Monday, February 28, 2011

MSC Bournemouth 25th birthday weekend



This weekend was the 25th birthday of the Bournemouth MSC. Handler has long standing associations with the club (He used to be secretary for the related Severn Link MSC) - and so He went down to celebrate with them, and took His dog down with Him too.

Handler took His pup down to their summer 'Hide and Sea' event a few years back; that was the dog's first such club event - and we had a fantastic time both at the various brunches and dinners, and riding out through stunning summer sun on the organised bike rides around the Dorset countryside.

Unfortunately, this being February, the weather was a little less reliable this weekend...

Friday


The forecast was for light showers, so the pup packed for the bike, wore its civvies, and forgot its original plan to throw extra gear in the back 'just in case'. Half way down the M5 it began to fret that this might have been a serious mistake, as the clouds got thicker and the rain began... That rain was lashing down by the time it got to Handler's - and so it was an already disappointed pup that Handler opened the door to: knowing that He would say we would head down in the car, rather than face a long wet journey down to the coast. In fact, the dog had such a long face that it's Man came as close as He ever has to telling it off: saying that its fretting made Him feel His dog was not happy to be with its Master, and that He would not hear it call itself a 'Stupid dog" one more time...!

Taking the car wasn't such a bad thing in the end, though: it gave its Man a chance to pack lots of extra gear Himself - and we also got to chat and laugh all the way down in much more intimate way than we can on the bike (even with the intercom). And best of all: the dog got to ride the entire way with it's paw resting on His lap - and sneaking puppy-eyed gazes at His powerful and much beloved profile ;)

We got down late, so didn't get our planned nap in the hotel before the event (Sir had been a work since 7am!). Instead, we just had enough time to unload the car and for the pup to change into it's leathers before heading down for the welcoming reception at Tiger White, then on to the buffet at the Club's base in the Baker's Arms.

It was wonderful how nice everyone was: how genuinely pleased they were to see Nigel, and how welcoming they were to the pup too (even saying how much they had missed it at the run last summer, after it had to cancel due to its bad back). There were so many friends that it can't mention them all, but it was especially wonderful to catch up with Travelbiker and Georgio, to see the wonderful James (from our own Bristol Club Gear and Hot magazine) - and for Sir to chat and tease with His very long time friend John (Granny G ;) ).

We stayed a while - but Sir took pity on the dog's yawning, and finally dragged it back to the hotel. Not that we got an early night - not with Sir looking so fantastic in His leathers and the dog all randy from a day with it's plug in... (Handler backing the dog against the mirror so He could watch Himself drive down into its hungry throat - then using His gloved finger in its mouth to manoeuvre it to the bed where He held its head down with one hand and stroked the wrestle suit it had worn under its leathers with the other: the dog moaning into His glove and humping it's hips off the bed until He could feel it's cum oozing out through the tight fabric - then peeling off the sticky lycra, guiding it over onto it's side and belly, and slowly, perfectly, taking His pleasure from it's hot and hungry hole... But more on that for another entry i think...!)

Saturday


After another late start (more of the same distractions i'm afraid...!) - and a wonderful impromptu breakfast at a little cafe just off the front - we met up with everyone for a lunchtime drink back at the Bakers Arms.

There wasn't a run planned, so we headed off for a nice afternoon drive around Dorset - in particular, Handler wanted to take the dog to see the beautiful village of Milton Abbas (where they had stopped at one of the previous MSC bike runs, and Sir had used His gentlemanly charms to persuade everyone to go for a charming afternoon tea, rather than a beer at the local pub ;) ).

It was a nice afternoon - and perfectly finished with our usual afternoon tea (this time at a lovely farm shop in a converted barn, where the dog also got to fuss a sweet biological puppy, and be reminded that an inherent friendliness and joie de vivre must always be at the core of any pup - whether on 2 legs or 4)

After that, it was a quick nap at the hotel - then we changed into formal leathers and heading to the Yenton for the weekend's Gala dinner.



