it, let me know!), I will work on another one, complete with pictures, on how to shine boots.

So now, really, here are the steps to garment leather care. I mean it this time.

Step One: Cleaning

Why This is Important: If your leather is brand-new, it’s got a factory finish on it that cleaning will remove. If it’s not new, you have worn it, which means it has picked up some dirt and grime, you’ve sweated on it, some random jerk poured beer on it or (and I swear this has happened) someone puked near you and some of it splashed. Cleaning will remove all of that yucky stuff. Also, it will open up the pores on the leather (remember, it’s skin, so it does have pores) and allow the conditioner you’ll apply in Step Two to soak in more deeply and actually do the job it was designed to do.

What You Will Need

• Cleaner specifically designed for leather. This may include saddle soap, glycerine soap or Lexol cleaner. I find that pure glycerine soap (available in tack stores or online from www.bootblacksupply.com) works best. It cleans the leather well without drying it out. However, any of the items I listed will work.
• Soft towel. You will use this to wipe excess cleaner from the leather after you’ve applied it.
• If you choose to use glycerine or saddle soap, a round horsehair applicator. These can usually be found with shoe care supplies. Also, you’ll need water to create lather with the soap.
• If you choose to use Lexol cleaner, you will also need a rougher towel. I recommend a barmop, available at any mass-merchandiser (i.e., Target or Wal-Mart).

How to Do It

1. Find a solid, flat surface upon which you can lay the garment. You might want to lay down an old bath towel as well to keep anything from getting on your work surface.
2. Spread out the garment as you would wear it (by which I mean that the outside is up). Don’t button or zip it.
3. Grab your cleaner of choice. If you’ve chosen soap, add water and swirl your horsehair applicator in it to create lather. If you’ve chosen Lexol, apply a small amount to your rough towel.
4. Apply the cleaner to the garment. Regardless of method, work in small circles with the appropriate implement and add more cleaner as needed – always to your cleaning tool and never to the leather directly.
5. Wipe off the cleaner with your soft towel before it dries.
6. Flip garment over and repeat steps 1-5 on the other side (if applicable).

Congratulations! You have successfully cleaned your leather! Don’t you feel good about yourself? Take a moment to grab a beverage, change the channel on television or just breathe. Pat yourself on the back, too. I would do it, but I’m not there, so you will have to do it for me. But rest assured, I am very impressed.

We are now ready to move on to…

Step Two: Conditioning

Why This is Important: As we discussed in Step One (which you totally rocked, by the way), leather is skin. Since it has been removed from the animal it previously covered, it’s no longer getting oils added, so we must add them in order to keep the leather supple and prevent cracking. It also defends the leather against some of the evils we discussed earlier (like spilled beer). So it’s a really good thing to do.

What You Will Need

• Conditioner specifically designed for leather. I have used Huberd’s Shoe Grease, Lexol conditioner and Fiebing’s Aussie conditioner. I prefer Huberd’s because it is all natural and smells awesome.
• Soft towel. No, NOT the one you used in Step One, because now it is damp and it has soap residue and dirt on it.
• Your hands. Yes, I said it. You will apply the conditioner with your hands.

How to Do It

1. Wash your hands. That will get rid of any residual soapor dirt from Step One.
2. If you haven’t already, flip the garment over to the side you cleaned first.
3. Take a small amount of your conditioner of choice and put it in one hand.
4. Rub your hands together to spread the conditioner out and warm it a little. This helps in the application process, plus it’s fun and you’ll get a little moisturizing treatment.
5. Rub the conditioner on the garment, again in circles. Continue to rub the conditioner into the leather until the surface of the leather has a very low sheen. This may take a while, so it’s a good thing this is fun! Granted, it’s a lot more fun if you’re conditioning someone else’s leather and they’re wearing it at the time. But I digress.
6. Repeat steps 3-5 as needed until the whole surface is conditioned.
7. Let the garment sit for fifteen minutes. If you’re short on time, you can skip this step and proceed to step 8. However, giving the conditioner time to soak in is very helpful, so if you have the time, take it. Get another beverage, walk your dog, watch some porn.
8. After the fifteen minutes is up, wipe the leather down with your soft towel. This will remove any excess conditioner.
9. Flip the garment over and repeat steps 3-8.

