Sunday, June 30, 2013

#Google and Blogger's new Terms of Service...?

I'm not sure how much longer you will be able to read this.


Or then again, maybe you will...


You will probably already have read of the changed Terms of Service that Google has imposed on Blogger accounts - and noticed a bit of an exodus of 'Adult' blogs to other platforms; it's a case of 'wait and see' as to whether I shall be joining them.

The confusion is in the exact wording of the email that went out to Blog owners. This stated that owners of blogs marked as 'Adult-themed' must remove all commercial links to Adult websites and services, or face deletion. Comment and rumour on the Blogosphere has interpreted this with dire warnings that any Adult site will be deleted, even if it only contains 'review' type links and listings to Kink suppliers etc; others have proclaimed an 'anti-gay' censorship crusade from Google - or simply objected to being restricted on what they can include on 'their' pages.

However, if you check Google's TOS on their own website, the change appears to simply be a clarification of their already existing restriction on making money from Adult content:

Adult Content: we do allow adult content on Blogger, including images or videos that contain nudity or sexual activity. But, please mark your blog as 'adult' in your Blogger settings. Otherwise, we may put it behind a 'mature content' interstitial.
There are some exceptions to our adult content policy:
  • Do not use Blogger as a way to make money on adult content. For example, don't create blogs where a significant percentage of the content is ads or links to commercial porn sites.
  • No incest or bestiality content: we do not allow image, video or text content that depicts or encourages incest or bestiality.

That seems fairly clear to me: you can have an adult/fetish/gay site - you've just got to identify it as such, and keep the content within the legal limits (no kids, no animals, no incest, etc). You should also keep the content focused on your own materials - and not see it as a way to rake in some cash through advertising and porn-site linking.

I'm not that sure that we can complain to loudly at that. I mean, Blogger is a free service, provided to enable all of us to share our thoughts, ideas, images and lives. It is a community service, and is not, and was never intended to be, an ad-littered billboard.

To my mind, Blogging should be more akin to PBS than Fox - and so I'm not sure that I'll be too sad to see the back of the sorts of blog that were simply endless trailers from the latest porn release and links to 'pay-for-view' websites that hogged both my screen and my bandwidth.

From the start, I've seen this blog as a way to share my thoughts and experiences with both my Community and the wider world. I've always written, and probably always will - to be able to share that writing here is a bonus and an honour, but I've never thought to try and profit financially by it (true, I've published a book of some of the stories that started life here, but that's a different matter).

I've never had commercial ads here; sure, I link to services that I have used and appreciated, and give reviews of places I've been to and received a welcome, but I see that as a Community service and have never received any kind of remuneration for those links and references - and doubt I would accept it even if it was offered. To do so would feel wrong - like a journalist receiving a backhander for giving a good review.


I just hope that Google will see it the same way...








Thursday, June 13, 2013

An unexpected visit (#bikepup *4)



I always sleep so well with my Man; maybe it's because I feel so safe and secure, enfolded in His arms - or maybe its because I have normally managed to exhaust us both with puppy-shenanigans...

I awoke with my head nuzzled underneath His arm, my body pressed against His. He let me kiss and lick at His chest - finding and teasing at His nipples with both teeth and fingers - grinning as He tensed and stretched in pleasure at His puppy's careful attentions...

Eventually He pushed me off and sent me scampering downstairs to make Him His morning cuppa. When I came back with the tray, it was to find Him covered over in the bed, with the duvet right over His head... I climbed quietly onto the bed, whining questioningly, and pulled back the duvet with my teeth - to give a yelp of surprise when I found my Man's face had been replaced by the blank mirrored lenses of a hooded S10!

Sir didn't move - just lay there staring at me. The lenses merely reflected my own startled image back at me - the rubber blank and threatening as the air hissed and popped through the breathing ports. It was scary, but my doggy cock got hard all the same... It got even harder when He finally pulled off the hood and dragged it over my own head instead - especially when He held His hand over the intake port and made the face-plate suck itself tight to my face as I struggled to draw in enough air...

Sir released me then - still a little dizzy, I gladly pushed my nose into His pits to let His scent fill my almost empty lungs - growling and whining with pleasure and hunger.

Sir pushed me down His body until I was breathing in the scent of His hard cock - and then let me lick and kiss and nuzzle away to my hearts content. Holding my head, He crawled backwards to the edge of the bed - slowly pulled me to all fours so that He could stand and let me work at His meat like a proper pup. My head held tight, He forced Himself deeper and deeper - making me squirm and gasp as He pushed past my vocal cords and invaded my throat.

Sir climbed back onto the bed then - gave me the command to 'Show!' whilst He moved to kneel behind me: stroking my bare haunches and gently teasing at my exposed fuck-hole. All four legs braced, back arched and head held high, all I could do was grunt and pant as He bent to kiss my hole - then whine and shudder as He gently pushed His tongue inside me: slowly licking and tongue-fucking my hole as I squirmed beneath Him. Sir took His time: showing me by His own actions how a good dog should service a rosebud - then He rolled over, guided my muzzle to His arse and let me lose myself in His own beautiful rose...

