I am Sir Brian, professional and lifestyle Dominant in Philadelphia, PA. Welcome to Wicket Wanderlust II, where you can find sessions stories, video previews, community information, and insight into the world of BDSM. This blog and connected site are 18+ only, kinky, LGBTQ-friendly, sex-positive and probably non-vegan. Experience service at BrianOfthelost.com
Between the events and meets I have been going to, I've had little time to update this blog, but it's time!
As usual this month, I have been going to Asylum 13, the Aviary (both the munch and the play party), and My usual Suspension Night on third Fridays. Remember that if you want to come meet Me at an event, a full schedule of them can be found on My website, on the Upcoming Events page.
The Aviary was particularly fun. I shaved My boy Stitch's head down and then watched him get his first needles by Goddess Thain. I am so happy to see that he is getting more involved in the community, and am proud of all the steps he has been taking recently. I also got a chance to do some needle play Myself on Leggatt, who can handle some extremely brutal pain. The result (twelve 18G needles stacked) is the picture above.
For those of you who follow My Facebook or Twitter, you have already seen many of the things that have happened this month. A pig was planning to set up a session with Me, but after checking with friends in the medical profession, he had to reschedule. He felt pretty bad about not being able to come and having taken up a couple of hours of My time planning, and as a gift of apology, he sent Me two gift. I am now the proud owner of a new Birdcage device, as well as a pound of Lapsang Souchong. The latter is a fine smoked tea from the Fujian province, and absolutely delicious. After having left London, I thought I would not really have a chance to drink any quality Lapsang, but this good pig spotted the bag listed on My Wishlist and sent it to Me. He did very well, and is welcome to contact Me to arrange for his session once he fully recovers. And the chastity device is wondrous, as I do tend to know some very well-endowed boys who do not fit in My CB-6000.
I have also come into contact with David Barton-Jay, kinkster and author of the beautiful book "The Enema as an Erotic Art and Its History." Mr. Barton-Jay kindly gifted Me a copy of his wonderful work, and I have been reading it intently. The book is truly beautiful and detailed, full of exciting stories, informative facts, and fine pictures detailing enemas as a practice throughout history. I highly recommend this volume to all fans of erotic enemas. There are less than seventy five copies of its third and final printing remaining, and so I strongly suggest you get one before it disappears completely. You will not be disappointed. In fact, I was reading it earlier, and Stitch took a very sexy picture of Me doing so. I found it a fitting thank you to the author, as well as a sexy hello to you, reader.
Other things have also happened, but this entry was to remind you of My upcoming classes. And so, here are said friendly reminders!
This Friday (September 27th) at 7 PM I will be teaching a spanking class. Curious about spanking? Come to this great intro class at the Kink Shoppe (126 Market Street) which will cover all of your basics, as well as some paddling. Are you an aspiring spanking Top? Bring your bottom and follow along! Are you a bottom that is curious about spanking? Stay to see how a properly spanked rear should look and feel! It is highly recommended you bring a partner to this class if you'd like to get some spanking practice in. I will be presenting with Mathamatic as My demo bottom, but will also have Katts and Cherry as "stunt asses" for anyone wanting to practice directly on a rear end, should they not have brought one with them. Both of these individuals are skilled spankees, and have kindly volunteered their time to make sure everyone gets some spanking in. What's that you say? You want to get spanked but do not wish to pair up with another workshop attendee? I will also be available to spank anyone coming, after class. You can get your tickets here, and you can let us know if you are coming through either Facebook or FetLife.
The following morning, Saturday September 28th, I will be at the Philadelphia Slut Walk. I am a fierce proponent of consent, and despise the rape and slut shaming culture of the times. If you strongly agree with these sentiments, I recommend you join Me at 11 AM in LOVE Park.
Finally, My most popular classes are back! Rope 101 and Rope 201 will be held on Friday October 25th and Sunday October 27th, respectively. Mark your calendars, and use the links on My Upcoming Events page to read more about them and purchase your tickets early. These two events are also listed on Facebook and FetLife, so hit them up if you are coming.
Tonight, I will be at the Bike Stop for a Philadelphians MC meeting, and tomorrow is a long day of shooting new Clips4Sale with the sexiest twink alive, Katts. Expect to see some flogging, spanking, and all of the sexy. If you are already a customer of My C4S studio, I will be sending you a personalized update log as soon as updates are ready!
PS: It looks like I may be getting a new computer soon, which means a drastic improvement on updates, especially photography, C4S, and blog. Hooray!
PPS: Oh, I almost forgot. I updated My specials for Autumn! Your first hour of needle play with Me at the dungeon can be reduced to $150 all the way through December 20th! Also, if you wish for a spanking, I have extended My out-call special as well: one hour spanking out-calls are available at the very reduced rate of $100! Hooray for red asses!
