Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Master's cock-sucking dog


Greedy pup - on my knees, where i belong.

Master towers over me: yellow-flashed Alpine-Stars planted squarely with His legs braced and tightly encased in premium shining leather chaps - their double yellow stripes match the yellow of His boots and the attached Sam-Brown belt emphasises His chest as it nestles into His fur. Tight black gloves cover His hands, and His dark eyes stare down at His dog from beneath the peak of His much loved Muir. He is the perfect image of the Leather Master - and His dog shivers at the sight of Him, incredulous that it could be owned by such a Man and gifted with the honour of serving Him and making Him proud...

The dog turned up in it's leathers this time - a small attempt to emulate the Man to whom it is devoted: blue uniform shirt and tight leather jeans, a new pair of chaps to match His own - and beneath it a tight rubber sleeveless one-piece to hold it's arousal and confirm it's perversity.

It cannot express the pride it felt at His approval of it's altered appearance...

Now it kneels: the leather of both His boots and Chaps show the wet devotion it's tongue has shown them - and the rubber beneath it's leather skin is tight and slick with it's own dripping arousal at this act of willing submission. It groans with pleasure as it nuzzles into His groin - eagerly gives His balls the long slow licks with it's tongue that He loves so much. With it's tongue and mouth still busy, it tilts it's head so it can see His face, wanting to be sure it is pleasing Him - and receives a reassuring stroke of the head from those gloved hands in encouragement and reply...

Harder and more eagerly - wicked tongue finding the edge where sac and groin meet, working around and under, mouthing and chewing - no hands, just tongue and mouth and beard as the dog has been taught. Long slow licks - along the shaft and to the head now, around the glans and back to the root - exploring, teasing, pleasing - slick and wet and so incredibly long and thick and hard...

It feels His hand on it's head - responds to the wordless instruction and takes Him into it's mouth - tongue still licking and rippling under Him as it slides down His full length. Paws on the back of His legs, it can feel His thighs tighten through the leather in response as His dog's throat closes around Him. It holds Him there in the heat of it's body - suspends it's breath, relaxes it's body, it's throat, it's mind. Finally it has to rock it's head back for a moment to gather a breath - but holds Him there, just at the back of it's throat so that He can feel each ragged breath whistle past Him: cool on the inhale, hot on the exhale. It feels Him shudder in pleasure at the experience...

Taking Him down into it's throat, swallowing and licking, then rocking back to take a breath - over and over: relaxing more, taking Him deeper and deeper - deeper than it has ever managed before. Falling into the perfect surrender of taking it's Master deep inside it's body - letting Him set the rhythm, breathing when He lets it - sliding it's tongue far forward so as to open it's throat as open as it can - it has long since learnt not to fight the urge to choke, but simply to relax and open - to LET HIM IN. Falling into the empty bliss of pup-space within - relaxing and opening - letting Him fill me, letting Him control my breathing, my throat, my body.

Giving myself to Him - for His pleasure, for His service.

Feeling His arousal deepening - throat slick and thick with His juices - knowing that it is grinding it's own hips in reflection of His as He rocks back and forth, penetrating deeper and deeper. The lubed rubber slides over the head of it's encased dog-cock and only serves to deepen it's own hunger.

His breathing becomes ragged - it hears His voice thicken as tells it what a good dog it is, how it's doing well in giving it's Master it's throat and it's body for His pleasure - it feels a wave of pleasure and it's butt wiggle in automatic response - it feels He is close, and so it slows down the ripple of it's throat muscles to extend that blissful moment of climax for Him...

His hands gently hold it's head - it feels His legs tremble - and then there is the pure bliss as His pleasure pulses inside it over and over and over again: time stops, all thought is erased and all sensation is focused only on Him as dog and Man are swept into the shared vortex of His climax.



Slowly He seems to come back to Himself, the dog gently cleaning Him - licking and nuzzling, grin on it's wet muzzle at the pleasure it has given Him, and the bliss of His service.

It gives a contented wuff at the feel of His hand stroking it's head, rubbing it's ears - and another, even deeper, when He tells it it's been a good dog, that it's Master is pleased with it. He lets it have these moments of quiet devotion - stroking it's head all the while, grinning down in satisfaction at His devoted dog-boy and it's hungry mouth - gives an indulgent laugh at it's shudder and whine when He uses the toe of His boot to nudge it's frustrated arousal...

