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...!

2 comments:

  1. I had sex with our family dog as a kid. He was a boxer, and he mounted and fucked the ass off me in the bathroom alot of afternoons after school, before any body else came home, I knew all about his sexukality, and how his cock felt to him. Eventually it got too wild and I gave it up. I still Know all about that stuff though, and I stll feel prety horny about it!.

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  2. i'm afraid you are VERY mistaken, my friend: there are NEVER any 'real' dogs involved in our play.


    If you read the blog intro (and most of the entries too!) then you will see that *i* am the 'dog' here - and i am very much *human*.

    This blog and its entries are about human pup-play: a form of BDSM dynamic between two people where one 'player' expresses k9-like instincts and behaviours towards their partner, Master, Owner or Handler.


    i'm not sure what form of BDSM practice you might be thinking of, but i can assure you, pup-play does *NOT* involve biological dogs or any other form of bestiality. Not *EVER*.

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