Journal Entry – Letter to Sir

Hey guys,

I have permission to share a journal entry of SM-Leather boy, his writing is beautiful, and this is a letter that he wrote to his Sir. I have also included the Fet Life link. Thanks Comet.

A Letter to Sir

This is an extract from my Leather Journal. Sir has encouraged me to share this journal. For me, it demonstrates the beautiful and powerful connection between a Sir and a Sub and how this connection extends well beyond any BDSM scene; calming the ebb and flow of an angry and restless tide. Sir, Thank you.

As I was on my way to the dungeon on October 31st, I entertained the idea of calling you and cancelling our session. I was scared to see you. I am comfortable in expressing my vulnerability, however I do not like to show my weaknesses.

That morning, I not only felt vulnerable but I felt worn down, confused and lost. What scared me, though was that I felt I was unable to cloak my weakness. I felt that as soon as I entered the dungeon and saw you that I was going to drop down to my knees in an emotional heap, tearing my shirt open, exposing me as a weak and undeserving being.

I have always been told my face tells a thousand stories, and my eyes tell no lies. I knew that upon meeting your gaze, that weakness, that vulnerability would be immediately on display to you. As a sub, I felt worthless, as a being, I felt embarrassed and incapable.

Upon entering, the smell of incense and the melodic sounds began to instantly soothe my energy and they beckoned me to enter. As I entered I was immediately washed with the sense of being like a boat on the ocean, floundering in a stormy and chaotic sea, unable to secure the anchor to the ocean depths. Then when you revealed yourself from behind the curtain, your image to me was that of a deep ocean-mooring buoy, offering me a place to steady myself, and a refuge from the violent weather.

Over the next minutes I felt those waters calm to an ocean that began to offer hope for a safe harbour. For you to welcome me into your arms in that space, in that time, was a privilege and a treasured memory and gift.

I had not had given much thought to the forthcoming session, but I also knew that I was in the mood and head space that I thrive in; the space that I feel most comfortable in; and the very head space I had been waiting to be in. This was the space in which I have envisaged me offering myself to be flogged and caned to your most extreme in which you remained feeling comfortable.

I wanted to be taken to my knees in a bleeding mess, left quivering, totally expelled of energy. I wanted all the pain, hurt and tiredness freed in the blood that would drip from my open wounds. When I saw your tools on the bed, my thoughts immediately went to the ‘dice-game’ and my desire was about to be realised that morning.

Then you requested that I think of a ritual to mark the start of our sessions. I had not even entertained the thought that you would ever make that request of me.

The self-deprecation, loathing and hatred I felt towards myself was going to be my tool, it was going to serve to cleanse me. As soon as my skin was pressed against the cool coarse grain of the cross, and I felt those ties and binds fasten I immediately went to my place. I am able to rest my head against the cross, gain security from its weight and stand motionless and happy as I receive your lashes.

As you may reflect upon and agree, when assuming the position on the cross, I immediately went to that place. Then something amazing, and as equally challenging and unexpected occurred. You fucked me! That has been part of my fantasies in my sessions with you, but I never thought that it was even a possibility! This threw me for a little.

More significantly, is the fact that it was the first time that I had been flogged and fucked. The two for me have never co-existed, but I have always wanted them to, but am scared that by linking the two, somehow it will lessen my enjoyment. I also received some degree of self-pride from the fact that that when I am being flogged etc., it is a ‘pure experience.’ I am so glad you helped me explore and extend my own imposed limitations. However, It was not that which prompted me to abruptly end our session.

It was that single drop of sweat falling from your brow onto the small of my back. That moment, that droplet of sweat broke the surface of the sweat on my back, the pain, the self deprecation and loathing, dissipated and rippled away.

For the first time, that desire for that relief was found in a capacity to recognise that I had just experienced a momentous moment that left me rather bewildered but proud of myself. As I said, I was in that space. What more, I was being fucked by you.

