Thursday, October 29, 2009

Back to reality...

A crazy week at work - budget cuts, redundancies, nasty rumours and low staff-morale - exhaustion and depression bleeding all purpose and life from the world to leave it - and me - grey and colourless...


And then, a simple message on Recon from my Handler:

"Just saying good morning to My dog!"

the whole day turns around: i know my Man is thinking of His pup - which in turn wakes the pup inside of me - and i can feel my tail wag and the grin spread on my face like the sun bursting out of the clouds!


Sometimes we really *do* over-complicate our lives, don't we? We let our well-being become blighted by phantoms and fears of what may be (and even fantasies of what we might think we desire...) - we become so overwhelmed by the mess in our heads that we forget the *real* stuff: the steady beat of your heart, the breath in your lungs - the knowledge that you are loved and thought well of by those who *matter*. When you are reminded to live in *that* reality, all the phantoms fade into fluttering shadows...


And so - thank you Sir: for that inconsequential little message - it reminded me of what is important - and *genuinely* made Your dog's day!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

A perverse fantasy... [for ForgeLives]



Piggy rubber-pup in the morning - perving to the 'Mr October' of the Invincible rubber calendar - There's just somethin about that long apron, the gloves and waders - the eyes staring cold and possessive over the mask - the head-fuck in the idea of being operated upon, tested, adapted...


Imagining this rubber-clad Master - and myself bound and restrained within His lair: IV in my arm, pumping a coctail of pyshotropics and steroids into my bloodstream - my head encased in a VR helmet that pumps porn and subliminal messages into my seething brain... The drugs and the hypnosis and the perverse desire bluring the edge between reality and fantasy, humanity and porn - makin me trip my face off...

Losing myself to the trip - to the voice and the rubber - drooling into the hood and staring with blank empty eyes as it all pumps deeper and deeper into me, pushes me further and further from any sense of reality or self or humanity - filling my brain with only lust and dependent need.

Feeling the rubber come alive - squirming over my helpless writhing body, seeping through the pores, worming into my mouth and arse and piss-slit - pulsing into every cavity, filling me up... my body throbbing with pain and perverse hunger - eyes covered, glossed over, blank and empty - mouth stretched in a scream, as the rubber-tide rises up and over my lips, down my throat. My whole face becoming an unrecognisable blob of rubber that moves and ripples - layer after layer coating limbs become so heavy and stiff - mounding and molding with rubberised muscle until it looks like some roided muscle-monster - the mind within assaulted on every side - programmed deeper and deeper into pure and empty service for the Man who sits behind the console and controls the whole process - who moves in the shadows, greedily watching my dehumanisation and hybridisation into an object, a mindless rubberslave dependent on Him, obedient to Him - addicted only to the pure bliss of HIS pleasure...

Mutated into a rubber-encased object - a tireless rubber-toy devoted only to the pleasure of the perverted mind that has taken and transformed me - utterly removed from humanity: no identity, no history, no face but the rubber that encases it and transforms it into a dehumanised object for it's Master's pleasure...

The rubber-creature finally released from it's bonds - so utterly changed that it has regressed to a worm-like state: it's face a simple smooth curve of rubber - no visible eyes or nose or features - it's throat a slick rippling tube in the center, ready and eager to be filled and fucked and pissed into. Body pumped and swollen within the rubber - devoid of humanity, warped by the rubber and it's service into that of a worm that lives only to satisfy it's Master's primal urges: a warm, soft, slick, wet hole, nothing more - the perfect rubber fuck-tube for the Master to dump His fluids into - greedily sucking with grunts and squeels and animal sounds - incapable of anything but greedy worship of the master who has abused and warped it's body and mind to His service...

Lost in the fear and perversity of that thought: finally and completely become nothing more than an object - my Master's kinky possession, devoid of any humanity or consiousness. Used for His pleasure, then stored away with His gear - hung up amidst His leather and rubber - connected to pumps and pipes that sustain it's limited rubberised life - mute, blind, senseless - aware of nothing but the vague passing of time before it is taken out again to be pumped and fucked and used once more...


(An expanded version of this story is now up on www.panskin.co.uk)

Monday, October 05, 2009

Road-side piss-break...

