First Look

Dragon Tales

6/10/2010

By Dragon Head

 FIRST LOOK

      I have been interested in Leather for a long time, but I had always been wary of acting on that interest.  That worked for me for a long time.

    Of course, there were brief excursions into Leather along the way.  I would go out, have a good time, and ever so often, a "Leather" experience was part of the mix.  I remember almost always having a great time, but the "Leather" experiences were isolated, and never part of a whole.  Indeed, I never took any of these experiences to be a part of me, but rather as something that just happened to happen to me.
   
    Over the years, my curiosity continued to grow...and yes, there was always someone who was willing to " show me" their kink, "show me", as in do their kink to me.  Whether it was a complete lack of trust on my part, or being scared shitless at the thought of having ANYTHING done to me, I never accepted any offers. To this very day, I still like to be the "doer", as opposed to being the "doee" in any encounter.  I know, the proper terms are top/bottom, or dom/sub, but none of those terms were part of my consciousness at that point in time.

    Coming face to face w/ my interest in Leather, and owning up to same, came almost by accident.  A good friend invited me to a Meet and Greet for his club on MOTHER'S DAY,  2006.  The E-VITE (an electronic invitation) stated that after visiting Mom, I should plan to come to his home where his club would be meeting. I don't remember if he said exactly what the nature of his club was, only that he thought that I would find it very interesting. And why not?  I found him to be a very dynamic individual, and I was flattered by the invitation.

    I arrived promptly, just as the club was finishing up the Business Meeting.  Each of the men in that room was attired in some Leather/Fetish wear...one man wore a leather butcher's apron, a jockstrap and a pair of boots...still another was shirtless, wearing a harness w/ a strap that disappeared into the front of his jeans...a third sported a collar, an elaborate leather vest, jockstrap and lace-up boots, and so it went.  They all looked as though they were ready for a SERIOUS play party, but we were all there, in this man's apartment for a Meet and Greet on a brilliant Sunday afternoon in May.  This didn't look like any of the Meet and Greets that I had ever attended!  I had to figure out a way to get out of this. Think man, think!

    During the Meeting, I kept trying to think up ways to make an emergency exit, gracefully.  My thinking was that I would go the bathroom, and stay in there just a bit too long.  When I came out, I would tell everyone that I was not feeling well, and that I had to go.  The only thing was, my timing was off  that day.
   
  Great guys, and I enjoyed the Meeting and all of it's spectacle, even if my heart was in my mouth for the whole time.  Everyone was really into it, each man telling of great tales, past and present, as well as deeds that he hoped to perform in future outings. Very heady stuff!  Did I mention that I was overwhelmed?

    After what seemed like an eternity, I managed to get up the nerve to say that I was leaving.  I followed a gentleman into the elevator and onto the street.  This same gentleman would later become an important mentor, and a very good friend.  My head was reeling, and it was good to be out of there.  I remember thinking, "Well now you've done it!  All those years of tipping around the edge, and there it all was, IN MY FACE!"

    When we spoke the following day, the man who invited me slyly asked,  "Did we scare you away with all of our leather?"