Thursday, March 6, 2014

Goalie Gimp

This is where you store goalies when they aren't in use. Rocket likes to spend the night in this cage frequently.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

A Preview from a Recent Weekend With Rocket

Several weeks ago, Rocket and I went and had our first play weekend together both as subs. As strange as it sounds, this has never happened before, as one of us is usually topping the other. 

Here is a nice photo from the weekend (I did not get to try the chair, but I am dying to):

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Fetish Photos

Recently I bought a new camera - I have been putting it to good use taking play photos and videos. Rest assured I have many hundred photos to share. Here is a nice preview to whet the appetite

Is this thing still on?

So yes, I've decided to start blogging again. I had some unexplainable depression for awhile, and that caused me to draw inward a bit, but I'm feeling well again. A lot of the folks who read this blog on a regular basis have been prodding me to get back to it, and finish the story I started, so here we go...

My Kidnapping Part 2

As it turns out, they were asking if I was ready to take a ride in the car. After releasing me from some but not all of the restraints, I was lead back up the somewhat treacherous stairs into the house itself.

There was a bit of a production of trying to cover me up a little bit for modesty (apparently rubber kidnappings in residential areas is a bit of an attention getter in some places -- who knew?). My memory of some of this is a bit fuzzy, but I do distinctly recall it being somewhat comical. It really is quite difficult to put a coat and shoes on someone who is hooded, cuffed, mitted and hobbled.

Once that was done, I was led very carefully back out of the house the way I'd come in. As I was put into the back seat of a car I realized it was not the car I'd arrived in, nor did I recognize the voice of the person that was driving it. It sounds mundane, but it's really quite disconcerting to find yourself suddenly at the mercy of an unknown person. It certainly gets the mind racing.

After a short drive with many turns that seems like it took forever (the mind races when you're driving god knows where and restrained), we came to a halt. Straining to hear the voices outside the car, I realized that Damian and his partner had come along, though I couldn't make out what was being discussed.

Abruptly the car door was opened.

"Ok, we're going to do this fast, do you understand?" said a voice.

As I was helped up from the back seat, I found myself rather unceremoniously being hustled a short distance and through a doorframe (which I only sensed by bumping into it).

"Step up", I did so, "Again", "Again", "Again" and so it went on for what seemed like quite a few steps.

A few twists and turns and I was guided up in through another doorway. As I entered the room, I bumped into something directly ahead just as I heard the door slam behind me and latched ominously.

Finding myself alone with my restraints, I figured I should explore my incarceration as much as a hooded, mitted gimp can manage.

With some trial and error I found that I was in a padded cell that was maybe 2 feet by 3 feet, with plenty of room to stand up. There seemed to be plenty of attachment points built into the cell at regular intervals.

As time dragged on, all I could hear was the whine of the ventilation fan built into the cell, and my steady breathing inside the hood. My mind considered the possibilities, but really could not come up with an explanation for where I was or what was going on.

Finally I wedged myself into the cell with my knees on the door and my butt on the back of the cell and settled in for what could be a very long wait for whatever might be next.

In the next installment I'll reveal the destination and what happened next.