A Night on a Piss Pig: A Public Humiliation and Financial Session

We had talked briefly through a few texts. His name was Steven, and he was a thick, rugged-looking businessman from Atlanta. In fact, he had told Me he played rugby when I instructed him to show up wearing a jockstrap under his suit. I had opted for leather: knee-high boots, jeans, a vest, cap, and a pair of biker gloves.

He arrived a tad late, something I had expected, as he has stopped to pick Me up a cigar at a local shop, and walked from there. We sat and briefly introduced ourselves properly. He handed Me a bag containing not one, but five cigars. Having paid attention to our conversation, three of them were Acid Blondies. I knew we were going to have a good start.

I ordered him to get Me a drink, and we shared some small talk. I looked at him. He was rather comical, in his suit, looking out of place. He was a big guy, had an eager face, and was polite. One thing I noted very quickly is that he couldn't tie a tie. Now, I am a bit of a stickler for that kind of thing, so I removed it and set it aside. He would learn later, but I certainly would not be seen with him wearing it the way he had it.

It was time to step outside. He set his beer to the side, and we proceeded to the alley. I sat on a step, with this quiet, eager man next to Me. I clipped and lit the cigar Myself (he had no experience), and his hands flew up in a bowl shape, ready to catch My ash. I smoked for a while, thinking, using My newfound ashtray. I dipped My fingers in the ash and brought them to his mouth, and without missing a beat, he eagerly sucked them clean. Oh, things were going to be fun tonight.

We headed back into the bar, and he went upstairs with Me. I asked him to fetch another drink, while I waited. He headed down the stairs to do so, and I noticed something on the table. That chubby moron has left his phone and wallet on the table. Personally, I was always told not to leave My things lying around, or they would be gone. So with a quick hand, I slipped both of these newfound treasures in My pocket. I knew that the wallet contained both his cards and hotel keys, and that the phone was the one issued by his job. He would need those back.

He came back with the beers, and a brief puzzled look upon noticing the disappearance of his valuables. He said nothing, so I told him very clearly that I had them. I offered he keep Me entertained to earn his things back, and started by making him take off his shirt and coat. He was fat and pale, and I couldn't imagine he'd be good at much (after all, if you're stupid enough to leave your things about, you're probably a grade A moron). Because trash belongs on the ground, I ordered him onto it. He would not get to sit in a chair for the rest of the evening.

I put My boot up to his face. "Lick it." I tell him. He tentatively sticks his tongue out, and begins running it across My leathers. "Make sure you get the treads." I specify.

He works them for a short while, but I quickly stop him. I grab his face in My hands and let him know I mean business, in My usual polite manner: "Look... I understand that you're not good for much... however, if you really want to get your things back, I suggest you make sure I can feel your tongue through the boot." I give his head a little encouraging push.

With My guidance, he does much better, and in the space of some ten minutes, My boots look shiny again. Apparently, he seemed to do OK as a bootlicker... but I hadn't really started. A few minutes later, as he sat at My feet, ideas came to My head as I pulled out My clamps and clips box.

"We're going to play a little game, you and I," I tell him, pulling out a pair of clover clams. "The object is simple: I'm going to put these clamps on your nipples. All you need to do, is keep them on for ten minutes. You do, and you get your phone back. You don't, and there will be... consequences." Without really waiting for his agreement, I put the clamps on his nipples, and order him to return to My boots. By this time, a few folks from the bar were looking on with interest.

I was surprised that a big boy like him could take the nipple pain, but six minutes had passed. From experience, the bigger boys tend to fall harder, but he was holding on pretty well. I smiled. I don't tend to lose. I reached in My box for a couple of weights and I added them to the chain. I toyed with them, pulling them, twisting them, playing with them... until he faltered and begged for them off, a mere minute from the end.

The first bout of consequences wasn't too bad. I announced I'd empty his wallet of physical cash, as well as write that he was a weakling on his body in Sharpie. At the last moment, I grabbed his nipples and began squeezing them, telling him I'd let go in exchange for the first digit of his PIN number. He didn't want to, but in less than a minute the pain was unbearable, and he gave Me the number.

