I don't want to get into the nitty-gritty of it all, but I've been without internet access for over a week. Molehills are being turned into mountains by forces outside my control.
I'm currently getting internet because I had to travel to another city for a professional workshop, and the housing here is apparently more generous than my own apartment complex. Go figure.
Please have patience as I get things sorted. I promise I'm not jumping ship - the ship's just sinking and I only have one bucket.
Follow the winds
=Sab
30 July 2012
20 July 2012
Filler Post
Sorry about not having a post today. I'm in the middle of moving to a new apartment, and I didn't have much chance to get on my computer the past week.
So, a teaser of what's to come:
The conclusion of the relationship with my second master.
The beginning of the relationship with my third master and summer boyfriend.
A streak in the hallway of my summer apartment at 9 pm.
A streak through the courtyard of my summer apartment at 11 am.
A brief summary of some antics with my summer boyfriend.
A plane flight to a friend of a friend for extreme sexy time.
And finally, the breaking of a heart.I'll get the posts up hopefully on time starting this Tuesday.
Follow the winds
=Sab
So, a teaser of what's to come:
The conclusion of the relationship with my second master.
The beginning of the relationship with my third master and summer boyfriend.
A streak in the hallway of my summer apartment at 9 pm.
A streak through the courtyard of my summer apartment at 11 am.
A brief summary of some antics with my summer boyfriend.
A plane flight to a friend of a friend for extreme sexy time.
And finally, the breaking of a heart.I'll get the posts up hopefully on time starting this Tuesday.
Follow the winds
=Sab
13 July 2012
Showing Off: Summer Apartment
I haven't been allowed to cum lately. My "summer boyfiend" (an interesting story for later) wants both of us to save up for when we see each other this weekend.
Day 1 - I'm doing okay.
Day 2 - Slightly hornier-than-usual morning, but still okay.
Day 3 - I'm pretty sure I could cum from humping the air vigorously.
The story I'd like to share happened on July 4th, so I had the day off work. I got to see the new Spiderman movie starring Andrew Garfield (hot damn!), then shopped for a bit, and went to a rather boring party my boss had invited me too. Everyone there was at least 10 years older than me, and, unlike the gay club, I wasn't the sexy center of attention. After that I went back home.
It's around 9 pm, and I've slipped back into an ultra-horny mood. I wanted to do some exhibitionism. It seems that whenever I get really aroused, I always want to do something naked and risky. But I still had misgivings about parading around naked at the place I live at. I was especially worried about management finding out and kicking me out; there are cameras in all the hallways and elevator. After giving it some thought, I decided that they probably didn't watch the video footage unless they were actively looking for something, and since the office closed at 5 and there wasn't anyone there to even accidentally see me on screen, I went ahead with my plans.
Still a bit apprehensive about being naked where I live, I put a sock on my cock as my sole piece of clothing. I texted my summer boyfriend with a picture of myself and the message: "I'll walk up and down the stairwell wearing just this sock right now if you want me to." I wanted to do this and wanted him to tell me to do it. For a bit, he didn't want me to go becaue there were a lot of people in the pool (which is almost right outisde the building's front doors) and was worried I would be caught by a group of people.
I really wanted someone else to tell me to do this, because it makes it feel more like a command or dare. When it's set up this way, I'm bolder. If I encounter a situation that I would normally run away from (say, realizing my set path is going to put me on full view in front of a lot of people with nowhere to hide), I'll force myself to go through with it because I'm being ordered to do it, and I would have to report a failure to the person in charge if I didn't.
Eventually, he felt that it was safe enough to do and told me to go ahead.
Day 1 - I'm doing okay.
Day 2 - Slightly hornier-than-usual morning, but still okay.
Day 3 - I'm pretty sure I could cum from humping the air vigorously.
The story I'd like to share happened on July 4th, so I had the day off work. I got to see the new Spiderman movie starring Andrew Garfield (hot damn!), then shopped for a bit, and went to a rather boring party my boss had invited me too. Everyone there was at least 10 years older than me, and, unlike the gay club, I wasn't the sexy center of attention. After that I went back home.
It's around 9 pm, and I've slipped back into an ultra-horny mood. I wanted to do some exhibitionism. It seems that whenever I get really aroused, I always want to do something naked and risky. But I still had misgivings about parading around naked at the place I live at. I was especially worried about management finding out and kicking me out; there are cameras in all the hallways and elevator. After giving it some thought, I decided that they probably didn't watch the video footage unless they were actively looking for something, and since the office closed at 5 and there wasn't anyone there to even accidentally see me on screen, I went ahead with my plans.
