Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
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...?"