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.

Sessions, Boots, Events, Videos... June Brings Things!

The warm weather always brings Me a flurry of activity. I suspect the general atmosphere of late spring is actually quite beneficial to My general self.

First, I'd like to thank the folk who showed up to AndroShare: Spanking as Punishment. The goal of AndroShare was to get guys in a room together to talk. Because God knows, guys don't like to talk to each other, and I'll be damned if this has to go on like this. So I always like it when people come to these skillshares, because communication is key. With that said, Monday June 9th is the next installment... AndroShare: Rough Body Play. So come out for some fighting and kicking folks about! Please share and respond on Facebook and FetLife, as this is how information gets passed around!

Also, a major thank you to the folks who came out to both of My rope bondage classes. I always end up seeing a lot of people wanting to learn intro to rope, and that class always turns out full. It's nice to see a bunch of folks grab some basics. Yay education!

In other news, I met an individual recently from Los Angeles. Quite a nice fellow, and a kindred dark mind. Said fellow made the keen observation that a man of My stature not only would look fantastic in boots, but deserves such boots. I was a bit adamant at first: I have highly specific tastes, and I wanted to make sure that if this fellow was going to buy Me boots, they were going to look like they were made for Me. And so, My keen eye his recommendation found a pair that seemed fit.

I would say he made a good choice, didn't he? I mean, clearly these are boots that look like they exist to be on My feet. And I like useful things. And boots are useful, for walking. The decision was obviously clear. And so, he expended a small sum to make sure that the boots ended up in their rightful place.

Very eager to try the boots on and do a "field test" with them, I grabbed My lover, turned a camera on and put it off to the side, and we made magic. I am now beginning a new clip series named "Bedroom Eyes."

I wanted to try filming some clips with a more voyeuristic look, and no camera operator, particularly to capture the experience with My personal partners. The first attempt at this results in a 28-minute clip full of mild-medium boot play and boot worship, available on My Clips4Sale Studio, Carnaval Decadent. All the kicking, scraping, trampling and licking you could want, without it being too much for the newcoming voyeur.

You see, when you existence means little besides your ability to please another, then that's just what you should do. This LA fellow knew that boots belong on My feet (or his face), and so he provided. And in doing that, he has put Me in a good mood. And when I'm in a good mood, I get productive and post things, which in turn, benefits everyone who comes to find out things through Me.

There are some 22 free still available from the video on My FetLife photo page, with another 46 private ones, that will likely make it into an image collection at one point. Yay private stills! For now, here are My five favorite free ones:

I think this is the first in a series, as I personally really enjoyed how it turned out. You should likely check it out for yourself. I think the boots are excellent. Victor thought so as well, particularly against his ribs. :-D

I am still working on My June schedule. It's such a busy time, with Philly Pride, warm weather sessions, and general hustle-bustle that I'm still trying to work out My calendar! But as I said, this time keeps Me looking in the immediate, and I try not to plan ahead too much (I've had three newcomer sessions in the past two weeks, and have another scheduled for next Saturday... you try planning). However, there are some things that are for sure... I will be attending PrideDay 2014 in some capacity, I will definitely be out at the Trans* Health Conference, and you can catch Me at the Aviary, Suspension Night, and Asylum events as usual. Some things are bound to change, so be sure to check the link above for specific, which will be updated if things change.

I have no idea what else I was going to babble on. So that's it for now.

Phew... April Showers Bring May Flowers!

I have not been around on this blog much. I have been a bit busy between events, My personal life, and answering for the recent post I made on FetLife. Instead of going on and running through all of the recent happenings in My life, I would like this post to focus more on the myriad of upcoming events. Winter and early Spring tend to be quiet, both in terms of events and sessions, but April kicks off much happenings, and it is only right that I post about them to inform you, dear reader.

First of all, two quick notes relating to sessions, as I have had several excellent ones this past month, and many inquiries about them. Due to the highly private and sensitive nature of sessioning professionally, many folks I see request that I do not mention them or reference their coming into the dungeon at any point. Others mind less. And a very select few do not mind if I take a photo or two, or shoot a short video. I am often asked why I do not have more session media. The answer is simple: even on the very rare occasion that My visitor OK's shooting, I am often way too focused in what I am doing to even think about it. Most good play requires both hands!

