You know, straight people are not so bad. Not at all.
I mean, sure they have that cool ability to procreate, show affection in public, and never have to think twice about what word to use to describe their spouse to a stranger, but they generally get such a bad rep about driving minivans to soccer practices, worrying about tax rates, PTA's, and what's on sale at the market. Of course, the same sources would let you believe that most gay men just pity them for not being able to talk about sex at the table and what is put in where when allowed. It's so, so, sad but I guess Ward and June will rule forever and that we homosexuals will just have to try harder to not shame them or look down upon their fashion mistakes. I mean, they can't help it, they were also just born that way too.
While I am obviously kidding because, yes, of course, while we will continue to shame on the fashion mistakes, I think there is a weird misconception that the kinky gays and the kinky straights don't play well together when in reality, that's rather stupid. Further, go out to dinner with me and my crew. After 40 the conversations started to slip to pure domesticity and now, after 50, we find ourselves comparing blood pressure medicines and bragging about who can stay up to 10. We are all the same, proven yet again.
However, to explain where I am going here...
As I write this, I am sitting in a hotel room in Montreal where Jack is under my desk rubbing my legs. It's one of his favorite places to be and one of my favorite places for him to be as well. We are here to see our friends at Steelwerks and have celebrated our friendship with food, drink, laughter, intense and not so intense conversation and, well, more drink. I love these people and my work calendar is even blocked off with the phrase "Christmas with Canadian Family" which, I am sure, has my assistant curious as rarely does Mississippi meet Montreal.
As as part of this trip, I also had the opportunity to hand the boy's leash over to Mrs. Steelwerks yesterday for her to work her magic on him. I told her to do whatever she wanted to do to him as a way of letting him experience the gear and for her to continue growing her expertise levels so she can keep her own boy in line - as if there is any danger of him not ever being compliant. I was there and helped, but she's a tiny woman that casts a big shadow and she was clearly in charge, which was absolutely fine by me. She taught me some tricks, too, but those are for some posts in the future as I am not revealing any new information to the boy until he's in the proper form, the proper place, and with the proper amount of restraint applied. It was an amazing afternoon and there will be plenty of pics to share, trust me.
What made me laugh was about five minutes after the first pic went on Twitter, I got a message saying, "I thought you boy was gay. Is he bi now?" Well, since there is no sex and he was the only one naked, I don't think sexuality factors into that nor do I think it's a deciding factor in how kink should work. In this case there is consent, explicit trust, mutual interests and knowledge resource exchange. How could one even question this? Yes, if you are into women and junk, Mrs S is hot and if I didn't think of her like a sister I could have gone down that path of being all hot and bothered by watching her do some amazing work with Jack, but for those of you who do walk that path, enjoy the vision.
This trip also brought about even more heterosexuals.
On our first night, we met a man (@gimpypup on Twitter) who flew by on his way home to England to pick up his cage. He joined us for dinner and the conversation never stopped, much to the chagrin of the cute little couple on their first date next to us. We talked about dicks, cages, restraints, plugs and more and had the best time doing so. He told me that one of the reasons he was into some of this is from this blog and while swooned silently, he didn't know that he had just made a friend for life at that moment. Our time together was short that night, pup, but I took away so much.
Last night, two MORE straight people joined us for dinner who are friends of the Werks. They are a husband and wife (@lovedenied on the twitter) who have been together almost a quarter of a century and a few years back switched up their marriage to that of a female led relationship. It was officially sealed with a S screw and a plug and from the looks and sounds of it, they have never been happier. I greatly enjoyed meeting these two because they were exactly what I love about so many kinksters who don't live their life in leather and lace. They have careers, kids, and other hobbies, but, the man is this attractive Dad type who nobody would ever guess has a locked dick and a jingling ass at the Home Depot and the ruler of the relationship, is a sexy female executive type who is buttoned up on the outside while her husband's key gently rests between her breasts attached to a lovely chain. They ARE kinky America and I loved that. As he asked the boy if he knew what pegging was, I knew we were going to be fast friends as well. He also said he started this world when he saw a pic of me locked and then the blogs that followed led him to Steelwerks. And, like pup above, he also found himself tagged as a friend for life and/or gained a new stalker.
The thing I loved most about all of this is that sexuality did not matter one fucking bit to anyone at either table. We started with a shared bond of kink and found other connections along the way. I spent today smiling as I just enjoyed that fact. And these days, it's just one more notch on my evolution as a proud kinky professional. Now, stay tuned for more pics
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