Monday, January 25, 2010

Saturday night...

There's a clear half-moon above us, and stars prick in a cold sky - across the river i can see the city light's smear, hear the dull roar of traffic, but here it's dark, quiet: flood defences and waste-ground, wire fences, warehouses and broken CCTV.

And here i am: kneeling in the dark, feeling the mud and gravel through my leathers - the dark bulk of the bike beside me, feeling it's still-warm engine shelter me from the cold breeze. Master's new dog-collar tight around my neck: bright yellow as badge and reminder of my place and my purpose.

Knelt here before my reason for being: my Master and Handler, center of my world and root of all that i am... So tall that He seems to shadow half the stars from the sky - tight leather one-piece and armoured gloves, Alpines planted firmly either side of my knees - helmet off, but still hooded as He stares down at His pup - He gives a growl as His gloved hand slowly pulls down the zipper - and the dog starts to drool as it gets that first scent of His meat...

Just as i've been trained: gentle mouth, warm around His cock - teasing it in with my tongue - gentle, careful - not too eager, not too rough: just relax and open and wait - wait to feel that first hot gush, then swallow and swallow again - gulp it down like a good piss-pup - all you can take, everything He can give - reaching up with gloved paws to hug my body closer to His legs, feeling His gloved hand reach down to cup and gently stroke the back of His dog's head: calming, holding me steady and still. The greedy sounds of a dog being fed as He sighs and growls and tips His a head back to stare at the stars - filling His dog up and warming it's throat with His piss...

Sensing when He's done - feeling Him start to get hard, knowing this is my cue: starting to nuzzle and lick - around the head, into the slit - chasing the last drops of piss and the first beads of pre-cum...

Licking and mouthing as He gets harder and harder, then pushing myself down onto His full hard length with a groan - my throat hot and wet, slick with piss and the dog's own juices - down until i feel Him fill me completely: feel His balls in my beard and His groin against my muzzle - wanting to breathe in His scent but i can't take a breath for the length and weight of His muscle inside me: gagging me, muzzling me with His passion and control... allowed to take a breath - and then, too hungry to stop myself, i'm pulling Him back into me: swallowing hard to make the muscles in my throat ripple around Him and feeling Him grip the back of my head harder in response... His thighs clench and His hips thrust and He fucks His dog's greedy throat over and over until it chokes - and then just a little bit longer...

Giving the dog a moments rest - grabbing His cock in one hand and pulling up His balls with the other - eager dog lost to itself now, face a wet mess as it licks and moans, bites and mouths and pulls...

Then finally told to sit back - show my tongue - told to beg to be fed like a good dog should: and careless of who may see or hear i whine and bark and plead - tongue long and dripping, with hungry eyes fixed only on an obedient dog's prize.

Then His hand on my collar guiding me forward again: 'Gently - good dog...' and the sweet kicking fullness of Him filling my mouth again - coating my teeth and throat, adding His cum to His piss and making His dog feel so fuckin lucky and special...

A fondle and pat of the dog's head as it licks and nuzzles Him clean - dog-cock hard in it's leather and helplessly grinding against His leg... And then another command to 'open-up, dog' to take the last dregs from His bladder: a piss chaser to the loads that have gone before...

The Master satisfied, dog sated - and the cold seeping in through the leathers... time enough now: back on with the helmet and onto the bike - dog swinging up behind Him, paws wrapped around His waist - knowing He can feel it growling it's pleasure in tune with the engine as we weave through the puddles and back into town...

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

On mindfulness and loving sacrifice...

Yesterday i complimented a Top on Recon for the photos (and description) of His rope work.

He was surprised that i commented on the pleasure and honour that His subjects must feel at His care and attention to detail in transforming them into works of art. He was surprised, and said that He though few would understand those sentiments - that for most He had met, bondage was simply a means to an end: a way to be forced to submit. Worse yet, even those who fantasised of being at a Master's mercy rarely had the courage to act on that fantasy - or wanted to control the action completely with rules and wish-lists when they finally met with a Top.

When i asked 'Aren't they proud simply to love and serve?', He laughed...

It got me thinking. On lots of levels: on not letting fear place limits on our lives, on the symbiotic Bond between Master and boy, and on the mindfulness that can come in the freely given act of loving sacrifice...

'There is nothing to fear but fear itself...'

If there is something you wish for in your life - something you desire - how you can let your fear keep you from it? i know that sometimes the power of our fantasies can be frightening - and that it can feel safer to leave them where they are - as fantasies - rather than face the reality of making them real. But Life is the summation of the experiences you have had - and surely you should embrace each and every one, and take every chance that comes to you.