Guess what? You are all done. Last thing to do is hang the garment back up in the closet (you just took all that time and expended all that effort – please promise me you will not just throw your freshly cleaned and conditioned garment on the floor! Thank you!)

So, how often should the process be repeated? Honestly, only you can really be the judge of that. It all depends on how often it is worn and for how long, where you are wearing it and how you like your leather to look. Trust your own judgment, or ask someone (preferably your friendly neighborhood bootblack) what they think. If you want a guideline, I would recommend monthly cleaning and conditioning.

If, Heaven forbid, something is spilled on your leather or you get something like puke or chocolate icing on it (yes, that’s happened too. I don’t just make this stuff up), wipe off as much as you can right away and clean and condition the leather as soon as possible thereafter.

I hope that this has been a helpful and fun read. I can’t wait to see you out and about in your clean, conditioned leather. You look hot!

Kristen is Gulf Coast Community Bootblack 2010 and a resident bootblack at the Dallas Eagle. If you have questions or feedback, please e-mail her at dallasbootchick@gmail.com

[WildCuddler's Comments: This is an awesome how-to. Please leave comments if you loved it like I did, or any other leather care tips you may have.]

Every day we journey through life learning, experiencing and growing. Every now and then we have an opportunity to figure out what’s making us tick. This past weekend I was home in Minneapolis to visit family (I grew up there), and to attend the Bingham Gay Rugby Cup hosted by my home team, the Minneapolis Mayhem.

As I grow older, when I spend time around my family I begin to see and understand why I am the person today. I’ve always known that my family made me into the independent person I am today, but they’ve also helped sculpt my coping mechanisms, social rules and general interests. This weekend was another time to see this and help me to figure out what makes me tick. I’m not going to bore you with the small details, but when you have opportunities like this, take time to look at them from an outside perspective if possible. Understanding why and where you come from can help build you into the person you want to be in the future.

The other portion of this weekend was time spent at the Bingham tournament. There had been a few guys I had chatted with from Facebook and Recon, and wanted to meet up with during Bingham. One was a hottie Facebook friend from California. We had met up almost right away when I got to the tournament. We hung out and actually watched a game that the second guy from the weekend was playing in, which I didn’t realize at the time. We did dinner and eventually made it back to his hotel room.

It was there that I learned a lot about myself. He was more on the vanilla side, and I tried to get him to try the wild side, but he wasn’t very interested. Which I thought would be fine. We made out, we groped each other, licking and sucking everything, but it wasn’t getting my cock going. I was enjoying it and it all felt good, but our mojo wasn’t quite grooving. We ended up cuddling for a bit, which was still great. I’ve been learning recently that sex is very mental for me, and while all the physical activities going on were awesome, my brain wasn’t being turned on. Maybe it was the lack of kink interest that destroyed it, or maybe it wasn’t meant to be… I’m not really sure at this point. He’s a great person, and I’m sure I’ll be seeing him again as a friend.

Later that night, I was out at the rugby event bar for the night and ran into Mike from Seattle. Mike had hit me up on Recon before Bingham, and his kinks mixed with mine EXTREMELY well. So, not only was he kinky, but he was submissive, my age, had a jaw-dropping sexy accent, and a fucking sexy stud. He’s also ginger, for those of you that care. There was a connection from the first moment I met him. I very much enjoy being kinky, sexual and flirty in appropriate public places like a gay bar. He had no problems with this and let me do whatever I want. Mike’s a pain pig and just the thought of that gets me hard.

We stayed together the whole night, wandering the bar, taking time to play a bit, make out, grope and learn more about each other. It was fantastic. Unfortunately, at the end of the night, he had to go back to his full hotel room and I had to go back to my parents. The groping, making out, holding and getting to know each other continued the next day at the tournament followed by dinner and later that night at the bar. I wasn’t able to get too rough with him because I needed to keep him able to play, but we still had fun.

These two guys were both physically my type and even Top/bottom compatible, but there was something there that made things sexually tick with one and not with the other. Mike was able to turn my brain on and that really got me going. He allowed me to learn a bit more about how I tick. I have a feeling Mike is going to be teaching me a lot more about how I tick.

It’s a bit late, but I would like to wish everyone a Happy Daddy’s Day. I’m sure some people in the kink community may have people they call a father within the community, but it’s FAR more common to have a Daddy (with a capital D).