The second note relates to specials, as it seems many people forget I have them. I have recently reformatted a few things on My website in order to make them easier to find. However, I have decided to mention them here whenever they change, so that you, dear reader, may be kept well informed on them. Specials are a great way for those who enjoy specific session types to see Me at a greatly reduced tribute rate! The current Spring specials, which will run until June 20th, are as follows:

• For visitors who love boot, feet, or both, I am running an in-call special at the dungeon, and lowering My tribute requirement to $150. This is cumulative, so if you wish for an extended session with boots and feet as a focus, not a problem! Boot play is particularly hot when combined with cigar fetishes and service, so bring Me a quality cigar, and prepare to kneel naked at My feet.
• For lovers of a good old fashioned spankings, I am running a fantastic out-call special! Whether you are a fan of traditional over-the-knee hand spanking, a disciplinary strapping, or a sensual paddling, this special is sure to leave your ass warm and red! I am offering it at the extremely reduced tribute rate of $100 for one hour (one hour only). That's less than half of My usual out-call tribute! And spanking can encompass many things: a variety of tools, positions, and styles!

Last month, I hosted an event called AndroShare, a male and male-identified skill share, for folks to meet and trade experience. The idea for it came from a desire to see more events geared to the Philadelphia male-on-male BDSM community, as the lack of the ones available was... palpable. I am happy to say that the first AndroShare, which was focused on rope bondage was very successful. I have been invited to come back, every second Monday of the month! And so, next Monday, May 12th, I invite you, male readers, to come to AndroShare: Spanking as Punishment! The event will be held at 6 PM at Passional/Sexploratorium on South Street, and is a $10 suggested donation. However, no-one will be turned away for lack of funds! More details can be found on My website, as well as Facebook and FetLife. Do share this with folk, and come if you wish!

Into rope? Missed the first AndroShare? Missed My rope bondage classes last year? No worries! Both of My Rope 101 and Rope 201 classes are returning to the Kink Shoppe this month! Both "Picking Up the Ropes" and "From Harness to Hogtie" will be presented on Saturday, May 17th in an all-day rope extravaganza. You can find both events on Facebook (101 / 201) as well as FetLife (101 / 201). I highly recommend that you preregister, as these sell out quickly!Tickets are available on those event pages, as well as on the schedule page of My website.

Finally, May 21st is Escape from the Asylum! In a collaboration that has been a long time coming, Philly's favorite multi-genre DJ, Mighty Mike Saga, and the region's definitive answer to combining kink and live music, Asylum 13, join forces to bring you Escape From the Asylum: A Themed Fetish Ball, Dance Party, and Live Music Extraganza! This will be Asylum 13's first event within the city of Philadelphia, and will feature incredible live performances from Aesthetic Perfection, Panic Lift, and Surgyn, as well as an intense lineup of DJs including NY/NJ's Damian Plague, Philly's Mighty Mike Saga and Totentanz, and of course, Asylum 13's own Project Two. You'll be dazzled by aerial performers, go-go dancers (including the Chemical Dolls), and a fashion show by South Street's Passional Boutique. Thirsty, hungry? Shot girls and cocktail waitresses will be available in the exclusive 21+ VIP lounge area, where those of you dressed to the nines and showing your insane costumes or fetish gear, will be welcome to get away from the intensity of the dance floor, while mingling with the sexy girls of Poisonous Pinups. If play is what you're looking for, behind the curtains we will be featuring a play space run by Yours Truly, including spanking benches, crosses, suspension frames, and fire massage and violet wand by Fire Geisha. Come on out, and dance, drink, or play the night away with us!

As usual, I will be at My regular events this month, including the Aviary! More can always be seen by looking at My schedule.

Though I mentioned I wouldn't really talk about the past month of events, I feel that I have to briefly mention the great efforts of the Leather Leadership Conference. It was an incredible time, and so much hard work was put into making this an amazing weekend. I was honored to be a part of it. The Carter-Johnson Leather Library was a mindblowing experience, and getting to meet Mama Vi was grand. Thanks again to all who made it possible!

