Contemplation and headspace

Hey All,

It's been a while since I blogged anything.

Historically I've just rambled on and not provided any photos, I'll try to do better this time!

Last blog post was about how YOU have a valued opinion and a part to play in this community.  Our community is far reaching and varied and spills over into other communities, and what I have to say tonight kinda follows on from this theme.

For those who have been paying attention, my husband, myself and a few good souls have brought an event back to life and after plenty of long evenings of preparation, chasing for answers and eventually a lot of running around and a few good stories the weekend came and went ....and so did a few guys at GearBlast:UK :P

Alongside all of this I was honoured to be hosting a couple of friends who had travelled from Australia and the United States staying with us for 15 and 11 days respectively but whilst they were here, I felt so very comfortable and accepted.

This, as it turns out was an over-riding theme amongst many who attended GearBlast:UK, many felt they discovered something new about themselves and that this fetish venue wasn't as intimidating, nor the guys who turned up to be judgemental at all.  This is exactly the kind of thing we were hoping for, but never expected.

One thing I do really appreciate is how many genuinely decent guys we met for the first time and hoping it won't be the last, my regrets total three for GBUK.  One that I didn't bring it back sooner, second that I didn't manage to make it 100% for everyone (always room for improvement) and third, that I didn't have enough time to spend with everyone.

I didn't get a lot of a chance to enjoy it myself but even so here I am on the far right (pup in Hockey gear) with a few other pups.



I'm not here to talk about that weekend though ...surprisingly..oh okay a little bit.  This post is more about the events and feelings which began the weekend which followed.  It became one of the best I've had in a long time.

In addition to my husband, GadgetAU and RocketPup, we also had Rubbot, S10Boi and Rubberwulf over for the weekend for some rubbery fun whilst Rocket was still in the country and what a weekend it was.  Sorry we couldn't accommodate anyone else, I'm seriously not trying to rub it in.

I'm not sure if what happened to me was planned or whether it was the specific influences that were present at the time, but I found myself letting go...

Letting go of my human inhibitions,

As per the previous weekend I was in full rubber a few times, in fact I enjoyed Rubber, Leather, rubber under leathers and rubber again, and leather again, but the one time I was in rubber and allowed to wear RocketPup's Wet-Hot Puppy Hood is where I managed to achieve (for me at least) the elusive pupspace.

Despite my reputation, photos, stories and many conversations with various people I have only managed to get into the pup mindset once or twice.  I didn't know it happened, or how it happened but it has renewed my love of pup play and I want to do it again.

I have come to some realisation in the last few days of what I really want, and what I can really provide personally as I think being pretty established within this community, onlookers who dont' ask the questions can easily make assumptions.

I'm not a Top, an Alpha, Sir, Master or even an expert on the fetishes that I participate in, I'm certainly not an expert and am just learning my craft,  learning about myself and what I enjoy.

My preferred role is submissive, Pup, Gimp, Drone, Toy, Object, Biker...

I can and often do top guys, and I enjoy doing it for those who have imagination and a devious mind, so I guess you could call me a switch, but that is an essential for me - that I feel my effort, enthusiasm and imagination can be reciprocated.

This has always been the case though, it's just that my recent revelation has been that I can indulge in this side of me fully without wanting to be in control or having input into what happens as well, and for that I am eternally grateful.

The key to all this?  Allowing my friends to look after me, not having any expectations and trusting fully that they know my limits and how to get the best from their plaything.  I hope to enjoy this side of me more and more but something I do need help with is my pup side.

Being so prominently 'pup' online I get put on a pedestal and others try to emulate me.  I know this, not because I'm big headed, but because I've been told as much by many.  Though I have fun in gear (and that gear usually involves a pup hood) the headspace isn't there, I can pretend to be cute or sexy, playful, naughty etc, but more often than not, it's playing up for the lens....camera whore that I am.


It's not to say the scenes you see in photos are staged, but the 'look' is acted to a degree, it's still me and it'd be tough to tell the difference considering I'm always wearing some kind of mask or hood, but for me it's not genuine...I wish it were....very much so.

The weekend following GearBlastUK, pupspace was real in my head, I have no way to explain it other than it felt right, I didn't think about the gear, or my human body, or anything that was said to me, I just wanted to sniff things, licking people and happily wagging my tail, not thinking about what happens next.