The heat has been awful, ne? I've been keeping cool and out of the sun by mercilessly beating a new arrival to kink and to My own inner circle, Stitch. He is quite fun, I must confess. Such masochism! Such range! It makes My sadistic little black heart smile. And he wrote Me a review:
Sir Brian is one of those rare people who brings His craft to the level of art. He is a professional in every sense of the word, from his spoken word to the deliberate manner in which He will set His implements on the table while you await the fate He has in store for you. Prior to meeting Sir Brian, I had only engaged in casual exploration of BDSM, but Sir Brian patiently and expertly introduced me to the many sensory experiences that were awaiting me in His world. He is true to His word: He will respect your limits and tolerances, while expertly pushing the boundary just far enough to make each experience unforgettable. In His skilled hands, you will feel dualities of emotion beyond what you thought possible: agony and ecstasy, pain and pleasure, fear and comfort,all enveloped in a euphoria that will overtake your body in new and unexpected ways. I hesitated for some time before initiating my first scene with Him, and it is those lost hours due to my own fear and vacillating that comprise my only regret.
Isn't that nice? Somebody earned themselves more savage beatings!
Apologies to those of you who have been worried. My life has gone completely upside down in the past week or so.
I pondered how to write something that would be clear, concise, and express exactly what I feel while protecting Me and Mine. I have not come up with a proper way of doing so.
In the past week, I have been physically assaulted as well as extorted for over $1700 by My psychotic ex-roommate. Now, fairly, I did owe him some $850. However, the OTHER $850 come from the inability of this individual to take no for an answer.
I admit it, I stuck My dick in crazy. Funny, isn't it? I champion not sticking your dick in psychos, yet that is exactly what I did. And when I told psycho that I was not interested in him in a romantic sense, that's when shit started going down.
It all started with a phone call last Saturday, when attending a private event. Truly, the discomfort had started earlier in the week, but that's when I was faced with an ultimatum. One that I was fine with, but that forced Me to put a deadline down on monies owed. I was confident that I could come to an agreement with this crazy motherfucker. Turns out that when things got physical between us and he threatened My livelihood, as well as the life of one of My play partners and My One, I knew I had to leave, even if I didn't have an immediate place to go.
And that´s what I did. The entire situation was not only becoming psychologically and physically dangerous, but was simply getting worse by the second. I left without knowing where I would sleep that night. So right now, I am in an extremely twisted situation. I am still taking sessions, although not same-day appointments until further notice. Additionally, I will not be updating this blog or My profiles much in the next couple of weeks, perhaps even a month. I have given My website an update, including the events I will be attending, as well as My seasonal specials, but that will likely be how it remains for the rest of the month.
I will be doing bondage demos all day on July 6th, during Old City District's Inside Out. Come enjoy yourself throughout the day, and then join Me at 4:30 PM for a mini workshop: Bedroom Rope: Bondage for Sex. I will also be be joined by Echo, of EchosFire.com, who will be doing fire massage demonstrations. He will also be running his own workshop, "Art of the Fire Massage" at 7 PM.
Be sure to stop by and make Me smile, I need it.
Here are a few pointers to close things off:
1.) Don't stick your dick in crazy, much less codependent, drug-addicted crazy.
2.) When offered things of any sort, refuse them. Before you know it, you're running a tab you were unaware of.
3.) Don't stick your dick in crazy.
4.) Remember Micah 7:5 - Trust ye not in a friend, put ye not confidence in a guide: keep the doors of thy mouth from her that lieth in thy bosom.
5.) Don't stick your dick in crazy.
6.) Never forget when your loved ones are threatened. When they are, keep that close to your heart, even if your vengeance takes years to exact. Nobody touches what is Mine and gets away with it. Not for long, anyway. Tee hee!
7.) Don´t stick your dick in crazy.
8.) When the person you live with calls you an amoral sociopathic heathen, it's time to go. If they've told you that they are sending friends to drive-by your home every hour, you are too late.
9.) Don't stick your dick in crazy!!
And because no post is complete without at least a pretty picture, here is one of a recent Asylum 13. The handsome young man on the right is Echo, in fact. As of late, he's been coming to events with Me and offering his service (since I'm usually running around like a headless chicken). If you see us out together, be sure to chat him up about his excellent fire massage services! Seriously, the fellow is talented.
PS: Regarding My situation, anyone who asks Me face to face will be provided with full description and stats if they wish, to avoid the crazy fucker I just left. Trust Me, it's way easier to fall for his bullshit than you'd think. I'm the second person he's done this to in the past couple months. The first had to file a police report, and from what I understand, still does not have her property back.
So guess who had a very successful rope class? That's right, I did! Thanks to all who attended. I will definitely now do a 202 class for those who attended and those wishing to learn techniques above elementary rope. Here are a couple of pictures:
As My demo, I used the lovely and lithe Katts who was a wonderful sport, even when I teased him a bit. He did very good, and I am quite proud of him. We also discussed video work together and both him and his girlfriend seemed game, so keep your eye out for some hot clips featuring a lot of beating mixed with a good bit of this:
I'm such a horrible tease. And I'm going to fuck that beautiful skinny straight boy up. Look, doesn't My collar already look perfect on him?
By the way, if you've not gone either to the First Friday demo or the rope class, you are missing out. In fact, since Kink Shoppe is not too far from Me, I'm often there just hanging out and playing with Myself a good deal. I mean, BY Myself, excuse Me. In fact, I recently did a little compilation on YouTube of different people's Vine videos which I found and put together.
As you can see, you've been missing a lot of things.
