Wednesday, August 26, 2009

A 'thank you!' to my Handler

Sir,

just writing those words yesterday - recording the play we had, remembering it - had Your dog squirming and panting - and needing to thank You all over again...:

Thank You for the feel of being filled with Your piss, the hot wash of it sluicing my suit and filling my stomach - the weight of it in my waders as i tried to scamper on all fours down to the bench after You...

Giving my nips to Your teasing and pinching - letting them learn and be rewired - taking the pleasure and submitting to the pain and letting it alter me, change me, make me pig and pup and YOURS...

The unbelievable pleasure of licking and mouthing Your meat and having You trembling and laughing and swearing and shaking: lost to the pleasure that Your dog's tongue and throat was giving You (and reveling in the pleasure it receives in giving itself to Your service and pleasure like that!).

Lying in the grass and warm sun together, feeling the piss reheating in the solar-sauna of my suit, feeling it slosh and pool around my belly and plugged hole - stewing in my Man's juices like i have fantasized doing, knowing the smell of You was seeping into my skin - and it being equally as sexy and perverse as i'd imagined it would be.

Trotting back to the lawn - Obediently waiting for my 'bath', even whilst i quivered and whined at the thought of the cold hose - hanging my head as you pushed it under my collar - and then the yelp of pleasure at the *fantastic* feeling of the warm water as it flowed into and around me, swelled my suit and flushed me clean (and my grin at the knowledge that my Man would not be so cruel as to use *cold* water after all ;) ).

Hosed down, stripped and floating in the hot-tub with You: deliciously relaxed - distractedly stroking - gazing at You as you chatted and talked - hoping you would not notice my deep puppish eyes and the washes of surrender and devotion that kept filling me up at being there with You (as it always does - sometimes even just from the sound of your voice...).

The pure happy pleasure of being on all fours in the kitchen whilst You prepared supper - chatting away, perfectly natural to have Your dog on the floor at your feet - feeling again that same wash of pure puppish surrender and pleasure: knowing i was in my place, where i belong, and the shudder of realising how normal and natural and *right* it felt - how perfectly and genuinely dog-like...

Nuzzling and saying good-bye in the only way a dog can - knowing You could see it's dog-cock strain within it's rubber shorts and hoping You might do what You did: relent and take the dog upstairs "just for 10 minutes"...

Kneeling before You, taking You deep in my throat again - the feel of You deep inside me, opening up my throat to You - the feel of Your thighs against the side of my face and tawt against my hands as You slowly drove deeper and deeper... feeling my throat thick with Your precum and my own spit - wallowing pig-deep in the feel of being of being pushed so deep and so perfectly...

You making the comment about "if it wasn't for those shorts and that plug..." and feeling the wicked grin spread over my face as i peeled them off and pulled my legs up: begging You with my grin and my hungry eyes...

Relaxing and giving the plug up to Your black-gloved hand - feeling the twitch of pain as it finally slipped out, but knowing that You would soon be filling me instead. Opening up my other hole to You, just as i had my
throat - willing You to fill me, take me, fuck me...

Feeling the hunger in You arise in answer to my submission - seeing the Master in You take over: wanting me, owning me, taking me, pushing me - pinning me down to the bench with the weight and the power of You - thrusting deep into me - Glowering at me with the look that makes me quiver inside and ordering me to open up: that there *was* more of You to come, and that i *was* going to take You whether i thought i could or not...

Pushed deep into the pig-space: taking the pain of You deep in my arse just as i had taken the pain in my nips: taking it, transforming it - letting *it* transform and remake me: pup, dog, pig, beast - YOURS in whatever shape or form You desire or can invent.

Feeling my hole open up, feeling my self surrender - starring up and seeing Your eyes deep and black with passion, Your beard and pelt shining with sweat, Your mouth hungry as it pulled mine to You to suck the breath from my lungs. Knowing that You are my only Master, Sir: my hole is Yours, and it is so sweet to be owned and taken by You so deep and so completely.

And then the pleasure of being able to suck You again in reward - the pure bliss of the taste of You hot and sweet on my tongue - and the deep pleasure of the feel of Your boots around my straining cock...

And finally, the 2nd reward of being told to hop back up onto the bench - naked and collared and proudly displaying: head-high, tongue out, legs and shoulders braced, back arched, arse exposed - my dog-cock dripping and begging for Your touch - given Your one hand to lick and nuzzle and suck whilst the other reached around, encircled me in your fist - just as my neck is encircled in Your collar - touched and teased, prodded and massaged - feeling myself close, wanting to hear the word of command that will let me give my cum for You - waiting for the release that only YOU can give me now: panting and barking and howling in release as You push me over the edge and into pure puppy surrender: milked and rewarded and blissfully confirmed as the dog that i know i am deep in my soul...