This has got me thinking, and after talking with my husband I've decided to start looking for a trainer.  Not an owner, because my heart belong to my husband and I will never love anyone else, though I have love for my closest friends both in real life and online.

Previously I thought I could do things for myself, but I think right now I really need a handler or trainer to help me get the best from my pup side, maybe I can help other pups grow in time but first I need to keep developing this part of my personality.

Some of this I can pick up from other pups who visit, but I know that I need some discipline to be able to develop, and dominance to ensure I follow it and enjoy it.  I guess there may be some guys who might suggest they would fit the part. Consider first that I am still human and the first part of accepting training is respect.  If you don't keep my respect as a human it's unlikely you'll meet the pup.

I hope that i find the right trainer for me to help me explore and learn more about my body and mind in pup mode.  I think it's exciting and theraputic to indulge in it.

Right I think I've rambled off enough of my thoughts for one night.

I should add that if you want to see photos from GearBlastUK 2014 follow the link to Flickr on the first image.  If you want to buy merchandise please go to gearblastuk.myshopio.com and if you fancy coming next year bookmark this link www.gearblast.co.uk or send me an email (link on the homepage) asking to be added to the mailing list!

Hope you enjoyed reading this insight into my little big headed indulgent little world, hope I haven't steered anyone wrong in the past or offended anyone in my present, I certainly hope to expand my future! *wags n lixx*

~Boots

So much to do, so little time!

Well things have been quiet on this window to the world of late for a few reasons.

Of course the normal work stuff gets in the way taking up so much time which you all rightfully deserve instead!

As I write this summer has officially landed...well summer according to the UK which is a very pleasant 22c which is about right for this time of year.

Colin and I will be going on holiday soon for a short trip to go Mountain biking with Rubbot up in the Lake District and possibly Scotland.  Also hoping to get the big dark skies we experienced in Norfolk late last summer and provided it's clear we'll get to see the milky way again (an awe inspiring sight we often miss being based in a suburban area with it seems too much light pollution)

Anyway, onto pervier things.....

To some it may not be too obvious, but to others they may be chomping at the bit to find out more.

We are working on a big project which will come together publicly in the next few weeks.

GearBlast:UK

For those who aren't aware I was chief organiser of an event five years ago designed to bring together pervs from many far reaching places into one venue for two nights of just enjoying each others' company and doing what comes naturally...in gear.  This was an extension of the original GearBlast created and hosted by ScubaCCS held during IML in Chicago for a few years before.  I had become a close friend and after seeing how I organised a few private gear parties, he asked me to run a big GearBlast in the UK.

The event we hosted in 2009 could have gone a hell of a lot smoother and in fact it had such a negative effect on me personally that I wasn't prepared to host another.  But is was well received by those who came and we occasionally got asked if we were doing another one.

We weren't going to...but that was until I got a message from good and long time friend Rubbiker77 who, after GBUK09 (which he attended) was inspired to carry on and created GearBlast Europe.

GBEU has more than doubled in size since it's first event and Rubby wanted to get exposure in the UK in 2014 so asked for my help.  I initially didn't want to do it but Rubby worked on me and convinced me to scout for some locations.

I got to work, but I couldn't meet the criteria for a GBEU event in the UK.  However whilst I was looking I began to see that another 'standalone' GBUK event which I would be coordinating again could work in one of the venues which previously didn't suit GBEU's needs or wants.

And so the seed was sown and it began to grow quickly.  I found myself becoming very enthusiastic about managing an event again and could see 'our' event working alongside GBEU to compliment what effectively becomes a Europe-wide GearBlast coverage.

GearBlast is a franchise in some ways, but all the events, although being in different locations have the same aims, to bring together male full gear-heads to mutually enjoy the company of like-minded perverts in a welcoming drama free setting. We don't work against each other and out of respect for GBEU which is held on the last weekend in May we won't be pushing our event until it has passed.

So GBUK was born and we decided to fill the same calender spot in late August as previously as in the UK it is the Bank Holiday weekend.  The Venue was now confirmed, the Dates and Times were set and lots of ideas were peculating in my mind.

Colin helped me get a few select individuals on board to help out, one being an old and very good friend who helped us out in the first GBUK, Bkrlthrs.  He worked on the graphic design for the look, created a website and gave us a very professional air.