Just last night, I went to the Bike Stop, where a gentleman was celebrating his 31st birthday. Because I always have My toys with Me when I go out, I gave him a sound birthday beating. However, I went past thirty-one, because the little painslut was really loving it. After 45, I realized that another few hits might have been more than he bargained for in the morning, so I did stop. I did have a great amount of fun though, and was complimented by a few nice gentlemen on My lovely form.
It did remind Me of something that I have mentioned repeatedly, although most FetLifers know this already: if I have not felt it first, I do not dish it. I will always bottom at least once to what I top with.
In fact, on very rare occasions, when things aren't going very well for Me in the great turmoil that is My brainmeats, I will seek peace and quietude by taking pain, usually in an unusual situation or setting. This is exactly what I did on Thursday at Asylum 13, when I suspended Myself upside down and blindfolded, and let Gabriel Drax, organizer and grand pasha of flogging, beat Me with his particularly nasty dragontail. The results, as can be seen on the left, were harsh (at least for Me, who does not enjoy pain per se). But what was nice was the bit of mental peace that followed. See? This is exactly what happens when you don't follow Me around: I get half naked and writhe about like sandtrout, and you have no clue until it's too late. Oh well.
So what has My brainmeats in turmoil? A couple things. First, the computer I have been using since My own computer exploded is going back to its rightful owner. I have been using it for four months now, and it has served Me very well, but all good things must come to an end.
I do own two other computers, so I will still be posting, booking sessions, and making Myself available regularly to answer questions and fill the internet with My babble, but that is not the issue:
In short, it looks like My fetish pornography empire is not going to be as prolific as I thought. It's always one step forward and two steps back. I'm getting really fucking sick of all this bullshit which interrupts My groove.
Let's also add to that issue the fact that some pretty pernicious rumors have been started about Me, which are causing Me strife and calling My morality and motives in question. So I'll speak to two people right now publicly:
To Individual Number One: If someone claims I said something, the correct action to do is to directly come to Me an confront Me like an adult. I have no interest in lying to anyone, as that take away from My well-known neutrality. It's what I have based My entire reputation on, so trust, it's not going to shift any time soon. Also, I have quite the way with words, and those who have taken even five minutes of their lives to know Me can easily distinguish things I say from things others claim I say. I also have no interest in shitting where I eat, by the way.
This next bit is to Individual Number Two, and had no bearing on what I said to Number One: If you decide that you are going to be a negative force trying to destroy Me (either because you do not like Me or are jealous of Me), be assured that I will find you. And I will ruin every bit of your life. Your very name will be a synonym for distrust, unfaithfulness, and damage; and I will make it My personal pleasure to make sure that your very existence as an agent of anything good is destroyed, even across oceans. And if you don't think that can happen, try Me, bitch.
Yelan abo taareesak to a good portion of the scene, by the way. Before speaking, be sure that My eyes and ears are not around. It's the least you can do before digging your own grave.
I had a lovely chat with Goddess Cleo earlier today, and while I stated I did not wish to return to England just yet, I'm now really considering it: I miss London a great deal. Now that was a place where people were honest and upfront, and where social standing was based purely on skill and knowledge, not who you rub elbows with or gossip about.
Now if you will excuse Me, I have a party to get ready for and attend.
So the laptop is going through it's last few days. My One got a great deal on a brand new Acer, but it didn't agree with our install of Windows 8 (according to the interwebs, the issue was one of those one in an million deal, so of course the Universe wants Me to have the experience). Reverting back to Windows 7 terrified the poor piece of hardware, and it completely forgot it's wifi drivers. My One in the process of trying to get it back in working order, while the old computer threatens to bring down Armageddon upon our home. However, I am finally accessing a computer and doing all the things I have been neglecting.
I have done some major updating to My website and pages, adjusting and clarifying information. Hopefully, in a few days, I will be back on track with a computer that connects to the internet and doesn't trigger nuclear fallout. Meanwhile, here are some news, as well as some paragraphs addressing a lot of questions that I have received lately:
I recently had two wonderful evenings at The Bike Stop, Philadelphia's only gay leather bar. My first evening was an absolute delight, spent with a gentleman we will call Nast. Nast has been a good gentleman and friend, and he came down to Philadelphia from upstate New York for a temporary exhibit he missed back home. We has some very stimulating conversation, and as usual, when you leave Me too long with My toys, I got a bit publicly bondagy. For some reason, I don't think he minded... I know I didn't!
Then, just this Saturday, I stopped in for the Liberty Bears social and Excelsior NYC night. The place was packed, and I met a whole bunch of fascinating wonderful people. I also got to smack a couple of cute boys around, so I'm not complaining. :-) The evening was finished off at the Broad Street Diner with pup Wolfy and boy Josh, where we unexpectedly ran into MORE kinksters! I was pretty surprised. Kink is taking over Philadelphia!
