Sunday, June 30, 2024

EROTICA

 I remember when erotica was predominately considered literature intended to arouse the sexual desire.  Now days, erotica is mostly images of porn.


As much as these images and videos stimulates the sense of sight, It is creative writing that stimulates the mind.

It requires time to be considered.  It requires the art of slowing down and taking your time.  It brings the mind into the actual scenario and takes the reader on a journey. 

To read or to write erotica is to live its words and make them cum alive. 

Saturday, June 29, 2024

SATURDAY NIGHT WITH SEXY BEARD

FRIDAY MAY 27, 2022  -  SUNDAY MAY 29, 2022
LINKS: SEXY BEARD
             THE SPANKING BED

FRIDAY MAY 27, 2022

It  began in July 2021.  According to the dates in my Recon messages, we’ve been chatting on and off for almost a year.  The opportunity for us to meet was finally here.

At first there was a little misunderstanding.  I shared previously that I wanted to get some clips to share on my blog.

“I would say I’m interested but I’m not sure what that is……” 

Bingo!

That is where I should have asked what he meant  that he didn’t know what “it” was; opposed to just accepting the statement “I would say I’m interested...” 

There was a follow up with a lot of questions that he had.  

“Why?  You want to record it?”

“You could have your hood on,” I replied.

“What are you going to do with it?” He asked.

There were plenty of other questions.

I felt some disappointment about all the questions after assuming he was already up for it.  
One of my personal policies is that if there is any sign of doubt or concern, I don’t bring the camera at all so I texted back that I wouldn’t bring the camera. 

There were more questions.

I shared with him the link to my blog.

Still more questions.

“What’s the point...”

“Who’s your audience...”

“It reads like a diary.  Was that your intention?”

Then it dawned on me when he mentioned not being familiar with blogs that he didn’t really understand what blogs were or their purpose. 

I, (there goes that word again) assumed he knew what a blog was.  And so I had to check my frustration and attempt to explain more thoroughly. 
After explaining, I apologized for the mix up and not being thorough in my explanation. 
I gave him a day to think about it since I was leaving that next day.

SATURDAY MAY 28, 2022

After I came to the definite conclusion not to bring any recording equipment and that we were going to have a hot time regardless; I received this text:
“Good morning Sir!  We meet tonight and I will surrender.  Please bring your camera!”

6:15 pm Saturday evening

I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and put on my outfit for the evening:
Black ball cap, black shirt, black pants, underneath was my black jockstrap, leather boots and of course my black leather gloves.  I also had my leather jacket on for awhile because this guy loved to see men in their gear.

6:40ish 

There was a knock on the door.
He stood about 6 feet, maybe 6’1’. I know he was taller than me. I am 5’10.”  He was a good looking White guy with salt and pepper hair and the same color goatee. I found myself totally attracted to that sexy beard of his.   I know he had a grayish shirt on but all I was concerned with was getting him naked. 

“Close the door and strip naked,” I said.

“Don’t you want to see what I brought?” He asked.

He has a fetish for guys in leather and so we agreed that he would bring a few leather goods to see what I wanted him in.

He pulled out a pair of leather chaps and boots, and a nice leash and leather collar that I placed around his neck.

He had a bad ass leather vest in which he wanted to see me in it.  I took off my jacket and tried it on.  It fit pretty nice so, I wore his vest for a large potion of our playtime.

As he began to strip he stopped, turned and said, “I put on some weight since the pandemic.  I hope that’s okay.”

Looking down at my belly I chuckled and said, “I’m sure I won’t have any issue with that.”

I walked behind him, taking in his scent, running my nose up the back of his neck.  
Inside his backpack was a leather hood.  I put it on him and walked him to the bed.

“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.”

I gave him a few spanks with my gloved hands.  
To savor the moment, I snapped the perfect moment of his ass perfectly prompted up and ready in the mirror.



I started off spanking him.

Smack!

