Friday, June 24, 2011

A play-visit and a sleep-over

Bounding up the path - my tail wagging with excitement to be seeing my Man again. He opens the door with a big grin on His own face, looking resplendent in His rubber bike jacket and jeans. He is nearly knocked off His feet as i leap into His arms, barking and laughing - we reel back into the hallway as i cover His face with puppy-licks...

i finally relent when His spluttering and laughing becomes too much and He has to let me down to the floor - then i scamper along behind Him as He leads us both into the lounge. He pulls me up onto 2 legs, wraps His arms around me in a huge enfolding embrace - pushes my head down into His shoulder and strokes the back of my head. His deep voice vibrates in His chest as He tells me those wonderful words: "Good boy: I love my dog!" A deep sob wrenches itself from inside of me: born of a week of stress and unhappiness at work, of my love for my Man, my surrender to Him, and the ache i feel when i am away from Him - away from this, my true place. He rocks me gently, kisses the top of my head - croons His love and support for His dog and tells it that He will always be here, ready with more hugs whenever he needs it.

i grin up at Him - but am then distracted by the amazingly glossy shine of His chlorinated rubber jacket: the feel of it beneath my hands, the smell of Him blending with the rubber into an amazingly heady smell of sex and masculinity... it makes my puppy-cock swell in my jeans, and i find myself start to helplessly bump against His thigh with a deep sigh. He laughs - rubs my hair - and guides my kissing mouth down along His whole rubberised body until i am on my knees again and covering the beautiful full mound of His rubber sex in doggy kisses and eagerness.

i watch and drool as He carefully unzips the rubberised fly - lets loose the meat which His dog loves and worships so deeply. His balls hang heavy and low in a split ball-weight - He lifts His cock out of the way so that the dog can reach them with its wet muzzle, cover them with long slow licks. It circles around each ball - then gently sucks them into the warm wet of its mouth - finds that if it sucks whilst also pushing gently upwards then it can manage to draw His entire sack into its mouth; with them held gently between its lips it is able to lick and mouth and gently tug - leaving Him sighing and grunting with pleasure and the dog wining in excitement.

He leads us both upstairs and into the playroom - settles the dog down onto the floor and then gives it free rein to lick and lap and tease and probe. i let myself go completely to the grooming of Him - the sensation of Him against my tongue and the subtle differences in taste and texture over every inch of His meat: the pulsing satin smoothness of His head, the tempting groove of His glans, the tautness of His frenem and the sweet oozing wetness of His pre-cum... Licking becomes my world as i am absorbed into the purely animal act of tasting and feeling - i feel myself sinking deeper into pupspace, and gratefully allow the dog-mind to rise up like a beautiful black tide to wash away all concerns and thoughts and humanity. i loose all sense of time and identity: merge gently into becoming simply a teasing wet tongue and the pleasurable groans and sighs which my attention draws from my Man. i am lost in the pure bliss of making my Man happy.

He lets me tease Him for what might have been hours - my jaw aches and the floor between my rubbered knees is spit-slick with my drool, but i am happy and blissfully deep. Ffinally, He pulls me back by my collar - looks into my eyes and asks "Does my dog want feeding?"  - i bark excitedly, still deep in puppy-space, then settle back on my heels: head tipped back and tongue a red-carpet of welcome for His seed. The taste of those first drops of cum: salt and sweet, thick and glutinous - it is too much for the dog to resist, and it hungrily swallows His meat down deep into its muzzle, down into its throat - so that it can feel Him pump His rich treasure directly into its heart.

He sinks down onto His knees - draws us both down onto the floor so that He can gather the dog bodily onto His chest; we lie there for a while whilst i feel the ragged rise and fall of His breathing settle back to restfulness. Once more, the feel of His slick chlorinated rubber gear beneath me becomes too much for my dripping cock, and i struggle to stop myself from gently trying to hump into His belly.

He cocks His head back, reaches up a thick gloved hand and lets the dog lick and suck the over-sized thumb whilst He reaches down to enfold its own meat in the other glove. It moans around the rubber as it humps that tight rubber fist - then quickly begs for an indulgence before it is too late:

"Please Sir - i brought my sleep-sack...

