Your views, and your imagination cannot be compared to anyone elses...

I found myself wanting to put down some words half way through my working day, this is the result, though it's now a day later and that lunch is long gone!

I just got back from a work trip yesterday, an annual meeting where no fun was planned for the evenings or any kind of pervyness intended.  But because I'd mentioned the city of where I was going on Facebook, one of the locals (and old friend) prodded me enough to make some excuses and meet up for a drink or meal out and I'm glad I accepted.

He turned up in his Motorcycle gear which was very nice to see (he wears it very well indeed!) and the evening was very pleasant.  What I discovered was that time doesn't go against a friendship, with perhaps the exception of our own minds playing tricks on us, making for nerves which weren't needed, though it perhaps added to the excitement!

This is event which has contributed to me having a spontaneous rethink.  This and some other coincidental things in my life have brought me to some conclusions, some positive ones I might add!  So I hope to summarise it in a way that really helps anyone who reads this.  I really hope it doesn't come across as sarcastic or big headed, I really want it to make a difference.

I've been an active pervert/gearhead for over a decade now and it's EASY for me to sit here typing away and publish some crap I wrote whilst eating lunch working from home.  It's easy because I've been doing it for years and I really have as much or as little power by publishing this as I like, because all that matters really is what anyone takes from this, that's totally optional.

Perception of this though is that I would write about my ego and how great I am etc, but actually it's really not...please bear with me and keep reading, it's gets better!

I don't want to assume I'm admired but I would be lying if I didn't admit to getting a few compliments about the things I've done.  The thing is I do this because I'm different.

The hardest part of this journey, despite all the ups and downs was the initial decision I made over 12 years ago - to make contact.  I remember shaking with so much adrenalin when I first set up my Yahoo Messenger, and then bit by bit exploring daring not to speak to anyone, just collecting photographs which turned me on not really knowing where things would go.

But it became addictive, and I lived for the chance that someone, anyone would have looked at my profile, even though I had no pictures of my own, I had no gear I though was good enough to show off.  I mean looks at the gear on show these days, that stuff costed hundreds if not thousands of pounds/euros/dollars*!!

But when I first got a message it became my world, it was so exciting, I'd have done anything to see, or experience something gear related, be touched or just talked to by someone who understood.

I just wish someone had told me the words I'd offered today.  Your views, and your imagination cannot be compared to anyone elses.  Put simply, without that it doesn't matter what gear you own or pictures you had  taken of wearing, doesn't really matter, because that is material.

It might sound completely bonkers for me to say that material worth is irrelevant in this community of material fetishes, but ultimately it's what keeps me going.  You might think that it's easy for me to say that with a cupboard full of leather, rubber and sportsgear, perhaps you're right, but I'm not going to throw it all away to find out, this isn't an experiment, just my ramblings.  I'm here in this post naked talking to you (not literally, I mean figuratively, I don't want to make you throw up!).

YOUR views no matter what are valuable to everyone else and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.  Opinions and views are something everyone does have and they are unique, some are unfortunate to only spout hate and unnecessary criticism, those times I just won't entertain a response but everyone has an outlet online.

You may not have the confidence, you may not have the experience, you may not have the body or money, but you have the mind, and the want to be part of it and just to not feel alone or like you're weird.

Well the fact is you are weird, I AM WEIRD, what normal person dresses up as a rubber dog that likes being deprived of air and having various things inserted into my out places, being electrified and tormented (grrr getting a boner now).   But even saying that, you don't have to agree with my kinks, you just have to be comfortable with being different and being part of this community, even if you occupy a small corner of it.

This is a community that on the face of it, is very manly, armoured, disguised, anonymous, kinky, devious, scary, intimidating, raunchy, twisted, slinky, messy, powerful, and yet also strangely desirable.....if you give in to that, please don't feel you'll be rejected, because if you recognise ANY of this in yourself, you are one of us, and you are welcome.  I just ask that you please continue to help others, don't assume anything is yours to take or is deserved, enjoy contributing back and participate.

These costumes we wear, hide the person within, and more often than not, that person is a sensitive, fragile and precious soul.  Perhaps that isn't something anyone wants revealed in reality, but I figure we are of mutual minds on this subject so the risk is minimised.

So the following message is for those who are 'active' and contributing in a similar way to myself...please remember those first moments of terror when you decided to make contact with 'someone' you felt you could approach, because at some point soon that 'someone' might be you, don't leave a sour taste in that new guy's mouth.

Yes we might all have different journeys/stories, and we don't all have time to chat with everyone, so perhaps, maybe this blog will inspire others to reach out and open invitation and pay it back.