Oh, and now, a random awesome GIF I found:

Event Madness!

The brutal cold had caused Me to go into more or less of a hibernation state. I had some amazing fun at some recent events, but I'll keep that fun private for now (let us just say it involved blood and beatings, and I do not wish to scare My more innocent readers).

I will be attending five events in the next few weeks, and wanted to let you know about them! So, without further ado, here they are!

• Nachtmahr, the Austrian industrial project by Thomas Rainer will be performing at Asylum 13 this upcoming Thursday along with Ludovico Technique! Come see these awesome bands making the Earth quiver on Thursday March 27th, and come get your dark dance on! Tickets are $20 at the door, and $18 if you preorder on the website. I will be there administering beatings and suspending folk all evening. Reasons you should come? I said so. Thomas Rainer is also half of L'Ame Immortelle, one of My favorite bands of years past, and I want to see them perform again. So come to this special Asylum 13 event and support Austrian music!
• Twisted World: Villains and Vixens is a three-day gathering of 18+ creative folk right up in King of Prussia running through the weekend of March 28th! There is an open dungeon space, where I will be volunteering as well as spending the majority of My time! Tickets for this event can be purchased at the door (online sale has closed) for $50 (day pass) or $80 (weekend pass). It's gonna be awesome!
• Circus of Sin will be a small, carnival-like event held at the Bike Stop. Stop in for a ride on My spanking staps or other toys! On Friday, April 11th, make your way to the Bike Stop after the opening ceremonies and come have fun with local kinksters on the 3rd Floor! A $5 entrance gets you two rides!
• Leather Leadership Conference: This three day conference will be utilizing several venues all within a very short distance of each other. Come join in the City of Leatherly Love, April 11th-13th with a weekend filled with: Education, Entertainment, the Carter/Johnson Leather Library, amazing art exhibits, awards, book signings, a Fireside Chat with Doug O'Keefe, the Leather Archives and Museum, leather preservation intensive, bootblacking, a cigar social, a special DIY track, and so much more that we can’t fit it all in. Presenters will be offering in-sight into their history and hot button topics we all face, like ‘Accounting & Financial Responsibility for Fiduciaries’, ‘Consent and Abuse Our Scene’ and ‘How to Do the Right Kinky Thing: Ethical Principles for BDSM’. Tickets can be purchased online or at the door, with weekend long tickets starting at $119... but if you wait until April 1st, they go up, so get your now!
• Under One Flag: An Aviary and Black Phoenix Event: Since the LLC is in town in our usual Aviary space, we have teamed up with Black Phoenix for a joint event at a bigger venue, The Warehouse at EBE, to help welcome all of our visiting Leather folk! Tickets are $25 can be purchased here or at the Aviary table throughout the entire Conference. Tickets will not be sold at the door.

I always try to keep My events updated on My Upcoming Events page. Also, be sure to follow Me on Twitter, Facebook, or Vine if you want more day to day rantings, thoughts, and updates. For example, did you know that this past Friday was Suspension Night at the Kink Shoppe?

Or that Saturday night was full of needle and bloody fun?

Or maybe even that last night, I filmed a couple of hot gunge/wet and messy scenes with up and coming hot transman Lb. Cake Glitterbutch. I am also helping him with his own clipstore, so you'll be seeing a good deal of him very soon. For now, contend yourselves with this hot picture!

Also, because we have moved into Spring, I have changed My Specials for the season! I am still doing a special rate for one-hour spanking outcalls, but My current special at the dungeon is a reduced tribute for foot or boot worship sessions! For those who have a central interest in what's below My ankle, sessions come at the reduced rate of $150 per hour. So come and make sure they are pampered!

Another review!

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!

Artsy Times

I've been taking things slow the past week. This has allowed Me to relax a bit more and enjoy Myself, but I really need to get back to the grind. Above is Dean's great big cock, for your pleasure. This pic was snapped during a hot bondage scene at his place when I went to drop off his videos. I get distracted, what can I say.