I made him strip out of his pants to his jockstrap (which was a silly orange color) and led him downstairs, where he fetched Me another drink. As I sat on a high seat, and he sat on the floor, My boots rested on him as I downed the beer he brought. I enjoyed My new near-naked footrest, and grinding My boots into him was quite a relaxing activity, and I pulled out My Sharpie for some more exercise.

By this point, the main floor of the bar had filled up. More than a few people were looking on in interest, a few of them whispering among themselves, laughing at the chubby businessmen lying below My booted feet. I noticed one or two snap a couple of discreet pictures. He must have looked pretty ridiculous on the floor, in his tiny underwear, his body adorned with "Sissy" and "Whore." I decorated him with a few more slurs on his body and dragged him outside for another cigar. Outside, he serves as My ashtray again. The bar is in a side-street, yet still close enough to a well traveled avenue in the middle of Center City. It was well into the evening, and quite a few folks passed by, looking at the half naked man outside the bar, flesh written on, taking ash into his hands. I grinned and slapped some ash into his face, and ashed into his mouth.

Back inside, I paraded My prey around a little bit. A few of My friends had come to the bar, and were delighted by his appearance. I even suggested they go ahead and decorate him a little bit, as there was a LOT of room available. And I mean a LOT. And so they did.

On My end, I felt that the few drinks I had consumed were passing through Me, so when they were done, I grabbed the pig and dragged him into the bathroom, where I made him kneel near the urinal to watch Me piss. He looked so eager... I sent him out and grabbed a glass, in which I finished My business. Upon coming out, it seemed as though I had a full pint of beer. But I knew better.

He sat on the floor near our spot, holding it. Two guys next to him were pointing and laughing, so I walked over and offered they go on and do a little writing themselves! One of them laughed as he penned "Meaty" on one ass cheek, while the other drew and arrow on his ass with instructions to "Try Me." Back in our seat after they were done, I present the glass to him. Another little game: "Drink this within three minutes. All of it. Fail, and I'll have to get the next number from you." I wasn't even ten seconds done that he began chugging My piss like if it was the most delicious refreshment available. He finished the entire pint in 45 seconds, smiled at Me, and gave Me the second number.

I have to say, I was surprised. I knew he was a pig, but that was straight up hungry piss slut behavior. I felt that he was almost throwing Me a challenge, which I wasn't expecting. I smacked his stupid face and gave him a few kicks, and he yelped out the third number to stop Me. What a wuss! I know second-graders who are harder to bully.

The night was coming to a close, but was punctuated by My friend Maso, an incredibly attractive and hung pup, who brought Me a bottle filled with his own piss. I was quite delighted by all this: I had hoped a few of My yellow-flagging friends were going to show up for the evening, and was convinced none had come through. Watching him down that bottle like he couldn't get enough was very entertaining. If only I had thought to organize a group party... As Maso walked away, I slipped him the pig's car key, telling him to hold on to them for a bit.

Another drink later, it was time to go. I was running out of writing space on his body, and was growing tired. So I told him that if he wanted to go, all he had to do was give Me the final number of his PIN. In an almost inaudible murmur, he told. Triumphant, I walked Myself to the ATM in the bar, directly in front of him, and slid the card I have taken from him into the machine. It's so easy to do, punching in his PIN, taking a look at the different sums available. I knew I could have emptied it, and looking back on it, perhaps I should have. But I had been mildly entertained for the evening, and figured that the next day should be spent only with a little shopping and self pampering (hangovers and all that), so I withdrew a mere $100 from his checking account and tossed him back his card and clothes. I still had his wallet and phone in My pocket, and although it was late (much later than anticipated, in fact), I wasn't done.

We begin to head out to his car (of course he was going to drive Me home... he wants his things back, right?), and a few steps from the bar, I tell him that Maso has his keys. I order him to go in there, thank him, and beg for them back (I really should have specified he do it on his knees in the middle of the bar, but hindsight is always 20/20). I few minutes later, he returns, keys in hand.

We drive back to My neighborhood, making small talk on the way. I tell him that he will be accompanying Me to My home, but that I will not be letting him in. However, he can enjoy My company outside in the yard as I have another smoke. Fifteen to twenty minutes later, we arrive back to My neighborhood, and I lead him to a covered yard. I am now quite tired and not so much in the mood for a smoke anymore, but I desperately need to piss. I order him to remove all his clothes and kneel before Me. He is worried, and his eyes dart to the street, only a couple of yards down. This might as well be completely out in the open, and he hesitates. I remind him that he needs his things if he wants to return to Atlanta in the morning.

