I am frequently asked why I live in a smaller community in Northern Ontario, and how I could possibly live a full Leather life with the closest Leather bar 5 hours away.
Imagine waking up with a river steaming outside my door.
Imagine coming up to a skulk of eight foxes on the centre line of a road with the pups playing in the sun.
Imaging waking up a black bear sprawled out across the highway waiting for the next sandwich.
Imagine seeing a young cub sitting on his ass playing in the muck.
Imagine seeing a yearling bull strutting his stuff knowing he will fuck for the first time in the fall.
Imagine the excitement of a boy when he sees a Sir online who is coming to his community of 100 and is looking for a boy to serve for the night.
Imagine the look on his face when he is kneeling in front of his first fully clad Leather Sir.
Imagine his first deep breath of Leather and Sir.
Imagine a boy traveling 3, 5, 7, 12, even 16 hours to be with his new Sir.
Imagine a boy’s first flogging, chained between two trees, with only his Sir, the stars, and the howling of a pack of wolves under a full moon.
Imagine a boy signing his first contract in the presence and support of his new leather family.
Imagine that boy becoming a Sir and having boys of his own, passing on my Leather DNA.
Imagine that boy becoming a slave pegged to the ground, branding iron in the fire, and his ass in the air waiting to be marked by his Master.
I do visit the bigger cities and stir up a fuck of a lot of fun with my boys and slaves, but if you ask why I don’t move to a bigger city, I’ll just smile and tell you about my journey as a small town Leather Sir.
Master Chuck
Eastern Canada LeatherSir 2011