Thursday, September 23, 2010

Moving like a dog - amazing what you find on YouTube..

This vid was posted up on PupZone - they are basic Parkour exercises for strengthening the shoulders and core, and for teaching basic quadrupedal movement.

This is also the *perfect* way to move as a pup for any distance, and at speed.

i know, cos it's how i have always moved about as a pup: braced forward on my hands with a flat back, running up on my toes and driving with my legs - it's just a much more natural and fluid movement that clattering along on my knees... the extra bonus is that it makes your arse higher than your head, so your Handler gets a nice view of your tail-plug wagging with every stride ;)

Watch - learn - and practice...

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

A weekend in Yorkshire (with MSC Hallamshire): Sunday

(Previous posts: Friday and Saturday)

Sunday was a long slow wake up: brunch wasn't arranged until late morning, so the dog and it's Man had plenty time to lounge in bed and keep themselves occupied...

i love waking up slowly like that: drifting awake from puppy dreams to find my Man gently stroking and teasing his dog's cock and balls. i find myself licking His wrist and hand: still half asleep and yet driven by puppish need. He gently takes hold of my collar - uses it to turn me to face Him so my head can rest on His chest and my muzzle can be lost in the warm rich musk of His pelt: licking tongue seeking out his pits to humph and sigh and drink in His scent - wriggling and grinding my drooling meat against His thigh and lost in puppy-bliss. i scoot down to find His nipples - meaty and hard amongst the thick fur - lick and mouth, nip and bite, and whine at the grunted sounds of pleasure He gives in response...

He gently guides me to sit astride Him - muzzle deep in His neck as i nuzzle and lick at His beard, His ears, His face and nose - making eager little yelps and wuffs - chatting away in puppy-speak, and hardly even aware that i am doing it... i am simply lost in the feel of Him under me, around me: my puppy-cock pressed against His tummy and rubbing into His fur.

He knows i've had trouble with my fuck-hole, and would never ask nor demand - yet the pup in me seems not to know what my head worries about: it can feel Him hard and pre-cum slick between us, and the feeling drives away all thought and pushes me deep into a simple primal k9 need to be bred and fucked. i find myself gently pushing my hole back against Him - wriggling so that He slides back and forth against my ring and between my legs - whimpering my hunger to Him and begging Him to let me serve Him.

i know He does not want to hurt me - but the pup in me is beyond caring anymore. He promises He'll be gentle - teases and toys with my hole: seeing if i might be too distressed to have it invaded - but the pup wriggles and moans above Him: the boy may be unsure, but the dog knows what it needs. i hear Him growl in appreciation when His probing fingers find the dog's hole warm and inviting...

He turns the pup onto it's front - rubbers and lubes Himself - and feels the pup arch it's back in greeting towards Him. Both Man and dog on all fours, He slowly enters His dog's hole. Gentle at first - true to His word, He simply lets the dog get used to the feel of Him inside it. Listens to it's deepening breathing - feeling it struggle, then simply let go - feels it surrender and relax and open for Him: taking Him in, hungry to give Him all the pleasure it's body can give...

He enjoys the feel as His pup slowly moves beneath Him - exploring the different feelings it can give Him by twisting and wriggling, clenching and relaxing - every new sensation accompanied by moans and growls... Carefully He pushes His weight down onto of the dog's back - slowly pushes it down onto it's belly - His legs wrap around it's ankles, arms reach up to hold it's arms: gently pinning the dog underneath Him with His strength and weight. Holding it trapped and whining, He slowly starts to force His way deeper into it's hungry body - finds it eager and open, struggling against the restraint of His body to push itself closer against Him - whining to have Him deeper inside it...

His arms hold it's head, elbows brace against it's shoulders for purchase - His hand has to cover and muzzle it's mouth to stiffle the barks and howls that it shouts in it's excitement.

Fucking His dog - drilling it down - taking His pleasure from it's body and from it's total surrender to Him. Talking to it - muttering His own hunger into it's ear as He mounts and breeds His pup - feels it's body writhe and sweat beneath Him as it struggles to take Him deeper and harder - striving to give Him all that it has...

