Boy's Birthday
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Should have thought about that before asking shouldn't you, boy?
Today's Document
Xuebing Du

oozey mess
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins
KIROKAZE
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RMH
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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Not today Justin

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Kaledo Art
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@realworlddominant
Boy's Birthday
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Should have thought about that before asking shouldn't you, boy?

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Important Message
I don't know how many people are still around to read this but I need to share either way.
11 years ago on the night of the 16th/17th January 2008 I met a guy. Little did I know that the club barman I met by chance would later be the most important man in my life, the best boy I could ever hope to meet and the guy I would drive through the night to propose to while he was away at school.
@realworldsubmissive I know I don't need to tell you how much you mean to me but I'm going to say it anyway. Love you, my special boy. Always.
Have you decided where you'll be after tonight yet, sir?
I have and for the time being the answer is that I won’t be. It took a lot of persuading on @realworldsubmissive‘s part to get me on Tumblr and at the moment none of the alternatives are particularly viable for me unfortunately.
@realworldsubmissive has, like many people, moved to BDSMLR though so please do follow him there under the same name. He’ll be sharing some of my old posts as well as the occasional extra thing I tell him to.
I’ll still be contactable here and for those of you who I haven’t found a way to stay in touch with yet, thank you for being part of mine and my boy’s life for the last few months.
Where can we find you after the 17th of December?
I haven't entirely decided whether you will yet. @realworldsubmissive said in a recent reblog that assuming his blog isn't deleted he'll continue to share what he can within the new guidelines and I'll do the same. We never set out to make porn blogs but to share aspects of our life, the lessons we've learnt and the experiences we've shared. Unless and until Tumblr has a problem with that I'll carry on too.
In the interests of creating a better, safer and more positive environment for Tumblr users while also maintaining the kink element of this blog, I have decided that all future images I share will be from the POV of a blindfolded sub.
Warning: these may be explicit in their implication.
Warning: These may become a tad repetitive.

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I wonder what it is about boys which makes even the most mundane of tasks, the laundry for example, seem like an invitation for something more.
To me, no matter what @realworldsubmissive is doing he's always my partner and my boy and I always seem to find the best angle to watch by.
Told you I’d find a better use @realworldsubmissive
Is this the whole video or was the shot…
😏
😎
…cropped?
Is that a puppy pun penalty or puppy pun points, @sir-erik
Told you I'd find a better use @realworldsubmissive
No, Sir @realworlddominant, that is not made any better by being bathed in rainbow light!
There's other things I could be doing with it, boy.
I call this one "Pride in Submission"

