As I pulled out my floggers for tonight's scene my hands caressed the long black leather strips. I gripped the rigid handle and tugged on the loops to make sure they were sound. I inspected each flogger for damage and cleanliness. Knowing I would find none, as they were meticulously taken care of.
While I laid them on the bed next to the rope and cuffs I couldn't help but think about when I had learned to flog; it was years ago. Always curious, I had been invited to a local lifestyle convention by a couple I knew.
Although expensive, I knew that there would be plenty of ass and the Thursday night "Leather and Lace" theme night intrigued me.
I read up on their site of what was expected. Single males were frowned on unless invited, suppose I had been lucky there. There was a dress code for the evening, as you had to be clothed in leather or lace to be admitted.
Also, exhibitions of different BDSM disciplines were to be held earlier in the day. Very curious and interested in the spankings, floggings, and shibari exhibitions, I planned to try to make it to all of them.
I began to do some homework before the convention. Luckily, we had booked our rooms early enough to get ones close to the pool area and with direct access to the party suites.
I wondered on my wardrobe and visited a local leather shop. The owner of the small shop "Lady L leather" eyed me as I entered. She was middle-aged, slightly overweight and quite intimidating.
The smell of the fresh leather overwhelmed me. God, how I love that smell. I slowly entered, walking past the racks of chaps, pants, vests, and corsets. There were toys, collars, chains, and various other items I had no idea existed covering the walls.
As I approached the counter, I peered inside the glass display. Cock rings, cages and ornate nipple clamps filled the case. The beauty of a glass butt plug caught my eye. It had a long pony like tail coming from it with a multi-colored glass inset.
The quiet sound of porn behind a curtain caught my attention. I began to speak to the woman behind the counter, who I later learned to be Lizabeth "Miss, do you know if your leather pants come in a 36" length?" She stood and looked at me as if gauging and evaluating my question for a moment.
"Of course, baby," she said. "We create most leather garments here to fit," she said matter-of-factly. The "baby" spun my head for a moment, as it was obvious it was not a term of endearment, but more an acute observation on her part.
I was always in control and had a natural dominating presence. This was a foreign feeling for me. Stepping outside of my area of expertise was quite intimidating for me. I swallowed my pride, but stood straighter as we began to discuss the pants.
She was quickly very personal and somewhat intrusive. I felt her hands on me, touching, feeling my hips, thighs, eying me. Yes, she had a fabric tape measure, but it didn't seem like she was using it.
"Finally," she muttered, "It's too fucking hot for leather pants."
"Yes," I agreed. That day in Vegas was nearing 120. "They are for a party in a few months," I confided. Her eyebrows rose, showing her curiosity.
"And, where is this party that requires you to wear leather pants?" she asked, eyeing me again.
"Actually, I need a whole outfit and it is the Lifestyle convention." I said quietly. She chuckled to herself as her composure softened. Her change in demeanor helped put me at ease.
"Honey, let's find you something suitable," she purred. Grabbing my hand she led me throughout the store. She questioned me about my plans for the convention. After she had heard of my interests, she began sharing some experiences of "when she was younger."
It was then that I noticed that the porn memorabilia on the walls featured her, and apparently her now husband. I found out that it was he who was watching porn in the backroom as he worked on various leather items.
I looked at several cover photos. Here was Lizabeth crying, pinned, red, swollen, covered with come and various other bodily fluids. My cock grew as I thought perhaps there were others out there that enjoyed the same things that had always excited me.
Having learned my name she brought me back to her with a soft, "Michael." She asked about my date as we neared the wall of collars, leashes and bindings. "I'm going with a couple friends of mine," I confessed, "no date."
Her eyes glowed as she shook her head slowly. "Your life is going to change in a few months. Soon you will be looking for someone with whom you can share this lifestyle," she said, as if from experience.
"I really cannot wait," I blurted out. She smiled as she turned around and picked out a jet-black shirt for me. As she looked over the belts, we again discussed the different things that I thought would interest me at the convention. The spankings, domination, submission, rope work, exhibitionism, at each topic she just shook her head.
"Do you think you could hit someone?" she asked. "A woman more accurately?"
Obviously flustered, I looked to the ground. "Well, I've spanked plenty of girls," I was finally able to get out.
"No honey, if a girl asked you to slap her, make her raw, leave marks, could you?" she asked.
I had never done anything like that; I mean, I had had plenty of rough sex. This was not to say I hadn't thought of it plenty of times.
"I think I could," I answered, smiling.
"Well, why don't we find out on Friday?" she quipped.