And what a beautiful dinner it was too: there were 50 men attending, and so the club had the hotel to itself; everyone looked fantastic in their gear - especially the committee in their black club shirts and yellow piping (not to mention the prevalence of black kilts!). The meal itself was superb - and the company excellent - even if the pup had to sit at a separate table from its Man, and so spent the time between courses apologising for breaking the conversation, when it heard His whistle and dashed off to sit on the floor by His side ;)

After the meal there was a chance for a few speeches and some formal photographs, before the group relaxed in the bar. Handler took this opportunity to 'borrow' a room from Matt and Thom, so that the dog could change into it's rubber pup gear - then led it down to formally introduce it to the men (most of whom had never met it in 'pup' form before).

Everyone was incredibly friendly - and gave the pup lots of pats and fondles. They also chatted and laughed with Handler, and asked lots of nice questions about the dog's training. Unfortunately, it was very warm in the bar, and so the dog was soon leaking sweat from every seam and access point in its suit - leaving little puddles everywhere and being quite a safety risk. Sir begged a pile of paper towels from the bar and James had to apologise at laughing to see the dog trying to mop up after itself (it was quite a funny sight!). Sir said that we should have brought a 'Wet sign' - and the pup later laughed that we should perhaps have swapped its tail plug for a mop... ;)

(i have since heard that some members were shocked and thought the dog had been cocking a leg! But i am fully house trained, and i swear it was only sweat...!)

Sunday


It was a late night - and an early morning too. i'm not sure that Handler managed to sleep too well, not with the dog wriggling and fidgeting in His arms - whimpering and grinding its hole back against Him, begging Him to fill it until He finally relented and bred it in the most amazingly deep and intense fuck that it has ever experienced - opening wide both its body and its heart, and bringing it the closest it has yet come to a full anal orgasm...

With all the night-time shenanigans, we were both quite exhausted when the alarm finally dredged us from our slumber - and the dog practically had to drag Him from under the duvet with promises of copious tea and biscuits...!

Midday saw us back at the Baker's Arms for a lovely brunch, and the final event of the weekend (with Sir also getting nice comments about how much fun it had been to see the pup romping about the night before). The weekend complete, everyone started to head off home with promises to be back for the 'Hide and Sea' run in July.

It was a long easy drive back home for the Man and his dog too - and a wonderful chance for a very special and emotional talk: with each of us sharing a little of the paths that had lead us to each other - and appreciating the love that we each have for our respective Men. The dog was also able to take the opportunity to say how much it appreciates being His pup, and how special He makes it feel. There was quite a lot of swallowing when it was telling Him how He has helped it to forget much of the confusion and self-doubt that used to plague it, and how much it feels it has grown under His care and protection; that serving Him is both a pleasure and an honour, and that it is more than Proud to honestly say that it is His: body and soul, hole and heart.


And i am His, with no other need for adjectives - simply and proudly Yours, Sir.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Masters are Human too...

i recently had an exchange with a Sir on Recon. The Sir had been going through a rough time recently, and the pup was telling Him that He is not alone - that it has been through several bouts of depression, and the one thing that it has learnt is that, no matter how dark it seems now, things do get better with time.

The particulars are not important, but the exchange reminded me that us subs and pups sometimes forget a deep and essential truth:

Masters are Human too.


All too often - in our fantasies and in our play - we project so much upon our Handlers and Masters that we forget that under all that regalia and Dominance there is a Man - and all men have their frailties and weaknesses, stresses and upsets. Just because He is encased in a beautiful shell of leather, do not forget that His shoulders are only so wide - and He cannot carry both His problems and yours (at least, not for long!)

As subs and pups, we often use play as a way to momentarily escape - or to explore the sensitive underbelly of our psyche: most often to do with issues of personal power, self-worth and submission. But equally, Masters have those same issues too!


