Sunday, May 16, 2010

Counting blessings

Out on the bike with Handler again on Friday - He wanted to cheer His dog up and give it a short break from it's worries and woes, and He knows that a 'zoom zoom!' will *always* put a smile back on it's face...

In payment, He left the dog with some 'homework': to make a list of the things that we have done that make it the happiest.

Things that make this dog happy to be alive:

  • Leathered and booted and waiting for the purr of His bike down the road - bouncing out of the door and down the drive to greet Him with a grin on my face and my helmet in my hand - how He says 'Where's my smart dog?' and 'There he is!' in that excited way
  • catching the scent of Him when He hugs His dog close and lets it nuzzle it's head onto His chest and under His chin
  • the feeling of security and completeness when He locks on my collar: the weight of it which reminds me i am loved and owned, the clink of the dog tag against the padlock when i turn over at night - and the look in other people's faces when they see the pride with which i wear it when i am with Him
  • the way He always come in to greet my partner - with a 'Hello, gorgeous man!' and a  proper kiss - and the grace with which He always says 'Thank you for letting me walk my dog'
  • the way He always has to chivvy the dog along with  'OK Dog - get your shit together..!'
  • The sheen and glint of the bike, waiting for us outside
  • balancing myself with a hand on His shoulder as i swing onto the pillion seat - the way He always reaches back to pat His dog's thigh as it settles itself (and the way He strokes and fondles behind my knee at every traffic light - just to remind His dog it's thinking of Him and would be fondling somewhere else if only He could reach...)
  • His grunt of pleasure when His dog gives Him a great big hug - overcome with the urge to physically express it's love and joy at being with Him - being His pillion-pup
  • gripping His thighs with it's legs and sliding it's gloved hands tighter around His waist as He accelerates away - Him laughing when his pup laughs 'Zoom zoom!' though the com
  • The incredible ease and smoothness with which He rides His bike - and the feeling of oneness that His dog feels in sharing that time, that ride with Him
  • Making Him laugh and smile every time it barks at every other bike that rides past (even though it probably deafens Him through the com...!).
  • bumbling along in full 'tourist mode' - getting lost, but knowing we are always just where we want to be...
  • keeping a nose out for cream-teas and quaint cafes - terrifying the posh old ladies as we stride in fully booted and leathered, and then winning them over with my puppy-smile and best manners (and our insistence on being served proper loose tea in real bone-china) 
  • the honour of being able to be seen with Him, and have people see my collar and the affection with which He treats me, and so know that i am His. That such a beautiful, masculine, powerful and cultured Man has chosen me as His companion for that day...
  • reading His words of encouragement and praise - or the pride with which He speaks to other people of His pup and the fun we have together
  • kneeling by His side - hugging His boot - and being fed chips and deep-fried mushrooms as we watch the sun set over Weston
  • scampering at His side through the many clubs and fetish nights - rubbered and plugged and hooded and utterly proud and happy to be His pervert-pup - freed of all humanity and limitation and simply able to love Him and serve Him and give Him pleasure
  • The touch of His hand on my head when i quietly kneel by His side whilst He talks to His friends - a gentle reminder that He knows i am there, and appreciates the company
  • the eager excitement when that hand gently presses and guides my head to turn towards Him - the other hand reaching for His cod-piece - wondering if He needs a piss, or wants His dog simply to use it's throat and tongue to give Him pleasure - and knowing i am eager to do either and both
  • hearing it's Master say 'good boy!', and knowing it has pleased Him
  • The smell and taste of His leather under my tongue
  • the feel of it's body, tightly encased in rubber - converted and transformed into something so deeply sexual and utterly perverted
  • scampering up the stairs to the play-room on all fours - leaping onto the coach and onto it's back - sliding it's head over the edge with it's throat open and it's tongue waiting...
  • the feel of Him, deep inside me - completing me, fulfilling me
  • His shudders of pleasure - the feel of His thighs as they flex under my gloved hands, the taste and smell of His meat and balls - His ragged breathing, groans and growls - all telling me that He is enjoying what i do, taking pleasure from the attention His dog gives to Him - the knowledge that i am pleasing Him, serving Him
  • and afterwards - nuzzling up, safe and warm under the duvet - He opens His arms and gives His dog that special smile - tells it 'come on here pup' and then has it turn on it's side, so He can hold it enfolded in His arms, it's head on His shoulder and His breath on it's neck - feeling Him strong and warm against it's back, His arms enfolding, constraining, protecting...
  • letting go - surrendering - feeling my body and mind relax - knowing that i am safe, that i trust Him - that i am HIS, and that is all i need know
  • drifting to sleep with His voice in it's ear - crooning and filling it's head with the play we have had, and the ideas and plans that He has for the day to come...
Oh yes - so many blessings - so many ways for a Man to make His dog smile...

1 comment:

  1. You are an amazing pup/boy/slave/man/human being! What a joy it always is to read your insights. This blog should be "required reading" for all who have any interest in the "lifestyle....."



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