I mention this because so many people have said they were never sure how to approach Me through phone or e-mail. This is one of the main reasons that I am out and about at so many events and places around town: it's a fantastic way to meet Me and ask Me any questions you may have. Pick My brain! As long as you are generally polite, I can always talk! In fact, let Me remind you of My regular public availability:
Every Thursday, I am at Asylum 13, Delaware's only kinky industrial night (quite frankly, I don't know of any other local kinky industrial nights, so it's pretty fucking special!). I am usually found in the middle of the dance floor, rigging up beautiful half-naked beauties through the air (the photo above is of Arwen, our gorgeous regular flyer!). Since this is My big rope night, I do not have vast amounts of social time or time to play, however, if you catch Me between flights, I always have a few minutes to talk. And you never know if I have time for... anything else, so give it a go! If you enjoy interesting haircuts, wild industrial and metal, and sexy kinky fun, this is definitely the place for you! And only twenty minutes from Philly, so definitely worth it! Mojo 13 is located at 1706 Philadelphia Pike in Wilmington, Delaware (19809), and the night goes from 9 PM to 1 AM, and it's some of the best drink specials in the area as well!
Every second Saturday of the month, I am at The Aviary, Philadelphia's best public BDSM play party! Once a month, kinksters take over the Arts Garage (1533 Ridge Ave, Philadelphia, PA 19130) for some ontological deconstruction. This is a relaxed and fun event, focused on socializing and playing as opposed to dancing and music. Both upstairs rooms are filled with kinky furniture to appease every fantasy! Come as you are or dress in your finest leather, The Aviary is extremely friendly, the chilled out atmosphere being perfect for the newcomer. The cover is $20 per person. I do work a short early shift as Dungeon Monitor and I do tend to run around quite a bit during this time, but as soon as I am done, I am ready to play (and usually have at least one brief scene)! Not sure if you'd like to see Me or just want to talk? Just approach Me!
Please remember that these are public social events, and as such, are not sex-positive. They are also not hook-up clubs full of loose-moraled people just waiting to spank you and fuck you. I have had no problem throwing out individuals from public events before, and I have no problem doing it again if I deem that you have come with nefarious intentions.
If you wish to reserve some time specifically for guaranteed public play with Me, I suggest you let Me know at least a few days in advance. You will be expected to attend the party and serve Me in a submissive capacity for the evening (fetch Me drinks, carry My supplies, give Me a massage should I need it, etc.). Serving Me is not a hard task, and if I am pleased with your service, I will reward you with a scene within your interests. A great way to get your feet wet!
I'd like to make note of something that happened at Asylum 13. I am known for My dry, barren humor and My very unfazed attitude. However, last Thursday, I was very impressed when a very good looking young man approached Me for a chat. Although he has a name he prefers, until he confirms it with Me, I shall call him Eru. As it turns out, we seemed to have similar interests on the sadist/masochist scale of things. We decided to maybe try a little play: I always like beating cute boys! Because I was rigging all night and (as I said before) had little time to play, we delayed everything to the very end of the night. My friends, the next 20 minutes I spend beating the living Hell out of his were positively magical. It is a rare thing when a masochist tires Me out or surprises Me. I don't consider Myself king of all Sadists, but I'm not a stranger to My partners hitting "Yellow," and quite frankly, I know most of My partners' limits. I was amazed to see that Eru did not seem to have many, when it came to pain. The picture you see to your right is his back after some 20 minutes of crop and dressage whip. And My arm was a little tired. A brave boy. I was proud of him, even though we had only met less than a couple of hours before. Good pain sluts do gain respect with Me. After our scene, we had a brief chat. As it turns out, Eru is an ex-kinkster trying to get back into the lifestyle, and also an ex-pornstar. And he's looking to return to erotic films from the kink point of view. We are in early stages of discussion, but be sure to keep an eye out! It seems Eru may be joining Me on some hot clips for My Clips4Sale studio (which I have been delaying the opening to for a while, I realize... get over yourself and wait)!
While on the subject, I'd like to remind all potential visitors and fans that I am constantly looking for new faces and hot new sessions for My budding media empire (videos, erotic photos, and artistic shots). If you find that My demanded tribute is steep, I do urge you to consider asking Me about participating in My videos. If you assist Me, I will happily lower or even waive My demands. Not model material but still want to play? Still finding it a struggle? I am not only looking for subs, you know! Do you have a sexy location I can use? Are you a photographer or videographer looking for some experience and a close up intimate look at BDSM? You can still serve a purpose! So contact Me, and I am sure we will find some mutually beneficial agreement...
I would also like to remind potential visitors that My tribute tends to drop if you do some of My shopping for Me. Collected tributes go to the upkeep of My wardrobe, the maintenance of My dungeon space, and the fresh stock of My toys and supplies. However, running around and setting apart the time for the items that I need is a boring and tedious task for Me, and I would rather be doing 10,000 other things. So how can you simplify My life, and in doing so enrich your own? Take a look at My Amazon Wishlist. On it are tons of items that I have My eye on. Surely, some of them are simply vanity things that would please Me greatly, but if you sort them by priority, you will find that there are some items that I need, stat. Getting some of those items for Me would please Me immensely, and would likely have Me look favorably upon you. The lucky sub who brings Me or sends Me both the COLT and the Trinity Vibes anal training sets (a total of six plugs) might not only be rewarded by getting to break them in, but will find that My demands for their tribute have been generously halved for their session! That seems to be a fine arrangement, don't you agree?
