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Episode 07 – Larry Talks Fisting, Part 1

Daddy Tony invites over a friend of many years, Larry Shockey, to talk about fisting. Larry has been a long time fister, hosting many play parties in his home city of San Francisco and also leading work shops to teach people all they need to know about getting started in visiting.

We had so many questions and wanted to get so “deep” into the subject, we actually recorded a two part episode in one night. In the first part we learn a bit about Larry himself and how we got started in the scene. Coming up in part 2 we will get into some of the mechanics of fistings, such as good lubes, how to clean out and much more.

Daddy Tony and Sparky were pretty punchy in this show, having just came home from a long work trip, but damn if we didn’t have a good time. Lots of boys in the audience, lots of bondage going on, and a lot of fun all around!


Show Notes

Discussion Topics

  • New Orleans for Daddy and Sparky
  • Flight back for Daddy and Sparky
  • Larry Shockey Interview
  • What is he involved in now
  • How did he get into fisting
  • Got fisted by a woman

About Our Guest

Larry has been a member of the kink and fetish communities for more than fifteen years. During that time, he served as President of the Steering Committee for Leathermen’s Discussion Group for three years, as Chair for the planning committee for Leather Levi Weekends 2007 and 2008, as well as serving as a member of the Advisory Council for Leather Leadership Conference XII, (San Francisco 2008).

In 2007, 2008 and 2009, he organized and coordinated the BDSM demonstration area at Leather Alley during SF’s Pride Festival following the Pride Parade. He has also done numerous public demonstrations on a wide array of play for the Stop AIDS Project, SF Citadel, The Society of Janus, Leather Levi Weekend, Leathermens’ Discussion Group, the Ring, ACLC, Sacramento Valley Leather Corps, Leather Leadership Conference, and the SF Leather Daddies, among others. He is now focusing his efforts on strengthening and enhancing the fisting community in SF.

In 2008, Larry began organizing weekend fisting retreats, known as Spring FFling. In September 2008, Larry brought a public fisting venue back to the SF sex scene for the first time since the closure of The Sling. Known as Hell Hole, this monthly play party, which focuses on safer-sex and drug-free play, has been widely and well-received by men not only in San Francisco, but from across the US and around the world. Larry began doing programs on fisting in 2005, and has been a frequent presenter on that topic.

In furtherance of his desire for educating others, in January 2010, the Handball Academy was born. The purpose of the Academy is to provide an educational setting where novices, the curious and those wishing to further hone and develop their fisting skills can come together in an informal setting among their peers to learn, share and grow. The Academy sponsors Novice Workshops, a 5 hour hands-in experience, and quarterly panel discussions, and hopes to implement a weekend Academy in the near future.

In June 2010, his booklet, “The Sacred Art of Fisting,” an outline of play, practice, and safer-sex techniques, was published thanks to a grant from the Stop AIDS Project. That booklet is now undergoing revision and its second edition is scheduled for publication in 2013 in both print and Kindle formats. In 2011, Larry and his partner Loy, began producing Fist Fest in Palm Springs, and in 2012, they brought the Fist Fest weekend to Augusta, GA for its East Coast debut.

Follow Larry on Facebook.

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Episode 06 – Neil and Erotic Hypnosis

This week we get to spend some time with Neil, a New York based hypno therapist. He talks to us all about the ways in which erotic hypnosis works, what it is, and what it isn’t. We talk about the time Sparky was under several post-hypnotic suggestions during a leather event.

Hypno is a subject that people either are very into, just curious or highly skeptical, and our goal was to introduce the subject to everyone. We are looking forward to having further discussions with Neil to delve any deeper.

We are also putting out the call for any questions you may have about hypnosis; send them in and we will do a future show with Neil and read your question on the air!


Show Notes

In the News

Discussion Topics

  • Erotic-hypno.com
  • What is hypno, what isn’t it?
  • Personal stories
  • Why hypno?
  • The headspace, mindspace

About Our Guest

Neil has been doing hypnosis since 2001, at first as a hobby (and tool of sexual exploration) and since 2009, as a full-time job. Practicing hypnosis lead him to discover his dominant side and explore the BDSM world. Neil lives in New York City. Find him on TwitterRecon, and his blog The Erotic Hypnotist.