Here is a kick ass picture of another scene I did with Echo, of Echo's Fire, just a couple days ago. He wanted to push his needle tolerance a bit (I remember it being low), and I figured it would make a nice visual to have his website's name on him. We've been chatting more these days, and had touched on the idea of doing a few "real" pictures together. So that may happen once I have a more regular flow of C4S content, as I'm still scattered between three computers and two hard drives. Hopefully though, I will be sorting through all that stuff tomorrow (if I'm lucky, with a jockstrap-clad and collared boy at My feet helping Me out... you know who you are).

I recently met photographer Mario Oria who, having seen My suspension at Asylum 13, asked Me to model for a rope shoot. That will most likely be happening on Thursday, and I am very excited. I find him to be a most talented photographer, as evidenced by the awesome incidental picture he took of Me last Asylum 13, which I share with you here:

I really can't wait for Thursday, as I am usually cursed with not having a great connection with professional photographers. Ashley Savage, for example, is a camera god, and one of the only people to capture Me well while remaining honest. I miss you much, Ashley, and I wish we had had more time to work together! I was really surprised to see that a simple "incidental" photo like the one above could turn out so well, so I'm pretty confident these photos will rock.

That's about it, really. My branding is healing up quite nicely, and should be fully healed in about two more weeks. In a couple months, I may go over it with a cautery pen again to make the scar more prominent, depending on the fade. Here it is after two weeks:

Not bad, huh? I'm actually very happy with how it has been healing. Even if it turns out light, the lines are well-defined and even. So hooray!

Final two things... first, I have another review. It's a bit choppily written, but it is a sweet thought from Cockhole, who has been travelling the past week or two and misses Me greatly. Look, kind words:

My name is [redacted] and this is the first time I have ever written a review. I have been with Sir Brian a few times. My first experience with sounding was with him it was was most exciting time I had. Another thing that has happened: I am now into ass play, which I would never allow anyone to do. Sir Brian had a way of doing this to me which has put me into a place I have never been. I have never had someone take control of me the way he does. I cannot wait for a session. I will not, and I mean not, see another one because they could never get me to the place that Sir Brian gets me too. Cannot wait to be worked over next week.

Hmmmm... he should be rewarded for that when he comes see Me this weekend... Finally, the little French slut Mika has been feeling lonely and trying to make Me smile by sending Me some pictures. To close this post off, dear reader, all I will say is that I was quite pleased when I found this in My Inbox one morning. Wouldn't you be?

A Return from Exile! With Great News and NSFW Pics!

Woohoo, I am alive. Indeed.

        This is going to be shorter than you'd think, because I cannot possibly compound everything that has recently happened, out in the wide world but also in My inner world... and there is still so much to do... But it would be nice to notify the world of what the fuck I'm up to. =^_^= Be advised that this post is going to bombard you with pictures of things to keep you entertained, and some are going to be pretty graphic. So read with caution. And maybe naked?

        As I said, I am not going to try to relate everything. Relating to the matter of events and going out, I have been quite busy running around, apparently now with a posse which a friend recently called a "harem." I must admit, I didn't find much objection to the comment. :-P I can't help it if I like beating beautiful men. And women. Well, I tend not to beat women as much as I tie them up. But you get the point. As I said, events have been fun, though very busy. I've met some wonderful people, and have seen and done some intense and transformatory stuff. Hello newcomers, I know a couple of you read My blog.

        On an earlier note, I do want to take a minute and say that I am very blessed to have some wonderful partners in this wild ride through this nutty voyage, and I am amazingly thankful that they have given so much of themselves to Me, both during our sometimes amazingly insane games, and outside of them. They are each such fascinating individuals, and I am lucky to count them among My friends. Truly, I am lucky to have some people who really mean a lot to Me in My life. I think it's an important thing, to be surrounded by positive influences. As a species, we have evolved thanks to our ability to exchange complex ideas. It's a fact: we need each other to survive. The past few weeks have brought Me much stress on several levels, and I am so glad to have had so many great people in My life, who have all been so good to Me. I tend to think every individual can bring something to an interaction, and the more experiences one is surrounded by, the more one can learn and grow as a person. And these past few weeks have been quite filled with learning and growth. So, big love to everyone I know out there. You all play a part.