Great, now my lunch is cold!

Happy Gimpday

March 15th for me is a double edged sword, 37 years ago today I arrived into the world as a blank canvas, no expectations and innocent.

2014 could hardly be thought of in the same breath, but in some ways I approached this weekend with one of the above...no expectations.

Normally I end up organising a group gathering where several mates get invited over and at least three of us enjoy being lavished with gifts as our birthdays fall within a week of each other.

This year was different as I had started the year feeling very low and had distanced myself from our close friends, but a few weeks I had started feeling a lot better as I'd started to fill an empty part of my life with contributing to charity and again playing a more active part of the community overall.

Good friends and playmates S10Boi and his boyfriend Rubberwulf were invited over and as normal we had several chats online where we'd been cybertopping each other and generally getting each other horny chatting about things we'd do in a real situation but nothing promised.

The weekend came and still without expectations except to just enjoy playing with each other and the boys arrived and within a couple of hours we were all in skintight rubber all over and enjoying our time.

I was somehow enviably in a naturally submissive headspace and it was brifly mentioned that I was to be tied up and played with first but somehow Avon (s10boi) ended up on the bed inside his sleepsack, but I was in such a good headspace that I didn't feel and jealousy at all, only to make him enjoy his time encased in a couple of layers of rubber.

Once sealed up I just stood patiently awaiting instructions.

Just wish I'd polished my suit before getting into the swing of things!

I think what lay beneath might have had something to do with my headspace. 

After talks about chastity and how they don't tend to fit me, I was handed Avon's black silicone Birdlocked device and an open padlock.  Unfortunately the sight of this instantly made me hard.

After a lot of concentration I managed to compose myself and stuffed my balls and semi into the device and asked Rubberwulf to 'do the honours' and so he snapped the padlock on.

Anyway, back to the scene.  I was put to use in various hoods where the only hole exposed was utilised and again made me feel more like a sextoy or machine for sexual pleasure.  Eventually after Avon treated to electro in his tailhole, blowjobs and his Venus2000 milking machine, the rubber encase sucking machine went to work again.

I ended up taking his load in my mouth whilst Rubberwulf pushed his digits into my other hole but in my head it was a spitroast, even if the penis in my mouth belonged to another gimp.

After a brief interlude and being made to (though again I was happy to oblige) suck Wulfie's cock and I was surprised to feel him shooting into my mouth too!  I guess my talents at sucking cock have some fans! lol

This was followed by another memorable event which I think was only possible because of my headspace as I was lead into the shower and pissed on by Alphawulf, even opening my mouth to swallow his piss.  I didn't even think twice about it, I beginning to suspect I have been hypnotised into wanting it.

Shortly after this the fun didn't stop as I was put into Avon's hooded s10 gasmask with blackout lenses, rubber posture collar, padded locking mitts and then spread-eagled to our bed.

Wulf's signature yellow ear defenders put me at another disadvantage and helped me be less distracted by what was going on outside of my rubber encasement.

Once a gasmask tube was adding to my inlet the Alphas began to tease me snapping off my codpiece and revealing my locked up cock.

I love how the mitts made me feel so vulnerable, and they felt great too, so rubbery and padded and impossible to remove on my own, though the padlock also helped to cement my gimpy headspace!

Once I was teased for what felt like hours I felt the device holding my bits captive being tugged on and my dick sprung free.

In my vulnerable position I knew what was coming next as I felt the asszip on my suit being opened.  A lubed up gloved finger entered my hold closely followed by an electrode connected to the Avon's ET-312.

The torment didn't abate as the electro was ramped up gradually causing thumping spasms inside me which felt amazing, meanwhile my cock was being stimulated driving my gimpy mind crazy with lust.  I was in heaven and feeling a lot more comfortable than any other time I had been tied up.  Though this wasn't a particularly challenging position I have started working out daily and my circulation seems to be the first noticeable improvement.

Working out is also the reason I feel comfortable showing these pics, it's really amazing how much confidence this has given me.

Eventually after the electro, venus and wanking reached a frenzy I was forced to shoot my load at the hands of Avon and Wulf who promptly continued to stimulate my uber sensitive red swollen helmet.

My moans of pleasure continued for what I remember as being several minutes as I recovered.  Post orgasm I still felt amazingly gimpy, still blind and restrained, the Alpha's gradually released me and we enjoyed a good hug and kiss once the hood was removed.

This was an amazing weekend which aside from the above was relaxing, motivating and even the weather seemed to be on our side, so general good feelings all round and mostly it was down to not having expectations.

Now to get my head around not expecting to not have expectations.....