Still a bit apprehensive about being naked where I live, I put a sock on my cock as my sole piece of clothing. I texted my summer boyfriend with a picture of myself and the message: "I'll walk up and down the stairwell wearing just this sock right now if you want me to." I wanted to do this and wanted him to tell me to do it. For a bit, he didn't want me to go becaue there were a lot of people in the pool (which is almost right outisde the building's front doors) and was worried I would be caught by a group of people.
I really wanted someone else to tell me to do this, because it makes it feel more like a command or dare. When it's set up this way, I'm bolder. If I encounter a situation that I would normally run away from (say, realizing my set path is going to put me on full view in front of a lot of people with nowhere to hide), I'll force myself to go through with it because I'm being ordered to do it, and I would have to report a failure to the person in charge if I didn't.
Eventually, he felt that it was safe enough to do and told me to go ahead.
09 July 2012
Gentle Master (Part II)
The second time I visited my new master, it was at his place. The drive wasn't short, but it wasn't that bad either. On the way I had to make a few stops and buy some supplies. My list of things to get included a dildo, poppers, bondage gear, a riding crop, enemas, and some sexy shorts.
The place did have a nice selection of vibrating toys, and I eventually chose one that had a small crook at the tip for supposedly increased prostate contact. I was tempted to get a different type of cockring (I have a set of 3 in different sizes, but none of them fit really well), but went with some ball bondage instead. They had a ball stretcher in 2 different sizes (1.5" and 2.5" -- that's the length, not diameter) and a ball separator (bands of leather that isolate each ball).
I went with the larger ball stretcher. The shop had riding crops, but they were pricey. My master suggested I should go to Tractor Supply Co. to find a cheaper one.
I was back on the road for a little bit before I made another stop at Wal-Mart. I needed to get an enema (a setup with a bag and hose and clamp) and some sexy shorts. To clarify, the shorts needed to be street legal, but still revealing, and I found a great pair: they're marketed as sleepwear, but in the summer heat they look very normal to wear outside and in public. The material is very thin and loose, the crotch is low-set, and the shorts barely reach my knees when I set the waistband below my hips.
The best thing about them is that when I go commando you can make out where my cock is. It's not obscene when soft, and my cock bounces pretty obviously when I move faster than a walk. These shorts are a recipe for disaster, though, because I'm such a heavy precum leaker; if I get aroused at all and start leaking it will leave an unmistakable dark spot on the light fabric, and knowing that I have very visible precum stain on my shorts, while in public, will make me more aroused. Repeat until I have a full-blown erection in public while wearing very loose shorts. I will definitely post that story when it happens.
I was passing through a large city on my way down, so I made a stop at a sex/novelty store. It was a big place, but very pricey. I was on the phone with my master, and we decided that instead of a dildo he would rather have something that vibrated. But even the smallest anal vibrators (by which I mean, something with a flared end) were priced higher than we thought they were worth. And they didn't sell poppers. I didn't even look at their bondage gear, because I was certain it would be out of our price range as well. He gave me the address of another shop across town, one that was hopefully a bit cheaper.
When I arrived at the second place, I was immediately worried that it was going to be super sleazy inside. But I was pleasantly surprised that it was nice and clean, and the female employee was easy to talk to and funny. They also didn't sell poppers, and the reason she gave was this: poppers are being lumped together by the state lawmakers with all the illegal/unsafe drugs associated with sexual activities. So it was unlikely I would find them anywhere in the state.
When I arrived at the second place, I was immediately worried that it was going to be super sleazy inside. But I was pleasantly surprised that it was nice and clean, and the female employee was easy to talk to and funny. They also didn't sell poppers, and the reason she gave was this: poppers are being lumped together by the state lawmakers with all the illegal/unsafe drugs associated with sexual activities. So it was unlikely I would find them anywhere in the state.
The place did have a nice selection of vibrating toys, and I eventually chose one that had a small crook at the tip for supposedly increased prostate contact. I was tempted to get a different type of cockring (I have a set of 3 in different sizes, but none of them fit really well), but went with some ball bondage instead. They had a ball stretcher in 2 different sizes (1.5" and 2.5" -- that's the length, not diameter) and a ball separator (bands of leather that isolate each ball).