There was no response.
I spanked him a bit harder.  There was still no response. I spanked him even harder. This time I got a slight moan from him.

Moments like such always makes me think of a performer in concert that is performing what they feel is a great performance and the audience is just in their seats observing.  You never know if they are having a good time or not, until the end of the performance.  They either cheer or jeer.
 
For me, instead of going inside my head to try to find out what's in theirs; I just keep performing until I'm ready for Act II.  That is exactly what I did.
For Act II we moved on to flogging.  I started out with just some light back and forth brushes against the skin and progressed into a more impactful play session.  I got some movement out of him with the flogging.  He shared how much he liked the flogging.  

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Wednesday, June 26, 2024

HOTEL GHETTO

 September 23, 2024
                   Saturday 

When I got to the hotel, I had already made a mental image of what rooms and furniture would serve its purpose.  I got there and tested out which lighting I would use. My unique red lights would do well in the seedy atmosphere. 

I didn't mind the missing TV, which had an empty mount, although it was a little out of pocket. The surrounding part of town was a tad bit sketchy, not to mention the hotel being right next to a loud ass freeway. When I wiped down the surfaces with disinfectant wipes, the color of the wipes, when done, would have left anyone with goosebumps. It was not my usual choice, but it was convenient and cheap.

When pup Scooby arrived, we got right down to business. I ordered him to strip down to his underwear. He didn't cease to surprise nor arouse with his unconventional red lace garter lingerie with the matching red thong that rode beautifully up the booty crack. I spent quite some time doing dirty things to his oral orifice just before bringing out the magic wand. 

The wand worked its magic, sending him moaning and gyrating for more just before his spanking. The spanking itself was brief. Nor was it very intense.

There are many types of spankings. There is spanking to discipline and punishment. There is spanking to send a message. And then there are those sexy spankings that are foreplay for hot sex.  I was using my spanking skills to prepare that hole for some of Daddy. 

A few interruptions of noisy traffic and a couple arguing throughout the night didn't deter us from having a dirty, fun time at Hotel Ghetto.




Tuesday, June 25, 2024

PROCRASTINATE

 Tuesday June 25, 2024
                         7:25pm

It is June 25, 2024.  I logged into my blog THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES to post a new update. 

In my queue was an unpublished post that I started that was dated May 31, 2024.  As a matter of fact the only thing I started writing is “May 31, 2024” and the first word of a paragraph starting with, “It’s.”

I have no idea what so ever took place that day.  But it is what it is.  It will either come back to me or I’ll post something different. 

By the way, my last post on The Masturbation Chronicles was in February.  It is not that I haven’t jerked off since then; Just nothing that really warrants creating a post about.  I’ll occasionally rub one out in the shower for an occasional “tune up.” But to delve into a deep session of self exploration takes privacy and total alone time; something that doesn't happen much anymore unless I’m out of town or get a hotel.  But I do have a good update coming soon. 

But for now I’m figuring what next to start on (and not finish until...

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Friday, June 21, 2024

FACT # 24 THE TWO BEDS

 FACT #24

          THE FUCK BED

Whenever I get a room I usually request one with two beds.  One I call The Spanking Bed and the other I call The Fuck Bed.  

The Spanking bed is where my spanking, flogging and impact play happens.  

The Fuck Bed is where I break out the toys, dildos, beads and of course fucking. It is the bed that I use my black lube resistant sheets on. Also any piss play that may happen is on that bed to protect the spreads.

Both beds serve wonderfully kinky purposes and sometimes the play between impact and play that requires lube, intertwine which can sometimes be mind blowing. 

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

PAIN PIG


          THE SCARS
             PAIN PIG
               
               

Friday June 14, 2024

The meeting with Pain Pig has help me realize that there is more to THE MAKING OF DADDY SCRUFF than discovering and building my persona and image as the moniker. It goes further than the play and experiences that shapes the presence of Daddy Scruff.  This experience has literally challenged and helped me grow in my communication as well as allowing me to go deeper in the understanding of the "why" in certain circumstances. It helped me develop positive ways to deal with subs expressing doubts about play, my abilities to connect and doubts within themselves.