Waking the dog within His boy and taking the limit of His pleasure from it's body and soul.

It might have been hours - could even have been days; a dog has no concept beyond the moment - and that moment can last for eternity. All i really remember is slowly coming awake in the warmth and security of my Man's arms some time later - Him stroking my head and thanking His dog for making Him so happy and proud... then giving it a playful cuff and telling it to go make Him some tea :)

A leisurely wash and shave (finding that the hotel shower had a convenient built-in seat, just made for bouncing a pup on one's knee...!) - a quick pack, and then we had to head back to Richard and Andy's for brunch.

And an amazing brunch it was! Beautifully home-cooked on their amazing Range: a proper biker's full English (veggie sausages for the dog of course!) with copious tea - eaten sat around the kitchen table and accompanied by banter and chat, anecdotes and reminiscences.

It was a shame to have to leave and head back - but we had a ways to go, and so the pup struggled into another few layers - waved the guys a sad goodbye, and headed off towards 'the South'...

i've said it over and over - but every time i mean it with every fibre that i have: thank you Sir. For letting me meet and know Your friends - for letting me share a little part of Your life - for waking the dog inside me, and teaching it all that it is capable of. For making me the proudest boy and pup in the world in being given the honour to be collared and owned by the most wonderful and caring of Men.

i am YOUR dog Sir - and PROUD to be so.

A weekend in Yorkshire (with MSC Hallamshire): Saturday's bike run

(previous post: Friday)

Dog-Handler MC Display team!!

It's always a drifty, drowsy, blissful sleep with my Handler - spooned into the curve of His body, surrounded by the heat and the safety of Him: head nestled on His arm or His chest, feeling the beat of His heart and the rumble of His voice as His croons and whispers His dog into sleep. i always dream such strong puppy dreams with Him: vibrant with images of my own devotion and submission to Him, my absorption into my true k9 nature. The more i relax into that heat and security, the deeper becomes my submission - and the greater the freedom i feel to be simply His dog - His pup. HIS.

It's an interesting and beautiful head-space: freed from any thought or concern for anything other than His pleasure, my surrender. My body responds to Him without any conscious control of my own - and reacts with perfect instinct to His unspoken commands. It is a blissful state of pure awareness, fired with deep arousal and suffused by the incredible satisfaction of knowing i am in my true place - loved and loving, owned and protected, serving and pleasing my Man.

But all things have their time - and we were finally had to admit that the day had come, and we had places to go...

The Bike run was due to start at Richard and Andy's home in Rotheram - but that meant we had to find it first... There was a slight mix up with both the directions and the arrangements (including a nice 20mins sitting on the M1 fly-over admiring the view) - but we finally got to try out the bluetooth phone function on Handler's Scala headset, with Tim talking us in through the roundabouts and backstreets of Rotherham.

"Have you seen the size of this rhubarb?!"
Richard and Andy's home was *stunning* - they modestly called it a 'work in progress', but it was the most perfect renovation of a Victorian home i've seen: each room an incredible magpie's nest of beautifully reclaimed Victoriana and incredibly reupholstered furniture and furnishings. We could have spent hours just fingering the nic-nacks - but we had already made everyone late in starting off, so it was a quick cup of tea, then off playing 'follow my leader' and into the moors...

It's amazing that Sheffield and Rotheram can be so industrial - and yet in 15 minutes you are out in the wilds. The run the guys had planned was fantastic: up to the Dewent valley, along the snake pass and over the Pennines, a quick stop at Holmfirth, then Emley moor - and back to Sheffield.

Derwent was amazing - and we had a quick stop for tea (and few photos):

A tea-stop at Derwent: Handler takes a pic of us...
...i take a pic of Him...
(whilst Georgio struggles into his lovely nylon waterproofs)
And Vic takes a pic of us both.
We had a bit of rain - but it didn't last long (although Georgio was persuaded to struggle into his borrowed waterproofs... ;) ), and so we were soon on our way again up the Snake pass. The views here were stunning: equal to anything i've seen in the Lake District - especially looking back along the Ladybower reservoir - but the most amazing point was coming over the summit and down into Glossop, with Lancashire and Manchester spread out ahead of us to the horizon.