I went with the larger ball stretcher. The shop had riding crops, but they were pricey. My master suggested I should go to Tractor Supply Co. to find a cheaper one.
I was back on the road for a little bit before I made another stop at Wal-Mart. I needed to get an enema (a setup with a bag and hose and clamp) and some sexy shorts. To clarify, the shorts needed to be street legal, but still revealing, and I found a great pair: they're marketed as sleepwear, but in the summer heat they look very normal to wear outside and in public. The material is very thin and loose, the crotch is low-set, and the shorts barely reach my knees when I set the waistband below my hips.
The best thing about them is that when I go commando you can make out where my cock is. It's not obscene when soft, and my cock bounces pretty obviously when I move faster than a walk. These shorts are a recipe for disaster, though, because I'm such a heavy precum leaker; if I get aroused at all and start leaking it will leave an unmistakable dark spot on the light fabric, and knowing that I have very visible precum stain on my shorts, while in public, will make me more aroused. Repeat until I have a full-blown erection in public while wearing very loose shorts. I will definitely post that story when it happens.
06 July 2012
Rx Me, Please
Ugh, got attacked by a sore throat. I felt it a bit yesterday, but when I woke up this morning I felt terrible. My jaw hurt, there was pressure in my ear, and my throat felt like I had swallowed glass shards. I stopped by the office because one of my coworkers wanted to check it out with his iPhone camera. He's not even a doctor or experienced in any medical field. Another one of my coworkers, once she figured out what was going on and why I was wearing a t-shirt, sleep shorts, and flip flops to work, yelled at me to get away from her. She's taking a vacation next week and threatened me to hell and back that if I got her sick she would hunt me down and end me.
I went to a walk-in clinic just down the street, and, sure enough, they said I had some type of pharyngitis. They prescribed me a z-pak and suggested some chloraseptic (throat analgesic + anesthetic). I felt much better by then (11 am); the more I swallowed and talked, the less my throat felt like it wanted to not be in me. But my boss refused to let me return. We have a really small staff, and if I get even one other person sick the whole business would suffer big time. So I have the Friday off!
I'm supposed to go hang out with a friend tonight, and then visit my summer boyfriend over the weekend. I warned him that I'm slightly contagious (I mean, the doctor said I was contagious, but then said that I could go back to work as soon as I felt better, which he said could be as early as tomorrow -- I doubt I'm really that contagious at all), but he works in a fast-paced medical field and encounters all types of illnesses and rarely gets sick. I'm still against the visit, solely because I will feel terrible if he comes down with anything, but he's pretty adamant that his immune system took a level in badass once he started working where he works.
So hopefully I don't start spreading some plague across the state.
The funniest thing that's happened so far is that once my boss found out I was feeling a bit under the weather (at that boring-for-me party), she gave me a full bottle of Bactrim substitute pills -- she's allergic to the real Bactrim compound. Yeah, lemme take some shady-ass pills you pulled from your purse. That can't possibly go wrong.
Note: Don't take shady-ass pills given to you from anyone. You have only yourself to blame for how much your body is going to hate you later.
Double note: We had a power outage here at the apartment, and when everything came back on the internet started working. Convenient, but weird.
Follow the winds
=Sab
I went to a walk-in clinic just down the street, and, sure enough, they said I had some type of pharyngitis. They prescribed me a z-pak and suggested some chloraseptic (throat analgesic + anesthetic). I felt much better by then (11 am); the more I swallowed and talked, the less my throat felt like it wanted to not be in me. But my boss refused to let me return. We have a really small staff, and if I get even one other person sick the whole business would suffer big time. So I have the Friday off!
I'm supposed to go hang out with a friend tonight, and then visit my summer boyfriend over the weekend. I warned him that I'm slightly contagious (I mean, the doctor said I was contagious, but then said that I could go back to work as soon as I felt better, which he said could be as early as tomorrow -- I doubt I'm really that contagious at all), but he works in a fast-paced medical field and encounters all types of illnesses and rarely gets sick. I'm still against the visit, solely because I will feel terrible if he comes down with anything, but he's pretty adamant that his immune system took a level in badass once he started working where he works.
So hopefully I don't start spreading some plague across the state.
The funniest thing that's happened so far is that once my boss found out I was feeling a bit under the weather (at that boring-for-me party), she gave me a full bottle of Bactrim substitute pills -- she's allergic to the real Bactrim compound. Yeah, lemme take some shady-ass pills you pulled from your purse. That can't possibly go wrong.
