Welcome to the blog of Sir Dave where you can find news, appointment availability, new purchases, new ideas and just my thoughts on life work and the world. Oh and maybe the odd photo or collection of photo's I like.
I am so pleased to be able to have sessions again regularly after the past 18 months of Covid. It’s is quite strange it feels like we skipped a year – we just miss 2020 when talking about seeing people, going on holiday or to events.
But restrictions are easing and the UK in the coming weeks should hit 90% of the adult population double jabbed which is an amazing achievement! Particularly when you consider less than a year ago we didn’t have a single vaccine to fight this global pandemic!
We do still need to be very aware of Covid, it is not going to go away – the world has only irradicated one disease in our history (apart from about two or three labs where it is kept just in case). So we will need to live with it, and hopefully, we can all get through the winter without any major disruptions.
And part of that living with it now is regular testing – the best prevention is to know your status. That sounds like a familiar phrase from the 80’s and 90’s. And like then it is true, if you know you are Covid positive you can isolate and prevent infection and spreading to others.
And as part of that, I am now taking almost daily Lateral Flow tests. Every day I have a client session booked I take a test first thing in the morning to make sure I am not putting them at risk. I understand these tests are as accurate as a PCR one, but they are simple, easy and give immediate results. If I think I have been exposed I book a PCR and wait for the result (fortunately that has only happened twice and both times negative).
The tests that you can order on the Gov.UK website are now nasal swabs only, which is so much easier to go and requires a lot less gagging.
Over the recent weeks, I have received several messages and calls from people asking if I would be happy seeing them because they don’t feel they have the right look, body shape or size. Or that their fantasy is too “odd” or “unusual”.
I’m Sir Dave and like to think of myself as a Professional Kink and Fetish Enabler. For me a really important part of what I do is making sure everyone feels welcome, everyone feels sexy, and everyone gets to enjoy their kink, fantasy or fetish.
Whatever it is.
No judgement, no criticism, no “oh my god really?!” Just a space to indulge your interests and enjoy some fun together.
So I wanted to touch on a few specifics to help you feel comfortable in opening a conversation with me. First of all, let’s talk about bodies. I have said before many times I have no hang-ups about people’s bodies shapes or sizes. Porn and social media generally show the stereotype of a good looking body.
And if we don’t fit into that mould we can be made to feel we aren’t desirable or that we aren’t welcome in the club so to speak. Well, I am here to say you are most definitely welcome in the club!
One question I get is about age … and I can assure you that you are never too old. One of my oldest clients was disappointed he couldn’t come for a spanking on his birthday to celebrate his 80th! But he did get a good 80 whacks a few days later!
I do have one age limit though – you must be over 18 to come for a session. If I don’t think you are, or you look like an incredibly young thirty-year old I may ask for ID. Please don’t get offended – I am just ensuring everyone is safe, and that I am completely happy we are both consenting adults.
So age isn’t an issue, what about body sizes. This is probably the biggest barrier for so many, body confidence. Too thin, too fat, don’t have muscles, don’t have a six-pack, don’t have the right amount of body hair – too smooth, too hairy.
I don’t have a six-pack and I have a belly. But I quite like one. I also like cake and red wine – so it is fortunate I enjoy a bit of fat!
Some people are bigger, they look at a biscuit and feel like they gain half a kilo! But sometimes people are really thin, and their body type and metabolism mean they can’t ‘bulk up’ … they don’t gain weight or muscle no matter how much they want to.
We all have different bodies, and they are all amazing and sexy to me! I have had clients who are too thin for some of my restraints on the smallest hole, I’ve had clients that my arms won’t reach around when I give them a hug.
You have a body, and I am not going to judge you by it, I’m just going to make you feel sexy and enjoy discovering your erogenous zones and how I can have fun with you. So never feel that because you don’t look like a Tom of Finland character, or a Love Island cast member you aren’t welcome in my dungeon. All bodies are!
