Content note: This post includes kink, BDSM dynamics, and sexual themes (non-graphic).

I am off to London to spend another fun weekend with Cicero!

The dog has been packed off to have her little holiday in the country. I have packed a large trekking rucksack with toiletries and kink gear. It weighs a tonne!

I have my harness, PU “leather” jeans and shorts, a few shiny tops, a few normal T shirts, all my medications packed into tiny pots marked AM and PM (tip to fellow travellers: save the sauce pots from takeaways to use as pill pots), and a variety of toiletries.

The walk to the station was warm because of the heavy bag despite the cold.

I grabbed a coffee from the little wagon outside the station and chatted to the barista. She asked where I was going, “to London for a kink weekend,” I said. She’d never heard of such a thing, so I told it was the London leather weekend. I couldn’t read her expression accurately, but I think she was intrigued!

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It was a beautiful train ride in the golden sunshine, passing the water in Southampton and making me appreciate the city’s beauty.

When the train moved inland, I put some headphones on and tried to have a doze. Not very successfully – too much noise even through the headphones.

Checking in with with Cicero and giving him an update on my arrival time, he said that work was a bit hectic and could I take my time. Fair enough!

So I stopped for a coffee round the corner from his house. The café was like a corridor, and the coffee was like something scraped off the floor of a monkey enclosure and boiled for a week. I couldn’t finish it.

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It was wonderful seeing Cicero again: I couldn’t stop hugging him! He is such a sweet soul. He also has a beagle! Unlike mine, this one is a boy (actually, also a eunuch!), likes to give tongue baths rather than love-headbutts, and also squeaks incessantly. However, he doesn’t stink like my Darcy, so perhaps a smell to fell an elephant is just my beagle and and not something peculiar to the breed.

He also keeps trying to hump me. What can I say? I’m irresistible to puppies! 😱🤣

After catching up on life, he let me go for a lie down before we went out. The dog had other ideas and squeaked at me and licked me before finally settling down for a bit.

Somehow Cicero ordered two pizzas while showering! He does take such his care of me. 🩷

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Hunter was across town, I actually have no idea where – it’s so nice having somebody just take you places.

Inside, there’s a changing area. I slipped off my jeans and put my jacket into Cicero’s leather holdall, leaving me wearing PU leather shorts and my harness. I wasn’t ready to be fully undressed, did Cicero lent me a leather shirt. It was a size too big, but that was ok.

Then he took the collar that he’d bought me out of his bag, I knelt with my hands behind my back and he put it on me.

It was an intensely erotic experience – and a moment that I will carry with me.

For the evening – for the weekend, whatever happened, I was his. He was responsible for me, and I was answerable to him.

Despite all the shenanigans of the weekend, this was the most significant moment.

The music in the main hall was banging – too loud for comfort or communication. But I don’t think anybody was really interested in talking: it was a candy shop of masculinity.

Daddies and Sirs in their full leather getup – peaked caps, jackets, chaps, shirts, even many wearing leather ties. From their belts hung various toys of the trade – paddles, riding crops, and floggers.

The subs and “boys” generally wore much less – they had a lot of skin on display. I became aware if the sheer variety of skin tones, facial structures, and degrees of hairiness. The subs exuded their own version of masculinity – because to choose to submit to another can also be a form of masculinity: it takes strength to relinquish control.

We met with two more of Cicero’s boys – a sweet plump Phillipino guy and a skinny Chinese guy with firm skin. They were full of cuddles and kisses for me and their “daddy”. There was no jealousy – there was enough of Cicero to go around – and the lads were themselves very generous with their affections. I grew fond of them quite quickly.

Perhaps I should take a moment to explain what is meant by “daddy” and “boy” – it’s not pretending to have some kind of incestuous relationship, it’s describing a power transfer where one takes responsibility and control, and the other consents to surrender. The players in the dynamic do not have to be older for daddy and younger for the boy – indeed, I regard Cicero as my daddy and he’s about ten years younger than me!

Returning to the story of this night, the beer was disgusting and the worst thing I’d ever drunk. Indeed, I’d not have been surprised to find that this was second hand beer. I drank perhaps a quarter of it before I decided that I didn’t need to suffer in this way. I couldn’t even give the stuff away!

The music wasn’t going to distract anybody from playing: it was just rhythmic noise. Nothing to sing along to.

My Southampton Dom was also at Hunter. It was kinda cool to see him and not to only know Cicero there, but it also felt odd! He was pleased to see me though! He introduced me to his gimp, whom he led around by a lead. It felt strange, and perhaps uncomfortable for me, because I have a strong connection with Cicero, but with the Dom fellow it is only about the role play – there is no emotional connection.

There was a raised area, with various kinky apparatus on it – a St Andrew’s Cross being demonstrated by a sequence of Doms and subs. I wondered if I’d get to have a go.

Being a public blog, I won’t go into much more detail about the evening – however, I will say that I had my first experience of a dark room and an orgy.

This night was one of firsts, however again with the recognition that this is a public forum, I will only summarise them here. A few reflections from the night:

• I learnt that something you fantasise about can be less fun if you’ve not been gotten in the mood for it. I’d always fancied a “golden shower”, but when it just happened and I wasn’t expecting it, I didn’t get to really enjoy it.
• From that, it occurred to me that the fellow should have sought my consent. I might have said yes … I’d certainly have removed Cicero’s leather shirt that he’d lent me!
• Finally – size doesn’t matter nearly as much as I thought it did!

That’s your lot! We stayed there until closing time, when Cicero organised an Uber for us to get home – bringing his two other subs with us.

I guess one’s first foursome is less remarkable if one has already participated in an orgy 😈😂.