1:38 pm

Just before getting in the car to drive to San Francisco, I sent a text,  "I am getting out much later than I expected. The traffic is a nightmare.  My goal is still to make it by 5 PM.  I will say 5:30 just to play it safe."

"I was going to come straight from work, I am off at 4 PM and I am going to go home," he replied.

This threw me off because I specifically recalled him mentioning that he would rather come straight over from work.

5:16pm

"I made it.  I am in room 705. You can clean your butthole nice and clean, but don’t wash anything else.  If you have, it is not a big issue.  Just make sure nothing else is washed except for your butt hole and brush your teeth." I texted.

He sent me a thumbs up to confirm.

Because I was unsure about his decision to come straight to the hotel from work; I decided to call.

There was a pause.  Then there was a deep sigh.

"Sir," he said with another sigh.

There was yet another pause.

"I don't think I'm coming over."

This account may not be verbatim. I was so shocked I just tried to collect as much of what was going on as possible.

What's going on?

There was another long pause.  

He said, "I knew I was going to feel this way if I went home first."

I figured maybe he was tired and just needed to wind down for a bit. 

Prior to us talking he mentioned that he had been out of playing for quite awhile.  We chatted back and forth on Recon, text, and phone.  I was as explicit and thorough as I could possibly be about my intentions and expectations.  I attempt to make sure every person I play with is confident that I will take good care of them.  I want to make sure they are having as good of a time as I am.

Sometimes I may go a bit overboard with messaging and explanations about how I play.  But I do that because I genuinely want them to feel safe when they come through the door.  Actually before they step through the threshold of the room. 

There have been subs that have been turned off by that.  Some prefer more of a sense of danger.  Some like a more aggressive and "In your face" approach And that is fine.  My solution: Go to those Doms that will give you that "no questions asked" approach.  That's not me. 

"I'm very sorry.  I don't want to be one of those flakes but I just don't know..."

"I had a lot planned for us.  I spent a great deal of time and money on this trip and hotel," I said as calmly as possible. 

I hate to sound like one of those jerks that feel entitled to getting a piece because they spend money on their dates.  No means no and I respect that.  But to not even attempt to come over and have a discussion or anything is more than disappointing. 

It was more than the money for the room.  It was more than the sex and more than the two hour drive into the city.  It was a mixture of all of that and being denied the opportunity to earn that person's trust and connection whether we played or not.

I'm not going to lie I was upset and a little pissed. But more than that, I was; the only word I can think of is deflated.  Like someone let all of the air out of me.
 

"We spent about 20 minutes on the phone getting a feel of what his concerns were.  I really wanted the opportunity to earn his trust and show him my form of play.  However if there was one thing I was not going to do is attempt to convince him to do anything.  I wasn't even going to try to convince him that he could trust me.

"So what are you looking for?

 Talking to him, he mentioned that as a sub it has never been about his pleasure and that the mutual satisfaction thing was foreign to him.  He was also used to being told what to do and given specific instructions.  He also mentioned that the pain aspect was prevalent in his process of serving.

"I can do that." I replied.

He basically needed affirmation that I was going to be an assertive and firm Dom.  He didn't need the intensity to even level up to how he usually plays as long as there was a prominent Dominant presence in the Top.

There are aspects of domination and humiliation that reduces the sub to being the sole object of the Dom's pleasure.  It is a conditioning that often includes name calling, belittling and treating the sub as nothing more than the Dom's property.  This practice often programs the sub into not only accepting this way of play, but it can program them to expect nothing other than this level.

This programing is great for many D/s encounters.  It can be quite problematic for those who are more on the nurturing side.

To make a long story short, he did decide to come over after our conversation.