And hopefully, I can help give you a bit of body confidence to take away with you. And this also applies to gender identities. I have cis-male, cis-female, trans-male and trans-female clients. And if you have a particular pronoun you wish to be known by just let me know.
I had one client for whom I was one of the first people he saw and talked to as part of his transition journey, I don’t think anyone else knew at the time. The emotional release and acceptance he had of being referred to as my ‘boy’ was huge for him. It gave him confidence in his own identity – and it was truly an honour to be apart of that.
I guess what I am trying to say, it isn’t about how you look that matters to me. It is about how you feel and how I can make you feel that is most important. But what about experience – why would I want to see someone who hasn’t done anything kinky. That doesn’t matter – I want to help you enjoy your kinks. I love introducing people to the joys of BDSM and fetish!
And if you are experienced but don’t like pain, anal, boot worship, “Yes Sir No Sir” roleplay, or bondage that is fine. If blindfolds freak you out that is not a problem – just let me know. Or maybe you enjoy something like ass play, but worry you can’t take a massive dildo like everyone else on Twitter seems to do now. Don’t worry … we go to your level, your interests and your limits.
Fuck what everyone else says you should do. It isn’t their session – it is yours! So don’t feel any expectation to have to do something you don’t enjoy.
What if you feel your kink or fetish is too “odd” or “unusual” that you can’t tell anyone for fear of being ridiculed?
I am the person you can tell your fantasy to, I am the person who can help you explore it. You will not be judged or criticised – sexuality is an amazing thing! We all have those things that turn us on like nothing else, we can’t explain why we just know they make our dicks twitch.
So come and enjoy them! Our fetishes and fantasies are deeply personal, and there is always a fear of shame when we share them with someone else. I will never shame you, or make you feel that your fantasy is wrong. It is what turns you on, and I want to help you explore that. And most importantly I won’t share anything about it with others! It is between you and me and has nothing to do with the rest of the world.
I have had sessions where we have done some amazingly fun and unique things – some that many definitely thought too freaky to share with anyone else. People who have waited soo long to do something or have it done to them – the moment they get the permission to do it, and know it’s fine is magical! Of course, sometimes we can’t make a fantasy happen.
I can do many things .. but I don’t have WonkaVision for example to make you 10cm tall to indulge in your Land of the Giants fantasy. But! I can help you enjoy that fantasy through roleplay, chat, sex talk or other means.
Having a wank to some porn or erotica is horny, but add someone to talk you through it to make the fantasy together can lead to mind-blowing orgasms!
So, to finish please remember whatever your body or secret sexual fantasy. I can be the person to make it happen for you.
Safe, discreet, confidential!
Don’t just wank over it, make it happen!
Covid … what a fuck up that has been!
The last 15 or so months have been a bit of a nightmare, the pandemic has affected all of us and every aspect of our lives in very different ways. But this isn’t a competition of who has had it worse … we have all had shit to deal with.
And for me, part of that has been not being able to host any sessions. So I’ve had some time off and away from Twitter and the website etc.
I am pleased to say I’ve now been Astra-Zenica jabbed up, and the rules and restrictions we have been living under are slowly easing.
So I wanted to come back here and just do a quick update as I get ready to welcome y’all back into the dungeon.
I am now taking bookings for sessions am pleased to say that many of you have already booked in for which I am really grateful
If you are looking for a session, I have very limited spaces in the next few weeks, but later on and into July there is plenty of availability. I am limiting myself initially to one session a day and all bookings will require a £50 deposit.
And don’t forget if you pay the full amount as deposit you save 10% as a thankyou from me.
To celebrate getting back into the dungeon I have treated myself to some new leathers which will be here shortly, and this beautiful new Muir cap from Spexter in Germany along with these custom wrist cuffs from Bod leather.
So, after over a year of lockdown and frustrations it would be great to see you, and hopefully some new faces too. One thing this past year has taught many of us is that you never know what is around the corner.
And to that end I am here to help fulfil your fantasies, kinks and interests.
Until then … be seeing you.
The boy crawls forward as instructed and just before he reaches the tall black leather boots Sir Dave instructs him further.