He laughs: "You pervert dog!" - then releases me and says "OK - fetch!".

He laughs even harder when i push the box into the playroom with my nose...

Hopping up onto the couch - easing my rubbered legs down into the tight dark confines of the sack, working my feet into the bulbous bottom - lying back as the tight rubber is carefully worked up my thighs and over my chest; i obediently put my arms down by my sides - let them be sealed into the zipped sleeves and pulled tightly against my chest. Finally the zips are pulled up and over my shoulders - and then Master pulls out the hooded gasmask; i grin up at Him as i raise my head to let Him slide it over my head - the smell of heady rubber is intoxicating as the mouth piece settles over me, my vision of Him is blurred through the lenses, but the condensation creates a halo around His head that sparkles and shines. He smiles wickedly down at His encased and cocooned dog - then covers the lenses with two heavy rubber gloves - sealing it away into blissful darkness and the hiss and pop of the breathing ports.

i tense and release my body - exploring the tight confines of my cocoon and realising how little i can now move - how every attempt is resisted and countered by the resilient rubber forcing me back into position, back into surrender. The effort only makes me breath harder and the gasmask clamp itself harder around my head. i know He has been watching me struggle - letting me test my boundaries - but then i feel His hands upon me - exploring and testing my bound body for Himself. Every touch is both muffled by the multiple rubber layers and yet also focused and amplified by the quiet isolation too.

He moves away for a while, and then i feel the touch of the first of His rubber floggers - gentle at first, then gradually falling heavier upon my helpless body - i strain my chest forward, begging Him for more - wishing i was on my belly so that i could feel His pain across my eager arse. One after another, He moves through the flogger weights, until He is finally using a beautiful heavy rubber flogger that makes me wince, groan and twitch with every impact. i am beyond the pain of it - insulated in my rubber world, and feeling each touch as the caress of His dominance and control - i take His pain as i give Him my love: freely and with honour and Pride.

Finally, i feel Him easing my straining cock from where it is trapped tight between my thighs - He pulls the zips closed around my balls so that the sack itself becomes a tight band around them. With my entire body so tightly and anonymously encased, my cock feels even more exposed and helpless than ever. With His gentle touch i shudder and twitch - groan and suck hard against the breathing restriction of the hood. His gloved hands feel incredible as they gently stroke around my glans - causing a bead of precum to well out, catching it in His palm, and then gently smoothing it over the entire head. i want to try to pull my knees up, buck my hips away from the intensity of sensation - but the chain around my bagged ankles, knees and chest prevent me from moving at all. i can do nothing but try to writhe and moan helplessly - perversely thankful that His restraints make me incapable of pulling away from the awful and wonderful teasing that keeps me so painfully and tantalisingly on the edge of release - and so utterly deep in submission.

But - finally - He relents, and the probing fingers and stroking hands push me over the blissful edge: twitching and gasping and pumping my puppy-cum over and over in laughing, howling release...


Man and hound both now released and relaxed - and grinning wickedly at each other over the ensuing careful clean-up. Helping each other to pull ourselves free from the now sticky rubber and then eagerly sliding into a warm dry bed. He reaches over to turn out the light, then sighs as His pup scoots back against Him and nuzzles in under His arm.

We lie in the dark for a while - quietly talking: recollections of the play we have just had, and the wonderful times previous - fanning those memories into bright fire so that they will burn themselves into our shared memory and stay with us both forever.

Slowly we grow quieter - i nestle down deeper against Him, feel His arm come around to hold me safe. i listen to His breathing as it slowly deepens and He falls into sleep. i lie awake for a while, quietly in awe of the intense feeling of protection and comfort lying here gives me - and the honour i feel at being able to sleep in His arms once more.

Next morning, the sun through the curtains - waking with the taste of His cock still in the back of my throat - the scent of Him in my beard.