We had a fantastic meal at a great little pub - and then made a short rest stop in Holmfirth: where we had a quick look at 'Sid's cafe' (although Handler was more taken by the Ironmongers next door), and Vic kindly paid the 20p for us to use the civic amenities...!

Handler impressed by Sid's cafe
We also made a second stop by the incredibly Big Tower on Emley Moor (and a giggle at the bunch of kids there on their 125s) - and again to make sure everyone was OK just before hitting the M1 back to Sheffield:

Handler and Vic check directions

And gloat at how comfortable the Pan Europeans are.
It was a fantastic run - almost 100 miles, and every one of them suffused with the pure pleasure of being with my Man: chatting and laughing through the com, hugging Him tight over the drafty moors, and growling in pleasure every time He reached back to stroke my thigh.

It really is the most amazing pleasure to be Your pillion-pup and bike-dog Sir - thank you!

By now it was after 4pm - so we all headed back to Sheffield, and split off for a short rest before the planned BBQ at Ian and Tim's at 9pm that evening.

At least - that was the plan: Handler and the pup sneaked back to the hotel for 'a quick snooze' - but the dog got distracted when Sir 'accidentally' dropped an entire pack of melted Maltesers onto His chest, and the resultant mess took quite a while for the dog to lick clean...

It was already 9:30pm when we were woken from the most wonderful sleep by another 'Are you alive?!?' text from Vic (there does seem to be a general theme here, doesn't there...?).

It should have been a simple matter to pull on some gear and make the 30min ride to Renishaw - but somehow we found ourselves on the road to Chesterfield... and then Bakewell... We eventually found a couple of nice policemen at a garage in Mosborough who gave us directions (and who were most interested in the dog's helmet-ears) - and were finally greeted by the most rapturous applause when we got to the guys over 2 hours late...!!!

Ian was very forgiving - and had even kept the dog's veggie lasagna warm! Not that the dog showed any real thanks: giving terrible cheek about his deliciously practiced look of indignant innocence (and earning a little while in it's muzzle for it's pains ;) ). We also got to meet a lovely couple we've not met before - and the dog traded some very sexy growls and nuzzles with the leather-dog of the two... 

All in all, it was another perfect day: great company, fantastic rides, wonderful food - and genuine friendship. 

Thanks guys!!

(Next blog: Sunday)

A weekend in Yorkshire (with MSC Hallamshire): Friday

The long-awaited 'Golden frame' weekend bike-run at last!!

It's been months since the pup has been able to accompany it's Man on a long bike trip - but my back has settled a lot, and Handler said the FUKC guys had missed me at the last event in Bournemouth - so i tried to pack as little as i could, strapped on my lumbar support belt, and carefully clambered on behind my Man... :)

Unfortunately we made a late start in leaving - and the trip up was slower than we'd expected (i blame the Pope!) - so we only got to Sheffield in the early evening, rather than 5pm like we'd planned. The hotel was great - and we got a 12th floor room with a great view - but the guys were already texting to ask if we where still alive, and so we just dropped our bags and headed for the 'Meet and greet' (and didn't have time for the pup to change into it's rubber like we'd hoped).

Neither of us has ever been to Sheffield before - and the dog couldn't read the directions through the dark visor - so we got to see quite a random selection of the City (some of it twice) before we finally stopped a friendly Taxi driver to ask where the hell we were...

