My evil brother who sucks once conned me into visiting a leather bar in Brusselsβ¦ He invited me for tea and scones which I thought was incredibly sweet and sophisticated on his part β and unexpected if I may say , picked me up and drove me to a beautiful house in a posh neighborhood. Only inside did I realize that there would be no tea to be had on white linen tablecloths. I should have known betterβ¦.
The Dallas Eagle bar seems to be one of these hopping places which devotes each night of the week to different activities or club parties. We apparently have quite a few leather clubs in Dallas.
The club is also just like Vegas and whatever happens there stays there. The young are tutored in the finer arts of leather care, shining boots I think boot licking might be involved , spanking, flogging, medical play, anticipatory service, and wax play to name only a few.
The medical workshop looks scary. The big hunky guy in leather fretting over his tangled beads⦠Baaad Boy! He should be punished.
Dungeon Master, over here please! The seminar on leather care gave me pause. These guys would make their lives much easier if they replaced the leather with polyurethane. It almost looks like leather from a distance, is machine-washable and allows air to circulate through the fabric.