He leans down, feels it's body taut through the uniform leather - it obediently rises to all fours so He can feel over the curve of it's butt and feel the press of the plug in it's hole. He gives that butt a smart smack - grins at the satisfying thud of leather on leather, and the dog's well-trained bark in response...

Then He tips it's chin up with His gloved hand - he stares deep into it's eyes and tells it that He loves His dog - but that it's time to get it's puppy-butt out of it's leathers and up to bed; *but* since it's been very good, it can sleep plugged and rubbered by His side...!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Dog logic


A dog is the only thing on earth
that loves you more
than he loves himself.
-Josh Billings

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

fuck-pup

Horny dog with a hungry hole - thinking about it's Man: Thinking about Him and being fucked by Him - feeling that need deep inside: the need to submit, the need to open and give itself to Him...

Pulling on the rubber and working with a plug - thinking of it's Master as it trains it's hole to take more - want more - whimpers and whines as it remembers the feeling of being open to HIM, of submitting it's hole to HIM - of being filled and completed and fucked by HIM: down into submission, down into pup-space, down into being His dog...

The dog remembers it's first time in it's Master's sling: Master between the dog's legs, gently teasing and training it's virgin hole with His lubed fingers - keeping it's mind distracted with a weight stretching it's balls to the ceiling, and clamps on it's nips - stroking it's thighs with gloves hands and crooning encouraging words when it whimpered or whined... Gently teaching it's doggy-mind to trust Him as it's body learnt to take the pleasure and the pain, to submit and 'Open up for Me, boy...'

It remembers later training, strapped to a bench - head in a gasmask and feet in boots - pinned on it's back with it's legs pressed to it's chest, it's Master driving deep and hard into it's hole as it groaned and barked and panted within the respirator - struggling to take Him, *Wanting* to take Him - PROUD to please Him...

All these thoughts swim and pulse in it's head - as it's hole twitches and burns and it's heart aches - and all it wants, all it needs is it's Man and His meat - His pleasure and it's own surrender...

Training hard for Him, and wishing it was with it's Man so it could give Him it's hole, it's body and it's everything...

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

MHR...!


It's this dog's birthday this week - another year older (or is that 7 in dog years?!?), and hopefully wiser too...

It certainly *has* been a year of wonderful experiences - and i thank both my partner and Handler for their combined love, support and guidance,*and* the Universe for gifting me with such a happy and luck-filled life.

i *also* look forward to a whole new year of opportunities to show them *both* how deep and how truly a dog can Love them back...!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Rubber...


If you're read my profile or any of my fiction, you'll know i am utterly obsessed and *possessed* by rubber; over the last few days, i've been chatting ('grooming'?!) to a friend on Recon about why - and how rubber acts upon it's wearer to drive them into perversity. i thought i'd share some of those thoughts here:



Rubber is like an insulator Sir: it reflects back your own power, arousal and perversity - holds it inside of you and amplifies it all the more. It turns You into sex itself...

Rubber *is* intoxicating erotic: the way it holds in your own heat, slicks your skin with sweat and lube, and translates each touch or movement into overpowering sensation... When it's tight, you can feel it exerting an irresistible pressure across your skin - feeling it squeezing and caressing you within it's inescapable encasement... In it's industrial anonymity it also transforms and adapts the body - worms into your psychi and slowly changes you into it's own image...

Even putting on rubber can be an erotic experience: the way you must struggle and slide into it, inch by inch - as if the rubber is slowly eating you away... i always use silicone lube to dress, rather than talc: it's easier to pull on, is better for the rubber *and* it then acts as a lubricant between your skin and the rubber - amplifying the sensations 100 fold! You can even then use the lube over the top of the rubber itself to give an amazingly deep shine (and there's no 'white sweat' either!)

Wearing full rubber can drive this worm almost insane with frustrated arousal: it robs it of all outer identity, seals it away from reality, worms into it's head and eats away all self-control - it's like a black demon that infests and possesses me, takes over my mind and makes me incapable of anything except drooling, dripping, submission and perversity... i pull on the rubber, lock on the collar, and i can *feel* the rubber eat away at me - make me it's own...

The first time i wore rubber i was in my late teens - i was still living at home, still in the closet and very fucked up; i bought a pair of leggings, a long T-shirt and a hood and sneakily tried it all on one evening when my parents were out - just the feel of the rubber as it went on started to get me hard and breathless - struggling to pull each layer on - panicking when i got my arms stuck at one point, imagining myself unable to get it back off again and being found out as a pervert when the family got back...