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Episode 05 – Bouncer, Mr. West Coast Rubber

This week we talk with the newly sashed Mr. West Coast Rubber, Bouncer Pup. He tells us all about his start and the wild ride he has had since he started in kink just a short while ago. We have a great time getting to know him more and what he is getting into, pressing limits and running for the new rubber title!

It was wonderful getting to know him more, hope you enjoy it as well!


Show Notes

In the News

Discussion Topics

  • How he got into kink and his time within the kink community thus far
  • Being kinky in Sacremento
  • Pushing Limits and how pushing my limits has shaped me as a kinkster
  • My WCR trip/contest weekend and what winning a title and being a title holder was and has been like

About Our Guest

I’m Bouncer Pup and I’m your regional rubber title holder for the west coast, not to mention a playful puppy dog who likes to chase things, bark at squirrels and kitties and have fun! What I’m all about is spreading rubber fun and kinky sexual expression to the masses; both the uninitiated and those already in our community who enjoy having fun in and out of the playroom!

I love meeting new people and making new friends and as the west coast titleholder for 2013 I hope to have fun putting on events and engaging fellow kinksters within and without the region.  Also, as a member of the Rubber Men of San Francisco I love helping to put on events with the club that draw in pervs from outside our region and bring new people into the world of rubber kink.  We have upcoming events usually each month that you can check out on our website: www.rmsf.org

2013 is already off to an incredible start and looks like it’ll be a year full of amazing experiences! I look forward to sharing in all that I can with the rest of you guys!

See ya around at these following events:  Mr. New England Rubber Contest 2013, IML 2013, Dore Alley in SF and Folsom Street Fair SF just to name a few!  Not to mention other trips taken throughout the year, Woof!

Find Bouncer on Facebook, Twitter, Recon, and Fetlife!

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Episode 04 – Rub One Out at Rubbout!

In this latest podcast, Daddy Tony and Sparky talk with Reid, also known as RubberCanuck, the main organizer of Rubbout, an annual rubber kink event in Vancouver.

Rubbout is a Vancouver, BC grass-roots organization that has organized a party weekend since 1991. We are staffed entirely by unpaid volunteers who do it purely for the love of rubber. The event will be held on April 12th to the 14th, with a lot of fun activities, including a rubber bar night, gear swap & silent auction, a puppy play party, a rubber play party, and a rubber brunch.

We talk with Reid about the event, all that is going on at the event, where it started and how it has grown. Enjoy!


Show Notes

Discussion Topics

  •  Jinx Monsoon in Hedwig and the Angry Inch
  • Rubout
  • Puppy contest
  • Evolution of where he got into rubber
  • Psychological nature of kink
  • Emergence of the west coast events
  • Puppy contests

About Our Guest

Reid (aka Rubber Canuck) is an avid rubberman and the lead producer of the Rubbout Fetish Weekend held annually in Vancouver, BC, now in its 22nd year. He is the former Mr. West Coast Rubber 2010 and Mr. Rubber Calgary 2008. Reid enjoys doing workshops and demonstrations of rubber and bondage gear in the Pacific Northwest, and has done so in Vancouver, Seattle, and Portland over the past few years for various groups and events. He has been writing the Rubber Canuck blog since 2006 and has been an active member of Vancouver Men in Leather since 2008. He lives with his partner Paul and is also active with the gay running, swimming and cycling groups in Vancouver. Follow him on Twitter, or his blog.


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Episode 03 – I’m Not Laughing

In this episode, we take a moment to respond to an email we received from one of the co-founders of the Bareback Brotherhood, talking about the parody interview we did with “gollum”. Apparently he didn’t care for our brand of humor and took the time to tell us we got it all wrong.

Then proceeds to never mention how or why we are wrong.

Throwing out all kinds of weird accusations and hyperbole, from “Condom Nazis” to claiming we are adding to his “death threats”, he focuses only on the reaction and never the substance.

So, we respond the only way we know how… record it!


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Episode 02 – SEA-PAH (bow rorr rorr)

For Episode 2, we decided to talk to some local puppies that have organized the Seattle Pups & Handlers Association (SEA-PAH), a local group that is working towards creating a place for those into human puppy play.

From their own flyer, they say of themselves:

The Seattle Pups and Handlers Association is a group that is devoted to the human-pup, and those that love them. This is a place for pups, handlers and people curious about pup play in the Pacific Northwest and beyond. We are a group in the Seattle area that has been created to educate people about what pup play is, as well as have a family of friends where they can be comfortable about this fun type of play.