Your boy, you dog, your pig, your animal - in lust, love, devotion and surrender - simply YOURS in anyway you want me, Sir.


i am and always will be:
YOUR bootbrush

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

piggy-pup...

The rubber is tight and hot - warmed by the sun that comes trough the open sides of the summer-house; i can feel the sweat trickling down my back and sides, underneath the black layers - feel it dripping down into my rubber sox, trickle out and start to fill my waders. My sheathed cock twitches at the feeling: part sensual, part perverse...

My shoulders ache, and i pull against the chains to try and stretch them - there is just enough give to get a little relief, but every move just makes the rubber slick across my skin, and the sweat to drip and stain the wooden floor beneath my plugged arse... And so i settle back into position, chained and waiting for my Master's pleasure: my dog collar padlocked to a yard-chain, rubber-encased, kneeling in my waders, arms stretched wide and exposed: restrained, controlled, waiting like a good dog for my Man to return...

My ears prick at the sound of boots on the gravel path outside - my heart beats faster and i give an instinctive whine - then a bark in reply to the chuckle i hear as HE steps into the shed - everything is forgotten at the sight of Him: my Handler, my Master, my Man.

Desert camos encase tall firm legs, pushed into turned-down Century waders that match the dog's own - an olive green T sets of His natural tan, and allows the thick pelt of His chest to show through at the neck - strong arms and firm hands, pits free so the dog can catch the scent and musk of Him - a thick beard and cropped hair - and eyes that stare down at His dog with a mixture of possession and ownership, passion and care.

He stands just out of reach, and i strain against the chains towards Him - staring up at Him with devotion and hunger and need - try to bark and whine past the choking chain that keeps me from Him - pull against my collar until my vision tunnels and i fear i will pass out. i can't help myself - the dog in me is too strong, and the dog needs it's Man...

But He takes pity on His dog, and steps closer - lets the dog get it's face to Him, bury it's muzzle in Him - it whines and barks in pleasure as He strokes it's head and says those words that mean *everything*:

"Good dog! - good dog, bootbrush!"

i tilt my head up, tongue and muzzle still licking and nuzzling - stare up into His eyes and let Him see the devotion and obsession, surrender and hunger that fills me - that makes me His dog, His pup, His boy - His bootbrush... nuzzle and lick and strain once more - trying to show Him how much the dog needs Him...

"OK boy - your Man knows what His dog wants..."

He steps back a little - fixes His dog with a look of Command from under His brows that always sends shudders through it from balls to bone. One hand unbuckles the thick leather belt, slowly reveals His pelted stomach and the top of His bike jock - i strain harder against the collar, choke and grunt and curse the chains that keep me from lunging for Him in hunger. He laughs - and pulls the jock down - lets the top of His meat show:

"This is what my dog wants, isn't it, boy...?"

i bark and whine - tongue panting and drooling - splattering the wooden floor to match the pools of sweat that drip from my suit... He stands there: full, thick, ready - teasing His helpless dog as it strains to reach Him, please Him...

"OK boy - let me see your tongue!"

He steps closer - into range - but i know i must obey. i settle back on my heels tilt my head back and let my tongue loll open and wet - stare up at Him with my tongue dripping and both throat and mind open to Him.

"Good boy! - now, lick your Man's balls"

Just as i know He likes it: i go to work with my long wet dog-tongue: long, slow licks - encircling His balls with my tongue, coating them in dog-drool, letting my beard and tasche graze the side of His meat - working up His juices and letting myself become utterly absorbed - totally lost in the task - the smell and the taste of Him taking me down further, deeper into pup-space, more purely and perfectly only a dog - HIS dog.

"*gooood* dog!" He croons - and i feel shudders of pleasure at the encouragement, and the pride of knowing i am making my Man happy.

He rests His hands on my shoulders, and i know that it's time - i pull back from my licking, hold my head still with my tongue out and mouth relaxed - waiting, obedient, ready... i feel Him give my head a stroke as reward - then slowly, teasingly, His meat upon my tongue - everything in me wants to lick and suck, but i know i must control myself - do only as i am told. So i kneel where i am, keep my head still - wait...

"OK, dog - take your man's piss"

It comes slowly at first - trickles into me, hot and salty - then faster, more - i struggle to swallow it all like a good dog - my dog-cock dripping and straining in my sheath and a moan escaping from deep inside me as i drink down His piss and feel it filling me, changing me.

"You fuckin pervert!" i hear Him croon "my perverted fuckin dog!"

