Lets not forget the all important little things. Water based lubricant, tissues, condoms, waste bins, anti bacterial wipes, antiseptic swabs, pumps for the vac beds; if there is anything I have forgotten please let me know! I joined the Defenders Leather Levi Club a few months later and attended my first leather “run” or event. It was held in, of all places, Richmond, Virginia – the former capital of the Confederacy. During the first evening at that event there was a “slave auction” as an AIDS fund raiser and I ended up “buying” the most handsome of all the slaves. I called that my “baptism of fire.” With the doors of the Leather Community wide open before me, I began to search for my soul. Where exactly do I belong in this world of wild sex, ropes and chains, domination and submission? My shyness at the Eagle disappeared the day I wore my first leather vest with a badge as “pledge” of the Defenders. The self-confidence emerged high and I no longer was afraid of reaching out to people at the bar. My journey began as a child. I was born and raised in a small town in the heart of the Island of Puerto Rico right in the middle of the 20th century. There was no Internet and you could not find anything on any alternative lifestyles in books, dictionaries or encyclopedias available to a child growing up in the 50s and 60s.

However, the inevitable of Jordan Draper’s life was that the flaws in his character would forever outweigh his virtues, and, consequentially, he would never achieve his natural potential. Jordan had no idea what was planned for the fair, but hoped he would at least be allowed to wear clothes. Meanwhile today, it was just a relief to have some cover albeit only his tiny blue speedos. It was then that all three of Jordan’s new tormentor’s produced a selection of old wooden paddles, both fraternity paddles with greek letters or old fashioned domestic paddles with quaint phrases on them. Other specialized fetish gear and equipment is also available upon request. Additional equipment rental fees may apply) This is an especially versatile piece of kit from my own design and again manufactured by ‘Fetters’. It can be used as a bondage table and has points for securing both straps and ropes and the strategic cut outs on the table allow access to all the interesting bits. This subtle feature also means your victim can be secured face up or face down and there is still no escape! But that is not all, within 15 seconds the board can be upright allowing your subject to be spread eagled ala a St Georges Cross.

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However, at that moment, Jordan was free from the myriad discomforts which had recently plagued his life. The Ranger, his new guardian, had agreed he could have a morning free from chores and had dropped him off at the old swimming pool at the edge of town “You can relax today” he had said “Tomorrow you have an important role to play at the local charity fair!” Dominating the room is the Fetters supplied multi way suspension frame. Fitted with a manual winch it allows the raising of any size individual easily by the smallest of partners. Horizontally, vertically or even upside down. A wide range of suitable equipment for the rigging is of course also on hand. In the medical room – where, to be honest, not much was going on, apart from the odd medical dummy getting a good feeling up – I meet US-based professional dominatrix Mistress Dee.

Just three years later, I was deeply involved in obtaining SigMa’s first clubhouse or dungeon. To make this happen, I signed the lease myself and used my real legal name. This was one of the first activities that in one sense began to pull me out of the closet. I registered to attend the event with my then boy bobby. The curriculum of classes was fascinating. In particular there was a class that caught my attention: “Multiple Relationships.” That class was key to the whole event. Since my twenties, I knew I was not a person to be monogamous. And having more than one boy, it will be like a family. With all that flogging go on, it’s good to see TG are prepared for every eventuality. Then I spot his assless chaps.Many similar establishments provide the large items of bondage furniture and then are sparse on all the smaller bits of kit. Here at EMDH you will be like children in a sweet shop! Here is a brief overview of the toys at your disposal. I searched and found the people from Atlanta, Master Roger Curtman and his slave bill. They encouraged me to start a chapter in Washington, DC. I was not sure that I was ready but I knew that we needed a way to learn. And talking with Master Roger, I realized that he was putting together an event and that it was going to be a first, although I did not know it at the time. He was bringing the International Master/slave Contest to Atlanta but as its own event and not as part of another event as it had been since its beginning in 1992. It was going to take place March 19-21, 1999. I remember attending that contest in 1996 as part of the South East Leather Fest (SELF). I had fun at that time and discovered the Sanctuary, the great dungeon from Master Doug Harris, but I did not learn much since there was no education, just a nice party. As with so many of the individuals here, she is impressive to behold; impressively free, like a rare bird tired of its cage. During the 90s a Latino friend of mine started producing what he called “Dungeon Dances.” These were kinky dances where leather folks would go to dance and to play at the same time. I loved to go there because of the play not the dancing. It also gave me an opportunity to reach out to young men interested in BDSM and leather but who would not set foot inside the Eagle. I have always liked reaching out to the new generation, not only because I am attracted to younger men (Remember Batman and Robin), but because it gives me a venue to teach others what I did not have the chance to learn when I was in my twenties.

I am very proud of my collection of hoods, from lightweight non restrictive to seriously intense heavy rubber. Gas masks, inflatable, system hoods, doll faces, real leather, pony to name but a fewHaving a 24/7 dungeon by the spring of 1997 was just awesome. I felt I was on the top of my game and my journey into the kinky BDSM world went full speed. Still when participating in public events like Gay Pride or marches, I always wore a hat, trying to conceal my identity from TV news cameras. Still tied up and duct tape gagged, he had been hing fron the ceiling by his blue speedos, in an uncomfortable and embarrassing wedgie. Adding to his humiliation a white surrender flag protruded from between his two now red and bad badly bruised and bitten butt cheeks, having been inserted deep into his ant bitten anus.

My active participation in both the Defenders and SigMa made me more visible within the leather community. My active involvement with the SigMa Dungeon helped to develop my leadership within the community. I became the newsletter editor and secretary of SigMa. Meanwhile, I was the Road Captain and eventually, Vice President of the Defenders. When Jordan objected, a further strip of tape was placed over his mouth, effectively silencing him.You are fully catered for here as CP is one of my favourites, from small and sensual teasing floggers to vicious single tails whips and all points in between When I embraced the leather community, I was not sure how much of my time I could dedicate to it. It did not take long for me to realize that at 42, I had a lot of catching up to do. I began the process of abandoning much of the vanilla world and activities, and unfortunately even friends, as I embraced my leather heart and spirit more and more. In fact, my angry, middle-aged father would’ve probably fitted in with his penchant for ‘the slipper’ whenever me and my sister stepped out of line. At first he did not recognise them, but they certainly recognized him “Hi Jordan!” sniggered Dewey Rees a small built guy in baggy red swimming shorts “Aren’t you supposed to be bare assed? I head you burnt your asshole!”