We finally got to Club Xes for about 10:30pm. The doorman looked our bike leathers up and down, and said: "Sorry mate, you can't come in: this is a gay club..." - which made Handler laugh and say "How sweet for you to feel the need to inform me of that...!" We finally got him to go check that the MSC were in fact holding their private party there, and he finally came back to sheepishly say "There's a bunch of other guys in leather in there, so you must be OK..." :))

It was a great evening - and everyone was incredibly happy to (finally!) see us. Everyone seemed impressed with the dog's new tattoo - and Tim and Ian were incredibly sexy and Witty as ever:

Tim and Ian make the pup welcome

...and Tim had some very sexy jeans

Handler had been up since 6am, so we didn't get to stay too long - but the buffet was great, and the pup got to sniff and wag it's way around everyone there - and Vic was very good at showing how to make the pup's tail wag...

Vic shows how to fuss a pup and make it's tail wag...
It was a great start to a fantastic weekend - but we were both very tired, and so crept away about midnight - leaving the guys (and the buffet) to the hen-night and the trannies...

Back at the hotel, and Handler scooped the pup in His arms to snuggle it under the duvet: tired and a little sore - but blissfully happy to be where it loves to be, and knows it belongs. Drifting off to sleep in the heat and the safety of His tight embrace - and dreaming of the day and the bike run to come in the morning.

(next blog: Saturday)

Monday, September 20, 2010

MSC Hallamshire

PE MEN: Handler and Vic showing how to ride in style and comfort

Just back from the most wonderful weekend with Handler: up in Sheffield for the MSC Hallamshire "Golden Frame" bike run.

Despite us suffering the occasional 'directional challenge' in finding and getting to a few of the events (is 2-3 hours a bit beyond 'fashionably late'...? ;) ) it was an incredible event - and the guys showed genuine Northern Hospitality. Thanks to Richard and Andy for organising a great ride on the Saturday, and providing a brilliant Brunch on the Sunday; thanks also to Ian and Tim for their hospitality on Sunday (and for keeping the dog's lasagne warm for so long past bedtime! ;)) ). And a thank you too for all the other guys for making this dog so welcome (Vic and Simon and Georgio especially!).

Photos and a more detailed blog will follow later this week - once Handler and i coordinate our cameras...!

Most of all though - i have to thank my Man and my Handler: thank you Sir for making this dog so happy, for telling it so often and so truly that You enjoy it's company - and for waking the dog inside so it can come out to play... ;)

Your dog loves You Sir: balls to bone, and heart and soul.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Making a start on my 'bootbrush' chest tattoo.

A sneak preview of Jo Harrison's design: my collar and tag amongst dog roses. 

Deep in the zone, and the endorphins are flowing.

3.5 hours and we're half done - and i'm a sore but deeply proud pup. 

(More pics on Jo's personal blog: "Home sweet home" )

Thursday, September 09, 2010

A long-awaited visit - part 2

(previous post: A long awaited visit - part 1)

It really was the end of a perfect day - cocooned in my leathers, back on the bike behind my Handler, enjoying the feel of the engine rumbling deep inside me, transmitted through my little glass plug - making me leak into the rubber jock and preparing my hole for pleasing my Man...

Handler was in a talkative mood - chatting through the head-set and sharing with His pup about the terrible accident He had on that road many years back (running into the side of a turning car that hadn't seen him - totalling His Suzuki and leaving Him in Frenchay for several days with head injuries and concussion - not even knowing His partner or family when they came to visit...). i knew of the accident, but He had never spoken in depth about it before - and his pup was silent behind Him: too shocked and horrified at the seriousness of the tale to say anything, and trembling at the thought of how i could have lost Him before He even found me. All i could do was to hug Him tightly - and thank the gods that he survived and came back to us all without damage in the end.

Back home at last - but far later than we had intended (despite the dog nagging it's Man that it was worried about Him and wanted to make sure that he gets enough sleep ;) ). So it was out of the leathers, a quick spruce and tidy-up (dog or not, i think it's a mark of respect to be clean for your Man's pleasure) - and then shyly padding towards the bedroom, where i knew He was waiting...

Nosing open the door - slinking in on all fours with big eyes and a curious whine: the perfect playful pup as i peek around the edge of the bed and give a soft bark to my Man where He sits up, half under the duvet - making my Man laugh with a: "There he is!" - then He pats the bed and i spring up to gently knock Him back into a laughing heap of licking dog and wrestling Man.