We think that surrendering power is hard: try being the Man learning to accept that power - and the responsibility which that entails. The Man who finds He has to be Master to both you and Himself.

We think that discovering a desire to be dominated is a big deal - but our society is full of role models for the honour in self-sacrifice; there are far fewer positive models for the Man who takes control over others, or who inflicts pain and suffering. Imagine the struggle to contain *that* self-revelation within the belief that you are still a 'good person'...

-o--o--o-

When we pups have a problem, it is our natural reaction to seek solace and advice from our Masters. But where does a Master go when He finds Himself overwhelmed?

The Sir i spoke to confessed that He found it hard to ask for help - or to rely on others. A Master is 'supposed' to be self-contained and strong, and it just wasn't in His nature to accept 'defeat'. He felt that asking for help was a form of attention seeking - a weakness that he could not allow Himself.

But, it's not attention seeking to ask for help when you need it - just wisdom.

Masters *are* human too - and need the love and support that every man needs. Just as He supports us when we need it - so it is up to us to notice when He needs that help too, and to freely give Him the support He needs. Without comment or drama - just quietly and with love and compassion.

It is up to us to remind Him that - sometimes - it is OK for Him to lie back and let us take the strain. That our service can include making His life a little easier and less fraught - not just sexually, but emotionally too.

In fact - isn't that the exact meaning of service anyway - and making our Man happy the very reason we were called to be pups in the first place?

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Wise words

Not a long post this time - i just wanted to share some words from my very good friend (and regular commentator to this blog), Atlantarubber:

"I've come to realize this is a tiny world with the internet helping make it even more so. I've also come to realize there are very few clear-headed, clear thinking, deeply perverted men who have joy and humor and true integrity and hunger driving them. Men who invest their souls in their personal journeys. These are the men I want close to me: People who are first and foremost true to themselves."

Such wise words - and a beautiful compliment to those of us who know Him. i'm not sure there is much more i could add, without risking gilding the lily!

All i can say is i have always tried to live by a simple set of rules:

#  Be honest and true - to yourself and others. Prentending to be what you are not will only lead to disapointment.

#  Stay true to your ideals - and faithful to those whom you love. Integrity means to be whole, complete, unfractured.

#  Know yourself.

#  Revel in the unfolding wonder that is the experience of being: 'let naught stop you or turn you aside'. Life is a verb, not a noun - happiness a process and not a posession.

#  We are all on a journey, so travel it hopefully - and help others along the way where you can.


Namaste! ;)

Thursday, February 10, 2011

About Trust, Love and pup-play.

"You guys looked awesome last night - it was so nice to see a Handler and pup with such an affectionate attitude towards each other - thanks so much for coming....!!!"

Both pup and Handler received that message via Recon - from a very sexy rubber pig who had seen us playing at Primal on Saturday. i can't say how pleasant it is to receive such compliments - and know that guys appreciate watching us play (and fuck!).

But even more so - it is wonderful to know that they can see the affection implicit within the bond between us.

i've written before about the misconception that some have about the role that humiliation plays within pup-play and BDSM in general (most specifically in the posts on 'Less than human?' , 'Thoughts on puppy-hood' and 'Thoughts on Ownership'), but it is an ongoing and misleading idea - and not just amongst the non-BDSM public.

Some seem to think that because a pup is on all fours and on a leash that it must desire to be degraded and dehumanised. They see a man being treated 'like an animal', and think that he must feel a deep and abiding shame at being treated so (whether or not he also gets a kick from such humiliation) - and that the desire for such humiliation must be at the core of what it means to recognise yourself as a dog.

Equally, they think that the Master must get a sadistic kick from treating another with scorn and disdain. That His sense of personal power is fed by the control He exerts through abusing His 'Mutt' and making it obey His commands against its will - that it only obeys Him out of fear or shame - or from some internalised and half understood homophobic self-loathing...