He accepted the challenge and is currently finalising the design as we speak.  I have seen some previews and I'm very excited to show it off.  One of which will be an animated banner which will appear on a well known rubber website...and below is a sneaky peek of that banner.

Tickets will go on sale through www.gearblast.co.uk at a very reasonable price from the 1st of June 2014, and we have a fantastic venue secured with lots of space to play with some fantastic furniture and plenty of space to just chill-out or play. 

Hopefully the website will be fully operational too by the time tickets go on sale and we will have some great partners coming on board with us, all of which will be revealed over the next few weeks.

We hope this event gathers much more momentum and it'll be with your help that it will be the success it deserves to be.  This will be an annual thing which can only get better now.

Thanks for reading and I hope we see you in August!

Story - Biker Bondage

Marc was a motorcycle mechanic, working for a large manufacturer on development models for the next five years.  His reputation preceded him as an innovative and trustworthy individual.

The thing was, Marc is gay and also extremely perverted with a great imagination.  His real love was his own custom bike he had been working on at home. 

His job is a very large part of his life and takes up the majority of his time.  He is very much respected for his work and is always called upon to fix problems with the development prototypes.
His boyfriend on the other hand is a very quiet, almost nerdy individual that is into science fiction/fantasy novels, films and television, the sort of guy that dresses up to go to conventions, but the dressing up part is more a fetish than interest to him.

Paul also has a severely perverted side and has a penchant for mechanics too; studying the work of HR Geiger at college he appreciates organic forms morphing into the mechanical.

Marc calls upon Paul to help him with the more artistic side of things on the custom bike, and together they have created a two-wheeled machine that has taken all their efforts over the past three and a half years.

They live in a fairly remote part of the country as the factory is quite remote anyway, with their home not more than 20 miles away.  Marc likes the fact it’s not too close as it means he can be himself and it also gives the opportunity to get fully geared up for the ride into work each day on his company sportsbike.

Many a time Paul had wondered about the existence of life on other planets and his other studies into the paranormal had led him to some interesting theories.  He hypothesised that an alien race had already visited the earth, cloaked by a shields covering their being, but some had been discovered and the description of horrific monsters got into the scientific press.

The connection was made when the areas these sightings were made in were straddled by strange lights in the sky at either side of the sighting by no more than a week.

Local talk had spread to Paul about similar lights in the sky directly over their hometown, and Paul really wanted to take this opportunity to discover the greatest in mans history so far.

Marc had an unhealthy distain for Paul’s ‘imagination’ he called it and didn’t fully want to comprehend what Paul was so enthusiastic about.

Paul and Marc had almost finished the project bike which now looked like something from an Alien movie due to the influence of Paul’s style and sci-fi tastes.

All it needed was some appropriate gear for the lovers to wear whilst riding the beast. So a shopping trip was organised and the pair set off to the big city to a shop that deals in Rubber Motorbike kit and especially designed pieces for perverted guys into bikes. 

They decided to go for two-piece leathers with a race style cut and extra secure zips.  They also decided on getting some matching boots made to look extra chunky like motocross boots with straps down the side and some gloves with extra armour on the knuckles.

Paul had designed a Helmet to go with the bike and was a very similar design to one the shop stocked.  While Marc was distracted by some rubber Paul enquired if the Lids could be converted to accept his modifications.  He was assured that it could be done.

After two weeks of waiting the leathers, boots and gloves arrived with the surprise addition of two crash helmets with internal masks and tubes coming out of them.  Marc looked very confused, but soon had a raging hard on one he saw the inside of one of the lids.

The next day the bike was due back from the paint shop and the pair could go out for the first time to show off their joint creation.  To help pass their time, as it was sure to go slowly after almost four years of graft, they decided to have a rubber-bondage session.

Paul wore his full rubber suit with attached hood, gloves, and boots with additions to his crotch area to enable his cock, encased in a sheath to be locked away of played with, and a plug through the back of the suit into his arse.

Marc decided on matching Paul as closely as possible and wore his all in one rubber suit with attached gasmask hood, waders with sheath shorts beneath and a nice big buttplug up his arse too.