We are a long time dead, and i for one do not wish to die thinking 'if only...'

So i say: Trust yourself - be careful and wise in who you chose to play with - and then give yourself the chance to be empowered and changed by embracing an experience outside of what you think is your 'comfort space'...

'On the Zen of slavery'

There is something profound in the ebb and flow between a Master and His boy - their shared weaving of Dominance and submission, of His power and the boy's service - when both players consciously give themselves to that exchange, it can transform them both, and truly elevate their play to art - or maybe even an act of worship...

Shibari and rope-bondage in particular can open that space: it takes time and focus to tie - to compose the intricate web that will both bind the boy and hold him safe. And that is time for the Bond to deepen and transcend mere 'sex'...

There is discipline in the tying - and in being tied; a sharing of the work in making art... There is no sound but the burr of rope against rope - and of your breathing falling into rhythm with each other... And with each knot and weave the boy can feel the Master's growing control of His body - and willingly surrenders to His power - he can feel the Master's gaze, the Mastery in His hands as it transmits itself into the rope...

But in truth - *any* mindful act of quiet submission will deepen that bond - and stretch the moment of surrender into a perfect eternity where the edges between the players can dissolve. Losing yourself in the pure perfect act of giving pleasure to Another - of willingly and joyfully giving your body to Them - frees you from yourself and your limitations; it can lift you out of time and into a perfect experience of simply 'being'...

On mindfulness and loving sacrifice

i meditate daily - it is a practice of being fully aware, fully in the moment - of not controlling my experience, but just being in it - irrespective of whether it is 'good' or 'bad'...

In some ways i recognise that this is also my mind-set when i am 'pup': and there is an immediacy and openness to the experience that is deeply liberating.

i try to also cultivate that openness in play - to be consciously and perfectly present, even whilst i give myself over to my Master and what He will do to me.

When i give Him my body - or my service - it is as a gift - lovingly and fully given - and so i want that giving to be fully aware, and honestly done. Anything less gives disservice to the Man i wish to serve, and belittles me in the act of not giving.

But when He accepts that gift - i know that we are *both* honoured; it's more than just the pleasure He may take from my body or submission, more than my own pleasure in serving and giving Him respectful devotion - because in His acceptance of my freely given submission we are both empowered. In my submission He becomes Master, in His dominance i become pup - we both release in the other what is there in potential, and deepen the Bond between us into something bigger than us both.

My submission does not belittle me or make me less than i was - it is a chance to give honour to He who deserves it, and to be honoured in return for the act of giving.

And so what is there to fear in kneeling and giving yourself in Trust to One who you know you *can* Trust? Who could miss that chance to be greater than they are...?

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Perversity



Fuck, but it feels good to be a pervert...


Perversity is giving your libido free creative rein. Perversity is letting yourself get a kick from the weird and the wonderful; it's surrendering to the pure beautiful madness that is arousal and sexuality without being limited by rules or conventions and cliches...

Perversity is surrendering to the horny little animal inside of us all - it's building up the erotic charge inherent in life and the act of living, and then letting that charge arc out in discharge over the slightest trigger...

Perversity is letting yourself be guided and trained: your libido slowly developed and focused into a thing of intensity and power, capable of overwhelming your every thought and limitation. It is the slow delicious process of having your sexual triggers programmed and sensitised by regular, deepening contact with the object of your perversity - until the mere presence of that trigger starts you off on a headlong spin into blissful mindless helpless humping madness...

Perversity is being introduced to rubber when you're at your most horny - just a little at first, and finding that you don't like it's smell - but then there's always a bit of rubber somewhere whenever you have sex, and you start to associate it *with* sex, and then slowly you find you start to *like* that smell, and then *LOVE* it - and then you find that just that rubbery smell triggers the memory and arousal all by itself...

Perversity is being told to always play with your hole before you wank - until you start to associate those sensations with being turned-on - then told to wear a small plug, then a larger one - until you find yourself turned on just by the feeling of something filling your hole...

Perversity is saying 'Oh no, i'm not into piss...' - then told to wait in the middle of giving Your Master the best head He's had cos He needs a piss - and being in such an aroused state that you don't even care that He didn't shake too well before coming back to feeding you His meat - it's then finding that over time you start to actually *like* that salty bitter taste on Him...

Perversity is being taken outside and told to piss against a tree like a true dog, then told to 'Stay!' whilst Master shows His dominance by marking over where you have gone... then He watches you closely as He aims that golden stream away from the tree and onto your black rubber skin, and grins as you shudder in pleasure at the incredible heat as it washes over and into the suit.