That might be true of some dog-slaves - and of some BDSM scenes - but in this pup's experience, such sadism is very rare in pup-play itself.

--- 

Handler has taught me from the start that i may be a dog, but i am not a mutt or a cur: i am His much loved friend and k9 companion - His 'service-dog' when on His leash, perhaps, but more respected and cared for than any family pet could wish for - since i am capable of giving Him back so much more than any biological dog ever could.

As He Himself replied to the recon message...:

"We have so much fun when we play and I can't imagine bootbrush and I being any other way - he is such a good playmate AND friend too."

There is a difference between dog-slaves and pups: Pups serve their Men because they are devoted to them. They give of themselves out of love - and serve for the pleasure of serving itself - and of making their Owner Proud.

In return, the Master is fed by the pleasure of guiding and protecting His pup - of returning its sacrifice with the unshakable security in knowing that He loves His dog and will always take care of it.

Both of their emotional needs are met in that endless and perfect exchange: dog to Man and Man to dog. Just as their sexual needs are met in the exchange of His giving and the dog receiving (and vice versa: the giving of oneself implicit in the act of receiving too).

There is no humiliation involved in the act of being a pup - only pure pride to be able to let go of oneself so deeply that you can tap your instincts and needs with pure abandon. Doing so requires a deep level of Trust, only possible through the bond carefully established over time and experience - the knowledge that you can give without fear.

The act of collaring is not then being taken as a possession, but a releasing to that deep inner need all pups have to give of ourselves to those whom we love until there is nothing more to give - safe in the knowledge that what we surrender is held safe for us and then returned, stronger than before.

When i say to my Master: "i am YOURS" it is in willing sacrifice and conscious submission - a recognition that i submit my body to His desire, my mind to His care, and my heart to His love.

--- 

Equally - pup-play is PLAY. It is - and is supposed to be - FUN!

Such playfulness is at the heart of what it means to be a pup - and the playful romping, the laughter and 'sillyness' that occurs outside of the sexual scenes serve only to bind both Man and hound ever closer with affection and love.

There can be no humiliation in play - only love, life, affection and fulfillment.

And that is what it also means to be a pup.

A night at Club Primal part 2: fuck-pup redux

Part 1: arrival and training

-o--o--o-

Back out in the cold - sweat chilling under my rubber - kneeling up with paws just touching the ground - my head titled back and my Man's meat buried deep in my muzzle - feeling His hand steadying me on the back of my head as He concentrates on relaxing, then lets a slow stream of warm piss flood into the dog's mouth.

Gulping down a mouthful when it threatens to overflow - grinning as i feel each twitch of His cock - knowing that He is concentrating as hard as the pup: eager to simply let go, but equally not wanting to drown His dog or make it choke.

Several gulps - then He withdraws and leans back - aims a stream into the dogs mouth so that He can watch it arc through the night (strangely beautiful as it glints pale and yellow in the security lights) and into the rubbery darkness of its waiting hooded maw. He laughs at the dog's choking bark of pleasure, and growls as it lets the warm liquid overspill - flushing down into its beard and spilling onto its chest.

He steps around the dog - stands astride its back - lets loose another stream that splashes across the smooth rubber and drips down to form a spreading puddle beneath its belly; shining rivulets run across its shoulders and trickle down its arms to drip and fill its gloves. He proudly marks His dog with His piss and His scent whilst it growls and whines in excitement: its dog-cock leaks so heavily that when its Master finally tells the dog to cock its own leg, the piss drips thick with precum through the slit in its red sheath.

Both Man and hound are so involved that they are only dimly aware of the men eagerly watching from the darkened doorway...

-o--o--o-

Back inside - Master leads the dog to the slings: playfully has it weave along underneath them to meet Him at the end of the row - then orders it to hop up onto one of the hanging sling boards.