Snuggling together - pup spooned against His side, gently stroking Him, nuzzling into His fur and scent - letting myself dissolve into the bliss of being with Him: feeling His heat, washed clean in His scent - the rumble of His voice where my head rests against His chest, and the feel of His strong firm hands where they gently stroke and pet - the feel of His pelt against my naked skin, the contrast of my pale but inked skin against the deep copper of His own.

Feeling His hand entwined in my collar - guiding my muzzle towards the hard bead of His nipple amongst His fur - not needing any more encouragement, as the pup nuzzles and licks: long and slow, hard and quick - teasing and flicking with my tongue - parting the fur so my teeth and lips can encircle that slowly swelling point of His arousal. Rolling it between my tongue and my teeth - gently mouthing, then nibbling - slowly increasing the pressure, the roughness; starting to gently pull my head back so my teeth gently tug His chest outwards and up - then releasing the pressure and returning to nuzzle and lick again. Feeling Him holding my head hard against His chest - encouraging and controlling. Taking his whole nip and chest in my mouth: transformed into an eager pup, suckling at the teat of it's Man's hunger. His hand guiding my head back and forth between each nip - mouth working on one whilst my paws work the other - hearing myself whine and whimper in pleasure at giving HIM such intense pleasure.

Those hands, once again on my collar - wordlessly guiding me down - following the forrest of fur and scent to bury my muzzle in His crotch. Moving my body under His instructing hands so i straddle His belly - haunches high and dog-balls swinging, leaking dog-cock dripping a trail of precum into His pelt. My head already lost in the hunger and bliss of feeding from Him - working Him to unbelievable hardness with my mouth and tongue.

Flipped over onto my back - head tipped back and tongue ready: He rears above me, astride me - looks down at His eager, hungry dog, and then slowly drives down into my willing throat. Counting the strokes again "One.... Two.... Three...." - training His dog's throat to open up and take Him as deep and as long as He wishes it. The dog reaching up to tease and pinch at His nips again - knowing He loves to feel that as He drives us both almost to the edge... and then, carefully, he backs us away from it again...

Turning out the light - turning me over onto my side and gathering me up into His arms again: spooned with my back against His chest and my head upon His arm - wrapped up within the warmth and safety as He nuzzles my neck and croons into my ear. Loving those quiet times, but still helplessly horny - feeling Him hard against my thighs and butt and desperately wanting - NEEDING - to feel Him inside me. Wriggling within His safe embrace - quietly whimpering and panting - hungry puppy tail wagging and bumping back against Him: begging with every fibre of my being...

Hearing Him chuckle: "Puppy wants to fuck?" - rolling over slightly onto my front, one leg cocked under me to wag my hungry hole and head slightly raised so i can look over one shoulder and plead with a whimper. Feeling Him reach for the lube, gloves and condoms - the cool slickness as He gently prepares and teases my hole: one gloved hand probing and teasing as the other gently encircles and secures my hard puppy-cock. Then it's off with the gloves, and He gathers His dog back into His arms...

Rocking myself backwards: tipping my butt and edging my hole towards Him - feeling Him slick and hard as i gently rub the ring of my muscle against His lubed meat: trying to find the perfect angle that will just let Him slide in. Those first few inches that make me gasp - part in pleasure, part in pain - feeling my inexperienced fuck-hole struggle to take Him - feeling Him lie perfectly still: not wanting to hurt His dog and so letting it take it's own time. Feeling myself relax more - settling back into His arms - shuddering at His softly breathed "Good BOY!" - growling back in reply, and gently moving back against Him: exploring the sensation of having Him there deep inside.

And then the unbelievable pleasure as i feel Him start to move in response - gentle and careful at first: testing His pup and it's hunger, how well and how deep it can take Him without pain. Responding to the pup's whines and sounds of pleasure: a little deeper, a little longer, a little harder - moving a little to rest more of His weight against my back - starting to drive harder - the pup feeling the controlling weight of Him against it's back, it's butt, it's thighs. His one hand reaching under to hold the pup's wrists safe in the grip of one hand - the other stroking it's thigh, then gripping it's waist to pull it back and hold it still: making it easier for Him to stroke and grind deeper and faster - the dog whining and panting in response - grinding back against Him - pink tongue seeking out His arm to nuzzle and lick in it's hunger.