The flow stops, He pulls out - i know He's not done and wonder why... He pushes my head down, bares the zipped neck of my suit - i feel my dog-collar tighten as He grabs it, pushes himself down inside - hands on my shoulders he holds me there - submissive and kneeling beneath Him, staring at the toes of His waders... Then all i can think of is the wash of hot piss as it flows down inside my rubber - over my back and shoulders, filling up my suit just as He has already filled my throat - the pure pleasure of it makes me squirm and grunt and moan: hot man-piss sluicing down, pooling around my plugged arse, washing down my legs and filling my waders, bubbling out of my arse zip and dripping from my sheath...

"Yeah - fill up my dog - my piss-pup..."

He lets me go, and i sink back to my haunches - lost in the perverted pleasure of being bathed in His piss: He knows this has been a fantasy of mine - to stew in my man's juices, to take my Man whilst i'm filled with His piss inside and out - He can clearly see the pure animal response in my wet straining sheath - see the piggish reaction at being rewarded, perverted...:

"my piggy little pervert pup!"

i squirm in the wet rubber, kneeling at His feet - pant and drool and grin back up at Him - hoping and knowing what will come next - buzzed with perversity and Pride: his pup, His dog, His pig - His whole damned barn-yard if He wants it, just so long as i'm HIS...

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Created a new workout video - just for RopeTop. He says that He enjoyed the last 'rubber workout' video, but wanted to see the ink that He knows is there at work: and being a good dog, what could i do but obey...?



Thursday, August 06, 2009

Monday, August 03, 2009

What a pup is - part 2

I recently had an exchange online with a Top who had seen my pictures and was very taken with the idea of owning a rubberdog 'just like you'. However, after the first exchange of happy 'wuff's', it quickly became clear that he had very little idea of the complexities and responsibilities of owning a dog...

He wasn't unique - i get a *lot* of Tops who contact me thinking there is little sexier than having a boy encased, transformed, dehumanised, reprogrammed and enslaved - and living on all fours as their pet dog-boy for the rest of their lives - and who could blame them, it's one hell of a fantasy!!!

However, life ain't fantasy - and there are a few things any prospective Owner could usefully bear in mind regarding the safety and wellfare of His new pup...:

  • Long term encasement is stressful - physically, emotionally and mentally;
    Sure, it's a sexy thought to have a rubber-encased dog - but his skin can't breathe under all that rubber: sweat, salts and bacteria build up under there, and cause pressure sores and ulcers surprisingly quickly. i'm a pervert, and have built up my exposure to rubber-encasement over time - even so, the longest i've managed continually in rubber was about 24 hours...
  • Being on all fours is stressful - physically, emotionally and mentally;
    Like it or not, we've evolved to be on two-legs - even those who *know* they are pups. Being on all fours puts strain on the lower back, shoulders and neck - not to mention pressure on the knees and wrists. Good quality knee pads and mitts will help reduce this - but still, *some* time up on 2-legs is essential - whether your pup wants it or not!
  • Being a dog can be stressful - physically, emotionally and mentally;
    i know that all pups say how freeing and perfect being a pup can be - but still, long term it *can* be stressful: there is frustration at not being able to express yourself fully, discomfort in being restricted in your movements - hell, you even get bored being kept in the cage with nothing but a chew-toy for company!
    But even moreso: being a pup puts you in a deeply dependant emotional space: your *world* revolves around your Handler/Owner and their pleasure; that's bliss when They are there and you make them proud - but it's more painful than anything you've ever experienced when they have to go away - even for a little while...!

And off course - as the owner of a dehumanised but utterly devoted rubber-dog:

  • *OWNING* a pup can be stressful - physically, emotionally and mentally!;
    When you take on a dog, you take on the responsibility of looking after that dog - here in the UK, you even need a licence to do so! It's no less a responisiblity if you take on a dog-boy - *especially* if you want him to surrender to his primal pup-self - and to YOU:

    If he's going to be a dedicated dog, then what about feeding? (dog food is *not* a viable food source for dog-boys!!!) - or bathing and toilet arrangements? (ever tried cleaning an adult dog's teeth or wiping it's arse...?). And what about going to the shops - or other 'non-kink' locations...?

    And what are you going to tell family and friends - yours and his...?

    As the human in the relationship, it's Your responsibility to keep your pup healthy and happy: to ensure that his rubber isn't damaging his skin, that his posture isn't causing long-term health issues, that he has enough to keep him occupied - and most importantly, that he knows he is *loved*...

This ain't to say that rubberpup-play isn't immensley fun or deeply rewarding - for both Handler and pup - but it does mean sometimes having to take a step back from the fantasy and play. Most of all, it means having to take the responsibility of being an Owner...

Just like owning a real canine pet - having a pup can be a deep joy, but it is also a responisiblity; Look after them well and they will reward You with unquestioning loyalty and total devotion - but before you take home that cute 20 year-old with the big brown puppy-dog eyes and a desire to do *anything* to please You, please, just stop and think for one second: "Will I still love him when he's arthritic and 50...?"

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