Feeling Him stir into wakefulness beside me - His hand gentle on my collar as He guides me over to Him so that i can lie my head against His chest. Catching the scent of rubber still on His flesh - and giving a little wuff of pleasure. Gently nuzzling His nipple whilst opening my chest to the teasing pain His pinching fingers inflicts on my own...

A little later - foetal-curled against His thigh and drawing Him down into my throat - sucking Him deep into the very core of my self as i gently grind my own wet cock against Him - the feel of His Hand warm and firm against my rump... Eager to start all over again - until the cruel alarm drags us both back to the world and the realisation that the dog has a job to get to and another life waiting for it down the M5...


Thank You Sir - i am very Proud and honoured for all and *any* time we have together, but this was perhaps more precious than most, knowing how badly both of us were feeling. i hope that i helped You to forget Your troubles as much as You helped me forget mine.

i love You Sir - pure and simple.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Hoist 'Black' party and Pride 2011

Handler is taking His pup to London Pride again this year (Yippie!) - even though the MSC is not planning a buss this time, we're still planning to do formal leather - if it doesn't rain that is!

We've also had an invite to the 'Black' party at the Hoist on the Friday (1/7/11) - which should be a fun night of guys purely in black leather and/or rubber... (drool)

i hope to be able to see some of you at one or other events...

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

"And that was when they walked in..."

A few of us on Twitter have been sharing funny stories about being walked in on whilst 'involved' in a scene - and so i thought i would share my own (although i'm unlikely to beat Ruff's fantastically funny account of "And then the dog-sitter stops by" )

My experience took place about 15/20 years ago - back when i was still new to bondage and BDSM. i was still very uncertain of myself, and hugely self-conscious about being short, skinny and very very inexperienced - but a wonderful Bondage Top in London took me in His gauntletted hands, and showed me that some Men kinda *like* their boys to be lightweight and easy to lug around...

i made several visits to Him over the years - and He honoured me with many of my best bondage experiences: my first time collared at a Club, my first suspension, my first time in full rubber and bondage, my first experience of electro... He even gave me my first pair of leather chaps - and although He was not a biker, my bondage experiences with Him directly inspired much of the content of my 'The biker: a slave's fantasy' story.

The incident in question was one of the last visits i was able to make with Him. We had previously discussed my fantasies about being kidnapped and forced into complete rubber-surrender - and so He told me to arrive at Paddington Station, and to leave by one of the quieter side entrances...

As i walked through the archway i felt a gloved hand grab my shoulder and arm - a deep rough voice told me to keep my face down and my eyes on the ground - and i was half led, half pushed down an alley to a parked white van. i was told to stop beside it - my wrists where handcuffed and a heavy leather hood was pulled over my head, then i was put into the back of the van and my ankles tied. My 'Kidnapper' made a few checks to make sure i was safely restrained, then drove off with me bumping and groaning in the back...

When we stopped, i was hustled out of the van and into a house - still hooded and cuffed, and loving the disorientation and edge of fear i was feeling. My hands were un-cuffed, and i was told to strip out of my leather - revealing my hidden rubber skin as i did so. i was ordered to close my eyes, and the hood was carefully removed - only to be replaced by a rubber hood, head-harness and blindfold. A chest harness and restraints where then placed upon me, and they were used to fasten me against the wall with my feet spread and my arms strapped behind me: exposed and helpless and still completely unable to see who had captured me or where i was... Through it all i could hear low voices and the sound of a camera - so i knew there was more than one person present, and that my predicament was being recorded.

i was left in the dark to consider my fate for a while. At one point, i was sure that i heard heavy knocking at the front door, and i could hear my captors whispering "ignore it - it'll be kids messing about" - but i thought nothing of it...

After a while my Captor came back; a poppers soaked cloth was held over my gagged mouth and i was forced to take a big hit - sagging into the restraints as the buzz hit me and my head swam - and then, suddenly, out of the darkness, there were hands upon me: touching, exploring, probing, testing - the poppers heightening every touch...