Show Notes

In the News

Discussion Topics

  • Who are these pups, how did they get into puppy play?
  • What is puppy play?
  • Gear, Headspace, Role Play
  • What they do & why they do it

About Our Guests

The Seattle Pups and Handlers Association (SEA-PAH, or on Facebook) is a group that is devoted to the human-pup, and those that love them. They create a place for pups, handlers and people curious about puppy play in the Pacific Northwest and beyond. They have been created to educate people about what pup play is, as well as have a family of friends where they can be comfortable about this fun type of play. Nate and Pup Gadget are pups, and are in a committed relationship to each other for over 3 years. They have been working hard to help establish SEA-PAH for their fellow puppy play friends throughout the region.

Find Nate on Facebook or Recon. Find Gadget also on Facebook or Recon.


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Goodbye Jason, we lost more than just the MIR

Earlier this week the gay community was rocked by the news of the passing of Jason Lynch, the current Mister International Rubber. Those of us here at NoSafeWord extend our heartfelt condolences to his partner and his family as they deal with this heart wrenching loss. We also want to extend our hearts and support to all those throughout the community who are dealing with this loss.

Over the course of the last ten years I have experienced the loss of those close to me, and those whom I have just started to get to know (as I was with Jason, having exchanged messages with him in the last several months and I am sad I won’t continue to get to know him). In each of those past loses, one overriding commonality between each is that they were wonderful individuals who loss was felt by many.

Last night I was chatting with a fellow rubberman who was particularly hit by this loss, both because of the love and respect he had come to have for Jason, and I suspect likely because this is the first such death of a fellow kinkster. The sadness he was feeling was overwhelming and deep, and I certainly don’t fault him for that.

When someone has such a loss it is difficult to find any words that can help make anyone feels better. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t possible to at least try.

Jason has become know within our community as someone who embodied many of the qualities we should strive to live up to. Full of life and enjoying it. Caring to his brethren. A committed and loving husband. Willing to step forward to take on the responsibility of first a regional title, and then a national title. Respected and admired by many throughout our community. Having the courage to take the small steps necessary to making this community better, one person at a time.

Each and everyone of us that has felt this loss, be it me, or the person I was chatting with last night, or anyone else reading these words, each of us can only hope to live up to that memory and try in our own ways to try to live up to those same ideals that Jason was just starting to represent as the MIR. Maybe each and everyone one us can each continue his work as MIR.

Maybe that is how we will turn this tragic loss into a legacy.

Rest in peace, Jason.

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Episode 01 – Starting It All

Episode 1 of the NoSafeWord Podcast is now live, and we couldn’t be more excited to begin this show to share with you all. We are so looking forward to having conversations with all the kinksters out there, from the most green newbie to the elders of our community, and everyone in between. We want to talk with everyone who is a part of this tribe. It is by sharing our experiences with each other that we can learn and grow. We have already started recording shows for weeks now, and have some exciting interviews that you are going to love!

In this episode we focus on introducing you to our hosts, Daddy Tony and Sparky, as well as the rest of the crew of NoSafeWord. And a special interview for our first episode you just have to hear to believe!

Stay tuned for more from NoSafeWord!


Show Notes

In the News

Discussion Topics

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MAL Hypno – The Final Installment

This post is part 1 of 3 in the series MAL - Hypno Bondage.




So, there is a final piece to the Hypno story that I haven’t shared yet. My willingness to write up play sessions lately has been a little diminished due to a hectic schedule, but this particular encounter is stuck in my mind as something I want to finish.

In the previous writings about MAL I talked about the hypno I had with Neil  but there was one part of the story that I have been looking forward to share, and I have been coordinating putting the words together with the boy involved.

Rugbylthr and I ended up at a friend’s house after MAL was over, this now two days after the Saturday described in the other posts. He and I met briefly on a different trip, though he was at the time with a Daddy friend of ours from Virginia, and since then my partner had met up with him, but this weekend was the first time I really got to know him.

He has this great look about him that I love. He comes off almost innocent yet experienced , strong and vulnerable. The kind of guy that can express two sides of the same coin with what appears to be little efforts. But then he gives that sidelong glance that is the window to the little devil inside.

I like that devil!

