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While in the bar at the Washington Plaza Hotel, we saw a rather large woman in her 50's dressed in leather from head to toe, twirling a leather whip around in her hand. People would walk up to her and ask her to whip them. I could not stop watching. First, this woman walked up and stood up against the wall. I think she was doing it to get a picture, but the whip woman gave her a good smack.

The woman freaked out and screamed, "Not for real, man, not for real" and told the whip woman where to stand so she would not actually get hit by the whip. Poser!

Then her friend walked up and said, "Hit me for real" and she did. Several times, over and over again on his bare, heavily tattooed back.

You can tell by the sly smile on his face that he was digging the pain and encouraging more. She never was able to beat the smile off his face, though she gave a strong effort.

As I was walking out of the bathroom stall at the leather mart, two guys walked up and asked me not to flush, then walked into the stall together. One immediately dropped to his knees and started to give the other a blow job. You can kinda see the action in this picture, but not very well. I still am wondering why they asked me not to flush.

As part of Mid-Atlantic Leather Weekend, the host hotel's conference rooms are filled with vendors, selling the acumen required to live a leather lifestyle. To me, it is a bit of a mental overload because there is so much to see. Kevin helped me out by explaining how the different devices are utilized. It all just makes my sex life seem vanilla.

The sling I understand completely and think that it is a great device. After watching this guy demo the sling, I seriously thought about getting one for my basement. Then I thought about my maid and how horrified she would be with a sling hanging next to the washer and dryer, and decided against it.

I had to have the "sales associate" of this device explain it to me. The "Hanson Humbler" keeps a guy on his hands and knees, preventing him for standing up to "get away." He is able to "crawl, but it is painful." However, the sales associate told me that some guys with low hangers, can stand up with the Hanson Humbler, so he is working on a new design for that niche.

And finally, this guy was wearing the most obscure outfit to shop in. Where does he carry his money? How does he pick things up? How does he breathe? What does he look like under there? What if I know him?

Every year, the Washington Plaza Hotel hosts the Mid-Atlantic Leather weekend. I enjoy going to see all the men dressed in leather, motorcycle gear, wrestling or football uniforms, police or fire uniforms, and rubber/scuba gear. It often feels like a community of guys who were made fun of in high school so they are overcompensating. I don't mean that in a negative way, just that instead of wearing female drag, they wear manly-men drag.

I am fascinated by the whole master/slave and SIR/boy pairings. I mean who doesn't like to dominate or be dominated sometimes, but the level these guys go is unreal. That type of complete devotion requires a great deal of trust, which I don't think I could ever do. But I do enjoy watching them play their roles. This particular slave kept getting his ass hair yanked out but his master and anyone else that wanted to cause him pain.

I know a couple of my friends who would have been happy to see all the guys wearing wrestling singlets. I used to wrestle in high school, so it brings back memories. I do not, however, get the cowboy hat.

They are starting younger and younger. These girls guys were whipping each other with leather belts. After one got hit, he would turn around to prove that it "really didn't hurt that much" although the tears forming in his eyes told me something else.

This guy I did not understand because of the goggles (what are they for?) and his assless rubber covering on top of his skin-tight rubber outfit. Is he is fister (hence the gloves and eye goggles? Is he a fistee (hence the easy access assless chaps)? Perhaps both? Does anyone know?