I knew he felt the need to be given orders what to do so I gave him explicit directions what to do when he got to the hotel.  Actually the protocol was no different from what I usually expect my subs to do when they get to the place of play, with variations depending on my mood.

7:35pm

Pain Pig entered the room.

He did as instructed.  He stripped down to his underwear, put on the knee pads and collar with the leash attached.  From the various choices of sight depravation, he chose the famous black and red hood seen in many of my videos.  He then got on his knees and waited. 
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Friday, June 14, 2024

HAVE A NICE WEEKEND

Friday June 14, 2024

Well I will be posting something pretty soon. I will be meeting up with someone from Recon tonight and tomorrow. So I should have something juicy to spill. Literally. Have a nice weekend.

Monday, June 10, 2024

DEAR MR M.

 June 10, 2024
          Monday            
          5:50PM



Dear Gary M,

You have no idea, NO FUCKING IDEA how much I needed to hear those words.  Maybe you do know a bit too well that need. Whatever the case, I want you to know how much I fucking appreciate the hell out of you.

If we were to walk past each other on the sidewalk, I would probably greet you with a friendly "hello," and keep on about my day not even knowing that you are the man that made my fucking day with your encouragement.

All I can say is thank you and I appreciate you. 

Thank you for bringing sunshine to my cloudy day.

Again

Thank you.


Mark.

LIFE

Being the youngest of the family and being the youngest of my friends (at least most of them) is becoming more heartbreaking as I get older. 

Sometimes, I see their aging process and vulnerability, which makes me sad. It makes me look at my aging process and increasing vulnerabilities. 

Ironically when I was younger I often looked forward to my golden years. I admired (and still do ) those wiser and those who have experiences that they love to share with others.  Maybe some of my love for sharing my experiences, whether they involve my kink journey or life in general, derives from the inspiration of my more seasoned peers as they share their experiences.

In my twenties and thirties, I had a difficult time relating to those in my same age bracket. It just didn't fit me. Now that I am currently fifty four, I can relate to people my age. However I have grandfathered in,(no pun intended) a dynamic where most of my associates are at least ten, fifteen, sometimes twenty or more years older than me.

When I met my husband I was thirty two and he was fifty one. It didn't seem like a big gap at the time. And for us it still isn't. But time is definitely starting to limit certain things we can do and certain places we can go and everything going on with my dad just have me in a melancholy place. 

It doesn't last very long. It comes and goes. But it is in no doubt, there.

Tuesday, June 4, 2024

STAND UP TO HIM

 Other than my post DADDY ISSUES POSSIBLY and HISTORY, I really haven't talked much about my dad.  

Back in September of last year I wrote a post, THE EXODUS Stating that my dad has taken ill.  Well, since then my dad barely walks.  He has fallen in the tub and the lady friend he lives with had to call my sister to get him to agree for help from the paramedics. 

Needless to say he is a stubborn old goat.  He gives her shit that is too much for her.  The only way that any sense can be knocked into him possibly, and I stress possibly, is if my sister talks to him.  Dad has left her in charge of his affairs when the need comes.  Although they are two peas in a pod, that dynamic can leave them at a standoff.

Get two alpha big dogs in a room and there is either going to be a serious throw down or absolutely nothing will get done because no one will budge. 

That is where the wandering kid chasing butterflies comes in.  

I have always been considered the quiet one.  The slightly off centered member doing his own thing. Not confrontational what so ever. The one that used to be somewhat of a push over, not because I was afraid of those who would take advantage of my nature, but because I really did hate to have to step on anyone's toes.  Often I was the one that would take many offenses to avoid offending.

My dad and I never had many heart to heart chats when I was growing up. Honestly we both sort of ran from them. But there are some key moments that sticks with me to this day.

My dad used to tell me whenever he knew I was mad at him but wouldn't express it, "One day you are going to have to stand up to me." 