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"What are you doing, Sir?"
"Nothing, boy, you just get on with what you're doing."
Some musing...
As I continue my exploration of BDSM and of myself, I am finding that I am sometimes uncomfortable with labels and titles.
There are some things that feel good and natural to me. When my SIR calls me boy, it feels good and right. When one of my boys calls me Sir it also feels good and right. It’s all very in-the-moment and heartfelt. It’s one of the elements of D/s that adds richness to the entire experience for me.
But when it comes to describing myself or being addressed by somebody I don’t know well, I get uncomfortable. By what I believe is fairly common understanding, I am currently a ‘switch’. When somebody other than one of my boys addresses me as Sir, I don’t really care for that unless it is clear to me that the usage is just one of politeness. After all, I was raised to address people I don’t know as sir or ma'am, and I still do this. But it seems somewhat fraught in the kink world! A dominant that addresses me as boy without having negotiated ahead of time for a D/s exchange between us is just asking for a cold reception on my part. :-)
Often times, when somebody I don’t know addresses me as Sir, it comes across as an unasked question, a request for me to take them in hand. Addressing me as Sir in this context bothers me. I would far rather they just directly ask for the attention they seem to be seeking in a roundabout manner. In written form, sir is just fine, but Sir is a bit… forward in that context. I’m sure others feel differently. Until we have established that there will be an exploration of a more personal nature, I’d really prefer people just address me directly by name (or alias in FetLife, Recon, etc.) or mister or friend or… you get the idea.
Admittedly, this is just a very small issue. But it is a small issue that feeds into awkwardness. This musing gives me a glimmer of understanding why social norms of protocol come into play… reducing awkwardness in social context, providing an inherent level of communciation as well as a useful substrate of sorts for further exchanges.
Strip all this away, and I’m just me, whoever that is, whatever I may be. In the end, the essence of my exchange with another human being is what matters and the labels and titles hopefully don’t enter into it.
This is something I can completely relate to and I often make the point in replying to anons or even messages which involve ‘Sir’ that I haven’t earnt that title from the individual in question. Absolutely in agreement that ‘Sir’ in writing from someone I don’t know comes across as presumptuous rather than respectful.
I feel like what matters is the understanding of whatever dynamic comes to exist between the individuals concerned. Words are inherently loaded and carry baggage, meaning and expectation with them - titles even more so. Launching straight in to their use places an immediate burden on all concerned to behave in a certain way and conform to a set of rules which haven’t even been established yet.
It’s Sam until we’ve agreed otherwise.
What happens when @realworldsubmissive asks to be unlocked during Locktober.
Intense Evening
I came home last night to a sight which made me want to act. I’ve been there before, especially with @realworldsubmissive, where he’s positioned in such a way which would otherwise be totally innocent but makes me want to do something more.
Last night was one of those nights and I couldn’t contain myself. I’d already given him a brief reminder spanking and had him curled up on the floor during a TV show for an hour but after that was done I felt compelled to go for it. He was laying there, half curled up and looking so innocent despite all the evidence to the contrary. He was in a black jock, a collar and of course he was wearing his cage for Locktober. I was still mostly fully-dressed from a day at work.
So I stood up and lifted him bodily from the floor so that I could carry him to the bedroom and deposit him on the bed. I told him to roll on to his side so that all I could see was the curve of his spine down over his ass framed by the jock as I lay down behind him.
My finger traced the length of his spine from neck to tailbone and back up again. This always his body arch and twist under nothing more than the gentlest of pressure. I ran it back up, teasingly slowly so I could watch him react to my touch, waist twisting, shoulders contracting and his head lifting back as I played up to the back of his neck.
From the back of his neck I ran my hand, flat now, up over the side of his head and down his cheek. As it passed over the front of his throat he tensed, just for a second, in that moment of not knowing my intentions but I carried on down to his recently shaved chest and brought my hand to a stop right on his breastbone. I could feel his chest rising and falling with his breathing, his heartbeat strong and steady but quickening as my other hand ran over the waistband of his jock and down under his body.
I followed the line of the jock, around his lower back and underneath to the front of his body. My hand flat all the way around as it came to rest on his front. He was trapped now between my arms; one over his side and holding his chest and the other underneath around his waist. Trapped, vulnerable and his almost naked body close against me.
Planting a kiss to the back of my boy’s neck I whispered softly “I love you so much”…
… and held him like that until he fell asleep in my arms.
I found a way to show Sir’s affectionate side in public!
This made me cry
Can't say as I was aiming for crying but that really is a compliment. Hope it was happy tears!
Attention Boys, Pups and All
I have been in very heavy discussion with @sir-erik trying to persuade him as to the best way to help celebrate the middle of Locktober.
I take great pleasure in announcing that we have agreed to have a weekend dedicated to all things pun-ny.
Starting 06:00 BST on Friday 12th and ending midday BST on Sunday 14th we want all the boys, pups and others out there to share the best (worst?) of their wordplay and dad jokes. Bonus points if they are kink related.
Please remember to tag both me and @sir-erik if you post them. Alternatively, simply send them directly to @sir-erik who has agreed to review them all.
Top prize is that @sir-erik might not punish everyone who participates.
Good luck everyone.

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Intense Evening
I came home last night to a sight which made me want to act. I’ve been there before, especially with @realworldsubmissive, where he’s positioned in such a way which would otherwise be totally innocent but makes me want to do something more.
Last night was one of those nights and I couldn’t contain myself. I’d already given him a brief reminder spanking and had him curled up on the floor during a TV show for an hour but after that was done I felt compelled to go for it. He was laying there, half curled up and looking so innocent despite all the evidence to the contrary. He was in a black jock, a collar and of course he was wearing his cage for Locktober. I was still mostly fully-dressed from a day at work.
So I stood up and lifted him bodily from the floor so that I could carry him to the bedroom and deposit him on the bed. I told him to roll on to his side so that all I could see was the curve of his spine down over his ass framed by the jock as I lay down behind him.
My finger traced the length of his spine from neck to tailbone and back up again. This always his body arch and twist under nothing more than the gentlest of pressure. I ran it back up, teasingly slowly so I could watch him react to my touch, waist twisting, shoulders contracting and his head lifting back as I played up to the back of his neck.
From the back of his neck I ran my hand, flat now, up over the side of his head and down his cheek. As it passed over the front of his throat he tensed, just for a second, in that moment of not knowing my intentions but I carried on down to his recently shaved chest and brought my hand to a stop right on his breastbone. I could feel his chest rising and falling with his breathing, his heartbeat strong and steady but quickening as my other hand ran over the waistband of his jock and down under his body.
I followed the line of the jock, around his lower back and underneath to the front of his body. My hand flat all the way around as it came to rest on his front. He was trapped now between my arms; one over his side and holding his chest and the other underneath around his waist. Trapped, vulnerable and his almost naked body close against me.
Planting a kiss to the back of my boy’s neck I whispered softly “I love you so much”…
… and held him like that until he fell asleep in my arms.
Apparently after Locktober comes No!vember, and honestly I’m just glad there are no chastity cage themed puns for December.
Dec-just because I want to-ember. "Deck the boy with cage for chastity" De(ny)cember.