Marc tied Paul standing upright in the frame in their playroom first and made him squirm with joy over and over bringing him to the edge of orgasm then leaving his cock throbbing wanting to be touched for those few seconds more.

But Marc and Paul had been playing these sort of games for over five years now and Marc was getting ever better at reading Paul’s reactions to the point where he could stop wanking him and make the final explosive orgasm last for an absolute age!

Paul was as equally gifted as Marc and he didn’t dislike what was done to him one little bit, in fact he really enjoyed being pushed to the edge thinking he was going to cum each time only to be denied over and over again.

This feeling of denial only made him feel even more aware of his bondage and the rubber totally covering his body and filling his arse.

Marc decided to fill Paul’s mouth with a gag and chose a substantial cock shaped gag connected to a head harness muzzle.  Once fitted over his rubbered head, Paul was silenced.  A gasmask was then pulled over the lot and a tube connected to the intake.

Marc and Paul had a very well stocked playroom hidden under their house and that included a very sophisticated air supply to which poppers could be added via a computer control.

Marc connected this device to Paul and then went back to his captive’s cock and began to wrap it with rope, making Paul’s balls bulge with the large amount of spunk built up inside of them, he then wrapped the rope around his cock producing groans of ultimate pleasure from under the gasmask.

Marc pulled the rope slowly from Paul’s cock and began wanking him again, but decided that this time he wouldn’t stop.  Meanwhile Paul was in ecstasy feeling like he had already cum in his rubber and he felt like he wasn’t stopping for anything, the poppers pumped into his airway filling the gasmask and giving the feeling of the hood and gasmask shrinking around his head.  And with that Paul shot his load into his cock sheath, he swore he saw stars and beautiful lights.

Exhausted, Paul hung from the frame, and Marc began releasing his victim caressing his bound points with love and tenderness.

After Paul was fully released they both lay on the bed in the playroom refreshing themselves with a large cool drink, still in their full rubber suits.

Paul decided that Marc needed a nice long stint in the vacrac.  Marc agreed as it was something of a favourite of his.

After an hour or two of being sucked down Marc felt a strong vibration at his cockhead, and immediately knew that the torment was to begin.

Paul teased and tickled Marc for what seemed like hours to him, and finally he came with an almighty shot from his cock, feeling like the biggest jet of spunk he felt like it would have hit the headboard had he not been in the vacrac.

After an almost endless night of rubber pleasure, both guys were exhausted and were so tired they fell asleep in their rubber gear down in the secret playroom, in each others rubbery embrace they slept until dawn.

The day the bike was due back had come and both Marc and Paul were very keen to see their creation.  The last night had given them a renewed feeling for the perverted side of both their natures and the arrival of their labour of love today made both guys feel the best they have done ever.

Paul in a hazy dreamlike state was making breakfast daydreaming about how good he would look on the pillion seat in their new leathers behind his boyfriend dressed exactly the same as him.

Marc sat at the table and got up to make the tea as breakfast was almost ready, as he was in a dreamlike state like Paul….imagining the sight of the pair of them on the bike in full kit, he thought he saw a wave of distortion in the relatively dark side of  the kitchen.

Suddenly Marc felt very uneasy as he felt like someone or something was watching him.  Paul turned to see Marc looking quite pale and asked him “u o.k. babe?”

Marc being the less inventive or imaginative of the two dismissed this ‘wave’ and feeling as a figment of his imagination, maybe Paul’s stories of Aliens were getting to him.

With that, Marc made the tea, and just as he finished Paul put their breakfast on the table, they sat down and finished a full English breakfast as their usual was cereal, the hot bacon, eggs, sausages, beans, and toast went down well.

Paul took the plates and started the washing up, but it soon got forgotten as the van which contained the bike arrived beeping it’s horn.

Both Marc and Paul raced to the front door and while Marc accosted the driver, Paul opened the garage door.

The freshly airbrush painted bodywork gleamed in the sunlight even though it was mostly grey, black and silver.  Perfectly matching their leathers, boots, gloves and helmets, both guy knew the whole setup was almost too good to be true.

After the bike was delivered back the guys wheeled it into the garage away from prying eyes and proceeded to get ready for the maiden voyage.