A note about third-party involvements during sessions: a few of the requests I receive may benefit involvement from a third, actively sexual party. Personally, I prefer My sessions to not be split that way, but it is sometimes the best way to go! I know a sissy fag cocksucker or two who are ready to graduate from practice cock to the real man-meat. They might have been champions at sucking and getting fucked by Big Red, one of the popular strap-ons of the Chamber a couple times. Should I feel satisfied that their bedside skill will not be an embarrassment (only the best behaved and diligent boys get the privilege of servicing My friends), I may consider putting them to the test. However, I'm sure that My horny friends have better to do than to get sucked off by an amateur, and I like to keep My perfect image. Impress Me in your training sessions, and I will think about it. Although third-party involvement is at My choice and discretion, and although My tribute stay the same if I do chose to test-run a submissive slut, I strongly suggest that you show your appreciation if it happens: Tipping is not a city in China. This is not as much for Myself as it is for My guests, who may have dropped in for a brief five minutes originally and ended up staying an hour, willing to give you a chance. Should one find you worthy of letting you near Him or Her, demonstrate that you value Their time like you do with Me. It will be noted (by both Them and I), and you may be rewarded.
Finally, I'd also like to remind visitors and fans that I am available for more than just one-on-one sessions. I also do enjoy sessions with sub/sub couples or friends. I also always find co-topping someone's lover with them to be extremely enjoyable. If I am not doing a session, I am also available to teach and train single and/or partnered individuals in the finer arts of BDSM, free of standard protocols. Since My tribute is mostly geared at compensating My valuable time and fine skills, it does not increase if I am playing with a couple (or even a trio, mmmh...). Finally, if neither a session nor training is what you seek, I am also an alt-sex consultant and advisor, and offer those services as well at excellent rates, again free of protocol. I, of course, will protect your confidentiality. Sometimes, you don't need to be bound in a sleepsack with a fucksaw raping your hole. Sometime... you just need a person to talk to.
Remember how pup Loki was distracting Me during My last post? He succeeded quite admirably: I completely forgot to mention that fellow blogger Boots LS (who I wrote about some time ago when I read a wonderful story about boot worship he authored) wrote a wonderful piece inspired by Me called Bastinado Bondage. It's sexy and delicious, and involves some of My favorite things: inverted suspension, falaqa punishment, and wax. You should definitely check it out and let him know you liked it!
On a completely different endnote, I scrapped the videos of Asylum 13 that I was going to upload independently, and chose to put several of My suspensions together in a single video... since I get new footage every week, I may keep doing it this way to avoid overcrowding My channel. So here is the first video of multiple suspension. You know how you could see this live, right? That's right, attend Asylum 13, which I mentioned earlier in this article.
Thanks for sticking all the way through this beast of a ridiculously long post. As I said, wanted to get a lot out there. See how much I care?
My goodness, what a crazy few days it has been. I shall recount briefly. But first, some pictures of a little of My personal time. These are here because I've been foraying into mixing My BDSM with photography. As most of you know, I love taking pictures of stuff, and am a fan of crazy effects. But every now and then, I get a really good picture. These are the ones I strive for. I like for moments to be commemorated with an epic image, and so I'm always trying. And I got a few right here.
First, a picture of the very awesome room I taught a waterboarding in a couple of days ago.
If you look closely, you can even see the handsome young soldier, strapped down to the table and awaiting torture. But I digress. I mostly wanted to squeal in delight at how awesome this photograph came out. Next up is another very cool shot I got from play with an awesome puppy, Wolfy.
I generally have been having My share of kinky fun! The year culminated in a few awesome points. I showed at a great kinky New Year's party with Wolfy as My guest. It was his first major BDSM event, and I agreed to take him to it and be a provisional handler for the evening. Now, as most of you know, I do not get into petplay at all. This is due to the fact that, coming into kink and BDSM from the gay community, there is an extreme sexualization of it that is very uncomfortable for Me. I can appreciate having a pet. But it it difficult for Me to enter a mindset of fully treating someone as a pet, while still appreciating the fact that they may be physically attractive. In short, I can't think "I have a hot dog!" You're either a dog, or you're hot. However, Wolfy approaches his inner pet from a completely psychological point of view, completely disregarding the aspects of it that make Me so uncomfortable. We have extremely similar viewpoints regarding sex and BDSM, and completely incompatible sexual dynamic while retaining good D/s, so I thought it would be a fantastic way to explore pet play. So we agreed to mild D/s, and attended the party together. We even got a couple of photos!
The formatting of this blogging service really is shit. Dammit. Anyway, face was blurred to protect his privacy, upon request.
Later on, I got into a performance with Leggatt which culminated in twelve needles holding twelve sparklers, surrounding the new year, which I carved with a knife. The little feather trio (also needled in) didn't remain in place exactly how I wanted it, but still looked bitching.
Ladies and gentlemen, New Year's Eve, Sir Brian Style:
I wrapped 2012 up with a bang (or maybe a few minor stab wounds and some flames), and I am sure that 2013 holds lots of new surprises in store for Me! And it holds surprises for you, dear reader and visitor, including the opening of My Clips4Sale store, some YouTube videos, and an educational series I'm concepting at the moment. And as always, new photos!
