16 June 2024

A couple hours after a two-hour drive from San Francisco, I’m back at the homestead feeling good. Spending a weekend with my Daddy and engaging in my Leather Life always helps me feel refreshed and ready to take on the week.

Weekends in San Francisco usually consist of late nights and packed days. The day started at 2 AM with Daddy and I figuring out logistics for upcoming events. One of the big things we figured out was our attendance at Palm Springs Leather Pride, a first for both of us. Getting things squared away this far in advance is always a comfort, we’ve got our tickets and hotel booked. With that, we crept to bed just after 3AM.

The waking hours of the last day in the city were spent in SoMa. The first agenda item: three hours of rope play with Mark Chester.

Usually, our sessions consist of just Mark and I, today was different as my Daddy participated. We’ve been talking about trying out box ties for some time and, due to the nature of the tie, a third person was necessary so we could practice and show one another how it work. Daddy proved to be a wonderful rope demo for us. Watching a tutorial, we set to recreate the tie on our own. I went first and feel like I did pretty well. Honestly, there were elements of the box tie I’d been wanting to try out, namely the cinches beneath the arms. I’d seen these on various harness and was quite happy to learn how to do them. Following my try, we took a break before Mark took rope to Daddy to recreate his own box tie. Mark did great, improvising and making the box tie his own before throwing in a hoist and straps to kick things up a notch.

The session concluded as it does with me torturing Mark’s body with clamps. Him tied to the wall and I taking to tit torture like a sadistic duck to bloody water. I always enjoy our sessions because we learn and play while I get my Sadist’s fix. I’m fortunate to have a willing partner in Mark who enjoys taking pain as much as I enjoy giving it. Having an audience in Daddy provided an exhibitionist element to the scene, making it that much more enjoyable.

Rope marks on Daddy’s arms and chest. Mark’s tender, tortured nipples. My mind and body at ease. The session concluded with something for everyone. Making our way down to the street, I felt a delightful calm, the kind of Dom calm that comes with the conclusion of a great scene. Stepping back onto Folsom Street, the bay breeze felt like a fresh caress softly calling me back to the world again. Before taking to the street, we bid adieu to Mark, trading embraces and appreciation for the time together.

Stowing my gear, Daddy and I made out way to Mister S Leather to pick up a surprise for my Pup while also picking up a little something for myself. There, we chatted with Daddy Robert who gives great hugs and is always great for a brief chat. Exchanging contact information, it was time for dinner.

It being Father’s Day, Daddy chose La Mediterranee for dinner and I treated. He tackled the combo platter while I dug into the chicken pomegranate, a sumptuous meal that hit the spot after three hours of play. We listened to conversations around us and people-watched before heading back to home base.

As always, Daddy and I packed our waking hours with activity and it was time to hit the road. The car loaded, iced coffee made, it was time to tackle the two-hour drive. Kisses and embraces exchanged, I bid adieu to Dad, grateful for his love and grateful for the life I’ve got.

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