        Bah. I've been a bit full of whimsy and musings due to having to say goodbye to a friend last Saturday. Well, "someone I know." I really liked the fellow, and I always wished I had gotten to take proper time to talk, share, and know each other better; so that we may become actual friends. However, he has now been called to work on the other side of the country, and I will likely not have that opportunity. This saddens Me a great deal. People's life paths change, sometimes radically and unexpectedly, and we sometimes miss some pretty amazing chances if we don't jump at them.

        Oh shit, too much text, picture time. I got shots back from Diabolique Ball 2012: Agony and Ecstasy! Although you did see the results of the whipping of Leggatt last November, here are are couple of "action shots" captured by BigShot and Ken Perna, respectively:

        Pain is such poetry in motion. I was really happy to see that these shots were captured. Yes, I do wish there had been a couple more. But if the Universe granted Me all of My wishes, I suppose I could wish to shit gold bricks and sing arias, and then we'd see a whole new side of My journeys.

        Spring is in the air indeed, as notable by activity at the dungeon, in My mailbox, and on My networks. I've even had another visit from My ass-destruction masochist... I should name him something. Cockhole? Alright. That will do. Although it doesn't really do justice to the masochist side of him, which you can observe in all it's glory on your right. It seems he was getting a little too excited for his own good. No worries, Doctor Brian has the cure for any and all wayward erections! They are called hypodermics. I particularly enjoyed giving Cockhole his very first taste of needle play... right on his throbbing cock. I also learned a whole new set of sounds that an adult man can make when in pain, so hooray for education!

        I could have put a few more in there, but seeing how there was an electro-plug inside of him and I had already brutalized him with other medical implements (all necessary for his health, I assure you), I decided three would be a fair introduction. And since I wasn't trying to earn a prize in crotch needlework, I decided to be a bit haphazard with it. Fun times!

        If you're out in Old City at some point, be sure to stop by the Kink Shoppe (126 Market St, Philadelphia, PA 19106) and check it out. This new store has just opened and has a good selection of reasonably priced toys, as well as custom St. Andrew's Cross and custom paddle options. The owner is friendly, and hopes to eventually carry more quality local items, as well as provide classes and resources to the community. Mistress Gwen and I were supposed go in today to discuss some ideas with him... perhaps tomorrow afternoon. Oh, by the way, this wicked cane you see in the adjacent picture is actually from them, and was a great bargain! I took a few swings with it that evening at the Bike Stop, and have been using it with some regularity since that night. Do stop in to look or pick up something. And follow their Twitter (@KinkShoppe)!

        Finally, I will close off My post with a bit of great news! I have finally finished the mammoth editing of the four opening fetish videos for My Clips4Sale Studio. This has been a mammoth endeavor for Me, mainly due to lack of production resources. My once-prosumer HD camera's transfer format is no longer in existence, and footage can only be transfered to select machines developed between 2006 and 2010. The computer I am currently working on, which is not My own, fits those specifications, but is not really built to be a video workstation. Add a lack of proper transfer media, an emergency camera operator, shady network transfers, and My general obsession with presentation, and I have been editing these videos almost daily for over three weeks. A lot of this has been rendering, trash dumping, transcoding, and just fucking about with video that threatens the very temperature of this computer.

        I have turned in My application for My Studio and still need to hand them copies of My identification and tax information. I don't want to hastily throw the preview clips on here without reference back to the full video, so I will have a post full of kinky, fetishy moving pictures for you in the next 36h. However, here are eight promotional stills directly lifted from the videos, two from each, for your perverted pleasures:

"Kiddo's First Checkup"

"Kiddo Gets Beaten Until He Cries"

"Bound Dean Cums"

"Dean is Teased... and Tortured"

        You can see the full preview sets by going to My XTube page, with no sign up required! This is also where I will upload My previews, so be sure to keep Me in your porn folder.  I hope to have seven preview clips uploaded by tomorrow night, and full-video downloadable options in the Studio in a variety of formats.

