Thursday, January 29, 2009

A "Thank you" to my Handler


thank YOU SIR - *MASTER*

You make me the pup that i am - i am *Proud* to wear your collar!

This last visit was the ultimate: right from the moment You opened the door in your *fantastic* rubber skin-gear and Rangers - and let me bury my muzzle in Your fur and lose myself in Your smell whilst you stripped me and returned me to my natural rubbered state - every "good boy" sending shudders of pleasure through me... And then You telling me to bring my "toys" and follow you upstairs to the play-room...!!

You lying me down on the massage couch - head back, neck lengthened, throat relaxed - letting me practice, teaching me to relax and trust You - to open and take you deep inside me - that incredible feeling (not just physical, but *emotional*) - of trusting you, of being open to You, of wanting to please You and loving that You enjoyed teaching me - both how to please You, but also how to be a *real* man...

Then up on all fours - gloved and hooded with my true pup-face, and the perfect feeling of the gag filling my mouth (and the taste of your breath down it and into me). Seeing the red sheath of my dog-cock - dripping with the accumulated juices of my doggy-arousal - knowing You are taking great pride from the sight of Your dog, displaying and aroused and every inch utterly the dog that You own and love...

And then later lying on the coach the other way, seeing my own shining rubbered body - fantastically sexualised and controlled - feeling that skin encase me, transform me, eroticise me.... Looking between my own spread legs and seeing YOU there, towering over me - half in domination, half in protection - bearded and booted, looking spectacular and masculine and beautiful and utterly the rubber Master of every fantasy i have ever had...

Seeing the intensity on Your face as You prepared my hole: seeing Your care for me there, and the hunger too - seeing that look firm and change as You felt your dog's hole open up to you, hungry and willing and eager to please You - and to feel You inside me, making me complete.

Feeling the unbelievable *INTENSITY* of YOU deep inside me - the brush of Your rubbered thighs against my arse and the feel of your balls against my crack - and realising *just* how deep you really were - and how open to you i had become: my fuck-hole as loose as my throat - and each as eager as the other to compete for Your pleasure...

Your dog, your boy - your little pup...

And the same again in the morning - lying there in my boots and jacket - You in your chaps and the Wescos. Losing myself in You - ON you. The tenderness with which you kissed my boots resting on Your shoulders - the grin You gave as your pup squirmed and grunted underneath You... The incredible *weight* of You when you pushed down on me - whilst i begged You to fuck me and make me your dog again...

And in between that perfect endless night and wonderful morning, nuzzling up to you under the duvet - sleeping with Your arm around me: so that even in sleep i was aware that You protected and guarded me - and knowing that with the morning would come more chances to love you and serve you - and be every inch YOUR DOG and Your friend.

(and then, later, saying i could share this email on my Blogg - so everyone would know how good i feel to be Your pup...)

Well Sir - what can i say except


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