So he arrives on this night after MAL is over, heading on his way back up north to home, but stopping to see everyone again before getting on the road. Once he finds a spot to settle in, on the floor near a chair I slide myself over near him, and start to give him a back rub, and him rubbing my legs in return. All the while chatting with others, sharing jokes between us, laughing, touching, tumbling to the floor for cuddling and, well, dare I say, heavy petting (as a pup, I have always loved that phrase).

Now, in the previous stories I talked to you about the hypno and how it felt, including the effects of the “Orgasm” suggestion. Neil only had to grip my wrist and I would feel this wave of orgasms flood over my body, over and over. Had I been in the right mind to count, the count must have been in the mid double digits at least. But by the end of the night it was deminishing, and by the next day all that remained when Neil would grab my wrist was just kind of a tingle, or an echo of a tingle is a better way to put it.

And mind you, through it all, grabbing my wrist didn’t work for anyone else to give me an orgasm, just Neil. That is what made what happened next so surprising.

I was trying to draw out this playful part on the floor for as long as I thought I could, but there was too many people around for my liking, so we headed on up to the guest room. At this point, I am going to share what the boy wrote:

Between the legs of a sexy Daddy bear, I first laid my eyes on Sparky. It was the Sunday of MAL 2008 and the previous night I’d been brought by the bear to his friend’s house. The following morning, I found myself sitting on the floor between his legs, meeting a cadre of other men staying in the house, including Sparky and Dvous1. I was immediately attracted to both of them, but surrounded by this cadre of new and kinky faces, I could barely form words. Let alone say the words, “I’m into you.”

Three years later, I found myself sitting in the same room, now surrounded by a cadre of good friends and between Sparky’s legs. It was the Monday of MAL and we were all sharing our excitements and exploits. Rubbing Sparky’s legs and he rubbing my shoulders, I lamented to myself that I hadn’t made it clear to Sparky that I am into him. I had only stopped at the house to say goodbye.

With his hands on my shoulders, my will to leave melted and I melted into the comforting space between his calves. My hands moved up to his hamstrings and knees. I turned around to rub his quadriceps. Sparky laid down on the floor of the living room. I mashed my palms into his lats, traps and deltoids while perched on his ass. Sparky suggested we continue upstairs as conversation had continued around us.

Now shirtless and straddling his body, I massaged his front, pectorals and abdominals. Kissing deeply, tongues tangling and unraveling, continuing down the jaw line, supple neck, tender bites and soft growls. Tongue drawn down his body, lapping each pink nipple and meandering his torso. Gently holding his arms down while my tongue traced patterns along his body, up his neck and into deep kisses. Each time down his body moving slightly further south, rubbing his legs, pulling his jeans slightly to lick the space between his torso and legs. Slipping his jeans off, watching his bulge twitch, pulling his boxers aside, my tongue playing music in the groove between his legs and groin. Periodically, returning to kiss, lick and bite each other’s mouths, lips and necks.

To keep him from squirming, I held his arms and continued to lick his body. Down his stomach, up his side. Tickling, lapping, growling, grinding. Gripping his wrists tighter. Moaning, moaning and then jerking taut.

I was so far into feeling the erotic nature of Rugbylthr using his mouth to bite, lick, scratch pull, suck, all different parts of me, and the feeling of completely in the moment and without thought, I was in a trance like state. Truthfully I can’t tell you how long we were at it; for me it seemed like hours, and most of my head was just in this spot of thinking of nothing but what this hot boy was doing to me.

So here I am, moaning, writhing, cursing and touching him all over, and everything around me was just in a far away spot of my perception, when suddenly there was this snap back to reality.

That same feeling that I had associated to Neil, whenever he could grab my wrist, this intense mental orgasm came back with a vengence, just like when I was at level ten on the horny scale and he would do the same thing to me on the floor of MAL. I am in that moment aware that this boy has me by that same wrist, in the same firmness. It was just like waking up in the middle o f the night to the sound of a car crash outside; first delirium, then a sudden rush of WTF, and finally realization about what was happening.

A little freaked I told him what I thought was happening (though I didn’t know was possible). This is where the devil shows up. He just goes at it again. Grabbing my wrist, biting and licking and holding me down as I go through another wave of mental orgasm.

Piqued, he told me to stop and offered explanation that I may have tapped into a hypnotic suggestion. He explained his encounter on Saturday with Neil. Intrigued and incensed, we continued our row. His legs now on either of my shoulders, I held his hips and worked his groove, making him squirm. Holding him tighter, I followed the line up his body, working the tender spot above his femoral artery.