His hands turning the dog onto it's front so His weight is full against it's back - His knees pushing the dog's legs apart, then wrapping around them to pin it down into the bed; still holding it's hands, He draws them up over it's head - so it is spreadeagled beneath Him: pinned and controlled, covered and protected. It moans and barks as He drives down into it - His full weight now, forcing it to take Him deeper and harder - He leans and whispers into it's ear: "I'm going to fuck you, pup - all the way: I'm going to make you take my seed".

The dog can only bark and growl it's surrender - too deep and too hungry to even remember the words for "Please. Yes. SIR!".

Long and deep. Hard and slow. Stroke after stroke. The dog pinned beneath Him, pressed under the weight and strength and POWER of it's Master, it's Man. Giving itself to Him - bred by Him, filled with Him, surrendered to HIM - no longer able to tell the difference between pain and pleasure: only feeling heat and weight and hunger and passion - barking and trying to writhe within the iron grip of His body - adding to His own hunger, feeding His control...

Fucking for what feels like hours: oblivious and careless of time or meaning - become only each moment, each thrust and pant and whimper. But finally, hearing the strain in His voice and feeling the tension building within Him: knowing that He was coming close... Pushing my hole back as hard as i can - trying to twitch and clench my muscles, and hearing Him groan in pleasure - feeling Him strain to push deep inside, then hold Himself still at the deepest point: a moment where we both seem to hold our breath - and then the incredible feeling as He throbs and pumps inside me - a feeling i have never had of such complete bonding: my very soul filling up with the power of Him, the strength of His juices pumping deep into my heart...

And then, spent, He rolls us both over gently onto our sides. Still deep inside His pup - still hard and twitching - He gathers it back into His arms, enfolds it in the scent and musk of His masculinity. His arms the protection which rewards it's surrender - He touches it's collar and breathes onto it's neck: whispers His praise and Pride in His pup and it's selfless efforts to please Him.

And finally - both exhausted, complete - we fall gently into a perfect sleep: Man and hound, Master and boy.

He is still inside me when we wake the next morning...

Monday, September 06, 2010

A long-awaited visit to my Handler (at last!) - part 1

Finally! My back has been slowly getting better - and since it didn't give me any trouble after the last short (damp) ride out, Handler decided that maybe His pup was well enough to come stay for a little play-time...

i was very good - and *tried* not to bring my entire collection of gear: just my rubber pup-suit, a few toys - and leathers in case we went out on the bike again... But i did also wear my nice new leather kilt from UnionKilts. Handler *loved* it! (i know His partner is partial to a kilt too, so i did have an idea He might enjoy His pup unbifurcated ;) ) - and His pup loved the way He kept stroking and patting the soft buttery leather over it's arse and crotch...

i always both love and hate the drive down to see Him: the excitement and nerves, the expectation and impatience - the human driver having to carefully ignore the eager puppy leaping about within my core, thinking only of dashing to it's Master's side. But love or hate that drive, it is always completed in perfection: when He opens the door with that smile and a growled "There's My dog...!" and opens His arms to gather His dog back into where it belongs...

Amongst all the intensity and play, there is still nothing quite like those first few moments in my Handler's arms: as He strokes and pets my body and head, rocks and croons me down from the world and into my true self. Nuzzling into His chest and getting the first scent of Him, feeling His heat and strength - and the love and protection He gives - allowing it all to wash over me, to melt away all our worries and concerns - to surrender and open the door to let the *pup* out for Him.

