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The Eagle:On the matter of fetish play and being a medium
14 years ago
Hello again! It's been awhile. 
MaxCarotski came back from his Indiana trip not long ago, sans Lolita (glee!) and having met up with 
Mx_Scade in Ohio. He showed me his pictures, which were good (he is a good photographer, darn him), I cannot claim that Ohio is a boring looking state anymore, so I plead forgiveness from the Ohioians out there. Off the beaten path, I suppose every place has its hidden beauties.
It is true they discussed where I'm going and how I shall get there, which I should be flattered about, even if they think I am a silly sort of cat. Which I am, I cannot deny that! I do like to talk big, and I do make stupid mistakes of judgment, but being newish to this world I could be forgiven some of my transgressions. At least I haven't repressed my desires, especially when it comes to taking on new forms and shapes and such. I suppose that's why I was brought to life, so that I can take on all of my master's desires and tomfooleries without all the inhibitions and worries that he has built up through the years just being human. I can channel his good energies and look cooler than him doing it! It's all good stuff!
So yesterday (I mean Thursday) I went into New York to attend a pup play session at the Eagle, which I had never attended before. Myself and 2 friends arrived rather late, and so missed out on having the company of other pups. So I, dressed and acting as a "master" of sorts (have to work the bugs out on that roleplay!), led my pup around the three floors of the Eagle, all very dimly lit, and filled to the brim with all manner of leather and rubber men. Mmmmmmmm!
Or should I say, meep! I have to admit, I was kinda scared or something wandering around, not knowing anyone, still getting used to being in total lycra coverage out in a public venue. For despite my photos you've seen posted, I haven't gone outside of the confines of my master's house until now. It's one thing to dress up in the comfort of a familiar place, and yet another thing to then go out in front of dozens of strangers in the same wardrobe. My master and I had yet to reconcile such issues, and if it wasn't for the fact that I was wearing a gas mask (hot hot hot) I would have not had any confidence whatsoever. Being totally anonymous, mysterious, helped immensely. Me and my puppy had a good time messing around without any concern for what others around us would think or say, and we were not molested in anyway.
Well...
My one encounter with a total stranger was rather intense. He was an older gentleman, dressed in neoprene wetsuit, with a leather jacket, pants and boots over it. He came right up to me, eyeing me intently (or at least I gathered this, as his eyes were completely obscured by the shadow of his leather brimmed hat). He showed me his chest, and I had to touch it with my leather gloves. We drew closer, navigating some strange course of exploration over each other's bodies. He made me smell his leather through the gasmask, which heightened the aromas intensely, and I rubbed myself all over his body. At no time did he force or coerce, yet he was very assured in his intentions and I was very eager to follow them. I got him off, and I was lost in his gropings and probings until my friends told me it was getting late, and it was time to go. And so we left.
AND I JUST GOT CRUISED! AND USED!!!! YIIIIIIIIIY
"Wait. Hold up! You're saying you actually enjoyed being fondled by a creepy old leather man in some dank pit of a bar? You should rename this journal 'I have a thing for creeps, and I have no common sense!' What's the matter with you, anyways?"
I'll answer in this fashion:
I GOT CRUISED!!!! YIIIIIIIIIY
And given my lack of a crotch zipper, and the protection of my gasmask, it was like wearing a full body condom (hotototototot), so I wasn't worried about picking up some disease. Lycra washes off easily, which is why I like it so!
"What does this have to do with roleplay, and being a medium? How presumptuous you are, you stupid cat!"
It means everything. Dressed as I was, I attracted others and I wanted that attraction. Despite any initial fears, I overcame them and was able to give pleasure to those who wanted it, and derive pleasure from those actions. I was able to channel my master's repressed passions and desires, become completely lost to those superior powers, and reach out to guide him to a new level of feeling and understanding. If that isn't what a medium does, then I need to find another line of work, like selling health insurance.
I'm no mystic. I'm not even versed in magick, with its spells and incantations and potions. I am a fetishist. And I finally understood in no uncertain terms that FETISH is a potent gateway to feeling and perceiving. It did not matter to me that I was some faceless toy to be bandied about, that was how I was to gain entry to that new understanding. One must meet the knowledge halfway or it will not share itself with you. In my gear, with my weak "self" stripped away, I could learn far more. That is something very powerful. And something I will continue to explore for a very long time.
Good night, and may your brief encounters be so revealing!