Then, I pounced. I tightened my grip on his arms and firmly mouthed his inner wrist – an impassioned kiss out of a vampiric dream. When he tried to pull away, not so much a kiss as a gnaw. Trapped under my body, but free to squirm. Moans growing, hips bucking, while I just grinned, took a breath and looked at his eyes and face. He sighed and his muscles relaxed in a sigh.

I pounced again. Waves of moaning, writhing, and torquing, but I held fast to his wrist, less concerned about holding him down. I came up for air as I heard someone in the hall. In our haste, we’d not closed the door.

I pounced a third time. I could see the figure peering into the room in my periphery. Too fascinated and engrossed, I didn’t look up to identify the figure. I only know I was holding Sparky’s wrist with both hands now, as he yelled pleasures and obscenities. I couldn’t help but continue my assault. I was no longer holding his body down, only his arm in order to maintain the control and pleasure. He writhed and jerked and shivered – the continued shivers of heavy orgasm. I released him and laid next to him. We kissed.

DVous1 came up a few minutes later when “we stopped hearing screaming in the living room and figured you were done.” Sparky and I just looked at each other and laughed.

Near as I can tell, this boy used his passion of the moment to put me in a trance like state, which brought back up the suggestions that were there from the other night. To do so I had to be in a moment of pure relaxation, feeling safe and secure and in the moment, without distraction.

Those who know me, they will tell you I am wound tight, so for me to let him in like that, well… it doesn’t happen often. That makes this moment, well, something special, just as he is a special boy.

Coming up, he will be one of our roommates at IML.

Can’t wait!

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Safety – Research Your Top

From time to time, you will notice people will indicate in their profile something along the lines of, “I only add friends to my buddy list if I met you in person.” Now to some extent this comes from not wanting to get a bunch of people in the friends list you don’t know (excluding those that gather profile buddies to show off, of course).

But there is also another reason that many do so: we all have a common understanding that to some way or another we are “vouching” for that person in our buddy lists.

Take for example my own profile on Recon as an example (here). Nearly every one of the people on there are people that I have played with or know very well. There are a couple I may not have played with yet, but I added them because I checked their references.

Each time I am approached by someone to play, I check their friends list on whichever of the profile sites I am on. I am looking for anyone I know that I can check in with, see what they say. And everyone on my buddy list I am comfortable with giving a recommendation about me (or not, if I pissed you off, LOL).

This natural network has developed over the last few years has become a resource for players and newbies alike, and I know I am not alone in keeping the idea of a buddy list “sacred” for this very reason.

I realize there are hot guys you may want to play with that don’t have a lot of buddies. This system I describe isn’t meant to replace researching a top before you let him tie your ass up. You need to find out who you submit your freedom to.

But, it is a good start.

Ask around before you play. Check their experience, make sure if they are going to put a bag over your head they know what they are doing. Before they try to fry your ass with electro, ask others if the experience with that top is worth it.

In the long run, it makes for the best scenes, anyway.

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Another day of sad news…

Today, I came home to find some messages to letting me know about a friend who passed away yesterday. Out of respect for his partner, for his family, and for the fact that I am only just hearing about this now, I choose not identify who has passed. He was a friend from Europe that I had met and played with while I was living on the east coast, and had stayed in touch with him since.

What I just heard was that it was in fact something related to play in some way, which is very sad as well. The numbers of friends that have died in similar circumstances in the last few years is truly horrifying (see my previous post here). It is starting to become a numb feeling with each one, especially given how much I have gotten into edge play myself over the last couple of years.

Truthfully, I have to wonder how much have I contributed to that with this blog, especially with the heavy breath play videos. My openness that I do in fact play with poppers, including the kind that have been directly involved in some of these deaths, is that something I need to modify?

After coming to terms with the sadness of this friends death, it is hard not to be angry. Our of respect for this friend I won’t be angry at him, but I know my thoughts are already turning to the next person that is out there. How many warnings does it take, how many safety courses created by communities only to be under attended will there be, what will it take to get everyone to see that they need to be careful, to know how to play safely without death. When will it be clear that no orgasm is worth dying over.

And at one point do we say, you are stupid for letting this happen to you.