I could not believe, that I not only stopped the flogging that I dreamed of but I was so wanting to just be fucked till my arse was no longer of any use to you on that day. On that day, I decided to be kind to myself and to nurture myself. I have been learning to do that since we have started our sessions with each other, and how important it is to recognise when self-care is needed. Although, I do now feel like punching myself in the head (just joking).

Normally, I would of just taken it gladly and relished in it only leaving once bleeding and broken. But that drop of sweat, that day, did what every cane and flogger could ever of. That fucking was mind bending. The combination, mind-blowing!

I also was reminded in that moment of my own sub-conscious self talk that day. I knew I had plans with ******* that evening, and that we would lie in each other’s arms all night just cuddling and talking. I knew that if I was bleeding and wounded, I could not allow that to occur. So I also decided a whole night of just laying in the arms of another was also a gift I was going to grant myself that day.

I am afraid on some level that I let you down and I missed or ruined an amazing opportunity. I can only hope that Sir would desire to pound my arse again in the future. I would value the opportunity to demonstrate my capacity as a very accommodating, experienced sub that is very grateful. I do hope that by ending the session early, I did not reflect anything but a desire to serve.

I did mention, how significant Hallows Eve is for me. For the first time though, it brings with it the opportunity for growth. An opportunity for knowledge and nourishment for my onward leather journey.

This letter moved me and I immediately seeked permission from both SM-LeatherBoy and Brother Hazy – his Sir to be able to have the unique privilege to share such a beautiful piece of writting. If you feel the urge to send a message or comment please do this at SM-Leatherboy’s Fet Life page, as he is the author, and duly must be recognized for his work.

SM-LeatherBoy Journal Entry


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Adventures of Pup Scout – Kings Beach

I was a really lucky pup yesterday (16 Nov), SM – Leather boy took me to Kings Beach, just south of Byron Bay to have a small adventure on the beach. The beauty of this is that as part of my leather / BDSM journey I have asked that I include video to capture my fun and then share appropriate footage here on my Leather Pup Blog. So we took our Go Pro – Pup Cam was born.

IMG_2970I have come to the realization that this project is going to record me as a pup, weather it Scout or Comet. It is designed for me to share my learning, teachings, experiences and my fun or adventures. In the hope that others coming in or wishing to explore pup play or their canine side will see not just how much fun you have but also have access to my thoughts, feelings and experiences. I also wish to share the learning and eduction side of both the leather boys and or pup lifestyle, and BDSM theory and principals.

There will be time that you may not agree with what I have said or shared, but this is from my perspective and experiences.

Now back to the fun at the beach, I have included at the start of this post a 4 min video of the fun you can have as being a pup, I wore one of my pup hoods, as they are expensive I brought from Mr S Leather a neoprene hood purchased from Spunk’d in Brisbane. The hood allows me to go swimming and to have a shower and be a pup. Though I do not always require a hood to pup out, I personally find it really helpful, and also shows others around me that I am in pup mode.

As I was saying; we parked at the dirt road car park at the top of the cliffs, I could not wait to get out of the car, but was dragged back to help carry our gear to the beach. We walked down the long windy and sometimes steep bush track, that found its way at the base of the sandy beach, private and surrounded by bush.

After a quick run in the bush to do some exploration, I was called back so that we could continue our beach adventure.

We walked along the sand to the other side of the beach, where the pup was allowed to explore the rocks, the bush and finally got to cool off in the surf. At first I was filmed from the shore, before we attached the Cam to my head and I ventured back into the surf.

I had so much fun and was so happy that I could share such a wonderful and awesome experience with SM-Leather boy, he has been so understanding of my needs as a pup, and has been the main reason why I have chosen to blog.

I hope to learn from my experiences and also from my best friend, and partner (SM-LeatherBoy) as we both enjoy our leather / BDSM journey’s, and share the most wonderful experiences.

New Short Chaps

Pup was really lucky and had the opportunity to buy a pair of short style chaps, from Brother Hazy. They fit well.


As a leather pup, I take every opportunity to wear some leather and even customize some, these are something I do not have and happy to welcome them into my collection.

Wags Tail…