Blog – Page 6 – The Red Wolf

Welcome to a personal exploration of my path in kink, where I share the insights and experiences that shape my own journey. Here, you’ll discover a chronological account of my evolution, starting from key moments like Folsom Berlin in 2006, through earning my collar, and continuing with reflections on various experiences in the BDSM community.

July 20, 2018

Kinky London: party preparations

The plan for the night was the Rubber Gear party in club Fire, and I had all the rubber outfit ready. Or at least the plan A. The unusual (and very much appreciated) heat wave in London made me wonder if the venue for the coming night was going to be hot as hell and I would end melting inside the rubber singlet, so I had the perfect excuse to visit Fetish Freak shop to pick rubber jocks to have as plan B, if required.

July 17, 2018

Kinky London: KlubSpankz

I was very hungry of a good flogging session, as last one had been in March when I had great spanking time with my Master, and my back and ass hadn't felt anymore the cuddle of a single flogger stripe. So, I brought in my playing bag a pair of floggers, a gag and restraints in case that I would find a trustful guy, otherwise I could be myself the one spanking a willing sub. I found myself going down a basement very close to King's Cross. It reminded me a bit of the old cruise bar La Base in Barcelona, the first one: small, smell of sex and sweat on the walls and in the dark corners... and a nice St Andrew's cross that caused me a hard on as I was seeing myself there.

June 5, 2018

Hello kinksters! Here my story…

Now I quite laugh when I remember the first “kinky” thing of my life, it was my grandmother telling me an invented story when I was 9 about a girl that in her way to school, would be approached by a man inside his car offering candies, then that man would kidnap the girl and tie her on a chair and put a gag to stop her from crying. Despite the story intended to be a scary one and made to prevent me from going into strangers cars, indeed caused me a double reaction, as I was fearing the situation of course, but at the same time made me sort of feel a strange kick while visualising me tied and gagged, an “uncomfortable” feeling that I couldn’t understand at that time.