i am betrayed by every one of my senses: smell, taste, touch - intensity presses in through every nerve fibre to overwhelm every thought, all sense of self...:
  • the gleam of His leather and the flash of sunlight on chrome - the sight of the bike through the trees when i kneel waiting for Him to return...
  • the *sound* of Him: the creak of His leather one-piece and the sound of the zipper as it pulls down - the crunch of gravel and ivy beneath His boot, and the rustle of leaves in the woods around us - the sound of my own laboured breathing and the squeak as my leather meets His...
  • the *scent* of Him: the heady overwhelming mix of leather and musk - burying my muzzle into His chest, nuzzling for His nips - hearing Him grunt, then feeling His gloved hand guide me inside the suit - push my face and tongue into His pits - losing myself as His voice growls 'take a deep breath boy; get your man's scent!'
  • the *taste* of Him: salt from His sweat - musk and leather - my face wet, lost in His smell and the pure puppish joy of nuzzling into Him, smelling Him, letting His scent awake the dog inside me...
  • the *feel* of my own leather bike gear, tight and protective - beneath it, the even tighter rubber - holding me, containing me - body slick with lube and sweat - my dog-cock encased within the pouch-shorts: aroused, encased, constrained - slick and tight within a pool of my own juices - grinding down through the gear onto His boot...
  • tongue wet, mouth hungry - looking up at Him with hungry animal eyes - lost in the leather and Masculinity and Power that flows from Him;
  • seeing Him looking down at His dog - hunger and Pride in His eyes to see His dog at His boots - feel it grinding it's cock and balls into His leather in helpless arousal - hear it's moans and wuffs - knows it's begging Him, knows what it wants and needs...
  • watching with hunger as He pulls down the zipper - the flash of His red 'Bike' jock - gloved hands reaching in, drawing out His meat - the overwhelming urge to lunge and lick and nuzzle - but being a 'good dog' - waiting.
  • His hand pulling on the leash and my collar - telling me to show Him my doggy-tongue...
  • panting, tongue dripping, mouth wide and throat open - eyes fixed on His as His gloved hand guides me - holds my head - tells me to be still: 'no playing with it boy - just hold it there in your mouth - wait...'
  • feeling Him brace himself - knowing what's going to come - knowing i've already begged Him for this - to teach me how...
  • and then: the first hot gush of my Man's piss - filling my mouth, washing down my throat: hot, salt and bitter - desperately gulping, pushing forward - feeling it hitting the back of my throat, wanting to be filled by Him - taking His juices, His piss...
  • gulping it down like a good dog - wanting to make Him proud - show Him what a good dog i can be - what a pervert-dog i am for Him...
  • a shudder passing through my rubbered, kneeling body at those words in my head: 'pervert - dog' - coursing through me to twitch and fire in my plugged hole.
  • His piss coming in pulses - knowing He is trying to control Himself: not wanting to drown His dog, or make it choke - making Him proud: gulping it down like a good piggy-pup - knowing He can feel my throat and tongue pulsing as i do...
  • feeling my muzzle and throat become slick and wet, steeped in His juices - feeling Him coming to the end: knowing He's emptied His bladder into His dog - feeling it hot and full in my stomach - taste it bitter and strong in my mouth - feel Him getting hard now - know i can mouth it now, play with it, lick it...
  • i push myself down onto Him - feel Him slide down my throat: piss-slick and thick with pre-cum - feel Him shudder and hear Him grunt as His head pushes past my tonsils, down deep into my dog-throat...
  • nose against His belly, balls against my chin - feeling Him fill me - gagged with Him: breathless, stopped-up, plugged both ends - but wanting to feel Him even deeper - make Him follow His own piss down deep into my soul...
  • my arms wrapped round His legs, hands grasping His thighs - pulling Him into Me - feeling Him clench and flex as He starts to thrust: as He gives Himself over to the pleasure of fucking His dog's throat;
  • timing my breathing with the rhythm of His arousal - slipping into pure pup-space: lost in time, to thought - nothing now but this moment, this feeling: given to His pleasure - wanting it to never end: to be His dog, here, forever - nothing more.
  • He pulls out - i whimper - but He tells me to lick my spit from His balls - and i give myself over to it with equal fervour.
  • He strokes the back of my head, covers my eyes and nose with His gloves - gives me the heady smell of new Damascus leather to compliment the salt of His flesh...
  • i lick and nuzzle, breathe and whine, grind and hump - lost in the pleasure of giving *HIM* pleasure - hearing Him croon and growl - feeling Him stroke His meat - knowing how randy it makes Him when His dog grooms His balls with it's tongue...
  • and then He stills my head with His hand - again, tells me to hold still: 'show me your tongue boy'
  • i rock back onto booted heels - tongue and throat open - face wet with piss and spit - my eyes burn into His as He rests His meat on my tongue - makes me wait a moment - feel it hard and wet and ready - feel Him braced, resisting His own need for a second - teasing his dog, making it wait for the command:
  • 'good boy! - now: suck out your Man's cum!'
  • My lips clamp around His shaft, and my throat flutters around His head - i curl my tongue back to flick the underside - and feel Him shudder and tense...
  • and then His hands grab my head - hips thrust himself deep into my throat - and i feel Him: hot, pulsing, thick and powerful - pumping deep into me, down into His dog - filling it with His cum like He has already filled it with piss - pulsing, grinding, pumping - i can't breath, i see stars and my vision tunnels - but i give it *all* to Him, *for* HIM - for His pleasure, His need - HIS satisfaction.
  • It seems like an age - i am lost in the pure pleasure of *HIS* Pleasure - ride the waves of His passion... slowly i feel Him start to calm: His hands release my head - let me take a breath; i hear His own breath shudder inside His chest...
  • i feel His hands stroke my head, rub my ears - tell me what a 'good dog!' i am - His meat still wet and hard in my gentle mouth - i wrap my arms around His leg, give a muffled whine and wuff! - trying to express my thanks, my pleasure at having Served Him...
  • He lets me lick Him clean - bathe His balls in my spit again - He takes a moment's pleasure in His dog's attention... then tells it to 'leave!' as He re-dresses and pulls up the zipper...
  • i slowly become aware again of our surroundings: of the branches and leaves - the sound of the road the other side of the trees - the bike ticking as it's engine cools...
  • He grins at me - at His dog on it's knees, piss filled and cum-drenched - reaches down and grabs my collar in His hand - pulls me up onto my hind-legs - drags my mouth to His - wraps His arms around me in a crushing hug and sucks the breath from my lungs in a kiss filled with passion and Pride...
  • i grin back with pleasure, can't help but hump and grind into His leather as His hands ride round to grab my leathered butt, and gives the plug there a push - i give an excited 'WUUFF!' at His laugh and his pride-filled: 'pervert dog!'

And then - like the good dog i am - i follow my Master back through the road-side woods to His bike - watch as He pulls on the helmet, and then pats the seat behind Him; obedient, i swing up and settle carefully down (careful of my plug and rubber-shorts - still wet and slick with unshed arousal)... i give a happy bark in answer to His 'Home, pup!' - and another at the feel of His gloved hand reaching round to pat the back of my thigh where it grips His.

There is a distracting taste of piss and cum in mouth - and a *GRIN* on my face - for the whole ride back.

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