Still worried, he complies and kneels before Me, naked. I flash a smile as I start pissing: all over his face, on his chest, and his his open mouth. He is moaning, and jerking his tiny dick as I empty My bladder all over him. With a final moan, he cums just as I finish, and in a moment, My cock is back in My pants and he is sitting on the floor, naked, spent, and covered in piss. I laugh at how pathetic he looks and take a couple of pictures for posterity:

I throw his wallet back at him and tell him to piss off (#pun). He gathers his clothes and puts them back on, and realizes he's missing something. He looks up to see Me taking a look at his phone. It's a nice piece. The kind you can't get without a deposit... so I tell him just that and motion for him to follow Me. A few blocks down, I point at a local Chinese restaurant with an ATM in it and tell him to go in and withdraw $50 as a fine for leaving his phone around. He hesitates.

"Is there a problem?" I ask.

"Do I have a choice?" he replies.

I shake My head and smile. He walks in there, reeking, his shirt damp from My piss. Moments later, he returns, shoulders slumped, and money in his hand. He gingerly hands the cash to Me and I give him back his phone. I send him on his way and finally walk back to My own home.

Tomorrow, I'm going to dine on that pig's dime, and smoke his cigars. How kind of him to take Me out on a night on the town, and make sure My hangover is well taken care of the next day. Heh heh heh.

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My August schedule is can be found here.

Aviary is this Saturday.
AndroShare is next Monday.

A Successful Class, a Hot Session, a Disobedient Boy, and Video Stills!

Hello, dear reader.

Did you know I am still without a home computer? No, you did not. But I am magical, which is how I keep these updates going.

I am happy to report that My Saturday rope class was a great success! Thank you to everyone who showed up. I hope you guys picked up the foundations you need to start out in the wonderful world of rope bondage. Special thanks to the Sexploratorium for their space and the kick-ass sign they made to advertise the class, pictured here on the left. Did you want to attend, but found yourself unable to due to time constraints? Not to worry, I will be hopefully running this class a couple more times for those who missed the first time.


Also, I'd like to thank My lovely partner in bondage, Mistress Gwen, who was so kind to let Me tie Her up in order to demonstrate to students how some things need to be tied. As usual, self-shot images of Me with a partner have us looking like raving maniacs. Which is why you love Us and want Us. I can understand that. I'd want Us too! For more info on Mistress Gwen, check out Her page on the Destiny's Chamber website by clicking on the link above. Her great sense of humor and infectious laughter will put you right as ease when you meet her... but Her unpredictable nature and deadly skill set will make even the most steadfast slaves tremble in fear.

In other news, I had a very stimulating session just yesterday with the same fellow who came to see Me a couple weeks ago... this time, we headed down the CBT and sounding route before I destroyed his ass with a nine-inch piece. This one is quite sizable, but why stop here. We will be sizing up the next time I see him... I'd love to eventually get him nice and stretched to a point where I can insert Biggie Smalls, my thick chocolate 14-incher, deep into his entrails. Mind you, I may destroy asses, but at least I do it while looking classy as fuck:

I am indeed one dapper gentleman, even while you are begging and moaning like a whore on the floor, your body pushed to it's limits as I extract sweet control from you.

Apparently, he thought so too, and brought Me a fun little toy that got to see a bit of action that evening: a steel ballcrusher! I know your boys are crawling up inside your body cavity, dear reader, when you take a look at this punishing tool. Ah, no matter. As anyone who has come to see Me can tell you, I might be a sadistic bastard, but you will come willingly.

A smile, a whisper, a kind touch... why would you not suffer the very depths of Hell itself to please Me? Do you think you can trek there alone? You must be quite brave... for in My hands I hold the keys to your darkest suffering and to your most blissful pleasures. And those who endure My trials are greatly rewarded at the finish line.