They finally removed me from the wall, i was forced to bend over and i felt something hard against my neck - my hands where pulled in-front of me and rested on the same surface whilst my booted feet where pushed apart - as the locking bars trapped my neck, wrists and ankles i realised i was restrained in a set of wooden stocks.

My captor took advantage of my exposed and helpless arse: using various straps and canes until i was sobbing into the darkness of my hood and desperately trying to pull away - and then He applied a little more, just to make it clear who was in control. i have never felt so utterly helpless; or so turned on.

After a while, i was freed from the stocks - a hand grabbed my collar and i was forcibly pulled into the centre of the room, then forced down onto my knees. A funnel was pushed into the gag and the bitter taste of piss filled my mouth - i was forced to swallow or choke - whilst the camera clicked away beside and behind me.

i was pulled to my feet again - then man-handled over to a low bench and forced to lie down; there was some fumbling, and then i could feel a sleepsack being zipped up and strapped down over my body: sealing me in tight and hard and utterly powerless.

A rubber sheet was put over my head - cutting out my sight whilst the head-harness, gag and blindfold were removed - but they were then replaced by a heavy hooded gasmask with blacked out lenses; i could feel the breathing tubes as they were screwed in tight - one after another - each tube laid across my bound and rubbered body - each one making it harder and harder to breath until i could feel the gasmask sucking tight to my face with each struggling in breath - fighting against the rubber restraints and the tightness of the sleepsack - and my own rising panic. And then i felt most of the tubes removed and i was suddenly breathing freer again; i panted in huge moaning breaths - and only realised that the air was heavily laced with pure poppers when my head began to buzz and the blackness of my vision began to sparkle with lights... i had enough time to get my breath back - and then felt a large capacity rebreathing bag being screwed into the tube and placed on my chest where i could feel it inflate and sag with each breath. i was allowed a few clean breaths just as the air was becoming too stale - and then made to take a deep hit of poppers before the bag was reapplied and i was left to pant and struggle once more.

It was then that He pulled down the zipper on the sack and strapped a PES unit onto me...

i was in rubber-piggy heaven: defeated by the demonstration of His control and my complete powerless - now totally blind and utterly helpless - all final resistance and thought wiped clean by asphyxia and heavy poppers. i was so high i swear i even had an out of the body experience at one point.

But it was about then that the hammering at the door *really* started in earnest.

i was left alone for a moment, and i could hear someone querulously asking 'who is it...?'

And then a very loud and very frightening voice called out: "This is the police - we've had a report that a young man has been kidnapped: open the door NOW or we will break it down...!"

At first i thought it was joke - but the feeling of panic in the room was all too real - as was the sound of several police officers pushing into my Captor's front room and starting to question him about who else was present in the house with Him. i heard the other guy in the playroom leave, and then had to lie there - still bound, still hooded, but trying to be completely silent - whilst they were both told that a woman had seen a young man being bundled into a van outside Paddington station, and that she had taken the registration and phoned the police fearing for his life. They had tracked the van to this address, and wanted to know if either of them knew anything about it...

Finally i heard one of the officers asking what was in the other room (the playroom - where i still was!) - and then there was the sound of heavy boots, a moment of silence, and then:

"Sarge - you'd better get in here - there's some poor kid strapped up a rubber bag in here!"

Talk about friggin panic! This was at a time when kink and SM where less 'out' than they are now - and shortly after the infamous anti-SM Spanner case here in the UK had put several guys in prison. And here i was - fully rubbered, helpless, bound, tripping on poppers - and at the centre of a Police raid!

i heard them ordering my Top back into the room - He was commanded to remove my hood and then i was blinking under brights light and looking up at 3 huge Police officers and their Sargent - all in security gear and high vis and looking *very* disturbed and angry...!

They wanted to know who i was, and my Top tried to answer that i was just a friend - but they cut Him off and demanded i speak.