This was a theme I heard a few times as a kid and more frequent as a teen. 

Needless to say, although I have pointed it out before, I have always been intimidated by my father.  I love him very much and I know he loves me but there were places I dared not to go with him even up to, well, yesterday.

The lady friend gave me a call and basically let me know she cannot do it by herself and needs help and my dad being stubborn is not making the situation any better. 

I called my sister to let her know the conversation we had.  We both agreed that it is time for him to get a caregiver.  My sister agreed to look into various benefits for veterans that would help out with such needs and I would be the one to talk to him about it.  I not only agreed but I suggested being the one to talk to him. 

My sister does a lot to help my dad.  She is very savvy with documentation, finding various resources and so on.  But having her do all the foot work and be the villain would not be fair.  And besides, I want to do this.  I need to do this.


When my dad told me in my youth, "Someday you will have to stand up to me," I often wondered what he meant. 

I often wondered if it was a challenge.  I often wondered if it was just an intimidation tactic to keep me in line.  I often wondered if he knew I was gay and waiting for me to have the guts to come out to him.  (By the way, he told me in one of our heart to hearts as a teen that one of the three of my friends were going to be gay if not all of them including me.) That shocked the living piss out of me.  But I never prepared myself for a totally different option.  The day I would have to tell my dad, "This is what is going to happen and no, you don't have a choice. Yes I know you are upset.  But this is what is going to happen."


Sunday, June 2, 2024

FAKE SUBS

     June 2, 2024
             Sunday
 about 7:00AM
        


Well, this is how my first hour, this morning went:

I woke up.  I performed my usual morning activities and then I went online to Recon to check my messages. 

There was an interesting exchange from a guy that I've been chatting with for about two months.  This is how it went.

"How's Daddy?"

"I'm well and yourself," I replied.

"I'm doing well DADDY."

He continued, "How's Daddy's Whiskers?"

"Hahaha! Actually they may be coming off soon.  It's time for a change," I replied.

"No worries. GO GIRL PRIDE...just won't be interested."

"True story," he continued, "Again no interest."

"GO GIRL PRIDE? I'm not sure what that means,"I said. 

"Okay. Gotcha! So you're not interested because of me not having a beard?

Bye."

I have mentioned this before in various circles about these "submissives." 

Don't call yourself submissive if you're not submissive.  Don't call yourself submissive if you have an agenda of what your Dom is going to be for you.  Just call yourself a horny ass bottom. 

Don't get it twisted.  There is nothing wrong with being a horny ass bottom.  I love a horny ass bottom.  But what I don't get into are bottoms that identify as submissive but really aren't.  The energy is not there.  The energy is fake.

Now, this person totally misgendered me; talking about "Go Girl Pride" Whatever the hell that means.
But wait for the punchline...

*Pause for the build of suspense*

The person who sent this message is clean shaven himself!  Not only is he clean shaven but he has one picture, One Damn Picture on his entire profile and the picture's resolution is so small that you can barely make out what he looks like. 

There is no making this shit up!

Yes. But getting back to fake ass subs:

It is not a good look to act the part of being submissive on specific conditions on what the Top is supposed to look like, how he is supposed to act, what kind of clothes he's supposed to wear.  

I am not your Build-A-Dom. 

If I want to be in my PJs with not a hair on my body, that is what I'm going to do.  And anyone who doesn't like it is not obligated to play.  But don't waste my time with all this "Yes Sir, No Sir" bullshit when you don't mean it.

Another public service announcement 


Saturday, June 1, 2024

FACT #23

Fact # 23

I hardly ever play a record, cd, or any collective album from start to finish.  I usually pick a few random songs that play in rotation before finding another song on that album to discover.  I have CD's I've had for years with songs I'm just discovering.  It's like finding an unknown treasure.


There are only three albums I've ever played from beginning to end:


Thriller - Michael Jackson
1999 - Prince

And just recently last year,
Tapestry - Carole King

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