I am sure a few of you wonder what happens to those who do not endure My trials or please Me satisfactorily. If said behavior happens in the dungeon or local to Me, the solution is quite simple: the offender is not invited back to the dungeon. However, if the behavior happens remotely, I have no problem calling the little rats out publicly  (as I have shown previously, most notably here and here). Funny enough, the French boy I have called out in both of the mentioned posts has yet again proved himself to be very disappointing. And as I previously warned him, another misstep and I will drop it like it's hot. But his behavior has been so disappointing that I cannot even be bothered to put up his personal information.  All I can do is let other Dominants know that this Parisian schoolteacher is a pathetic little whore who cannot follow directions. I woke up in a good mood this morning, and so I will not be exposing is face for the world to see... at least not today. Let's hope My mood doesn't shift in the next few hours. For now, enjoy My stoic face while he wanks and fingerfucks himself for the world... right in his mother's house!

Je suis désolé, cher Mika. Aimerais-tu que j'efface cette image? Peut-être même la vidéo, ou les autres photos que j'ai gardé? Je le ferais quand tu démontre que tu as une certaine utilité dans mon monde: jete un oeil sur ma liste et trouve-moi un present digne d'un vrai mec, et j'envisagerai le retour de ton anonymat.

English Translation:
I'm sorry, dear Mika. Did you want Me to remove this picture? Maybe even the video, or the other pictures I have collected? Then you can do so by showing you have some use in this world: take a look at My wishlist and find a gift suitable for a real Man, and I will consider returning your anonymity to you.

Ah. I love it when boys disobey and find themselves realizing that I do not play games. Life can be so hard, sometimes. Not for Me. For them.

I am happy to say that I am FINALLY in the process of rendering My videos out, starting with a nice piece I've named "Kiddo's First Checkup." The reason editing has been taking so long is due to the fact that I shoot on a dead format, and access to computers that still take said format is limited. Add that to the fact that FCP10 has trouble running on said older machines, and things are taking way longer than they should. Once these files are finally done, I will run them by the proper channels, collect My 2257s, and upload them. Be sure to keep an eye out for previews and updates! Since I still don't have one ready, I have chosen to quell your hunger for pain with these six screenshots from "Kiddo's First Checkup." These are not part of the final stills collection, just ones I captured during editing. Enjoy!

Une erreur de jugement...

Here's a little video of someone who did not do quite as told. Originally, I suppose it was just meant for Me, but as usual, if things are not to My standard, I do not take kindly to them. I have attached a note to the lazy slut in question, so do scroll down to read the English version!



ORIGINAL FRENCH MESSAGE :
(scroll down for English)

Mon cher Mika,

        Quand je te donne un ordre, tu le suis. Quand tu m'a contacté, il y a certain temps, en me suppliant pour mon contrôle, je t'avais prévenu que je demande un niveau d'excellence. Je t'ai dit que les conséquences seraient désastreuses si tes performances etaient moins que stellaire, et que je n'avais pas de probleme a montrer au monde à quel point ta dépravité arrive si je te trouvai le moins déplaisant.

        Tu sais que j'ai eu des problèmes avec mon ordinateur récement, et que j'ai été un peu absent dans mes messages. Cependant, ne penses jamais que je ne prendrai pas du temps pour remettre quelqu'un à sa place. Ainsi, considére ceci comme un avertissement. Quand tu m'as demandé ce que je désirais de toi, tes instructions étaient claires: je trouve qu'il y ait quelque chose de primal dans la peur de l'exposition et le sexe en publique, et j'ai donc demandé que tu aille faire un petit tour en bagnole et que tu te branles pour moi. Un garçon intelligent et diligent aurait fait tentative de m'impressionner, au lieu de m'envoyer ce que je peux seulement appeler ennuyeux, générique, et sans intérêt. Allons, petite pédale, ne devrais-tu pas au moins présenter un bite dure pour Sire?

        Donc, en guise de punition pour ton absence totale d'effort, j'ai pris la liberté de télécharger la vidéo sur un serveur porno publique, de sorte que d'autres puissent voir exactement ce que j'ai trouvé si décevant. Tu sais bien que je tien beaucoup d'informations sur toi, et que ta position sensible dans ta vie professionnelle peut prendre un coup très dur si tu ne fait pas mieux.

