By Rubrpig

The writer is as usual in Wesco boots, in its permanent chastity belt, nipple clamps, and locked leather/steel posture collar which is mandated for it when it writes. It helps this slave to focus on its writing.

Master John looked around the bar and wondered if there was any reason to stay as it appeared that there was a lack of talent in the bar that night.  He shifted on his stool which caused his heavy langlitz leathers to creak as they were stretched over his heavily muscled furry body.  He nodded at the bartender and stood up.  He turned and left the bar frustrated as it means another night frustrated.

After he returned home and stripped off his heavy leathers leaving his leather jock on as he always wore it, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed for the living room.  He picked up his laptop and logged into his email.  He scanned through it and saw that he had a message alert from his BLUF account and he logged into the site.  He smiled as the message was from a buddy in Berlin.  He opened it and scanned it and quickly replied.  It was a confirmation of the two of meeting up for Easter in Berlin.  At least, John felt that he would find action there.

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