I did it. Finally, after close to 10 years, I’ve committed to a waist size and purchased a pair of leather pants that are being custom made for me in Toronto. I should have them by the end of June, definitely in time for Folsom Street Fair (September 25th, 2005 to you Mr. Jack Hampster). I walked up to the stunningly beautiful woman in a red leather and floral corset and was browsing thru her selection of pants, chaps and other leather items for sale. She stated simply that she had nothing that would fit my lovely frame, but she’d love to customize a pair for me. I shared with her of the trials and tribulations of my endless search for a pair of well fitting leather pants, or chaps that would fit around my large thighs (from my cycling days). Every pair of pants I tried ended up being too tight in the thigh and seat (from my large ass, I’m assuming).

As we were discussing this, I realized that this was the time to commit. I had a good feeling about this woman and her husband, and described the exact design of pants I’ve been looking for. I’ve been dreaming of a pair of chastity pants ever since my first trip to Mr. S Leathers in San Francisco with Mr. David who talked me into trying on a pair of latex chastity shorts that secured at both the waist and thigh with locking belts.

The pants were described to her as follows:

I wanted the style of pants I was holding in my hands, a simple, low-rise pant without pockets and a slightly bulged codpiece with zippers on each side of it. The additions I requested were to have leather loops added to the zippers allowing them to slide over the belt fitted with a padlock, thus securing them to me. In addition to this slight change, I requested colored piping along the sides to match my latex chaps and most of my other fetish wear.

She directed me to her husband, who was the tailor, to measure me and get a better idea of what he would be making for me. As he pressed his hand into my crotch, he stopped, looked up with a glint in his eye and stated “There are only three people who can truly do this to you. Your tailor, which is me, your doctor, and your lover.” I added that he could also add most men in leather bars and the guys selling raffle tickets by the length of your inseam for $10.00 vs. the option of 5 or $5.00.

I handed him my credit card and finalized the deal, happy that in a month’s time, I’d have the very pants I’ve dreamed of for well over 10 years.

As I was departing the leather mart, I walked by my ex, the cowboy, who had doubled in size since he broke up with me and smashed my abilities to love easily, and he barely registered inn my head. I saw him. He saw me. Neither of us acknowledged the other, and for the first time in many years, I was perfectly ok with it. Earlier in the weekend, I ran into him, and it shook me for a moment. I paused and took a deep breath and resumed my activities without too much difficulty.

I headed upstairs to meet with Scott from DC to hang out with him for a moment, and my day took an entirely different turn than I had planned or expected. He was with his friends and hotel roommates, Mark, Jeff and Chris and they were headed back into the leather-mart to do some final shopping. Halfway thru the mart, Jeff stopped me alone and told me that shortly, he was going to take me back up to the room and tie me up and have some fun with me. I instantly got a little erect at the thought, which of course, he noticed and smiled, walking ahead of me towards the rest of the group.

That little comment, turned into a lovely 4-5 hour session of bondage in their adjoining rooms involving, from what I could make out, 6 men. There was a lot of rope, duct tape, ice, and a hood involved, among other things that I couldn’t quite make out. I was hog tied for the first time and flogged for the second time in my life and it was an amazing experience, much more intense than my initial flogging experience.

I was duct taped to one of the chairs in the hotel room, transferred into the other room and further tortured. It was delightful and that’s all I’m going to share on the subject.

I have received invites from most of the guys involved, and I’m looking forward to taking them up on the offers. I think I’ve made some friends, and sure hope to hear from them again.

Well, I’m beat from the activities and I’m off to bed. FYI, there was no actual sex today, just a lot of rope-work, duct tape, and ice. A lot of Ice. Use your imaginations on that one.

Good Night!