Both Paul and Marc squeezed themselves into their new leathers, first the trousers with kneesliders, then the big chunky boots designed to fit around the kneesliders with big buckles and metal armour on the shins and around the foot in various places.  Next the Jacket gets put on over nothing as the lining is plush and the weather is fine, the jacket also connected to the trousers via full length zip.

Then the boys put their new matching helmets on, slipping their heads into the snug fitting interiors with the rubber face mask connected to the tubes exiting from the side fitting airtight to their mouth and nose areas.

Finally the gloves are secured and the gear is complete, both guys getting surges of excitement and they can’t control their gear fetishistic urges and decide to grope each other in their heavy padded, armoured kit covering every inch of their bodies.

Marc straddles the bikes and plugs his tube into the tank, which strikes him as odd, as firstly he didn’t put a nozzle on the tank, and secondly he didn’t think to connect the tube, he just did it.

Meanwhile Paul opens the garage door and Marc starts the bike up and shmoozes out of the garage. 

Paul closes the door behind him and sets the alarm to the house.  He turns to get on the pillion seat and sees his boyfriend wriggling his tightly leathered body on the riders seat adjusting his position.

For a moment Paul is lost and sees Marc and the bike as on being, with the colours and textures of the bike, the leathers, boots, gloves and helmet gelling perfectly with each other, then he remembers he is wearing the same and immediately gets horny.

He carefully strides the back of the bike, adjusts his position on the seat and places his feet on the footpegs.  He then takes the tube from his helmet and plugs it into the nozzle inbetween the two seats.  He realises as Marc did that this wasn’t there before and he also found it odd that he did it so naturally.

Marc raises the revs and the bike throbs beneath them both, he lets the clutch out and they move off.  A passer by, walking their dogs stops and gawps in amazement at the two-wheeled form leaving the vicinity.

As mark is riding he realises he is ina very comfortable position and his hands are very comfortable inside his new gloves, he realises that he cannot take his hands away from the controls, not only that, but his feet are stuck to the footpegs.  A panic starts to fill Marc’s head, as he knows that when he stops he won’t be able to put a foot down and his pride and joy will be ruined on the first outing.

They come up to the first set of lights on their journey and they turn green just as they get there.  At the second set of lights they stay on red, Marc downshifts and cruises to the lights but they stay red, he comes to a halt next to a car full of young guys.  A major embarrassment falling over and not being able to get off the bike, hell it would be bad enough to drop the bike.

The car full of lads look over to this form pulling up next to their car and they gasp as an arm on each side deploys to steady the bike as it halts.  All the occupants of the car stare at the two guys appearing to become one form with the bike itself.

The style of the bodywork and the colours and textures help this illusion, but in reality both Marc and Paul on the pillion seat are actually becoming part of their bike.

Both guys begin enjoying the feeling of bike bondage, their boots attached to the footpegs, Marc’s hands locked to the bars and Paul’s locked around Marc, rubbing his chest and crotch.

Unknown to them the seats underneath them were forming anal intruders which would pierce the leather suit they were both wearing and full both their arseholes only to expand and hold both guys firmly to the seats.  Both buttplugs begin to vibrate as they are connected directly to the frame os the bike and transmit the engines un-damped vibrations directly to their prostates.

Now both guys are locked in position they are under the bikes control completely.  The helmets shrink around their heads and begin to join underneath, meeting the top of the leather’s collar, which rises to meet the helmets only to join up and form one joined skin.

Other connections are being made at the zip connecting the jacket and trousers, and the boots on their feet, also the zip along the front becomes leather and the leather grows under the helmets to cover their heads inside the helmets forming tight hole-less hoods, blinding both passengers to their journey ahead.

What pervs want

So, some of you might be familiar with our old website hosted graciously on Airdrive.co.uk but we closed the gates on that chapter (well, added a holding page) midway through 2013. 

We are not web designers and needed something easier to manage so after good friend S10Boi showed me it was much easier to update a blogger website and make it look like your own we've decided to give it a go.

So, what we are wondering is what 'old' content you'd like to see first, or whether you'd rather see fresh new content?  Please leave a comment below which for this time only I've opened up to anyone.

First Post

Well, the good news is Pervybikers will be returning via Blogger.  Bear with us as we upload the old content including the original content of Stories, Video links to Xtube, photos and more.

Depending on what kind of response we get determines the frequency and quality of what gets uploaded, so feedback is appreciated!