‘Stop there boy. Start with the toe of the left boot, I want to see your slave tongue working hard to polish it. Now boy.’ He says assertively and with ease.
The boy begins to work his tongue up and down, left and right, lapping away at the leather, the taste of it consuming his mouth. Making him desperate for more, his head unable to see anything but the hard floor and the toe of the boot in front of him. The boy licks so hard and so desperately that soon the toe of the boot is wet and dripping. Sir Dave notices this,
Now make it shine with your face boy.’ He commands and uses His right boot to force the boy’s head down into the boot, the boy feels the boot dig into his skin and guide his face across the boot, the wetness soaking into his face and the smell of leather all over his face. Sir Dave then removes his right boot and looks down at the boy’s work.
‘Not good enough boy, again!’ And with this instruction the boy feels a sharp, quick slap to his arse, the pain registering first before the sound even connects the dots of what happened. The boy gets to work once more, licking every part of the toe that he can reach whilst he’s on his knees and once again after a few minutes Sir Dave forces his head down into the boot and makes the boy mop up the wetness.
‘Hmmm, you need to work on this boy. My boots deserve the best shine. Your tongue is always the starting point before I allow you to really buff them up with polish boy. Now onto the right toe.’
The boy repeats the procedure for the right boot, working a little harder this time though knowing that Sir Dave isn’t satisfied yet. His face quickly becomes dry from the amount of saliva that has soaked into his skin. Once the process has been completed twice Sir Dave then speaks up.
Now move forward a little, begin work on the leg of left the boot. There’s a lot of space there boy and all of it needs to shine. I want to feel your slave tongue through the leather boy.’ He says with conviction.
‘Yes Sir!’ The boy replies and he places his tongue as hard as he can against the leather before he feels another smack to his arse.
‘I didn’t tell you to speak boy!’ Sir Dave says fiercely. ‘Just do as you’re told and lick you piece of shit.’ The boy obeys and licks deep, hard but slow. The boy continues like this for a while until there’s another smack on his arse.
‘Faster boy!’ Sir Dave commands. The boy licks fast, deep, he feels his tongue massaging the leather. Sir Dave growing impatient grabs the boys head firmly with his gloved hand and moves the boys head up and down.
‘Like this boy.’ He orders. He let goes of the boys head and the boy stays in the same motion his tongue swiping up and down the leather, the entire length of the right hand side of the boot is wet now.
‘Now the other side.’ Sir Dave says. The boy obeys and works on the other side with the same dedication.
‘Now you’re getting it boy, worship them. These are your Master’s boots, they deserve the same amount of respect that I do.’ The boy listens and obeys.
Finally after what felt like a good hour to the boy Sir Dave grabs his head once more, ‘Tongue back in your mouth boy, let’s dry the boot.’ The boys face is rubbed up and down against the leather, his saliva drying once more into his skin.
‘Now the leg of the right boot boy. Show it your devotion boy, show me you’re learning.’ Sir Dave says as he leans back in his chair, the sound of his leathers creaking in his chair. The boy spends what feels like another hour fixated on the leg of the boots until eventually Sir Dave repeats the same process.
‘Tongue in boy.’ And he grabs the boys head to dry the boot.
With the boot dry Sir Dave pulls the boys head up so he can see Him in all His glory. Sir Dave smiles through his Muir Cap and slaps the boy with his left hand, the boys head turns away as he feels his cheek raw, Sir Dave brings his head back to centre and repeats. Sir Dave then does the same process with his other hand. The boy cowering slightly now.
‘Be humble boy.’ Sir Dave says as he takes his left glove off his hand and then strikes it across the boys face hard, the boy almost goes sideways off his knees. Sir Dave stands up and pushes the boy back with his boot, the boy now on the floor looks up at his Master.
‘Tongue out boy.’ The boy obeys and sticks his tongue out, Sir Dave raises his boot and places the sole of his left boot against the boys mouth.