And then, finally, turning to look at my mirrored reflection in the full-length mirror: the explosive pulse of shock and arousal to see my body swallowed up in all that blackness - transformed from the skinny little gay-boy into something inhuman and powerful... shaking hands holding up the hood - watching myself as i slid it over my head: seeing the rubber ripple up and over me - slicking over the last shreds of my guilty identity and replacing it with pure black anonymity...

A black-skinned, anonymous being stared back at me from the mirror with small glittering eyes from it's distorted, masked face - there was no sign of me, no sign of the scared young man, confused and guilty over his desires - just this glossy being of sex and desire whose shiny waterproof skin enclosed and devoured my own.

When I reached down to touch myself my touch was met by the yielding warmth of the latex; beneath it I could feel my body move, the muscles tense, the tight ball of my raised nipples, the twitching line of my cock held - trapped - within it's new rubber skin. As my hands drew over the rubber it squeaked and squealed, transferring the vibration to my skin, my aching cock head; each move of my body amplified by the clinging restriction: I bent forward, moved my hips, stretched my arms - and felt the rubber skin move with me, define me... the more I moved, the warmer the rubber got: it's chemical smell coming through the mask, the touch of it against my lips...

The warmer this latex skin got, the more I sweated within it and the freer it moved against me; until I felt I was being dissolved by the heat, the sweat and this rubber-skinned being's desire...

When I finally came, the violence of it almost frightened me: it was as if I had no control over the angry writhing and swearing of this rubber-skinned body - but the intensity of it also seduced me... and all the while those glittering pin-prick eyes watched with a hard and growing hunger...

Over the years I've collected more gear - gas masks, shorts, rubber toys, inflatable hoods - I also finally came "out" and finally met some of those men I'd fearfully longed for, standing in those shops - finally been taken back, shown those hidden dark pleasures as two bodies meet within their new skins; touching, tasting, exploring, joining...

But still the rubber has that same power... still those hard glittering eyes can stare out at me from the masked reflection: watching, waiting, controlling... The rubber has me in it's psiren-power - it is delicious and perverse, and i embrace it completely.

But that's just me - a confirmed pervert - You have to try it yourself, Sir: buy some rubber, try it on, be seduced by it's glossy transformation and erotic control - join us...

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Trusting and knowing


Blame it on the full moon, but this week my thoughts have stayed with the theme of 'Trusting oneself' which has run through a couple of the last posts ("Mindfulness and loving sacrifice" and "Fear is the mind-killer" in particular...):

* Can you Trust another - Trust a Master - if you do not Trust yourself?

* Can you Trust yourself if you do not know yourself?

* What does 'surrender' mean, if you do not fully know what it is that you give up?

***


Trusting comes from knowing: knowing yourself, knowing those you play with - and knowing what you are capable of together.


γνώθι σαυτόν: know thyself

Before you give the gift of yourself, take time to know what that gift contains - learn who it is that you are: what is it that drives you? what turns you on? Why does it turn you on...?! Where are your boundaries? Are they your boundaries - or limitations set by the expectations of others? Is this really your fetish - or are you simply curious...?

'Who are you - and why are you here?

This is not a matter of rationalising, or making lists - and it is certainly not about judging yourself by the standards of others. But it is about turning a gentle curiosity inward, and learning from the experiences you gain...

And the more you learn about yourself, the more you come to know how strong you are - and what you are capable of. Knowing that, means you learn to trust yourself.


γνωρίζει ο άνθρωπος: Know the man

Knowing those you play with is partly a simple matter of safety - and of community. A profile may say a lot about the identity a person may wish to project, but is it really much more than an advert? Don't expect to play deep on a first visit - and know them by the company they keep...

Anonymous sex and club-play can be fun, but the more regularly you play with a Top, the more you come to know them: you learn their triggers, They learn yours - together and over time you both discover new triggers and fresh boundaries... As you play those edges together - and return safe from them - a deep level of awareness and understand develops between You, and from that shared knowledge a genuine and deep Trust grows.

The more trust between you - the more freely and completely you can give - safe in the knowledge that you both understand the gravity of the gift, the honesty of it's giving, and the honour in having that gift accepted...

***

Big thoughts for a dog, i know - but then i believe that sex and play should be about more than simply having your holes filled or your balls emptied - and fetish/SM much more than simply a wee bit of something to add 'spice' to a bored sex-life...
That said - normal perversity will be resumed next week ;)
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