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What's in a Leather Family? An Interview with Leland Carina

There are many different types of fetish ***s out there and all with varying dynamics. If you've ever been curious about leather ***s, writer Sienna Saint-Cyr talks to Leland Carina, Co-Editor of Letherati.com about how she got into the leather community and how her leather family works.
 

Tell us a little about yourself. What got you into leather? 

I discovered the leather community when I was living in San Francisco from 2005-12. I have always been kinky, but I hadn't found the right fit in various other sexual communities I had experimented with. The leather community felt like home.

 

You've mentioned previously about having a leather father, can you tell us about that dynamic?

My leather father is a lovely gay man who lives in San Francisco. He's a long-time participant in the leather community and a fantastic organiser. His name is Daddy Ray Tilton, and our dynamic is one of mutual admiration and support. 
 

How does your leather family work? Do you live together?

My extended leather family is not a live-in sort of dynamic, but rather a series of social alignments with people I love; it's much more profound than a simple friendship connection. My specific relationship with Daddy Ray Tilton has a title, but many of the people I consider family are less formally connected. My immediate leather family currently includes myself and my boi, who is collared to me. We're potentially open to adding more people if and when we find the right fit.

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Leland Carina and her boi.
 

Do you know of other leather family dynamics? How are they different to yours?

Even in my own experience, I've had very different dynamics at different times. For a few years when I was living in San Francisco, I was in service to a Sir and had a Daddy with two girls of my own. The Sir and Daddy were acquaintances with each other, the Daddy and two girls were friendly with each other, and the two girls considered each other leather ***s. I served the Sir (no sex, but sometimes play,) and bottomed for and had sex with my Daddy, and topped and had sex with the two girls.

Some people may be surprised that we were all female-identified, yet resonated with those titles. As far as other dynamics, there is a vast range. On one end of the spectrum, there is Mama's Leather Family, of which I am a member. It includes a staggering number of people, now reaching over 2,000. Mama Sandy Reinhardt is the matriarch, where she considers everyone to be one of her "babies." We're all inducted with our own Mama's Family name and "pinned" with a name badge. All the titles are available on her website. Mine is, "Mama's very, very good girl."

On the other hand, a leather family can be much smaller, sometimes private or other times more public. Very often, you witness elements of D/s, but that isn't a requirement. A leather family is as varied as individuals and relationships are.

 

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Leland Carina (bottom centre) is a member of Mama's family (centre).

 

Are you an active member of the leather community as well? 

Absolutely! I'm Co-Editor-in-Chief of a website called Leatherati.com that is dedicated to leather community journalism and thoughtful opinion columns. Leatherati has been a fantastic touchstone for me throughout my time in the community. I can't say enough good things about Loren Berthelsen, the Editor-in-Chief. Though we've never formalised our relationship, I indeed consider him an integral part of my leather family.

I have a long history of service in many aspects of the leather community. Back in 2012, I was chosen by the leather community as a Leather Marshal of the San Francisco Pride Parade where a human pony pulled me in front of the Leather Contingent; it was an awesome experience!

Thank you, Leland! 

As well as the Co-Editor of Letherati.com, Leland Carina is an artist, writer, fetish model, and sex-positive consultant. Check out her Fetish.com profile for more. 

 

Sienna Saint-Cyr writes erotica and blogs about kink, poly, body image, most things relating.  


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Do you have a leather fetish or in a leather family? Or are you curious about the dynamics of fetish ***s? Let us know in the Fetish.com forum. 

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Cover image: Shutterstock. In-article images: Courtesy of Leland Carina & OCD Photography
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    The Job Interview

