Date Night

He opened the door for me and I entered. I was the same way every week, on Friday. All week I looked forward to this magical night. The long grueling week at work was over. We entered our home hand in hand. Tonight he had promised me something differ

I AM A LEATHER MASTER (Part 1)

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I AM A LEATHER MASTER (Part 1)

It hasn’t always been that way. I spent many years worshipping all those hot men that I met on the local bbs’s here and in New York and at those Boston bars like 119. What I learned in those days has helped me to appreciate the needs of the slaveboys

Ilsa in Trouble

Vienna, Austria, 1944. Ilsa Hoffmeyer knew instinctively that she was in deep trouble. The two men in leather black trench coats had been following her for the better part of two hours now, “They must be Gestapo,” she thought to herself!!! She du