After one similar such death a friend approached me in the bar one night to chat about the circumstances of how our mutual friend had died. It was rumored that spray poppers were the culprit. Then this boy that I was chatting with shows me a can of the same poppers in his pocket and asked me if it was, “too soon.” Knowing that this boy doesn’t play with others (thinking there were no real kinksters in Seattle) I asked if he was using those by himself. He said that he had been.

To which I said, “We all feel bad that X has died. It is tragic that such a senseless death happened when it didn’t need to happen. So we all feel bad for X. But after knowing what happened to him, if you accidentally kill yourself by playing with that shit by yourself, no one is going to feel bad for you. We are going to think you are an idiot.”

And then, I walked off.

Each time it happens to someone else since I said that I haven’t felt they were idiots. I haven’t been angry that they were so careless.

I just feel sad.

I am left only to wonder what can be done to make this stop. To teach others to play safe so we don’t have to go through this again. I wonder if there is more that the clubs, organizations, contests, vendors or kink websites can do. I wonder if there is more that everyone can do to help our brothers in the kink world not from paying to high a price

I tell everyone I play with not to play with spray poppers of any kind on their own. I try to show those that I play with the lessons I learned over the years from others on how to play safe. I put warnings on my videos that have some. And I try to make sure that this blog is as informative as as I can make it on how to have safe play.

What I need to decide is, is it enough.

Will any of it ever be enough to make it stop so we don’t lose another?

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No Safe Word?

Over the course of the last several months, as I get more and more followers to the blog (thank you to you all, BTW, I appreciate you all!) I have received several questions regarding the name of the blog.

No Safe Word

The question is always along the line of; I am assume you don’t use safe words when you play.

First, the name I chose was meant to have a dual meaning regarding the blog itself. There is no safe words here, nothing but my own truth that can at times be sharp and jagged. I don’t intend this blog to be entirely safe for everyone as it may challenge, push or prod from time to time.

But let me say, I don’t tend to use a safe word when I play, not because I don’t believe in the ability of the sub to use them, but because I don’t believe that as a Dom I need to have them. It is more of a ritual that gives the sub some form of comfort, but they may not necessarily need comfort to reach the right headspace for the scene.

There have only been a couple of times when something has become so intense that I have had to resort to a “safe word” both in scenes where none was established, yet I was able to communicate to the top that something was wrong.

When I play with a sub, I don’t use the safe word as I, the Dom, listen to the boy and the reactions, adjust when need to. And I find myself when I sub not wanting to use them with Dom’s because if I felt I needed one I don’t particularly think the Dom is in tune with me and therefore I don’t need to play with them.

When I started playing as a Dom, I used them and I am glad I did. And I encourage others to as well until you can read your subs and feel confident that you are in control of the scene. But at this point in my life, as a Dom or a sub, I don’t need them any longer.

That is one way to grow in your kink.

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Sock Powder

I need to credit my former boyfriend, Oneill67 for this one, but I have run into so many people who have loved how I prep my rubber that I thought it would be a good idea to share here.

Some people always use lube for the inside of their rubber gear, and some use talc powder. Sure, both are great options and have their advantages. I have been using, however, J-lube in just powder form. You get the advantage of a dry powder to put the rubber on easily with no fuss and goo, but once you start sweating you get lovely feel of the tight rubber moving with your skin as the j-lube liquefies.

The best application for it, is the sock seen below.

What you do is take an old tube sock that is at least crew length and fill the toe part with the dry powder. The more the better, then tie off the sock as seen in the photo. You want to use an old sock rather than a new one as you want it to be more porous and release more of the powder when you need it.

When it is time to apply the sock powder you simply bang the ball of the sock on the inside of your rubber all about to get a nice even coating. The more you bang it around, and the harder you do, the more powder will get spread around. I usually lay my gear on the floor for this kind of application.

Another advantage of this method of storing rubber is that when it is time to put your gear on you can choose to just use the powder, or you can add your favorite liquid lube to make getting in easier. This will mix with the j-lube, which should help keep the lube around longer between your skin and the gear, extending the time you can wear. I have gone nearly 24 hours in the same gear.*

Hope this helps!

* – Keep in mind that long term wear of rubber gear is not that great of an idea. At a certain point your skin needs to breath, so a break from the gear from time to time is best.

sock powder



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MAL – Hypno Bondage – Part 2

This post is part 2 of 3 in the series MAL - Hypno Bondage.

For those that didn’t catch it the previous post, you can catch up to the story here.