And then it was up into the playroom (not quite scampering up on all fours, but still with a spring in my step ;) ) - and *almost* leaping up onto the couch-bench. Lying back with Him at the head - spreading the kilt and gently easing my head back and over the edge - eager to show Him that neither my tongue nor my throat have forgotten how to please Him. My hands reaching for Him to cup and embrace His thighs, to draw Him towards His pup's waiting muzzle - slowly, slowly - letting Him feel the warmth of my breath first, then the gentle tentative probings and tastings with my tongue; nuzzling His thighs, mouthing and gently licking His balls (and letting His cock also gently rub against my beard) - hearing His sigh and feeling His hands come down to stroke my cheek and cup my chin - taking each tasty globe in my mouth - sucking and licking and chewing and pulling - gently working Him up, getting His juices flowing just as He likes it. Long slow licks over His balls, onto His shaft - warm, wet dog-tongue tracing the full length of His masculinity and power - loving Him, tasting Him, worshiping Him, pleasing Him - *teasing* Him...

Then, finally - taking Him into my mouth - the sweet taste of His pre-cum and the overwhelming scent of His arousal starting to make *me* lose control now too - wanting Him in me, deeper, longer, harder - my thighs grinding into the bench and my crotch dry-humping air in subconscious hunger... my whole awareness focused on the sex of my mouth and throat - teasing with my tongue: exploring, tasting, massaging - a rippling welcome carpet down into my hungry and waiting throat.

Each time deeper - letting Him feel the back of my mouth whilst my tongue curls back to tease under His glans, then sweeping back along the whole length of Him to lick and tease again. Over and over - feeling Him getting harder, hearing Him breathing deeper, starting to growl - taking the sign and opening my throat to Him at last: knowing that once we start neither of us will want Him to finish until He is done...

Training the dog's throat - counting the strokes: "one.... two.... three...." slow and careful at first, not wanting to hurt His dog, but needing to teach it that it is Him who is in control now - the final "ten..." of each sequence held longer, filling and completing me - relaxing my throat deep inside and us both feeling it part and open for Him. That delicious feeling that i have no need to breath - that i could subsist via osmosis just through Him being there filling me, completing me...

Sometimes taking a break - letting the dog get it's breath and it's throat to recover - both sitting up on the coach, legs astride: pup enfolded in His arms whilst He nuzzles and breaths on it's neck - tenderness within the control, love within the surrender...

What feels like hours spent in that blissful pulse and push, ebb and flow - until both Handler and pup have had their fill (although rarely their climax - not yet, not so early in the day when there is still so much more to be done...! :) ).

Then down-stairs to sit on the couch with His pup at His feet, head on His lap - a few simple moments of 'normality' to let us both come to our senses - a chance to catch up a little: to ask after each other's partners, work, 'life'. The unspoken reminder that we are friends who care for each other, just as much as we are Master and hound... Making plans for the next few days (even though we know we rarely stick to them because the dog just get's too distracting... ;) ) - keeping an eye on the weather and deciding if we can head out on the bike for a run - the dog barking excitedly, and so it was out of the kilt and into the leathers and away on the Master's silver steed...


i just love being with Him on the bike - it is so much His natural state. The confidence with which He rides - leaning as one with the machine into corners, effortless and self-assured - the way He seems to grow taller and leaner as soon as He legs grip that saddle: you can tell how much He loves it, how much He is bonded to that thing of steel and freedom - and how much He loves to have His pup behind Him too.

It is such a joy, that it is *almost* my second favourite place to be (after being under Him, or held in His arms ;) ).

Out along the winding roads of Gloucestershire - up onto the Fosse Way with the world sweeping away in grand sweeps and wolds, and the wind whipping the clouds into a perfect sunset. Down into the beautiful valley and mill-town of Nailsworth and on to Stroud - planning a crafty chip-supper on the hills to watch the sun go down, but ending up at a wonderful little Italian Ristorante for the most amazing risotto (and their genuinely *perfect* tiramisu :) ).

Then it was back into the velvet darkness of the isolated hills - the rain staying off and the moon rising to peek through ragged holes in the clouds - heading home again, knowing that a warm bed and my Master's arms where waiting for me.

But that - as they say - is for another entry... :)

(next post: "A long awaited visit: part 2")
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