leech

'honey, I'm a cocksucker, what're you?'

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The Parasite in Suite 403

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September 3rd, 2010

all i really believe in is you...

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× Leech is 19 years old - his birthday is 21 January, 1989. He is a native of Boston, MA.

× Leech was named 'Leech' by his first Master, at age 14, before he was collared. No one at Club Dionysus or any of his minimal contacts outside of the club knows his full name; it isn't even on his paperwork.

× Leech is a diminutive 5'4 with a very slight build, somewhat feminine in appearance but not very effeminate in his mannerisms, although he has been known to dress in drag occasionally. [Please keep in mind that Leech's PB, and his icons, do not match the character's description completely and when it doubt, use these descriptions rather than picture references.]

× Leech has several tattoos (though not as many as his PB does,) but no piercings - he's afraid of needles. He's also not fond of firearms, especially handguns, but they don't inspire the terror that they did when he was younger.

× Leech is left handed primarily, but can be ambidextrous. He has very good eyesight, particularly in the dark, and can also read people well - moods, intentions, and even possible addictions thanks to a short past career as a drug dealer. On the other hand, he is not too in tune with his own emotions or intentions. Sometimes this manifests in spontaneity and unpredictability in an endearing way, other times it manifests as a lack of self-preservation so deep it comes near to resembling a death wish.

× Leech lives on the premises of Club Dionysus, in suite #403, currently also occupied by Ruckus, who is a 'co-worker' from Leech's other, sekret, even less morally acceptable 'job.' He is a DJ at Club Dionysus, as well as a Switch available for play to most male members.

× Leech has no living immediate family that he's aware of; his mother died when he was 12 and he has never known his father. His aunt was his legal guardian after his mother's death but she never complained when Leech didn't come home; at age 14 he began more or less living with his first Master, and never again resided in his aunt's apartment.

× Leech is homosexual, has known this since he was a child, and has no use for women therefore does not befriend them often. Mistress Sorcha is the exception to this rule; he is very fond of her.

× Leech has been practicing BDSM off and on for 5 years, since he was 14. He was first collared at 15. He has been a full-time slave twice, but never a full-time Dominant. His first Master disappeared when he was 16, and the second dom, who collared him later that year, also released him from service within a year to marry his childhood sweetheart. Leech is not actively looking for another Master, due in part to these downfalls, nor is he actively seeking slaves; he's only open to one-at-a-time scenes.

× Leech's prime kinks are asphyxiation, bondage, Daddy/boy play, partial sensory deprivation, spanking, boot worship, orgasm delay/denial, sharps and light blood play. He has an almost obsessive liking of leather upholstery, leather or latex gloves, and sable paintbrushes. He has exceptional control over his arousal and release - a very focused area of training with his first Master. He will not participate in watersports, schiesse, non-consensual play or complete sensory deprivation, and also dislikes scenes with a religious element. [Full submissive preferences and full Dominant preferences, if you've the time to waste reading them.]

× Leech's preferred (male) Doms are tall (6 feet or taller,) pierced or tattooed, bald, and naturally dominant - that is, they do not need to prove their dominance; it's obvious. The only Domme he has or will work with is Mistress Sorcha, the owner of Club Dionysus. [[info]theruckus, sort of, [info]mistress_sorcha]

× Leech's preferred subs are small (though none have yet been short as he,) dyed hair long enough for grabbing, pierced or tattooed, and well-trained. [[info]adrianserves, [info]taylorj]

September 13th, 2008

>> but for now, you're better off dead, a smile in the lips and a hole in the head...

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I'm back. You might've figured that out, seeing me around the club this week. I ain't staying here, for the time being, since I've been kidnapped. Luckily my captor is letting me out for my shifts. He's such a nice hostage-taker; I may be developing Stockholm. Here's a picture, not of my kidnapper, but of a friend, Mitch, back in Boston. And me, obviously, looking bloated and sleep-deprived.