I hope you all had a wonderful time as well, and I wish everyone out there a Happy New Year!
No, this is not My Christmas post yet. But it was awesome and I wanted to share. This was in response to one of My ads, not in any type of chat. Too good.
Him: Hey
Me: Congratulations. Three letters. Quite an achievement when I asked for a detailed introductory message. Would you like to try again?
Him: my fetish is feet send me a pic of yours
Me: I don't give a flying fuck what your fetish is unless you can come up with a respectful introduction, something I asked for.
I have size 12 feet, and pics are available online if one knows where to look. I don't have to send you anything or do anything if I don't feel like it, especially if I find you to be rude, which I do. Again, try being polite, something I ask for in My ad, and you'll find Me much more accommodating.
Regards,
-Sir Brian
Him: fuck you, fish boy
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I have no idea what just happened there.
NOTE: I am suffering from extreme Top drop after a very intense scene last night, so please take this with a grain of salt. I've been displeased for some days, and quite frankly have been stewing with these thoughts.
Honestly, I'll not be getting to that article I was going to write. I don't care to.
I was just betrayed by someone I considered a good friend. One of My best, in fact. Because I have to be in a semi-work environment with her already, I am unhappy.
I pride Myself in not talking shit about people. If I have a problem with you, I'll tell you before I tell others (yes, I still will probably tell others, but I'll always let you know first that I don't like you). I behave with such cold and calculating logic, and it's always served Me well.
The reason I do this is because I have an incredible hate for sophomoric behavior. I did not like high school then, and I do not like high school now. When people around Me start behaving like they are in high school, I am so completely disgusted that I actually get physically ill.
I am sick of busting My ass and being unappreciated (haha, look at Me blogging about My issues like a high-schooler, IRONY!). Over the past year back in Philadelphia from London, I have met a ridiculous amount of people.
Quite frankly, I don't like most of you. Not all of you, but a good bit of you.
I feel constantly that I am surrounded by a whole bunch of needy children, who really do not give a fuck about My well-being either way, as long as they can get what they want from Me. From leads which I bust My ass getting, to personal friends who are only interested in My opinion or thoughts when they can get a play-date out of Me, to colorful weekly hate mail (mind you, I only post the stellar ones here). I'm constantly running around and doing things, and as fabulous as My life seems, I bust My ass. For nothing.
A call from a recent friend made it clear: I'm trying to be in too many places at once, with too many people who need Me. I need to revise who I consider My friends, and who I consider useless in My life.
I'm sick of having to "play the game." I'm sick of having to smile through gritted teeth at community leaders who have sexually abused some of My friends. I'm sick of boys who are so sexually frustrated that they don't see Me as anything else but a piece of meat, and of girls who think I'm going to whisk them away from their humdrum vanilla lives like some Disney prince.
Respect. It's not that complicated. I ask for respect for My time and respect for My person. It's one of My Ten Commandments. It shouldn't be so difficult. But of course, people are too concerned about themselves these days. Can't be bothered to utter a single politeness.
I've already cut several public events and parties out of My schedule. It used to be that I would show up because I wanted to relax and hang with friends. Nowadays, a lot of these events are Me running like a chicken without it's head, making plans and play dates, and trying to please everyone. At the end of the night, I have no actual fun, and whatever I've done doesn't guarantee a visitor to My dungeon. Yet like an idiot, I return, to keep this completely fictional idea of an "image" up.
I first got involved in fetish in BDSM because it all seemed so revolutionary and life-giving to Me. Imagine! Surrounded by people who were unashamed of their desires, and open about them. A world where the limits could be set where I wanted them to be set, where each play date was a complex neurochemical exchange that could only be called "magical."
No-one told Me that it was also a community of backstabbing gossip queens. "Did you hear what so-and-so did at such-and-such?" No-one told Me there were people that were "preferred" or whose opinions "mattered more" because of their position. Hell, I always thought people should be judged on their own merits, not by their ridiculous accomplishments or social circles. How incredibly silly of Me.
I play by the book. When it comes to actual BDSM interactions, I use basic science and research to back Myself up so I don't fuck up, or fuck My partners up. Sure, it's not always perfect and failsafe, but I try. I'm still just human. I try to always help out newcomers and as long as the basic rules of interaction that I set are followed, will go quite far for them. I've never been accused of consent violations (though I have been accused of "assholism" once or twice). I try to defend those that show promise, and deflect those that would damage others.
It seems like all of this would be enough. Not in the scene. Here, it's all about "oh, well who do you know? How long have you been doing this?" Newsflash, folks: this used to be a way for kinksters to be able to vet one another and keep each other safe. This wasn't a social model to follow. Because I can name players who have been in the local scene for over 25 years who have had major consent violations, bordering on sexual assault. Actually, wait, no... when you stick something of yours into someone's holes after they said "no," that's not bordering on anything. That's rape. So I know a rapist or five.
Expose them? I tried. Results? "Oh no! I know so-and-so! He could have never done that, because I played with him once at a public party five years ago! Oh, and he wrote all these books/articles/Writings! You must be mistaken. It's OK. You're more of a newcomer, you don't know better."
