Mr. S Leather

If you haven’t been to Mr. S Leather in San Francisco, CA, then you are seriously missing out. It is the biggest and baddest kink and fetish store around. While it largely caters to the gay male community, it still has plenty to please any pervert.

So, of course, whenever the opportunity arises, M and I stop by Mr. S.

M has been a customer for years, but he just introduced me to this wonderful (and admittedly, initially terrifying) store about a year ago. Oh the difference a year makes… No longer the shy girl out of her depth, M’s previous assessment of my reaction at The Stockroom in LA is appropriate even now: I was a kid in a candy store.

One of the truly great things about Mr. S is that the staff are incredibly helpful, incredibly knowledgable, and incredibly nice. On a prior trip to Mr. S when M had been considering a particular cockring, they encouraged us to go into the dressing room and “try it on”. If you have any questions — and I mean *any* — they will try to help, and often come up with great solutions to challenges or suggest the perfect product.

While the damage was not insignificant to my bank account, it could have easily been much worse. As anyone into kink and BDSM knows, it is typically not a cheap hobby. But it is a ridiculous amount of fun. And I finally own my own pair of fancy locking wrist restraints.

Dear M…

Regarding this, I suspect you already know the answer, but I will say “most of it”. Perhaps a different mask and/or gag (you probably know the ones I have in mind), but you already know how much I enjoy electrifying experiences and being tied up… ;)

Add this to the wishlist? – xoxo, B

Kinky Comfort

Trying to fall asleep by myself in bed last night, I could do anything but sleep. I eventually gave up and reached for a vibrator and a mask to see if that would help me relax and drift off. It was quick and nothing special, but it did the trick to relax me… just not enough to fall into slumber.

I pulled the neoprene hood off. It’s one of my favorites. I love it when M wears it. I really like wearing it. It’s surprisingly comfortable and sexy, with only an opening for the mouth and chin.

I pulled the hood off and tried to relax, tried to let sleep overtake me. And then it hit me. And I pulled the hood back on and just laid there in the dark. And it was exactly what I needed.

When M puts me in the sleepsack, I’ve come to beg him to tighten it around me. It’s made for him, and so I have space to move around inside it, but I beg for him to tie the straps tightly around me.

The hood was similar in a lot of ways. It was comforting. Wearing it made my mind forget about everything else that was racing through it, and instead focus on that feeling.

I eventually slipped the hood off again, and fell asleep thinking about the next time M will tighten the straps around me and slip that hood on me. It was exactly what I needed.

M jokes that when we stop dating one day, that I’ll be like his previous girlfriends, and shrug off the kink, giving it up when I give up him. I hope that day doesn’t happen, but even if it does, I now know that kink won’t be disappearing from my life.