Like all kinky terms, they can mean something different to everyone, but a Daddy figure is usually a Dominant figure to a boy (or girl). For me, a Daddy is someone that’s gentle and caring, someone that is protective, and will help a boy grow. Sometimes it’s possible for a boy to outgrow his Daddy, just as a child growing up will grow beyond the need of his father. For some, Daddies are seen more as a domestic and disciplinarian figure rather than an authoritative figure like you might see with a Sir.

Like all titles in the kink community, age is often irrelevant. A Daddy could be 20 years younger than the boy and still be perfectly acceptable. It’s based on what feels right for those in that relationship. The rules, boundaries and protocol for that relationship should be set by those in it. For what many people could consider a Master/slave relationship, those in it may just consider it a Daddy/boy relationship. It’s up to them to create those definitions. Often times they will be influenced by the community they are in, but should never be ruled by it.

Daddy’s Day this year is a little more important to me than past years because this year I do have a person that I call Daddy. Yes, I am normally very Dominant, but there is a small part of me that has a need for a gentle and caring Daddy. It’s not very uncommon for normally Dominant people to sub for someone special. As one of my friends says… every Daddy (or Sir) needs a Daddy.

I’m not going to provide much information on my Daddy right now, and those of you that follow me on Twitter, may even have an idea of who he is. For now though, my lips are sealed. My Daddy is going to be visiting this coming weekend, and I’ll get to meet my Daddy in person for the first time. So look for a post next week about it. I’m very excited to meet him and I’m looking forward to where things may go.

“Take your jock off and get in the tub!” And with those words my time as the piss boy began.

I had dabbled in mild piss play a few times before, but only with my Sir, and in the privacy of own our space, so those words were both alarming and exciting. As I knelt in the metal tub on the outside deck, in nothing more than my black “come fuck me” buckle boots, I felt the chill of apprehension run up my back. I had often thought about being the piss boy, and had seen plenty of flix involving one or more lucky boys, but never thought I would be able to push myself past the conventional mindset that piss play was dirty, nasty, and filthy. That all changed when I got on all fours.

The first few drops felt like a warm rain, which was ironic, given that fact that a huge storm had blow through the area an hour before. oughts that ran through my head as I knelt down and felt the first splash of warm piss on my back. I had always though of piss as nothing more than being dirty and disgusting (it happens when you are raised in a conventional, middle American home). Was I really going to let a bunch of guys use me a toilet? Didn’t I have more respect for myself than that? How is this going to help me in my training to be a better boy? Is this what is meant by service? How can this be pleasurable? Piss……REALLY??

Soon the few drops turned in to stream. One stream became two, which became three. I took a deep breath. I was officially the piss boy. The warmth of the piss made me relax even more as it flowed over me and fell into the tub and before I knew it, my knees were surrounded by a puddle. I went from feeling like this was going to be degrading to feeling like I was “the chosen one” to have the honor of being the piss boy. I felt a surge of pride that my Sir made me get in the tub.

I knelt in silence in the tub waiting for what was to happen next. I heard voices commenting on how hot that it had been, and encouraging others to give it a try. I was excited that word had spread that a piss boy was present and taking care of the guys who had been steadily drinking for a few hours already.  Within a few minutes, the flow of piss began again. A wave of entitlement fell over me as I felt more and more streams hit my ass and back. I was the chosen one. I was chosen to have the pleasure of servicing all these leathermen in their jocks. It struck me how much pleasure I take out of pleasing others, of how much I enjoy being a boy. The fact that I was in front of a group of friends and strangers didn’t matter to me, although being on public display took the enjoyment to another level.

I looked up from the tub and saw these men standing above me, pissing on me. I knew my service was not finished yet. I grabbed one by the waist and pulled him towards me. I took his pissing cock in my mouth and drank freely, letting it run down my throat, swishing it in my mouth, and all over my lips and face. It felt good…..very good. The guy grabbed the back of my head with his hands, and leaned back slightly so he could see my face, all covered in his warm piss. I grabbed another when he was empty, and did the same. Other kept pissing on me the entire time. My head was in a different place. Being used like this helped to tap into other areas that I have long been curious about…..objectification.