Really? How long you've been doing this is completely irrelevant if you started off with erroneous knowledge. Being a 25-year veteran of the flogger means nothing if you take advantage of your submissives' gifts.
To return to what the "issue" I recently went through was, apparently, a very good friend of mine has had a poison whispering to her, and has accused Me of that exact behavior. The exchange. paraphrased, went like this:
Me: Something happened. I'm telling you because I want you to be safe. Her: Oh, who pissed in who's cereal now? Me: Like I'd give a shit. It's not about a feud, it's about abuse of power. Her: Of course it is. You need to stop talking shit, because one of my friends who's really high up in the scene said you were saying things about me. So watch who you talk to, I don't need two-faced backstabbers in my life. Me: Buh?
I still have no idea what exactly I supposedly said, and have not been given a chance to confront My accuser. I will gladly admit to any wrongdoing and any shit-talking, as I do have a big mouth, but I can't for the life of Me even think of what I could have said. I never take parts in feuds. I never have, and I never will. I will listen to both sides of the argument, and advise if it is needed, but I am a God-damned beacon of neutrality. For fuck's sake, I have recommended clients to My competition, at times. I am glad, however, that My friend decided to listen to someone else's opinion of Me, instead of confronting Me directly with an accusation. But I guess it's OK. They're "high up in the scene." Am I the only one who sees how amazingly retarded that statement is?
(If you have a problem with the fact that I used the expression "retarded," grow up. Social standing isn't determined by how politically correct I can be either)
I just needed a bit of space to vent. Currently, I am being much stricter and more reserved on FetLife, as well as with the conversations I choose to partake in, online and in real-life. I am limiting My play to the dungeon, and only to My closest partners. Those who wish to find Me can do so relatively with ease. But I'm no longer putting out the effort. You fucked it up for yourselves.
An interesting sidenote, while discussing things with kinksters I've known around the globe, this problem of catty, gossipy behavior and backstabbing is not spread scene-wide. It seems to have a particular penchant for some scenes, Philadelphia being one of them. I defended this place back when someone from the West Coast said that we were a joke big enough that even other cities had noticed.
This was almost too good. I want to frame this one. It's a pity My previous blog was shut down with no ability to regain most of My previous posts (FUCK YOU, TUMBLR!). Because this has to be one of the crowning achievements of advertising response, and I wish it could join the ranks with the rest of them. However, this is the first "Rude Email" series post I do, so I'm actually also quite happy it's this excellent.
I post ads everywhere. In all of My ads, I specify that I'm looking for visitors to My dungeons or people to teach. I also specify no organic sexual contact, usually three times in My ad, to be sure there is no confusion. My ad is clear, concise about what I expect (an attempt at proper writing, a polite approach, and... oh yeah, no sex). Those who fail epically get quickly shut down and posted here to have an example made out of them. Be warned. Welcome to the Rude E-mail series.
Cue this guy. As usual, My personal thoughts are in parentheses and italicized.
All I receive is a huge big black cock shot. No name, no siggy, no message. Just a cock. A big, black one. Of course, this is a POV shot, because I'm sure he's quite lonely from the lack of human communication, so he likely cannot find someone to take the picture for him.
Fun fact: this is the second time he's sent a message, and the second time I turned him down. This time, I decided to push it a little bit and see if I could get him to say something particularly stupid. It took almost no prompting.
Me: Dude, we've talked about this. Unless you're looking to have Me pierce it or hurt it, we're not going to get along.
Him: I'm fine with that (really? Do come in. I'm running a castration special!)
Me: Then you know what, with all due respect, read a God damned ad before you reply to it. Said I wanted a polite respectful MESSAGE and that I wasn't interested in sex partners or personal BDSM partners outside of the adult industry or My social circles. Him: Fuck you WHITE TRASH!!! Watch your back! Btw your blocked from this email (wow... texbook for projection, aren't ya?) Me: Dude. It's not your race at all. Seriously. I'm not even fully white, I'm mixed. I'm just not looking to hook up with anyone. My ad pretty much says it: I'm looking to teach people or network with them because I work in S&M. For real. I got a man and he's the only one I fuck. Nothing against your race, it's just because you came off rude. I just said no to a whiteboy who also sent Me his cock shot with no message. (look at Me, I feel your plight, I misspelled "white boy" as a single word to relate to you! By the way... I am mixed, according to racial classification in the US) Him: Fuck off! I have a man also! Wasn't even looking for sex! Good day Me: Is that so? Let's start over then. (I'm fascinated by your strange culture of origin! I wish I lived in a place where a greeting was expressed by non-consensual flashing) Him: For what? You already showed me your true colors? Even though I sent a dick picture I was looking for friends! Have a good one
So that was amazing. I thought I was in the Twilight Zone, and I ended up taking like... and hour to reply a single sentence, just because of how bewildered I was. Unfortunately, the rest of the conversation was him calling Me a faggot (what?) and Me being like "Buh?" No real glory there to post, I'm afraid. Just your average moron.
On a completely different note, I had a CBT and sounding session today that left Me with an interesting idea for a general post, which I'm going to toss onto FetLife as well (for those of you readers on FetLife, you know only My "proper" writings are up on there), so it's bound to be interesting...