The dog has never been on a sling board before - it's quite a trick trying to stay on all fours when every movement makes the ground beneath you sway and buck! But Handler didn't leave the dog to struggle for long: a quick pat on the padding and a 'Play dead!' and it was soon on its back with head hanging over the edge, muzzle eagerly scenting out His still piss-damp cock to nuzzle and lick...

You will already know how much this dog loves to deep throat its Man - the sheer joy it finds in taking Him deep into itself, giving Him intense pleasure by rippling both its throat around Him and its tongue underneath Him - probing and teasing under His glans even as it strives to take Him right down to the root. The thickness of His arousal and the slickness of His precum as it blends with the juices of my mouth and throat. The heady dizzyness of being suffocated on His meat, waiting for Him to rock back and free my airway - for His physical permission to breath.

It is a deep and satisfying feeling to take Him so deep, and to be so Trusting of Him that i can give myself so completely into His power - to HIS pleasure.

---

Sucking Him is never a means to an end - but it does now often lead to the moment when i know His arousal becomes so great that He cannot resist the need to mount His dog - and this was one of those times.

He had the dog turn around with its head on the leather pillow - i could see a burning mix of both tenderness and hunger in His eyes as He lifted my booted legs into the stirrups: gauntlets lingering a moment to carress the rubber over my thighs and down across my belly...

He reaches down to find my tail wagging slowly with the movement of the bench and the sway of His body - firmly grasps it as He fixes me with His gaze. As before: a low command of 'Give!' and a slow gentle tug, easing the tail's large rubber root from His dog's fuck-hole, leaving it suddenly cold and empty - but eager and hungry to have its place filled by HIM in its stead. i breath deep and relax as i watch Him prepare Himself - whine in excitement inside the hood as i see the light shine on His leather and glint from the peak of His cap - behind Him, i can see a small gathering crowd of men, waiting to see this Master of Leather fuck and breed His rubber dog.

i feel Him at my Fuck hole - i twitch and relax the ring of muscle to make it easier to take Him - and to nudge and tease against His head as it pushes down and slowly spreads me open. There is a moment of stinging, even with all my efforts to relax - i involuntarily clench and am rewarded by a sharp pain as my body struggles to resist Him - He eases up on the pressure, watches me closely: reads my body and my reactions - hungry to take me but careful not to hurt me too. His care reminds me that i can Trust Him: my body responds and relaxes once more - and i feel Him slowly push deep within my opening core.

Slow and careful, but long and deep - He strokes in and out of my hole; the sensation hovers on that shivering border between intense pleasure and discomforting pain; i know the more i relax, the greater the pleasure will be - but the hunger is so strong that it is almost impossible to find that inner calm i need.

Desperate, sobbing, i look up into His face: the face of my Master - i see His eyes shining, and His mouth stretches into a wide grin: i see all the love and tenderness hiding there, just as i feel the power and control in His body and hands where they hold my legs and press down upon my belly - i let myself become one with that blend of passion and care, power and playfullness: bleed into it and Him... and in that surrender, the pup suddenly wells up inside of me, overwhelms my fears and resistance - and i find both body and mind opening up in perfect unthinking submission and devotion to Him.

Thethered by His gaze and bonded to His cock - our bodies move in counterpoint whilst my mind rides thoughtless and free: driven now only by instinct and desire. He groans when my hole hungrily clenches tight around Him - sighs when it relaxes and calls Him deeper within. He grabs the head of the board and pulls the dog's body up to meet Him: holds the weight of us both with booted legs spread, His cock pushed deep inside its hole whilst He kisses it hard and probes into its mouth with His tongue. The bench rocks and swings as He lets it back down - i feel like i'm floating weightless, even as the rocking motion drives Him deep inside me.