That has got to be one of the weirdest moments in my life: still bound tight in a rubber sleepsack - my head throbbing from poppers and BC, pickling in my own cooling sweat and piss - lying at the boots of 4 genuine Police Officers and fighting to keep my adrenaline hard-on under control whilst trying to appear perfectly happy and at ease: calmly thanking my Top for taking off the hood, and asking if He was OK - and then very politely (and in my best University educated voice) explaining that these were my very good friends, and that we were simply playing a few games - that i was perfectly well, and very happy - and that i had actually asked (nay, begged) to be allowed to have a jolly old jaunt in the fascinating rubber sack in which i was now lying - and yes, i had family and friends who knew where i was, and really it was all just a *terrible* misunderstanding and i couldn't imagine why the poor old lady could have thought i was being harmed at all - and maybe it had just been a little dark and she had been mistaken in thinking i was being put into the back of the van...?! And i did hope that she was OK - and that really, no one needed to be overly worried at all!

(It's also how i know i am a pervert - because even through the panic and fear a small part of me was still checking out their riot gear and boots... ;) )

Maybe i was still tripping a lttle, but the strange thing was the incredible sense of reversal i felt - how suddenly i went from 'victim' to the one in control, and how strongly i felt the need to get my Top out of trouble - that it was *my* responsibility to persuade the Officers that everything was OK, and that there was nothing worthy of arrests or further questioning. i worked some serious magic - and i guess my persuasive powers must have worked - because after checking a few details and addresses, they finally agreed that everything was OK - and left my Top with only a verbal caution, and the suggestion that any 'games' be kept out of the public view in future.

Needless to say we didn't continue with the scene: we were all shaken up, and my Top was understandably in a terrible state. He told me that He has never done another kidnap scene since - and finds that even the idea now gives Him palpitations... It's a shame, because it was building into being one of the hottest scenes we had done to that point. The other sad thing was that the other guy had desperately destroyed the film in his camera as soon as he knew what was going on, so we also lost all most all of the photos too - other than the few shared here.

Still, it was one hell of an experience - and really quite funny now i look back on it. God knows what those poor police officers thought about it!

Interestingly though, i've never been able to look at a UK Police officer or a High-Vis jacket in quite the same way since... ;)

Monday, June 13, 2011

15 years of Rubberzone (ne Rubber-lovers Contact List)

15 years of Rubberzone

Blimey - has it really been 15 years?!

I first came across Rubberzone when it was still the 'Rubber-lovers Contact List' on the Latex pyjamas site - only a year after it had started in 1996.

The net was still a brave new world at that point: there was no Recon or Gaydar - and the closest we came to Social Networking were clunky old mailinglists (hell, i even remember accessing the Bear's Bulletin Board on the old text-based JaNET network!). To have a site where individuals could easily post personal details, share images and contribute to discussions was a radical and revolutionary step forward - and a complete revelation!

i was still relatively new to being out about my kink - and desperately looking for someone to help guide me in my explorations. The RLCL was fantastic - and through its pages i was able to make my first connections into true perversity: first with Master Derek (now in Bournemouth), and then with a sexy local rubberman (hello Simon ;) ). i was also able to share my experiences, gain advice - even find suggestions for what to buy and where to buy it...!

A little later, the RubberMen shareweb site came along - and really helped to build an incredible community of like-minded perverts by introducing us to the concept of membership in exhange for submissions. i even posted some of my own images there - and it is where some of my early stories had their first airings. Tommy and Co. were also incredible perverts, and made some of the sexiest and perverted rubber videos you could imagine...

Eventually, both the RLCL and RubberMen merged - and together they became the amazing RubberZone service that we have today. It's wonderful to have them still here - and still doing such an amazing job at seamlessly merging community networking, image sharing *and* sexy magazine issues - not to mention their incredibly high-production rubber videos (the latest 'Rubber Sexpig conversion serum' is fantastic - deeply perverse and much better than anything from the major studios).

It's an amazing site - and if you're not already a member you should be!