After dinner I met up in the lobby Neil once again, his buddy MDW (of fame from his blog, he just recently posted about this experience) and with Bo, the writer of the blog that inspired me to go try this with Neil and also the awesome pup I had played with the night before. It was time for some hang time in the lobby.

I was decked out in my rubber gear (yellow zip front muscle shirt, rubber cod piece shorts) with a set of Carhart black overalls over that (years of my husband’s obsession with Carhartts is starting to spill over!) and a pair of boots. There was a lot of chatting and hanging out with buds, especially with the four that I mentioned. I am going to try to piece together what happened as best as I can.

From time to time Neil would change my horniness level by giving me the Horny followed by a number command, sometimes putting me on level 5, some times on level 10. When on 1O was practically molesting Bo right there, and at one point was molesting my husband (though he was not really into it and decided to head back to where we were staying).

Now MDW just got himself a new pair of boots, something I was talking with him about prior to the event, and they were looking good on him. He had teased about looking forward to making me lick his boots during one of our chats online before the event. So when Neil said, “Control” and directed me to drop and lick his boots, well, I did it with gusto. I probably would have done it anyway, but made it all that much hotter that I was doing it while commanded to do so. Also, I would have been self-conscious about doing it in front of everyone in the lobby on just my own .

I have licked boots before, sure. And sometimes, it is just fucking hot to do it because the top wants me to. Sure. But there on the floor of the host hotel, in front of all these fucking hot ass men, I was rock hard again, and rubbing my cock against the hard floor. Anyone walking by would have thought I was the most enthusiastic boot licker ever!

After being told to stop that I came up and experienced some orgasms that Neil gave me. So far in the story I left out one of the other suggestions that I was given in our individual session earlier that afternoon. Orgasm.

Neil had given me the hypnotic suggestion that when he grabbed my wrist I would feel a wonderful orgasmic feeling. He did it several times in our session, especially as a reward for our after the blow job I gave him. Now there are two things I need to tell you about Orgasm.

First, it is hard to describe what I felt whenever he grabbed my wrist. First, for me it wasn’t like when you shoot and you have that stuttery and jittery jumble of weird ass faces and sounds. For me it was like that moment just before you shoot, that intense feeling that goes all over your body and you are about ready to just release. So as such I wasn’t shooting when he did this, just a very drawn out version of what is usually only a few seconds before you shoot.

Second, just like having real orgasms I was getting fatigue from it. Now I have had some days when I can get off several times a day. I still get off about 1 to 2 times a day now. There have been times when I have had a free day and decided to just go at a nice long jerk off session of several orgasms. The most I have been able to do in one day is 5, but really after 2 it gets really hard to do.

In our individual session, he must have done it to me at least a dozen times. Likely more. I was losing track. I was having these waves of that orgasmic-just-before-you-shoot moments drawn out over and over, and the more he did it, the more I was having trouble staying hard with my dick. It was getting more and more tired, but my mind was loving it.

So after licking MDW ‘s boots he grabbed my wrist several times and I would just start to buckle as I “came”, over and over again. He would sneak over and hit me with it when I was distracted, or he would blatantly do it so I could see it coming. Each time it was getting more tiring on my dick, but just like a marathon jerk session, it was getting more and more intense and getting me more and more subby, often it would cause my knees to buckle and I would end up a pile of rubbery goo on the floor.

At one point a friend, rubbercub, comes over just after I am reduced to one seuch pile of orgasmic goo on the lobby floor in front of everyone, and I hear him talking to Neil and MDW about the water bottle of piss he just emptied out of his bag. He was walking around in full rubber, complete with a body harness and a full rubber trench coat, and a bag to catch his piss from the cock sheet he was wearing.

MDW , the devil he was, suggested that Sparky needed to drink that piss, so while I am sitting on my knees and humping the air and feeling up his boots, he takes rubbercub’s piss bottle, and begins filling up a cup, then feeding it me. I am not sure if it was just that I am a piss pig, or if it was rubbercub’s, whom I have had a big old crush on since the day I met him, but that was one of the hottest things ever.

Now, to the outside observer my behavior must have been odd. Sure I get subby sometimes, but I never let go like that and make it so public (ok, maybe not NEVER, but it is rare! Sort of). And it was hard not to ask Neil to demonstrate on me every five minutes that had me under his control, so I tried to limit when I asked. Still it was greatly fun when he did, especially when he did Cuffs. He left me standing there with my arms trapped behind my back, nothing really binding them but my mind and his voice, but try as I might I couldn’t break it. I loved it when we showed that to people around the lobby from time to time.