        En dernier, permet-moi de répéter les ordres qui ont été donnés, afin que nous évitions tout désagrément qui pourrait surgir dans l'avenir. Tu doit faire parvenir une vidéo de branle en public par semaine, chaque foi dans un nouvelle endroit. Tu auras soit un plug, ou un beau gode avec lequel tu travailleras ton cul, et tu me parleras et révéleras tous tes fantasmes pendant que tu le fait. Tu jouiras, et tu me remerciras de t'avoir permis de faire, et de t'avoir permis de partager avec moi.

        Effectues à mon goût, et cet article pourai disparaître dans le passé. Tiens, se tu te comporte admirablement et me donnes un bon petit show, je peut même supprimer cette vidéo entierement. Effectues mal, et je vais devoir révéler un peu plus sur toi à chaque fois. Ne t'inquiétez pas, je suis sûr que tu feras bien a la prochaine. Echoues, et nous devront commencer à discuter d'autres moyens pour me garder satisfaits tout en gardant tes informations privées en dehors de l'oeil du public.

Cordialement,

                -Sire Brian

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ENGLISH TRANSLATION:

My dear Mika,

        When I give you an order, you follow it. When you contacted Me a while back, begging for My control, I warned you I have a standard of excellence. I told you that the consequences would be dire if your performances were less than stellar, and that I had no issue showing to the world just how depraved you are if I found you in the least displeasing.

        You know I have had trouble with My computer as of late, and I have been somewhat absent from My postings. However, never think that I will not take extra time to put someone in their place. So you can consider this to be your warning. When you asked Me what I desired from you, your instructions were clear: I find there to be something primal about fear of exposure and public performance, and so I demanded you take a little drive and jerk off for Me. A clever and dilligent boy would have made an attempt to impress Me, as opposed to sending Me what I can only call boring, generic, and unexciting. Come on, queer boy, shouldn't you at least present yourself hard for Sir?

        And so, as punishment for your complete lack of effort, I have taken the liberty to upload the video to a public porn server, so that others may see exactly what I found so disappointing in you. You are well aware that I hold a lot more information on you, and that your sensitive professional position and life stand to take a very large blow if you don't step up your game.

        Finally, let Me repeat the orders that were given to you, so we avoid any unpleasantness that may arise in the future. You are to send Me one public masturbation video per week, each time varying your location. You will either be plugged or working your ass with a dildo, and you are to speak to Me and reveal your fantasies as you do so. You will cum, and you will thank Me for allowing you to to so, and for allowing you to share.

        Perform to My liking, and this post will fade away into the past. Hell, perform admirably, and I may even remove this video altogether. Perform poorly, and I will have to reveal a bit more about you each time. Do not worry, I am sure you will do fine on your next try. Fail Me, and we may have to begin discussing others ways to keep Me satisfied while keeping your information out of the public eye.

Regards,

                -Sir Brian

Rude E-mail #05792 - I sent you a picture of my cock because I'm looking for friends!

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...

My Original Blog Got Shut Down... But I'm Back, Fuck You!

Apparently, My Tumblr, Wicked Wanderlust, was shut down due to a post. And so, the first post I am doing on here will be the exact post that got Me shut down. I have accepted an online public exposure session, and part of that exposure was to be done directly on My blog. I have a contract that is available right here for download, releasing the copyright of those pictures and the information that goes with them. Tumblr, apparently not realizing that this was completely consensual, decided it was time to shut Me down on the basis of harassment and privacy exposure. To which I replied:

YES. THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT. HE CONSENTED TO IT.

 So right now I'm here on BlogSpot, a server I do not like whatsoever. Like a lot of Google things, it's too simple. But I also support Google when it comes to freedom of speech and the right to do whatever we wish when we have clear consent. So I am reposting the exact thing that Tumblr didn't like. Please note that I do not condone the harassment of this individual by others. I'm merely doing it Myself. His identifiers can be found on My Page o' Shame. So show some support for this filthy fucker, and repost this little cocksucking faggot across the web please. Thanks!

As far as this blog, I will keep it running until I either get My Tumblr back or move to a new server. If I like it, I will stay here. I will be speed reposting all of the posts I have backups for, but sadly, most of it is completely lost.

Fuck those Tumblr assholes.