Star Trek: The Nude Generation

It felt late when we got up, but it was only eight-thirty, or there abouts. It felt lazy and delicious to just lie in bed.

Downstairs, Cicero put Star Trek The Next Generation on and we watched it starkers! We compared the handiwork of our surgeon and how the healing is progressing – we are both past patients of Dr Aguilar at the Mexico Transgender Centre.

At the time of writing, he’s only about nine weeks post-surgery. It has healed very well indeed! It’s still a bit more stringy than mine, but that will change with time and regular massages with bio oil.

Fetish Freak

We took a bus and a couple of tubes to Fetish Freak in Oval, London (where the cricket ground is). Today, the trains and buses were more challenging: the bus, had the journey been longer, would have made me travel sick. The tube was too noisy and I found myself jittering and tapping rhythms out on my legs.

You have to ring a bell to go into Fetish Freak: they don’t let any old riffraff in!

The door was opened by Dan, a tower of a man whom I’d heard them talking about yesterday. He greeted Cicero like a much loved relative. That’s how the leather community strikes me: family as well as friends (and lovers).

Inside, it was rammed with leather goods. As you moved through the store, dildos rained down from the overstocked shelves.

There was a box of jumble, containing discounted or second hand items. A pre-loved prostate massager figuratively tickled me. I wasn’t about to put a stranger’s used dildo inside me!

We were there to get me a pink collar for my puppy costume. Cicero knew that if they didn’t have one, that they could get one made for me.

They put me in a pink and black leather harness and showed me how to wear it. It felt very good. Then, to try for fit, I was handed a yellow and black collar. I went to put it on.

“The sub should never put on their own collar!” I was told by Dan. Being collared by Dan would have been powerful. Being collared by Cicero made my knees go weak.

The fit was good, so Dan measured it and then made a few phone calls. He will let me know when it’s ready. Perhaps I will collect in person!

The bell rang, and somebody we’d meet at Paunch the night before came in. I do not know how I did it, but I recalled his name. He was impressed!

He had come in to collect a rubber wrestling costume that he’d had repaired because it had developed some holes. He was a little shy of trying it on, but Dan was such a personality that he was quickly persuaded. It did look very good on him.

Lions, and tigers, and BEARS, Oh My!

The leather social took place upstairs in the Duke of Wellington in Soho. Fortunately, it was quiet to begin with and only filled up slowly.

Unlike the night at Paunch the night before, this was a noisy meetup of friends chatting. Sex was not going to happen here. Most were fully clothed and everybody had “proper” trousers or shorts on (made of rubber, leather, or occasionally denim). The room gradually got crowded and I struggled a bit and I was tapping rhythms on my legs and swaying. There was a lovely guy that Cicero had introduced me to earlier in the evening who was himself neuro-divergent and understood how I felt. That was reassuring.

Another fellow was a little too friendly. He didn’t do anything “improper” other than continually step into my personal space to talk. Every time I stepped back to recreate that space, he stepped back into it. It is one thing to lean in on order to be heard, it’s another to always be invading the space. I’m afraid that I was not assertive and waited for Cicero to come and rescue me. It was, however, very flattering to be so pursued: he didn’t just want to talk, that much was plain!

Cicero was not only generous with his time and his home, he was also sharing his many, many friends. He has many friends because not only is he very sexy, but he is also very kind and has a genuinely affectionate manner.

I was not the only person in a kilt: the current holder of the Mr Leather London was wearing one! I must say – he looked very good in his leather kilt. Hmm! Daddy!

There was a fellow wearing a rubber skirt, there was also a previous holder of the Mr Leather London title – he developed an interest in me!

There was a third past holder of the title there; a much younger chap as sexy as the first, but in a very different way!

There were very many very sexy men there – different from the night before, but many of which I might have enjoyed exploring this with … if I weren’t still married and in an uncertain state. <sigh>

The night wasn’t so long as the previous, and Cicero took me back home, where we watched another couple of episodes of Star Trek TNG. He had to work in the morning.

Farewell to London and Leather

We took our time in the morning. The only imperative was a meeting he had to attend at 0930.

After that, he walked me up to the common, where we had some bacon butties and enjoyed the quiet countryside in the city.

Walking me down to the station, I felt nauseous: I think I was anxious about returning home.

Cicero and I are very different in many ways. For a start, he grew up in Italy (and has the most gorgeous Italian drawl), he smokes, his taste in music isn’t at all like mine, and he does not read much. We both liked Star Trek, but only I love Star Wars. We are united by marriages destroyed by our gender identities. And neither of us are looking for fresh husbands to replace the old.

Yet, I feel a need for him in my life: he awakens something within me. He reminds me that I can still feel – and feel deeply – and reminded me much of what life was like when I was still young and naïve and the world was there to explore.

While I was with him, life’s anxieties melted away. He treated me like a prince(cess?), helping me to relax further – it wasn’t necessary, but it was appreciated!

He regularly checked in to make sure that I was ok, I might have been stimming a lot a times when we were out, but there was no sign that this bothered him. Indeed (oh, he has a magical way of saying “indeed” that sends my knees all aquiver!), even this awkward part of myself felt welcomed.

Even though Cicero had asked me to visit him to escape from from the stress of my relationship, which is making me ill, this wasn’t a holiday where I was running from me but instead I became more me in his company. I really was myself and he encouraged and accepted me. In my mind, that is the role of a leather daddy towards their sub.

We hugged at the platform. He is a new type of friend – somebody physically like me, not a boyfriend or even a Dom, but in different kind of zone. Within that space, I love him very deeply.

I shall have to see him again – and in the not to distant future: he needs to take me to collect my collar.