‘Lick the soles. Get them clean, I don’t want a speck of dirt there boy.’ The boy licks and licks until his tongue begins to feel dry against the soles. Sir Dave then swaps the soles and the boy licks the other pair without instruction.
‘Good boy. You’re learning, from now on when I’m wearing these boots the first thing you will do is kneel and kiss them, even if we meet in public boy, you see these boots and you kiss them, you will then ask me if they need cleaning. You will do this every time you see me in them boy. Nod your head so I know you understand.’ The boy nods his head as much as he can underneath the boot.
‘Good boy, now,’ Sir Dave says as he takes the boot away and sits back down in his chair. ‘On your knees, hands behind your back.’ The boy kneels, his pathetic slave cock wet and dribbling pre cum. ‘The next part of me you will show your dedication to is my gloves. Open your mouth boy.’
The boy hears the door open. The sound of a boot heel greeting the floor, growing closer and closer. The boy feels leather on the back of his neck, he feels Sir Dave’s fingers glide across the lower of his neck. The boy makes sure to hold the leather collar at an appropriate level so Sir Dave does not have to lean down, reach or strain to take it from the boy’s hand. It’s at the perfect height as a sign of respect. The boy quivers as he senses Sir Dave walking around him. The boy can hear leather shift around, his mouth salivating in desperation.
‘You will kneel, head down and present the collar I have chosen.’ Sir Dave had said before entering the dungeon, His voice echoes around the boys head as he waits in anticipation. The boy feels Sir Dave take the collar from his hands, the leather gloves making the briefest of connections with the boys hand, his soon to be owned slave cock bounces with excitement.
‘Excited boy?’ Sir Dave says in His dominant, caring and assertive voice.
‘Y-yes Sir.’ The boy replies.
‘You know you won’t be touching that pathetic cock don’t you.’ Sir Dave says as He walks behind the boy. The boy knows it’s not a question because the sound of His boots, a thick thud every-time they touch the floor, acting as the full stop to any sentence.
The boy feels the leather collar being placed around his neck, this is it he thinks; he’s about to lose his free will, he’s about to become an object. The leather collar is tightened, fastened and then he hears a lock with a gentle click. He quivers once more. Sir Dave walks around the boy once more, He moves the collar slightly and then the boy hears another clip followed by a tug. The leash has been attached.
‘Looks good on you boy. You suit the black and red leather, maybe in time I’ll let you wear a leather jock to match. But for now, I want you to feel my collar around your neck.’ Sir Dave says as He stands in front of the boy who continues to look down, now staring at the perfect black boots Sir Dave has chosen. The boy sees his slave cock bouncing and wet.
‘Ignore it boy.’ Sir Dave says as He sits down in His throne in front of the boy. ‘Look up boy,’ Sir Dave orders. The boy looks up and sees Sir Dave in all His glory, His leathers perfectly aligned, everything in its right place, His muir cap shielding His eyes from the boy, and yet the boy feels His gaze. The boys heart beats faster in response, the sense that whilst Sir Dave is looking at him, degrading him, making him whole. His leather tie the perfect length. His crotch a focal point for the boy at his kneeling height. His tight black leather gloves, one idling and resting on the arm of the chair, the other grasped around the leash of the boy’s collar. This being the reminder to the boy that Sir Dave is speaking and he must now focus. ‘Tell me boy, how does that collar feel? What does it mean to you?’
‘It’s restrictive Sir. It feels tight, but soft. It feels correct, as if I’ve been missing something there all my life.’
‘Good boy. What else?’ Sir Dave demands.
‘I won’t lie Sir, it feels slightly strange but comforting…it’s hard to describe beyond saying I feel safe and secure.’
‘Good boy, that’s because you’re now owned. The collar is your first step in letting go, handing over control to a Superior, it’s not a weakness, it’s a strength. You’re strong enough to know that the black and red collar is what you need, that it gives you purpose and through that I guide you.’
‘Thank you Sir.’ The boy replies.
‘Now, crawl forwards and show my boots the respect they deserve.’