Dusky Sam
MaxCarotski came back from his Indiana trip not long ago, sans Lolita (glee!) and having met up with 
Mx_Scade in Ohio. He showed me his pictures, which were good (he is a good photographer, darn him), I cannot claim that Ohio is a boring looking state anymore, so I plead forgiveness from the Ohioians out there. Off the beaten path, I suppose every place has its hidden beauties.It is true they discussed where I'm going and how I shall get there, which I should be flattered about, even if they think I am a silly sort of cat. Which I am, I cannot deny that! I do like to talk big, and I do make stupid mistakes of judgment, but being newish to this world I could be forgiven some of my transgressions. At least I haven't repressed my desires, especially when it comes to taking on new forms and shapes and such. I suppose that's why I was brought to life, so that I can take on all of my master's desires and tomfooleries without all the inhibitions and worries that he has built up through the years just being human. I can channel his good energies and look cooler than him doing it! It's all good stuff!
So yesterday (I mean Thursday) I went into New York to attend a pup play session at the Eagle, which I had never attended before. Myself and 2 friends arrived rather late, and so missed out on having the company of other pups. So I, dressed and acting as a "master" of sorts (have to work the bugs out on that roleplay!), led my pup around the three floors of the Eagle, all very dimly lit, and filled to the brim with all manner of leather and rubber men. Mmmmmmmm!
Or should I say, meep! I have to admit, I was kinda scared or something wandering around, not knowing anyone, still getting used to being in total lycra coverage out in a public venue. For despite my photos you've seen posted, I haven't gone outside of the confines of my master's house until now. It's one thing to dress up in the comfort of a familiar place, and yet another thing to then go out in front of dozens of strangers in the same wardrobe. My master and I had yet to reconcile such issues, and if it wasn't for the fact that I was wearing a gas mask (hot hot hot) I would have not had any confidence whatsoever. Being totally anonymous, mysterious, helped immensely. Me and my puppy had a good time messing around without any concern for what others around us would think or say, and we were not molested in anyway.
Well...
My one encounter with a total stranger was rather intense. He was an older gentleman, dressed in neoprene wetsuit, with a leather jacket, pants and boots over it. He came right up to me, eyeing me intently (or at least I gathered this, as his eyes were completely obscured by the shadow of his leather brimmed hat). He showed me his chest, and I had to touch it with my leather gloves. We drew closer, navigating some strange course of exploration over each other's bodies. He made me smell his leather through the gasmask, which heightened the aromas intensely, and I rubbed myself all over his body. At no time did he force or coerce, yet he was very assured in his intentions and I was very eager to follow them. I got him off, and I was lost in his gropings and probings until my friends told me it was getting late, and it was time to go. And so we left.
AND I JUST GOT CRUISED! AND USED!!!! YIIIIIIIIIY
"Wait. Hold up! You're saying you actually enjoyed being fondled by a creepy old leather man in some dank pit of a bar? You should rename this journal 'I have a thing for creeps, and I have no common sense!' What's the matter with you, anyways?"
I'll answer in this fashion:
I GOT CRUISED!!!! YIIIIIIIIIY
And given my lack of a crotch zipper, and the protection of my gasmask, it was like wearing a full body condom (hotototototot), so I wasn't worried about picking up some disease. Lycra washes off easily, which is why I like it so!
"What does this have to do with roleplay, and being a medium? How presumptuous you are, you stupid cat!"
It means everything. Dressed as I was, I attracted others and I wanted that attraction. Despite any initial fears, I overcame them and was able to give pleasure to those who wanted it, and derive pleasure from those actions. I was able to channel my master's repressed passions and desires, become completely lost to those superior powers, and reach out to guide him to a new level of feeling and understanding. If that isn't what a medium does, then I need to find another line of work, like selling health insurance.
I'm no mystic. I'm not even versed in magick, with its spells and incantations and potions. I am a fetishist. And I finally understood in no uncertain terms that FETISH is a potent gateway to feeling and perceiving. It did not matter to me that I was some faceless toy to be bandied about, that was how I was to gain entry to that new understanding. One must meet the knowledge halfway or it will not share itself with you. In my gear, with my weak "self" stripped away, I could learn far more. That is something very powerful. And something I will continue to explore for a very long time.
Good night, and may your brief encounters be so revealing!
Dusky Sam
*pokes ribs in amusement*
*scowls*
Lately I've been taking a very long time to get off with someone else, I actually prefer to have them be satisfied first and foremost, as that means my efforts paid off and I was being selfless about it. If I want to be selfish I'd just masturbate, and can do that whenever I wish, but with another I want to know their needs are met first.
My next encounter will likely be a demonplay with someone I've been chatting with for several months now. It should be hot and intense, and you know I'll talk about it here! Bleh heh heh!