Perversity is realising that you are getting hard inside the piss-soaked rubber, waiting for Him to finish because you know it will mean a chance to get fed - but then feeling (and *yielding* to) a deep urge to lean forward and lap at that stream before He is done... Perversity is shuddering at that first taste, but finding your aversion only makes you harder - and that you would do *anything* to hear more of the excited encouragement He gives you for trying...

Perversion is realising how far you have come when, months of training later, you kneel in the Hoist like a good perverted piss-pup: barking and whimpering to be allowed to take your Master's piss, right there by the bar: paws wrapped around His legs, mouth gentle and tongue relaxed, oblivious to everything but the gentle bond of Man and Hound and the pure intense wash of pleasure as you gulp down every precious drop - and then open up your piss-slick throat for Him and His pleasure...



Perversity is being taken from shy and innocent boy (with a suitcase of rubber guiltily hidden under his bed) to an eagerly proud rubber fuck-pup that displays both it's collar and it's training to everyone, barks and wags it's plugged tail, drools at it's Master's scent, drips at the sight of His boots, whines for the taste of His piss...

Perversity is thanking your Master for everything He has taught you, and proudly telling Him that you will *do* anything, *learn* anything, *BE* anything - just for the privilege of loving and serving Him and being His perverted pup.


And perversity is getting instantly hard, just from the sound of your Master growling 'Pervert' at you - and knowing that He's proud of you for being so!

Thursday, January 07, 2010

Brrh!


That does say *minus* 12c - coldest i've known it here, and maybe a day for warm layers of leather more than rubber ;)

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

New Year frollicks




We had a *fantastic* time at the Gear pre- New Year re-launch party, in it's new home at Club O in Bristol (http://www.gearbristol.co.uk/). It's a nice venue - with lots of interesting spaces for a dog to snuffle around (including mutliple dark rooms and even a cinema!) - and the staff there were incredibly friendly and welcoming (the owner of Club O in particular was *very* taken with the dog - and incredibly sweet! :) ). The club photographer also took some pics - which will also be in HOT magazine...


Most importantly, it was nicely full of sexy guys and good friends - and *everyone* seemed pleased to see Handler, and ready to fuss the pup. A very big sexy *WUUFFF!!* goes to Hayden especially - for holding the dog's leash whilst Handler first went to the bar, *and* for instigating several horny pup-fondles through the night (not to mention being chased around the corridors at one point ;) ).




Best of all - the club has a car park at the side of the club, so we got to repeat our experience at the Hoist: with the dog hopping out of the car fully k9: rubbered, hooded and tailed - then trotting along the street and into the club on all fours, proud to be in public and at it's Handler's side... It felt incredibly natural, and deeply sexy: to be welcomed and recognised as only and purely a dog - to look and act and *be* just as i really am, and to spend the entire night as such in everyone's eyes...




It was also lovely to hear my Handler praising His dog to the other guys there (when He thought i wasn't listening...!) - telling them that He loves His dog, and that it's always a pleasure to be with him. Not much could make my pup-heart soar so much as hearing and knowing that i have made my Man Proud.




And His dog got to show it's appreciation later too:

getting randy and over excited with the smell and taste of His leather uniform, and getting it's muzzle into a mess from loving His smooth Dehner boots...

getting into such a horny state that it almost came just from being allowed to get His scent and snuffle and nuzzle and sniff at His nips and pits... whining in frustration at it's tight unpracticed hole...

the unbelievable and overwhelming experience of both holes being filled: it's Master relaxing back in a tub chair, His night-stick opposite Him, tucked between the matress and the bed frame - His dog on all fours trapped between Him and the bed, braced and trembling - muzzle in His crotch and fuck-hole backing onto the stick... moaning and droolling around the taste and feel of His meat on my tongue and in my mouth, the feel of His balls against my beard and the heady scent of His musk in my muzzle as i relax and open: grinding myself down until i can feel Him slide down into my throat with a groan... an intense and beautiful feeling in itself, but only intensified by the feel of the stick burried in my tender hole: the tip teasing my ring when i slide forward to gag, or burried painfully deep inside me when i move back to try to get a breath... Trapped between His cock and it's surrogate - alternating between throat and hole, cock and stick: speared and roasted between them both; my body sliding backwards and forwards - feeling like He has speared through my entire body... shuddering with the intensity of it, sobbing and whining with the frustration and intensity, whilst He relaxes, and fusses my head when it gets too much... and still, good dog that i am, i try to overcome that intensity and focus only on Him and giving Him pleasure in the way that i know He enjoys and demands...

An amazing, intense and incredible experience - thank you SIR for helping Your dog learn to love and please you better every time.
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