He reaches for my sheathed and lubed cock: slides its glossy redness through His fist and growls at the huffing whine that escapes me - the shuddering ripple of arousal He feels around His cock. There is an evil glint in His eye as He starts to pump in time to His own thrusts. The dog can't help but make the bench swing and clink as it bucks and grinds: alternately driving its hole down onto Him and its cock up into His hand; each thrust accompanied by a whining bark as the dog inside strives for completion. The sensation of being fucked and milked is overwhelming, and the dog is driven to the edge of oblivion as it feels its prostrate throb against the stabbing press of His meat.

It begs for the command it needs to hear before it can cum: with His growled 'Give!' it is finally released - and its back arches as it pumps thick spools of white that splatter across the blackness of its rubbered belly...

-o--o--o-

The dog spent, He finally takes my legs from the stirrups - guides them to wrap around His waist. With a final thrust He picks me bodily from the bench and pulls my head up to rest against His neck. He holds me there for a moment: i am in awe of His strength, and feel so secure in His arms - if it were not for the swelling punch of His cock deep inside me, i might feel like a child within the protection of its parent's arms.

Gently, carefully - i feel Him pull me upwards, slowly slide out of me; i swing my legs down and He places my feet onto the floor. Instintively i sink all the way - back down to my true place on all fours.

He towers over me now - Master to pup - He is still hard within His own gauntletted hand.

He glances down to His boots - the dog's nose follows His gaze, picks up His unspoken command: its tongue leaves a long glistening trail as it traces the long leather inches from crotch to instep. As the dog devotes itself to His boot leather, it can feel the intensity of His gaze, and the strength of arousal it fires in Him.

He leans back against the wall - lifts a boot to press down on the dog's back: it gives a muffled growl of satisfaction and He responds with a growl of His own. i glance sideways from my work - and am rewarded to see Him still massaging Himself in His gauntletted fist: the tip of His tongue tracing the curve of His lips in unconscious imitation of the dog's around the edge of His booted sole...

Finally, He slips a toe under the dog's chest - pushes it backwards onto its haunches. The dog gives a hungry 'wuff!' - grins up at Him with its muzzle wide and tongue cupped. He grins back and asks 'Hungry...?' - voice husky and on the edge. The dog's bark is all the answer He needs.

His one hand holds my head, whilst the other milks out His seed: filling the cup of my tongue - His cum is all the sweeter for the tang of boot leather that still lingers there. His gaze burns deep into mine as the tastes co-mingle: perversity and pleasure, submission and reward... i hold that precious gift on my tongue until He gives me permission to 'Swallow'

Complete, sated - His hands find my collar, guide me to rest my head against His leg - i give a deep contented 'wuff!' as i wrap both paws around His boots and hug myself hard against Him: knowing He feels and understands the deep satisfaction and completion i feel in having pleased and served my Man.

i cannot help but shudder in soul-deep pleasure at His whispered 'i love my DOG: good boy!'

-o--o--o-

Thank you Sir - it was another incredible night. i am so Proud to be able to be Your pup, and to be able to share these perfect moments of playfulness and submission with You, my Master. i am equally Proud that You let me share them with others - both in public at the clubs, and here on the blog.

Always, and all always - Your dog loves You Sir: Balls to bone 

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

A night at Club Primal part 1: arrival and training

Handler took His pup to Club Primal in Bristol last Saturday night.

Pup arrived at Sir's house rubbered and ready to play - so it was a matter of minutes for Him to swap its glass plug for its tail, pull on its dog-hood and lock on His collar; then it was a quick trot to the car, a leap into the puppy cage in back of the hatch-back, and down into Bristol once more.

It was the first time this pup has been to Primal - and it's quite a venue! It's based in an old church - and so has both an imposing facade and an impressive reception area. Once you're through the doors, the play space is then mostly open-plan but divided up into large 'rooms' by camouflage netting and screens: with a bar at the end, a social space and sling area in the side ailes, a large demo area in the nave and a brilliantly open dance floor in the choir. So there was *lots* of space to run a pup around in...!