When things quieted down, I heard the familiar voice of my Sir. I looked up, and he placed a hand on my freshly buzzed Mohawk and tousled the stubble that was there. I felt the tiny drops of piss that were there fall on my face like a warm drizzle. At first I felt somewhat embarrassed by what had just happened. I also felt humiliated and used, like I had let myself down in some way. I felt like I meant nothing to these men, and was merely there for their entertainment. The look on his eye told me otherwise. I had gained his respect, I had gained personal growth and self respect, and I allowed myself to go somewhere that I had never been. Limits were addressed and pushed, emotional barriers came down and personal connection and satisfaction were gained.

IML 2010 was my 3rd IML and the best one I’ve been to so far. Yes, IML is a sex-filled, heathenistic paradise, but that wasn’t what made it so great. It was all the people that I met, in great part because of Facebook, Twitter and other online sites.

My roommate for the weekend was a sexy beast I’d originally met on BigMuscle, but had never had a chance to meet up with. He’s an awesome guy and we had a lot of fun over the weekend. This is the second time I’ve roomed with someone I’ve never met, and both times it’s turned out great. Maybe I’m just lucky though.

The Vendor Market this year was a little sparse. The booths that were there were great, but many porn studios (outside of the bareback ones) were missing. There were a few others I noticed that were missing too.

The parties this year were just as good as always. Some of my friends threw a CODE party for the first time. It was the only naughty party officially hosted in the hotel. They’re going to be having more at other events over the year too.

Apparently my work at the gym and with my trainer had paid off. I seemed to be getting a LOT more attention this year than past year. I definitely wasn’t complaining. Something I also realized this year is that I’m not that great at getting guys back up to my room. I’m an expert flirter and will do most anything in public, but suck at closing the deal.

IML is my favorite event of the year, and I highly recommend everyone go at some point in time. Even if you’re not big into leather/kink, it’s worth it to experience.

Some more pics from IML below….

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WildCuddler On a hook-up site, do you really care what the first message is, unless it’s rude, if they are hot? I don’t think I do.

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Jay and I met at a weekend BDSM event put on by Discipline Corps. I was collared to Master Glen. Jay asked Master Glen for permission to play with me. Master Glen allowed it. Jay tied me spread eagle and standing in the playspace. Jay went through a multitude of play including spanking, TT, and sensory deprivation. When Jay had finished, I thanked him for his play and returned to Master Glen’s feet in the cigar lounge.

After a while, Jay came into the cigar lounge to speak with Master Glen. He asked Master Glen for permission to take me back to Jay’s hotel room for more BDSM play. Master Glen asked me if I wanted to do go back to Jay’s room. I told Master Glen that I would not be opposed to it. Master Glen gave the ground rules for the play: no blood, no drugs, and no sex. Jay and I both agreed. Master Glen sent us on our way.

When I walked into Jay’s room he ordered me to strip. I did and folded my clothes and placed them by the door. He then tied me spread eagle on the bed. He spanked me and then did some heavy back play. He stripped and stuck his cock in my face. I reminded him of the ground rules Master Glen had given. He jumped up off of the bed. The next thing I knew he wass behind me and slapped my ass. I was sure that more spanking will ensue. I felt Jay shove his cock deep into me. I screamed in pain and rage. I fought the restraints but I could not get out. At some point, my mind blanked out. I have no memory until I was curled up in a ball on the floor. Jay pushed me out in the hall and threw my clothes out behind me. He then slammed and locked the door. In a mental haze, I got dressed and drove home.

What can we learn from this incident? Trusting someone you just met is a dangerous thing? Allowing someone to tie you down without a trusted third party present can end badly? You will ask the questions that you will about my rape. I still ask questions. We didn’t I rip Jay limb from limb when he untied me? Was any of this my fault?

My advice is that you think when you play. Take the risks that you are comfortable with. If someone comes to you with an accusation of rape, do not question them but support them in anyway that they will let you.

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WildCuddler’s Comments:
If this does happen to you – get help, get the police involved, and get to a hospital. You may be embarrassed, but you may not have been the first and may not be the last. Also, by going to the hospital, they can give you emergency treatments for a variety of STDs you may have been exposed to. I know of at least one person that got HIV from a rape incident. There are emergency HIV treatments that can be effective. They can also run a “rape kit” on you to help prove what happened and catch the rapist.

Surfing over at Ego Assassin, I ran across this. How can it not be the cutest thing in the world. It could also be a fun ball gag, especially for those with a facial hair fetish.