Recently, an Australian fan, bull minion (@bullminion on Twitter) has recently hit 2000 tweets. I initiated the conversation that lead to that 2000th tweet, and so I encouraged him to do something special for Me... and so he did.
By the way, you can see the original tweet here. Isn't that sweet? I always appreciate nice gestures, and let it be known that I do.
I'm so tired of butthurt queerboys who send Me hate mail when I tell them I'm not interested in playing with them. Seriously. I denied a really rude boy the medical scene he wanted (not only was he a complete boob, but he didn't read My info and interests), and all of a sudden, I'm a delusional fake, who has no BDSM skills, and don't exist in the public lifestyle.
Mind you, I get this hate mail the day after Aviary, one of the local play parties in the area. You know, the one where I suspend people, beat them with a sjambok, pierce them with a medkit, and generally get dangerously deviant with.
Yep.
Same party I went to last night, the one that on My way to, two boys on the subway came up to Me, said they saw My local advertisements, and wondered if I would take a picture with them.
So, delusional? No.
Unskilled? No.
Not a lifestyler? No.
Unknown locally? No.
If I deny you play, I probably have a good reason. If you inquire for a session, and then tell Me you're not going to tribute Me, I'm not going to magically stop everything to play with you just because you're hot. That's why I have personal play partners, and trust Me, they are much better looking than you, and their skill makes Me way hotter than your could ever hope to.
As you already know from My first post, My Tumblr account was shut down just recently. I am trying to get it back up, but I have little faith in Tumblr, and so I quickly decided to repost all of the major articles and writings that I have a backup for right here on My BlogSpot, so that newcomers may read them if they choose to.
During My journey, I’ve met several types of people, and each has their own protocol and manner. Being pretty laid back (am I?), I am not extremely strict on how protocol is performed. However, there is one detail I like to emphasize.
I’ve already mentioned in My Ten Commandments that My preferred form of address is “Sir,” as opposed to “Master.” I wanted to clarify a bit on that, and why I have that requirement.
As defined by a dictionary, the first five definitions of the word are as follows:
a person with the ability or power to use, control, or dispose of something
an owner of a slave, animal, etc.
an employer of workers or servants.
the male head of a household.
a person eminently skilled in something, as an occupation,art, or science
I am going out on a limb, but I assume most people who desire to call Me “Master” wish to do so out of respect inspired from Definition 1. However, I interpret “Master” as being defined almost exclusively by Definition 5.
I believe that anyone My age who calls themselves “eminently skilled” might be cause for concern. In My eyes, “Master” means that there is little more to learn. It means that I consider Myself above others automatically. Now, I believe very strongly in My skills. But I am humbled by the people who I meet who are much more experienced than Myself. I call them “Master” or “Mistress,” because in My eyes, their skills are worthy of such a title. I feel that every day is a step forward in learning and growth. Therefore, as a rule, I don’t tend to like being called “Master” Myself, unless I am being addressed by someone regularly training under Me.
I am partial to “Sir” and “Boss,” depending on My mood. Both of them define respect, as opposed to superiority. And I love respect.
As you already know from My first post, My Tumblr account was shut down just recently. I am trying to get it back up, but I have little faith in Tumblr, and so I quickly decided to repost all of the major articles and writings that I have a backup for right here on My BlogSpot, so that newcomers may read them if they choose to.
Me: Hello?
Caller: Hi, I was wondering if I could speak to Sir Brian, please?
Me: This is He.
Caller: I just saw your name in the paper, and I was just wondering if I could stick this big dick in your mouth?
Me: Oh, I'm sorry, did you miss the part in the paper that said "no sex."
Caller: Oh? Oh! I think I did.
Me: That's alright. I appreciate the time you took to call Me, but I don't offer any kind of organic sexual service, just straight up BDSM and kink.
Caller: Oh, I'm sorry. I just woke up with a stiffy and the CityPaper, and you know...
Me: No, I understand. But I do like readers.
Caller: Alright then, sorry about that. Guess I'll let you go.
As you already know from My first post, My Tumblr account was shut down just recently. I am trying to get it back up, but I have little faith in Tumblr, and so I quickly decided to repost all of the major articles and writings that I have a backup for right here on My BlogSpot, so that newcomers may read them if they choose to.
A few days ago, several boysluts lacked the balls to call to cancel their appointments with me, and have grossly wasted My time. How have I dealt with them? Simple: I have banned them from the dungeon and refuse their out-calls.
So why am I writing this? Simple. A boy made an appointment yesterday for a session this weekend. Earlier this evening, I received a message from him, profusely apologizing and telling me he was not going to be able to make it in to his session. I think he expected Me to chastise him for wasting My time.
I did not.
If anything, his dedication and politeness showed Me that he was genuine and that his apology was sincere. I thanked him for letting Me know in advance, and invited him to reschedule his session at his convenience.
As I said, I have no issue if you cancel your appointment with Me, as long as you do so in advance. Doing so shows sincerity and politeness.
One small detail: If you cancel your session with Me three times, I will ask you for a $50 non-refundable GreenDot deposit if you choose to rebook a fourth time. I can understand a single cancellation. Hell, even a second one. Things happen. But a third time makes me doubt your dedication and respect for My time.
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