-o--o--o-

We arrived at the Club a bit early - but Handler was full of tea, and so He parked at the back and had the dog hop out so He could relieve the pain in His bladder. It was a perfect way to get fully into my puppy mindset: kneeling quiet and patient with my muzzle upturned whilst He unzipped His heavy leather jacket (newly conditioned and repaired by the dog) and planted His Wescos either side of its knee-pads - the wind was cold against the dog's thin rubber skin, but it knew that He took pleasure from the warmth of its mouth around His meat - and it was itself soon warmed from the inside by the flood of piss that it struggled to gulp down without drowning...

Piss-pup full, Handler had the pup trot into the club behind Him - which got a really nice reaction from the guys behind the desk (sadly, they didn't offer the dog a half-price ticket though ;) ).

We were also met by one of the regulars, who gave the pup a very eager welcome - saying that he remembered the pup from a previous visit to Gear (although, curiously, he swore that the pup had been giving blow jobs to everyone but him that night - despite Handler repeatedly assuring him that His pup is a ONE MAN DOG, and is only ever allowed to service its Master...)

Once into the club proper, Handler led the dog around and let it snuffle into corners and get the feel for the lay-out. He then left it in the demo area guarding His holdall whilst He went to get some drinks. The demo space was filled with bondage equipment: a nice dog cage, a bondage frame, and two altar-like platforms draped with heavy rubber sleep-sacks; the pup admits to getting very excited sniffing at those! (even though it knew it wouldn't have a chance to try them out - not this time around anyway...). But it instantly forgot any investigations as soon as it heard the loud tread of Big Black Boots come around from the bar - and couldn't help but give an excited yelp and a furious tail-wag to its returning Man: earning a loud chuckle and a head-pat for its eagerness and devotion.

 -o--o--o-

The best part about Club Primal is the large open space in the centre; no one was dancing so early in the evening, and so Handler decided to use the space to refresh His dog's obedience and agility training.

He had the dog 'Sit, Stay!' whilst He placed out a line of small cones across the floor - then He had the dog walk to heel on its leash whilst we walked to the end of the course: weaving in an out of the cones by alternately nudging the dog with His knee and pulling lightly towards Him on its leash. At the end of the line He had the dog turn, and sit close by His leg - waiting for the command to 'Heel!' as we wove back to the beginning again.

It only took a couple of runs for the dog to get the idea - then He had it walk the course with Him a couple more times without a leash.

Finally, He had the dog 'Stay!' whilst He walked the course alone (dog sitting watching Him and straining to follow Him) - then called it to trott along the track he had shown it with 'Come!'

It was intensely fun - but also quite difficult to keep up with His long stride! (i was *very* glad for the addition of core strength and quadrupedal movement exercises to my regular gym workouts, since there is no way i could be as agile on my hands and knees as i am using my fingers and the balls of my feet...) 

It sounds so simple - but the intensity of concentration required in such training is an incredibly bonding experience between a Man and His hound. Walking to heel so closely, hugging His leg with my body and anticipating His changes in direction by the subtle shifts in His body weight and changes in stride, following His subtle body clues and changes in tone of voice: it all creates an intense non-verbal communication, and feeds the subconscious bond of submission and Dominance between us. Regular trainings then build these to an almost instinctive level - which further deepens the *pre*conscious urge to obey and please the Man who is Alpha and owner to my pup self.

Needless to say - by the end of the training, we had gathered quite an appreciative audience... ;)

Training over, Handler led us back to the bar for a short rest - and to get Himself another drink (which He also shared with the dog via a straw) - but that also then meant He needed to make another trip outside...

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

(Excited yelp!)

ooohhh!! - Handler just called to confirm our flight and hotel booking: He is taking His puppy to Amsterdam for Queens Day in April!!! 



i am *so* excited! It'll be my first time in Amsterdam, my first time flying - hell, my first time outside of the UK...! i was quite literally doing the Snoopy Happy-dance around the courtyard when He phoned....!
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