At one point of my favorite little kinksters, Kai, came over to see me, and when he learned how under control I was and what was going on, he got this devil smile on his face. Knowing that at that moment I was on horny ten he began kissing me, biting me all over my face, arms, whatever. Tits pinch, everything. And I was loving it! And if I hadn’t made a spectacle of myself before that moment, I certainly did when he picked me up (that boy is surprisingly strong) and began tickling me while I was perched up on his back. I don’t think there was anyone in the hotel that wasn’t hearing me scream right then. After dropping me down to another pile of goo on the floor, walking away with that evil grin that only Kai can give!

After a few moments the gang I was with decided to wander about, and we found ourselves in a part of the lobby that was obscured by some pipe & drape away from the main floor area. By this time a hot guy I have known for some time that I will call J joined in. Now I have known J for sometime, though he has always connected with (and played with) my hubby more than me, but I have always thought he was hot and loved that he was now a part of the group.

After Neil was grabbing my wrist and sending me into several bouts of Orgasms that left me on the floor again, the boys all started taking turns fucking around me while they played and talked with each other, all the while avoiding the hotel staff that would occasionally wander through. I don’t remember all the sequence of events, but I remember a lot of what happened.

The more subby I was getting, the more I was barking and growling, the inner pup in me coming out. At one point my face was shoved into Bo’s boots, with MDW holding me down with a boot to the back of the neck and back. Soon Bo’s boot came off and his rubber covered foot was shoved in my mouth.

Now, here is where those that really know me may say bullshit. Everyone knows I fucking hate feet. But I was on Horny 10 at that point, and riding the high of what must have been 40 or so Orgasm commands by then, and I had one hand on J’s hot skin boots, my crotch rubbing the ground, and MDW’s boot in my back. I would have done anything they wanted at that point! I don’t know how long I sucked on that boy’s toes, but it seemed like an hour at least to me.

After some time hanging out there, and me in a fucking rucked up mood to do whatever these men wanted to do to me, we went back to Neil and MDW’s room for some more play. When we arrived I remember Neil’s Control suggestion for me to take my clothes off, which I readily did. If you recall from the last one post about this day, that was a big thing for me, but it felt natural and ok to be naked in front of everyone. There was a lot of play from there, with me playing the role of super sub to everyone there (though I do remember a moment when I was ready to mount Bo because he was playing with me and working up the Dom side in me he had seen the night before. He makes me want to do evil things whenever he gives those puppy eyes of his!).

And I finally got to play around with J, which I have been wanting to do, especially see him this weekend because he was just wearing one hot piece of gear after another. I loved chewing on his nips for a long time and sucking on his cock for a long time, all while playing around with Bo as well. MDW and Neil also were playing with them, and me, as well as another surprise guest who came by to sniff MDW’s socks for a while.

But the best of all, not to take away from any of that, was whenever Neil would come over and grab my wrist, which by this time was just becoming torture through pleasure. But I was loving it. Also, he would point out how well I was doing with being open and vulnerable and naked. Truly an awesome moment.

Eventually it was time to head home as it was getting late, and after what seemed like 50 some odd hypno orgasms I was spent. I got dressed and said my goodbyes, running into a new boy I met outside as I made my way to the car (I was staying off site). He must of seen the glow I was on as we chatted, though I remember nothing of what we talked about. I think he must have thought I was nuts.

Still processing all that had happened I drove home, arriving back after 5am, ending a 13 hour adventure.

So, one final note about this whole thing that I feel I need to share. Some people know that I have a few insecurities. I have exposed a few of them here in this post. The first was at the very beginning of this, when I first read Bo’s blog of his hypno experience. I had to work through ideas that this hot man with a unique and very hot talent was ever going to be interested in me, especially when he gets to play with other much hotter boys than me. And there were doubts of if I could do this, if I wanted to do this, if it was going to work, if I would like it, if I would like it too much.

But I am glad I did, and that was due in large part to Neil. I am looking forward to keeping him in my list of friends and staying active with him going forward, but anyone wanting to try this I would highly recommend just contacting him and seeing what it is about. There are only a few Top’s I would give an unequivocal recommendation to, he is one of them.

I hope you have enjoyed me sharing this story with you.


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