        A ginormous thanks to the people who have helped make this possible: Goddess Destiny, for letting Me use Her wondrous space to film; Switch Samantha, for being My trusty (albeit at times shaky) camerawoman; Dean and Kiddo, for subjecting themselves to these four scenes and being so patient with Me; to Valentine, for holding My fist back when I had intentions to drive it through the MacBook screen; and to My One for helping with with the logistics and legal aspects of it all. Thanks, y'all!

Jersey Rocker Photos!

Remember when I said I had pictures taken by Jersey Rocker Productions at The Aviary? Well he's so quick he's already gotten them back to Me! So here's a couple of My favorites. As usual, the full set is available on My FetLife profile. Bask in My narcissism:

My Ten Commandments (repost 07/09/12)

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.

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These are My Ten Commandments if you wish to come see Me. I had been toying around with the idea of writing My own list of rules and requirements for sessions so that everyone could see. Most are simple and common sense, but it seems that people are idiots. Failure to abide by these rules will result in the incursion of My wrath. Repeated transgressions will result in My throwing you out of the dungeon.

1. Honesty: You MUST tell the truth at all times, even if you can not or will not follow a direct order. Even if I will “never know that you are lying.” First of all, I will know. Second of all, trust can not be based on lies, and will never be fulfilling if it is. I am not a part of your outside world. I am part of your inner world, and I demand absolute honesty and truthfulness from you. What you say remains with Me.
2. Obedience: I am in charge and that means you must follow My orders. A servant’s heart means that My will is more important than your own and My pleasure comes before your own. Does it hurt? The answer is not important. Are you obeying Me? That is the question you should ask yourself.
3. Respect: I am Sir Brian. Never dude, man, bud, etc. Never fail to address Me properly before speaking to Me or at the beginning of a communication. My preferred form of address is “Sir,” and I reserve “Master” exclusively for those who train under Me, and then, it is still their choice whether to call Me “Sir” or “Master.” You will answer questions clearly, maintain proper posture, and ask permission to speak.
4. Gratitude: Always say thank you. If I punish you, thank Me. If I reward you, thank Me. If I speak to you, thank Me. You are thankful for everything that I give to you and everything that I take from you. Show it.
5. Control: If I see you more than once, we will establish rituals and individual rules for you. They may include what you can wear, how and when you contact Me, or even tasks outside of your time with Me.
6. Chastity: I am a professional Dominant, as well as a lifestyler. My lifestyle choices are My own. I prefer to keep My submissives in chastity during their time with Me, but I understand some things are limits for everyone. I still expect chastity from you. I will never “get you off” or tolerate your open sexual desire for Me. You are not to fantasize about Me, unless it be to realize what you will never be worthy to have.
7. Worship: To you, I am a god. That means I expect to be worshiped. How do you worship Me? You praise Me, you obey Me, you learn how to please Me, you follow and don’t try to lead, you communicate with Me, you tribute Me, you are humble, loyal, dedicated, and respectful.
8. Loyalty: I expect you to communicate fully openly with Me. Tell Me what is going on in your life, who you are meeting, and what you feel. Have no secrets. Do not hide things from Me you think I do not wish to hear. “Thou shall have no other gods before Me,” I think is the phrase I am looking for. And as such, I wish to know everything there is to know about you.
9. Attentiveness: Your attentiveness will show you are worthy. This spans a lot of things, from knowing this list of rules and be able to recite them, to knowing how I like My coffee (handed to Me… not I’m not joking, but for reference, I like it with 2-3 sugar substitutes and cream) to having proper spelling, grammar, and sentence if you communicate with Me through writing. Unintentional occasional mild spelling errors will likely be overlooked, but I won’t have written communication with someone who cannot string a sentence together, is functionally illiterate, gives one-word answers, or seems unable of having an intelligent thought process.
10. Release: If I am regularly training you, and you wish to be released, you will ask respectfully to be released. You will understand that as long as you are under My control, you give up your right to decide to just walk away. If I determine that the problem can not be sufficiently resolved, I will allow your release. However, a good faith effort will be required from you. A two-week “trial separation” period in which you are making the effort to stick it out must take place before it. During this time you must consider why you want to be released, and prepare Me a two-page writing telling Me these reasons. If at the end of two weeks, you are still certain, come in for a final session, hand Me your writing, and you will have your release.