Thursday, April 23, 2009

i am a good boy

You know - there are times when my pup-self comes through *so* strong, it almost hurts.

i think of my Man, and His collar, and of that feeling when it locks around my neck: the way it's weight and presence help me to let go, be free and simply be His animal - and i can *feel* that need for surrender and devotion bubbling deep inside the core of me - sometimes so strong, it threatens to overwhelm me and burst out in tears or laughter - or simply a big throaty *WUUUFFF!!!*

It sounds scary - but it's a good feeling; it lets me know how deep this dog-self runs. And true, it sometimes makes me sad that i can't live permanently in that state, at my Man's feet or wrapped around His legs - but then, maybe, some things are stronger for being experienced in their full intensity less frequently...

SIR: i may not wear your collar everyday, but i *know* You understand that it's weight and Truth are engraved on my heart and into my mind; i know that, because You hold that heart in Your hands with such care.

Your DOG loves you Sir: balls to bone.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

"Let me in, boy..."


WUUFF!!

what a fantastic weekend - down in London again: 4 days on the bike with my Handler - geared and collared: His bike-pup and dog-boy, barking at other bikes, wuffing at cute men in the street, making my Man laugh and frightening the public and wearing His collar with Pride.

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Saturday was BLUF night at the Hoist - and all fours is *the* place to be for a boot-pup at such an event: i have never had my nose so close to so many Dehners and Wescos and leatherclad arses and crotches - made me feel like the guy in the classic Tom of Finland picture: lying on the floor amid a sea of legs and boots.

True - a few guys were freaked at a guy in full rubber and all fours (and one drunk twit managed to trip over me *despite* the fact i was tucked close between my Master's legs and out of the way under the bar) - and a couple of skins got a shock when they pissed about play-barking whilst i was waiting patiently for Handler to come back from the toilet - and He stomped out to protect me shouting "who's fucking with My dog?"... But most guys where just so pleased to see a genuine pup - and i have never had quite so many gloved hands give me friendly pats and strokes and head-rubs.

But most of all - it made me so PROUD to have several Masters come up to specifically compliment my Handler on having such a naturally k9 and deeply obedient dog (and ask for advice on how to train a boy to be so perfectly a dog...)

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Best of all though was the time spent learning to please Him and serve Him better; both of us away from other distractions, and free to let slip the restrictions of 'real-life' and identity. Time for the pup in me to fully come to the fore - and *stay* - stay and grow and mature...

Time to be simply 'pup' - mentally and physically to give myself to that self - and to HIM: it's Handler, it's Master - the centre of it's world and identity.

Time to grow from 'pup' to 'dog' - to learn to "let Him in", mentally and physically - to Trust and surrender - to give my all to Him, without restriction or hindrance. Time to learn - and let it sink in, sink deep - so that it will be there again for Him when He next whistles and calls.

Time to be fully and wholly His DOG.

Your Dog loves You Sir - balls to bone, and all in between.
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