Note: Don't take shady-ass pills given to you from anyone. You have only yourself to blame for how much your body is going to hate you later.
Double note: We had a power outage here at the apartment, and when everything came back on the internet started working. Convenient, but weird.
Follow the winds
=Sab
Gentle Master (Part I)
So, this story involves a new master. The one I originally had... we got along, but didn't share all the same kinks. He was also extremely busy with the other aspects of his life, and we had a friendly and mutual termination of the relationship. This master, the new one in the following tale, is the guy I met at the private club that wanted to introduce me to a few doms he knew.
With that, let's begin:
I went down to visit him a couple of weekends ago; we met at a hotel and ate at a nearby restaurant. I was early and had some time to spare, so I set up a device he mentioned he would like. All I told him, when he asked if I was there yet, was that I was making him a present.
At the restaurant we were seated at a small 2-person table that was up against a wall. I told him to put his hand under the table and take whatever I was holding. It was a string. One end was now in his hand, and the other was tied in a loop around my balls. He could yank on it to get my attention, or to just mess around with me.
After dinner, and quite a few tugs on my balls, we went back to the hotel. He had invited someone over for later, but wanted to play with me first before the other person arrived.
He spanked my ass a bit, and tried a bit of ball busting. I've come to realize that I really, really don't like ball busting as much as I thought I did. Being spanked, paddled, or belted is okay. I'm not sure if I find it particularly arousing, but I love being dominated like that.
He was getting thirsty, and ordered me to go get something from the vending machine. I was allowed to wear only a pair of small, clingy athletic shorts that completely outlined my cock. The machines weren't too far from our room, and not in a revealing location. I brought back his can, and then he had me go down to his truck and bring back a bag he had forgotten.
Again, wearing just the shorts, I went out on the balcony, then down the steps to the parked cars. There was a single guy outside, older, smoking a cig and leaning over the upper railing. He glanced at me, and I'm sure he noticed my package swinging freely. I didn't keep eye contact with him (and really couldn't, as the stairs led away from him and the truck was parked even further away from him) but I felt I was being watched the entire time. I found the bag and returned. As I went back up the steps I noticed he was looking at me, but averted his gaze when I looked at him.
All in all, it felt great to wear so little so publicly and not be worried about anything. I could have popped a full erection if I'd had the time to work on it. I wish just being exposed was enough of a turn-on to cause me to sport an uncontrollable erection. That would be fun.
At the restaurant we were seated at a small 2-person table that was up against a wall. I told him to put his hand under the table and take whatever I was holding. It was a string. One end was now in his hand, and the other was tied in a loop around my balls. He could yank on it to get my attention, or to just mess around with me.
After dinner, and quite a few tugs on my balls, we went back to the hotel. He had invited someone over for later, but wanted to play with me first before the other person arrived.
He spanked my ass a bit, and tried a bit of ball busting. I've come to realize that I really, really don't like ball busting as much as I thought I did. Being spanked, paddled, or belted is okay. I'm not sure if I find it particularly arousing, but I love being dominated like that.
He was getting thirsty, and ordered me to go get something from the vending machine. I was allowed to wear only a pair of small, clingy athletic shorts that completely outlined my cock. The machines weren't too far from our room, and not in a revealing location. I brought back his can, and then he had me go down to his truck and bring back a bag he had forgotten.
Again, wearing just the shorts, I went out on the balcony, then down the steps to the parked cars. There was a single guy outside, older, smoking a cig and leaning over the upper railing. He glanced at me, and I'm sure he noticed my package swinging freely. I didn't keep eye contact with him (and really couldn't, as the stairs led away from him and the truck was parked even further away from him) but I felt I was being watched the entire time. I found the bag and returned. As I went back up the steps I noticed he was looking at me, but averted his gaze when I looked at him.
All in all, it felt great to wear so little so publicly and not be worried about anything. I could have popped a full erection if I'd had the time to work on it. I wish just being exposed was enough of a turn-on to cause me to sport an uncontrollable erection. That would be fun.
05 July 2012
Digital Castration
Sad update: my home internet is down. My laptop is either refusing to connect to any available connections, or those connections aren't set up correctly. Regardless, I only have reasonable internet access at work, and that's not going to cut it.
In the meantime, I suppose I'll start transporting posts I've written at home to work.
Follow the winds
=Sab
In the meantime, I suppose I'll start transporting posts I've written at home to work.
Follow the winds
=Sab
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