The past
After pressure of work and health over the Summer and early Autumn I am now back and largely eager to get on with things. This does not mean that I have been idle, far from it, but I have not been having sessions as regularly as I used to. That has changed again thanks to better free time and a greater freedom to accommodate.
Just for those who had thought, or indeed hoped, that I had died, sorry to disappoint!
So, where to begin?
Andre
Andre has gone from strength to strength as my Alpha and we have tried new things, most notably Electro. In an earlier entry I had mentioned that it is something that we had both wanted to try, and thanks to the assistance of my mate Master Nick, were able to in early Summer. And it was good fun, especially in combination with toys (another Andre favourite), another barrier broken for both of us. Of course for Me and him there are many more, but also plenty of time in which to discover them. In the meantime he and I have had a few more sessions when we have been able to fit them in.
Natt and Fashion
That leads to Natt and the ‘Fashion Show’. Now, every so often bois ask you for favours, and this was one of them. Natt had arranged a Fashion Show at Central Station a few weeks ago and asked me to take part. Once I had stopped laughing it became clear he was serious and I agreed (well, it was for charity). In the end it was more like a revue than anything. I was, oddly, the only ‘man’ on stage: the rest were lesbians or trannies. The latter included Natt which made it harder to do any form of stage show, especially as I kept grabbing his hair and pulling the wig askew. I had not realised he had wanted to do something like this, or I would have brought a boi specifically dressed and primed for the role. I also stepped in last minute to cane an middle-aged tranny (whose partner failed to pitch up) and learned a lot in the dressing room about Basques (and I do not mean the sort from around Guernica). But, well, the audience seemed to like it, money was raised, and it was certainly a diverting evening.
Peter
In the audience was Peter. Now Peter in 19 but with a fairly sensible head on his shoulders, and we have known each other for nearly a year. It has become a very strong daddy/son relationship but he is edging towards wanting to be trained. Truth be told I am letting this one develop at its own pace: at that age it is just a matter of holding the doors open and seeing if they go in, pushing lads over the threshold rarely works. So this week he went to SM Gays night at The Hoist. I had some worries about this. Primarily, if it was a slow night, he may not like it. But, it was not a slow night (although I have been to better) and he loved it. Deliberately I had brought along no other bois (besides, Andre and Sean are out of the country and the other two were working) to allow me to be out of the Master role. The smoking ban also made it possible to come in fabrics rather than leather and not stink of smoke on the way home.
So I have told Peter that if he wants to come with me again he can, but on a Saturday he will have to come as a boi. Not sure that he is ready for that boi-space just yet but he is not too far away either. And, of course, there are other places to take him to as well. Another little revelation is the Hoist’s shop, where I managed to find some boots for Peter; all to the good.
The Future
Between now and Christmas I do not expect to take on any more bois: four is quite enough and some I know I have neglected. So, over the next month and a half it is going to be a matter of whipping three into shape and seeing what happens with Peter. Of course, if an offer I cannot refuse comes along…
M