Tonight I did stay here at the club, though. Darling Sonny was polite enough to ask me to hang out with her and that new bartender. I am a little tipsy right now, and I blame both of them; I don't usually drink. Probably I will feel awful tomorrow. My ass is still red. But I did at least make it 'home,' so the kidnapper isn't too upset. He merely smacked me around some then told me I must sleep on the floor tonight. Maybe we're getting somewhere after all.

Boston was...well. It was Boston. In being forced to spend time with the family I so often deny having, I had a horrible epiphany: I'm not all that much different from them. Oh, surely, I have my own quirks, but overall, the whole family is a bunch of sexual mistakes. It was really disappointing to realize this. It's strange to realize that you can't really change what you're born into, no matter how far and fast you run. But the aunt is moved, hopefully I won't hear from her in a while. Her child was younger than I thought, and also a girl; her name is Gypsy Lee. She's small, smells bad most of the time, and I can only really get along with her when she's sleeping, although she was enthralled by my hair and tattoos. I didn't get a chance to visit Lorena's grave though, that was disappointing.

I'm really stoked about the upcoming grand re-opening gig. I got a sneak peek at Miss Sorcha's plans for the upstairs and I have to say, it is breathtaking. So opulent, so lush, so...perfect. But why would I expect anything less from that woman? I am really looking forward to that public scene, too; despite the butterflies in my tummy and my minor stage fright that kicks in at odd times, I'm going to love getting sliced, and I think I trust Miss enough to assume the proper subspace so that the crowds won't matter.

I suppose it would be prudent to note at this time that I may be moving out, after the party. I've...found some accommodations that may suit me. And I've felt, more strongly than ever lately, that I don't need to be here. I'm only 19; I need to get out and live life rather than stay stagnant in this complacent existence. Not that I don't adore the club, and a few of the members and staff, but...I just feel like I'm wasting some part of me. Or some part of me is wasting away.

Regardless, I assure you (because I know you're all terribly worried,) that I'll stick around to DJ and play on occasion. I'll probably be even more picky about my playmates, but I'll be around. I'd just like to see what else is out there. I've been involved in this lifestyle for so long, since I was so young, that I haven't ever really looked into any other schools of thought. Sonny, Scrap, and Ruckus in particular, have been broadening my horizons lately. The former two have just this evening brought me to the epiphany that everything doesn't have to be by The Book; that I don't have to say 'yes, sir' to every command I'm given and that...well...fighting back is fun sometimes. And Ruckus has been teaching me that...um. Ruckus has been teaching me a lot of things. Of course, I still fully enjoy being made to submit, to be humiliated, to be treated as if I'm worth nothing; but the latter has made me realize that it's okay to...feel a little bit of self-worth, too.

[private against the haters, open to all others] )

I do love Dionysus, but it would be nice to have somewhere to escape. Somewhere where every two-bit piece of shit Dom didn't walk through the door and expect everyone - from other Doms, to subs they certainly don't have any control over, to employees that aren't even involved in the scene - to follow their orders and jump to appease their every whim. I'm sick of the old arguments about 'rules' and 'codes' - just because you do things one way in your scene, doesn't mean everyone does. And if you scene with someone, you should certainly accept and even celebrate that diversity. Even the most skilled Dominants and submissives should be looking to broaden their horizon. Aren't we supposed to have spectacularly open minds, after all? Your way is not everyone's way, and if you're so intent on demeaning every club member and employee you come across just because you've 'been a Dominant for a decade,' maybe you should just escort yourself out of the club. Go find a hooker who you can pay to put up with your self-absorbed, pretentious attitude and ridiculous demands.


Whoa, there's a tangent.


Dana mentioned a munch sometime soon. I'd love for that to happen, I need to catch up with everyone. Taylor, I'd like you to join me for some play sometime this weekend - is tomorrow good for you? Scrap, Sonny, it was a blast. Let's do it again soon, just without the liquor, oi. Master Michaels, I'd like to have another conversation with you sometime soon, too. And last but not least in any way; Miss Sorcha: I've missed you. I'd like to take you up on that offer to view your playroom at home, if it pleases you. Any time would suit me just fine.
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