The 3/4(ish) Year Catch-Up Post
Yes, I’ve been bad and haven’t kept up the whole blogging thing. It’s not because not much has happened – it’s more that I’ve waited so long to write anything that I haven’t known where to start…and the longer I’ve waited, the less I’ve known where to begin!
Overall, it’s been a really positive year so far – I’ve had some amazing fun in gear, had another exciting ride on the back of Boots’ bike as his pillion pup, and spent some time with a very pervy Rubberwulf. On the personal (AKA boring) side of things, I finally managed to get myself a job, so I’m finally doing something productive and feel like a worthwhile member of society (whatever that means). The less boring side to that, however, is that it opens up a world of being able to buy gear again and to finally start my motorbike lessons.
The latter of those two things is still a little way off, but I couldn’t resist getting a new piece of gear. The trouble came in deciding what to get! I’ve seen the dream helmet I know I want, but the rubbery side of me felt like it wanted to be heard. For the first time in what felt like ages, I could finally listen to that voice and get something I’ve wanted for ages – a gimp suit.
Well, a gimp/dog suit actually, from a site called Rub Addiction. Getting the suit wasn’t without its hassles though – their “1 week delivery time” became 2 weeks, but that wasn’t the biggest problem. Somehow, they charged me twice for the suit, and it took me over 2 weeks to get my money back after various emails to and from them (during which time they changed their excuses several times), and a few phone calls to my bank. Would I recommend buying anything from them? Not at all – you have been warned!
The suit itself, however, is a lot of fun. You truly are defenceless inside with no way out. You can squirm around inside, but that’s about it (and it’s a lot of fun for your captors to watch, and easy for them to pin you down). Once on your back, it’s very hard to roll over onto your front to try to walk on your paws (knees and elbows), so it’s often easier to lie there and endure whatever the evil captors have planned for their gimp. It’s a bit big on me, but it’s not really an issue as I know the smaller size would’ve been too tight. The only real issue with it at the moment (despite being my first piece of gear I can’t put myself in on my own!), is that it can be a bit cruel to your circulation – after 45 minutes or so, I always end up with a numb right arm and need to get out. Maybe I just need more practice in it…that’d be a shame.
I’m finding it a lot of fun to stick certain others in as well – and that’s kind of a growing theme for me over the past year or so. I’m really starting to enjoy the mutual side of playing with certain pervs, despite me thinking I would never enjoy topping anyone at all. It’s hard to describe really – maybe I see them squirming and hear them moaning, horny because of me and what I’m doing to them, and get horny knowing that they’ll want some form of “revenge” back on me. Maybe I imagine myself in their position. Maybe I get horny wanting to use them to make me horny and make me shoot.
It’s probably a mixture of all of the above. This isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy helping to top others, I just know that when it’s mutual, it helps a lot, and gets me in the right frame of mind to help me feel confident and horny when topping them.
I’ve still got a long way to go – I’m probably still not that great at topping, but I’d like to think I’m getting better at gimpifying those pervs. The more they control me and push my limits, the more I want my own “revenge” on them, and the more I want to control them back…
Yes, “gimpiness” is another “theme” at the moment – I suppose to me it’s just a state of being horny, used, restrained and controlled in as many ways as possible, for as long as possible. I fantasise a lot about being kept in layers of full-coverage rubber, all locked on and with no choice but to remain inside. No choice but to accept what happens, what is done to me, what I’m forced to do…but then, there’s a few people I fantasise about putting in that situation as well…