Monday, 15 May 2017

The Descent of a Pig

So people want to read about filth.  The trouble is that what I get up to can be fairly extreme.  So what some of you reading this may find horny may be too much and repulsive for others.  So use the headings as either signposts or warning signs!  This is a very abridged kink journey with how I started getting into kink and to discovering just how much of a pig I am.  The aspects of Vulferam and Piston are deliberately omitted as they probably deserve to stand alone.

How I got into kink

I think it’s always been there really.  I describe it as an itch deep inside that needs scratching.  My early formative experiences were “fooling around” with a lad who was my age but in the army cadets.  We both said we weren’t gay but we both ended up in camos wanking in a small wooded area at the back of my house.  One time I ended up sucking him off. I’d wanted that for a long time.  Although all the while I’d been going to Church and praying not to be gay.  But I still ended up looking at porn online.  At a time when it took a very long time to download an image over a 14.4k modem…

Aside from the army gear, I also had a thing for tight lycra gear and swimwear.  I got a pair of “skintights” long tight swimshorts that I wanked into on more than one occasion.  And I wanked off into a wetsuit I had too.  I think they were the precursor to the rubber fetish.

Kink gear

The first kink specific gear I got was a pair of really nasty nipple clamps I got mail order when I was 17.  I still have them, and they still hurt like fuck.  But the first time I put them on they were way too much!  I wondered how anyone could ever wear them!  But I played with clothespegs and then some clover clamps and kept using them and eventually learned to enjoy them.  You guessed, now I’m a massive Tit Torture fan.  Almost to the point where I can’t cum unless my nips are getting abused.

I then slowly got some clothing.  A leather waist cost (yes grim I know), some rubber shorts.  As I got older I got into more, and developed kinks for rubber, gasmasks, and well pretty much everything.  Mostly funded by my student loan…


At this point play was very sporadic.  I had some ok sessions and some really bad.   The bad ones taught me how to top, as in time as I discovered my Dom streak I’d flip and use that along with what I had read to give subs better experiences and take them to the places I wanted to go to.  But that said I identified as 100% sub at this point.  But I was a pushy sub.  A very pushy sub, in the worst of ways. I think the worst session I had was with a local Dom who gave me a spanking session.  There was no warm up at all and it was just unpleasant.  Too much too fast on a new meet.  I’ve never actually had the kind of spanking that I’d like to receive.

Becoming a Dom

When I started playing with other guys as part of an open relationship I started to discover that I enjoyed fucking and started taking more of a Dom role.  I started expanding my skills.  On one occasion I gave a friend a really hard spanking, it was a long relaxed session with his ass slowly changing colour.  By the end I was going really hard on him and he was loving it.  I even used a police baton and a baseball bat.  But I ended up stopping as I was drawing blood.  The photo the next day from when the bruising came out was really something…


Well yes, this escalated quickly.  In my early twenty’s it was a hard limit.  But somewhere along the way the idea started appealing and I got watching scat porn.  As time went by I had scat sessions where I got fed, and where I fed and the sub didn’t do so well and puked.  So I fucked them in the mess.  Scat is for me a very headspacey kink.  I have to get on well with the person I’m doing it with and be in the right frame of mind for it to work.  Before doing scat I’ll often not wank beforehand for a period of time and often watch scat porn.  But doing it feels really piggy.  There’s no escaping the fact that you are doing something disgusting and for me that’s the appeal of it.


I fisted as a top for a fair bit.  And I had a false start on being a fist bottom.  I took it once and then not again for a long long time.  So when I owned Storm I decided that I wanted to get fisted.  I set a target to do it before the year was out and did it in 3 months, slightly ahead of target.   Storm and I very much click when playing and we have a heap of filthy fun.  One time in a hotel I farted over breakfast and unleashed a torrent of lube into my jogging bottoms that I couldn’t hide as we walked back to our room.  All of the pack fisted me over London Fetish Week(end) 2016, StormRook and Shadow. We’ve also used baseball bats, Storm and I have been to Hard On in full American Gear (and literally bashed guys with our helmets and annoyed them).  There was also a time when I was being fisted when my howling set the biodogs off howling.  Then on another occasion I literally dragged Storm out of bed after a fist orgy to punch my hole.


By this point I knew full well I was into power.  But I discovered a local pup, Hroar.  He mentioned on twitter about getting his head flushed down the toilet.  I said I was game for it, and the rest is history.  We discussed it and I found a café that had a toilet that was away from the seating area and perfect for use.  So, I bogwashed the filthy pup and even ended up making him do it himself on order.  He’s a subby puppy.  As he is into sissy stuff I then played with public humiliation and made him come out with me in a very short skirt.  That culminated in a pre-Christmas Ann Summers trip where I made him ask to try on a skimpy Christmas outfit and record a video.   While the sissy kink doesn’t turn me on, I certainly enjoy power play.

Going Orange

I guess now I consider myself flagging orange.  I’m pretty open to most kinks by this point.  Weekend just gone I was pissing in an empty bottle for Cannon and Hroar to drink, I fucked Rook in Alert and took his fist and helped Teck pup get his tail in.  A very fun evening!


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