So, I went with some furs to a bar in Houston. Wielder decided that we should all wear full rubber to this thing. He put me in a pair of rubber shorts with a zippable flap and a cock hole underneeth, and a longsleeve rubber hoodie. He also stuck a bunny mask on me. To my delight, this event we were going to included many bondage demonstrations, and a guy doing rope suspension who got to try it out on me. Unfortunately, with something to do with my center of gravity being higher than in most men, the ropes were hell on my arms, so we had to stop.

So the night went well, and I told my mom all about it. I feel lucky to have a mom I can tell about things like this, but nothing prepared me for her reaction. Apparently she didn't know I was into bondage. She's into it, and her current husband is not, so she decided to give me her gear. I came home with two sets of handcuffs, and some wrist/ankle bed straps. I told her she was bringing new meaning to the term "bonding". Damn what a weekend.