Happy birthday guys - and thank you Squirm especially! without your help i would never be the pervert i am today! :D

Saturday, June 11, 2011

The No Safe Word Blog: It's All About Trust

I just wanted to share an excellent blog post on the No Safe Word blog:

The No Safe Word Blog: It's All About Trust: "Here is the thing, getting blown off by someone is normal fact of life in the kink world. You set up a time to play, you spend time chat..."
Sparky makes an excellent point here: so much of play has to be about Trust. i don't care whether you are a Master or a slave - you still need to be able to Trust the person you are playing with - and to show yourself to be trustworthy in return.

But any play is also about relationship - even if it is only for that one time. If you cannot show common decency and respect for the person you are playing with, then you do not deserve to be playing at all.

Simple rules: be honest, be trustworthy - and be a descent person! Do that, and you're gonna get a *lot* more play than if you're a flake or a jerk...


Sean posted a really nice 'Thank you!' for this post back at the NSWB - and also wrote  this pup a wonderful compliment that: "I have to say I have found [bootbrush] an insightful and fun writer, [who] embodies one of the values I highly enjoy seeing in a kink blog; a willingness to share of himself rather than just showing dick pics."

i posted my thanks there - but just wanted to share them here too: that this is one of the greatest compliments i feel i could receive - both as a pup, and as a writer.

Maybe it's being a pup - but i can't help wanting to share the excitement and enjoyment i feel being with my Handler, and the amazing new people and experiences that He introduces me to. Sharing that with guys who i know will appreciate it is a way for me to also re-live it - and to value it all the more.

Besides - we've all got dicks and know what they do, so who needs to see another one? It's what happens inside your *head* and heart that makes it all so much fun ;)
(RubberGTR's Hound)

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Part 2 of Bootbrush at Ruff's Stuff

Ruff has done a second posting of images of the pup at his excellent Ruff's Stuff blog - this time of the pup with its Handler.

Thanks for the feature Ruff! i'm proud to be among such quality company :)

Monday, June 06, 2011

Bootbrush at Ruff's Stuff

The gorgeous, witty and *very* sexy Ruff keeps a blog over at Ruff's Stuff; He's a regular poster of sexy photos, community info and general kinkiness - and does it all with a unique style and humour. We've exchanged posts before in the past, but He recently asked if i would like to send Him some pup-photos - and has just used them to post a 'Reader's submission' feature on the pup.

Take a look - and then makes sure to check back in to Ruff's blog regularly: you won't be disappointed.

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Pup-play on Leatherati is an in depth site filled with articles and essays on the leather and BDSM community and 'lifestyle'. If you've not come across it before it's well worth taking a good look - not least because their current issue 'Pup out: an in-depth look' is focused entirely around pup-play.

The issue features several excellent entries written by pups or their Handlers. Key items for me were pug's entry on 'Why pup-play' (including her thoughts on the spiritual aspects of play, and seeing the shift into pup-space as a kind of shape shifting - both of which resonate with my own experiences as a pagan and a pup), Brue's piece on individuality and community in 'pup-play: not a cookie-cutter lifestyle', and the video interview with Stomper (founder and manager of the excellent community site 'Pup-zone' - of which myself and several of the essayists are members)...

But it was the 'Bringing home a new puppy' essay by Master Dan and pup loki that moved me the most.

i am honoured to know both Master and pup - we regularly exchange emails and comment on each others blogs, and am proud to call them friends (albeit ones whom i have only met in heart and mind, given that we are half a world away!). Their essay tries to answer the simple question 'How did you get started in pup-play?', to which they both give excellent advice - but what really made the article sing to me was the way in which it is written as a dialogue between Master and pup. The way they write in counterpoint reveals a genuine love and respect for each other that just so beautifully expresses the bond between a Man and His dog, that - well - it almost made me cry.

And i'm not the only one - Handler was so moved when He read it that He posted a lovely long response of His own - adding His thoughts on how He become a Handler to this pup, and describing His own pride in sharing His life with a doggy companion!

And that really had His pup sniffling... ;)

So - i just wanted to say 'Thanks for sharing G/guys!' to both Master Dan and loki - and a very big 'THANK YOU!' to my Handler for having written such beautiful things about His pup.

(And a nice big 'Thank you' to Leatherti for publishing such an interesting issue too!)
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