My Leather Dom Boyfriend

My Dom BF - Chapter 4

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Zeyad and I stood on Fuggerstraße street in Berlin. The heat of the summer was still lingering in the September air. I wiped my brow. Not just from the heat, but also the leather gear we were wearing.

Around us, throngs of people were enjoying the wonders and sights of Folsom, the fetish festival. Drinking, chatting and meeting friends and new people.

I looked around in wonder - my first time in attendance. There was so much to see - people kitted out in full leather gear browsed the stalls; people in pup gear bounced around playfully; there were others clad in vibrant latex outfits; rubbered up individuals covered up; people donned in chain collars or leather collars; subs leashed up; doms guiding partners; shiny leather boots; pinned vests; extravagant hair; fabulous makeup; harnessed muscled men; hairy tattooed bears; lycra-wearing twinks.

An amalgamation of all kinks and festishes, and various groups of people. Almost too much for the eye to see.

I took it all in, loving the vibrancy and joy from the vibes.

I sipped my drink as we stood outside a bar - the music was pumping and the crowd were enjoying themselves, laughing and chatting.

'Hey, there's Pablo,' Zeyad said over the noise, nodding to his friend who was through the crowd. 'Let's go,' he said and gave the leash he was holding a light tug. The chain led to a leather collar around my neck.

I followed him, sticking close by to him as we waded through the crowd. We were both wearing leather jackets, shirts, caps, boots and pants. A very handsome leather couple.

The only addition I had was the thick leather collar. I was excited to be out in public wearing it. It made me feel warm inside to show off Zeyad's ownership over me, and the gentle tugs gave me a buzz everytime, plus a little bit harder in my pants if I'm honest!

As we made our way to Pablo, I could see we turned heads. We were a pretty hot couple as is, but dressed to the nines in leather and with Zeyad pulling me on a leash by the collar was impressing people. Even though everyone was wearing their own form of fetish gear, people enjoyed any form of spectacle. And I guess we were putting on a little show.

It was thrilling to feel subby in public. I'd never really done it much before so it was really like being thrown in the deep end!

Zeyad greeted Pablo with a big hug and kisses on each cheek, as the Spanish were known to greet people.

Pablo was a big muscle man wearing a shiny forest green latex singlet that caressed his muscles. He looked like a sexy hot wrestler.

Then, Zeyad turned to me and introduced me to Pablo.

Similarly, he gave me a big hug and kisses and asked me if I was enjoying myself.

'Yes, Sir,' I replied.

'Ohhh, I like your response, very respectful,' Pablo patted me on the shoulder.

'He's a very good boy, aren't you?' Zeyad said, taking my hat off and rubbing my hair.

'Yes, Sir,' I smiled and closed my eyes.

'Can I?' Pablo asked.

'Sure,' Zeyad answered first, as per our agreed protocols. 'As long as you're ok with it?' he turned to me.

'Of course,' I nodded to Pablo.

'Goooood boy,' Pablo stroked my head dramatically and made a show of me.

I laughed and blushed, but couldn't help but feel the warmth spread through my chest. 'Thank you!' I laughed, enjoying the doms play with me.

We then got some more drinks and chatted about what we were getting up to in Berlin besides Folsom, what we'd visited, the tourist sites we'd seen and how we were loving the city.

'There's so much to see, you could almost book a separate holiday for the tourism and another one for the fetish activities,' Pablo joked.

We laughed and got into the spirit of the party, walking around and checking out the performances and the stalls that were selling gear and other erotic paraphernalia.

At one point we were standing around, and I knelt by Zeyad's legs. Earlier in the hotel, I'd discussed that I'd like to kneel by Zeyad's legs at one point to get into my subby headspace. He agreed as long as I was comfortable with everything and to let him know if I needed a break at any stage.

So there I was on the concrete, kneeling by his boots.

Zeyad placed a hand on the back of my head and stroked it with his gloved hand.

I closed my eyes and felt myself relax. The noise of the street was almost drowned out. I felt so connected to him.

Later, a large man in leather remarked to Zeyad, 'nice boy, seems well trained and obedient.'

Zeyad thanked him and told him that I was. He looked down at me and told me to thank the man.

I smirked and instead of thanking him verbally, I leaned down and gave the man's leather boots a few licks before returning to my kneeling position, head bowed.

The man laughed and practically moaned. 'Good fucking boy,' he patted me on the head before moving away through the crowd. 'I might see both of you later,' the man winked at Zeyad and I.

I looked up at Zeyad and we shared a knowing smile, loving the random exchange we'd just had.

We stayed there a bit longer before we went with Pablo to enjoy a nice dinner. The excitement of the day had made us starved. We shared a lovely meal with delicious food, tasty wine and wonderful conversation.

After that, Zeyad and I retired to the hotel for a nap.

Our mystery man that we'd met on the street hit us up on an app, and he came over to our apartment before the three of us had an exciting, kinky evening of dom/sub play, kissing, sucking, fucking, the three of us all wrapped up in each other in a fetish fueled hot threesome.

A wonderful chance encounter on our amazing trip to Folsom.