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He realised with a shock they had been discussing for almost an hour and that most of the other staff would have gone home. He had intended to keep it short but found himself reluctant to finish the interview. Finally there was nothing left to discuss and he thanked her for coming. Standing and shaking her hand. She was at least as qualified as two others and it would be a difficult decision. He tried to think dispassionately about it but kept coming back to the very sexy lips she kept smiling at him with. Could he cope with seeing those on a daily basis and not having them wrapped around his currently uncomfortably hard cock. He walked her to the door and just as he reached for the handle she put her hand on his arm. “Thank you for this chance, I realise it was very last minute and you were very generous to give me the interview. If there is anything else I can do to persuade you I am the right candidate for the job you just have to say…” She smiled up at him, hair stunning, lips so sexy and yet looking so innocent! He couldn’t resist anymore and pushed her up against the door. To hell with the consequences. He leaned down and kissed her hard, gratified to find her pushing back against him kissing him back. As his tongue explored her mouth he felt her melting into him. His hands roamed her body, sliding over her stocking covered thighs, up over her hips to grip her back, further up to cup those magnificent breasts and then up into her hair, grabbing her hair to tilt her head back further. His breath was hot on her neck as he kept her head craned backwards, his lips sliding down below her ear, kissing his way down as his fingers deftly undid the buttons on her blouse. She was making soft little mewling sounds as he kissed her exposed skin, finally her blouse was undone and he quickly slid it off her shoulders dropping it to the ground. Her gorgeous full breasts stood now, framed in the black bra, her soft skin begging to be taken into his mouth which he did, dropping to his knees to bury his face in her tits kissing, nibbling and biting… Only the vaguest hint of a voice in the back of his mind saying husband stopped him from sinking his teeth in and marking her as his. His finger quickly undid the bra releasing her gorgeous full breasts into his willing hands. After a few minutes of playing with them though he wanted more and his searching fingers quickly found the zip to her dress and undoing it swiftly slid it down to join the rest of her clothes in a puddle around her. The black lacy panties matched the bra and soon it matched them by lying on the floor. Nick took a step back. She stood demurely by the door as though waiting his next command. Naked apart from the stockings and heels she still wore, he had been right about them – professional and yet incredibly sexy, she stood staring at him with her glasses on which he also found a turn on and he moved to sit on the large leather sofa that lay along one wall of the room. He beckoned her over with one commanding finger and she quickly came to him. “Kneel…” he said indicating the space between his legs. She did quickly and obediently. He slowly unzipped his suit pants and reaching inside pulled the throbbing length of his member out. Reaching out with his other he gripped her hair again and guided her mouth down to his hard cock. Releasing her hair he let her get to work on his shaft. Watching her bob up and down fairly gently at first slowly working him deeper into her mouth until he became impatient. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head down driving his cock to the back of her throat feeling her struggle and gag, seeing the tears appear in her eyes before letting her up to gasp some breath and then forcing her head down again. He kept doing this until she learnt to accommodate his length in her mouth and throat then guiding her head with his hands he fucked her mouth till he eventually blew his load watching her swallow and gulp his thick creamy cum down. Nick slid off the sofa and lifting her gently spun her round and lay her so her ass was on the very edge. Looking her in the eye he warned her that she was not to cum without his express permission. Then kneeling down he began kissing up the insides of her thighs softly over the stocking covered skin until he reached the tops where the skin was exposed. His hot breath and soft kisses put her skin shivering as he slowly kissed towards her mound and all around it teasing her. Finally he ran his tongue the full length of her slit; hearing her moan and feeling her hips rise off the sofa towards him. Harshly he pushed her back down then buried his tongue inside her, eagerly finding her clit, tasting her and circling it with his tongue. After a while he switched to licking her with long strokes over the sensitive surface of her button whilst his hands roamed her body, inevitably finding their way to those gorgeous full breasts. Even as his tongue plunged in and out of her depths raising her higher his fingers found her nipples and began teasing them, stroking and pulling on them before suddenly twisting hard. She came in his mouth, gasping as she flooded his mouth, her whole body shaking as she exploded convulsively. Nick slowly raised himself up and grabbed her hair; pulling her he positioned her so she was kneeling on the sofa now sideways on. Uncaring about the husband now and angry at being disobeyed he slid his belt out of his trousers. He looped in round gripping it tightly. He could see the apprehension in her eyes as he slowly raised his arm then brought it slashing down in a hard crack across her ass. She winced but kept silent bringing a smile to Nick’s lips. Three times more he brought the belt down on her ass so there were two bright red welts on both cheeks. Then he pushed her onto her back ignoring how her sore ass was pressed to the leather and straddled her pressing his hard cock between her gorgeous tits. Grabbing a bottle of water from his desk he dribbled some down then started fucking her tits. He grabbed her hands and made her hold his tits whilst with one had he twisted her nipples harshly and the other gripped her hair pulling her head forwards so her lips pressed around the head of his shaft with every thrust. 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One hand digging tightly into her hips dragging her ass back towards him with every thrust, one hand twisted in her hair pulling her head back and up as he leaned down driving his body against her, his words guttural and groaned in her ear… “You are mine!” He exploded far inside her, his rod jerking as he thrust a few more times pumping his cum as far inside her as he could manage before slowly relaxing letting them both flop down onto the sofa side by side, his shaft still inside her as his fingers traced slow teasing patterns over his new possessions soft skin. He knew who had the job but what would tomorrow bring… 11 Likes· over 2 years ago

    Interview

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    Interview or two-way communication. A question for Dom Women.

    Dominant women, have you ever had the feeling that you are conducting a one-sided interview with your potential sub, and not trying to learn more about each other in the format of a two-way dialogue? As if the submissive constantly expects that all topics, all questions should come from you, practically without asking anything in response / without being interested in what kind of person will take control of him? ~ How do you feel about this type of communication? Is this a sign of disinterest and repulsive behavior for you, or do you, on the contrary, think that this is how it should be if you are a Dominant? P.s. I notice this trend regularly, even taking into account the fact that 90% of people write to me first, which means they are clearly interested in getting to know each other. At some point in my life, I began to wonder if maybe I wanted to see interest in my side - it's not about dominance, and I'm clearly doing something wrong? I don't think this is true, but in any case I want to hear the stories/opinions of women and perhaps also from people on the other side of the barricades - submissives. 45 Replies· about 3 years ago

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