My fetish is my weakness

What does your fetish do to you? Does it make you more insatiable, does it transform you into someone else? Leather is my weakness, on so many levels I want to give in to it even when I know I can't and I shouldn't. I find myself talking dirty to myself in the mirror wanting to touch myself and when I touch myself. "You dirty slut! Look at you, you will do anything for this fabric won't you?" I say breathlessly as I find myself panting out in satisfaction, yet giving in again to leather. It truly transforms me, I feel like it is my armor that makes me powerful, yet weak. Why does leather do this to me? As I write, I think about my pictures both new and old and think about this kinky creature that leather turns me into and I yearn to go to that place where I can be transformed by the power of my leather armor.

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Still here after 10 years

Hello everyone, it has been a VERY long time since I posted here. It's strange, I feel like NO ONE blogs anymore in the podcast age. But maybe this can still be a great way to get my thoughts out, reflect on where I am in 2024 as a leather loving, BDSM practicing fetishist and where I want to go. I was thinking about doing a podcast but I need more time to think about it, it may happen or it may not. To be quite honest, I am surprised I am still on this journey considering where I have been and the highs lows I have experienced. It's the lows that I reflect on a lot and that gets me to thinking about when this journey of exploration may end. But for now, I am grateful for the path I am on. As I look at my last entry, I last wrote 10 years ago. We have been on a collective ride since that time. I've been serving a beautifully cruel and seductive Mistress . Mistress Fontaine means so much to me, She has molded me and has solidified my devotion as Her leather slut toy. Her fi...

Early Fetish Memories

I saw this pic on Facebook the other day. I laughed but then all of my neurons fired and memories were jogged from days past. As a teenager, I wasn't really aware of how deep the fetish that I had for leather was. In junior high, I loved seeing girls in leather bomber jackets but the first time I saw a leather skirt, I was going nuts inside. I don't think my young mind knew how to handle it. (In some ways, I don't think my now 40 something mind can still handle it but anyway) What I didn't know was that I wanted to know what wearing leather felt like, but I didn't have anything that I could wear. So I found cleaner garment bags, you know the long clear plastic bags and I cut holes in for my head and arms and I put it on. It was kind of weird but a bit restricting. Overall, it did the trick for a short moment. I needed something much more restrictive and after looking, I found bags similar to what you see in the photo that I could manipulate just carefully enough t...

Submissive, present yourself well

Good day friends, I thought that today I would blog briefly because this space has been so sorely neglected! Not much has changed in my world, the earth keeps spinning and I keep loving leather! I feel like I say so much on Twitter these days that maybe there is not much I can say on this space. But 140 characters only allows you to say a lot with so little, therefore you have to be savvy with your words. I think over the last few years, I am beginning to approach that level of savvy required for a tweeter to be effective but I have so much farther to go! Since I last blogged, my social media has expanded, contracted, expanded and contracted again. I think the last last downsize my be temporary for a while. I need a new phone and I am trying to figure out how that may happen. But Twitter is still @buspimp (main account) and @thepervertpope (back-up). My tumblr is still up, not as active on it but you can check out all that i'm perving over. 'm also on Instagram as Buspimp. Fe...

A pervert's reboot

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