The scent of Him, the taste - so primal and raw - fit like a key into my puppy-brain. I could not think, could not resist - and became only aware of the pleasure in serving Him as He ground Himself back onto my muzzle and speared His hole on my tongue. It had me so randy that I found myself nipping and biting - my dog-cock so hard and dripping and hungry to hump that I clawed my way up and onto His back - my teeth searching for His shoulders and neck in an unthinking hunger to breed. He is so much bigger than I that my own legs and arms could not even reach the bed - and so I ended up riding His back, my thighs gripping His muscular arse as He bucked and humped beneath me - both of us finally collapsing to the bed in laughter at the roller coaster ride that He was giving His wicked pup!

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The world outside was building towards another rare sunny day - and so Sir suggested that we have a quick breakfast, then pull on our leathers and head out for another day on two-wheels.

We headed west this time: over the Bridge and into Wales.



It was a wonderful ride: along the side of the Severn for part of the way, then over the hills and into Monmouth - where we stopped for a delicious lunch of Cornish pasty and Apple-pie, my Man feeding me by hand as we sat on the bank overlooking the Wye (and some industrious ants tried to create a nest under His boot...)

We took our time riding back: winding up through the Wye valley towards Tintern Abbey - the road twisting and turning as it followed the wide curves of the salmon-river bellow, dotted with anglers in chest-high waders. It's a popular route with pleasure bikers too - so we saw plenty of guys out in full gear: with the pup barking happily for each one, just as my Man has taught me.

We only needed to make one stop - in a wild-garlic strewn forest clearing, so that the pup could kneel obediently and gulp down his Man's beautiful piss - both of us still hooded and anonymous, whilst a couple of surprised (and probably envious) businessmen watched from across the brook...


But, soon enough, the day was drawing to a close and we were crossing the bridge back into England, then pulling into Sir's drive (well, after He had made a short stop at His local bakers first - so that He could send me home with lardycake and custard-slices for my sister's visit over the weekend).

I was a completely different pup to the one who had arrived, a little sadly, only the day before: sure, I still felt a small part of me cringe when Sir had me stand before Him so that He could unlock my collar - but I still headed home with a huge *GRIN* on my face: knowing that my Man loves me, and I love HIM - and feeling such proud pleasure at having had yet another opportunity to serve Him: my Man, my Handler  my best Friend...



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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

An unexpected visit (#bikepup *3)



It was as beautiful a night as it had been a stunning day: with the dusk settling over the garden in blues and soft purples, whilst bats flittered black against the darkening sky, and a single blackbird sang its farewell to the last of the light.

My sweat-damp rubber felt cool as I padded down through the trees at my Man's side -  but I knew that He would soon warm me with His own leather-clad body. He led me down past the softly-glowing summer house and on to the darkened end lawn - there to stand over me as I knelt and obediently gulped down His piss like a good dog. Then He stood on my leash whilst I happily squirmed beneath His boot - my face pressed into the leather as I carefully groomed and tongue-polished each toe-cap.

Satisfied that we had re-established 'the mood', Sir led me on all fours up to the Summerhouse. Although the garden was dark beneath the trees, Sir had carefully draped the roof beams with small LED lights that gave just enough of an intimate wash of warm light to see by - and to glint along the hanging chains, and reflect across my glossy skin as He strapped and bucked and locked me into the sling...

A heavy chain was padlocked around my waist and the sling beneath me, then boot-straps encircled my ankles and a heavy pair of triple-buckled suspension cuffs secured my wrists and hands; each point He then secured to the chains swinging from the roof - and I found myself beautifully restrained and helpless: my arms and legs stretched out and my body spread-eagled.

I pulled against the chains, tensed my body in a knowingly futile attempt to free myself - but He simply smiled, then slowly unzipped my rubber suit and released my already dripping cock from the cod-piece. He reached up with the wet rubber held in His cupped hand, and pressed it over my face - growling as I grunted and struggled to breathe as the precum-slick rubber clung to my nose and filled my senses with the scent of my own perverse arousal...

His fingers stroked over the rubber stretched taut across my chest - found the hard swell of my nipples and gently teased and pinched them through the black glossy skin; His eyes were dark and hungry: feeding on my struggle to accept the building pain and let it transform and open me for His pleasure.

The rubber squeaked, vibrating as He drew His hands further down - over the smoothness of my belly and the hollow of my hips, then around and under my thighs: reaching underneath to trace along the curved groove of my arse, making me shudder as He scratched a nail along the zipper there. He took His time, slowly drawing the zip down: exposing my hole to the cold night air - whilst I tried to fight against the restraining chains in my hunger.

Despite my eagerness, my hole was tight and resisting; Sir was gentle and careful - but I still could not help but whimper at the shock of pain as He slowly forced Himself into me. I clenched and released - forcing my body to relax, to let Him in - and suddenly the pain vanished: transforming to that beautiful feeling of being filled by my Man: my body surrendered to His power, my fuck-hole given over to His pleasure.

Chained, restrained, rubber-encased and helpless - all I could do was surrender - give myself to my Man and let Him take His pleasure from me - give my body pleasure with His.

It was beautiful and intense, painful and liberating - and I felt the luckiest dog alive.

Finally, satisfied, He ordered my clenching hole to release Him - then came to stand beside my head. His gloved fingers tasted amazing as He probed them into my mouth: letting me taste the sweat-saltiness of His cum and my own juices...

Then he covered my eyes with His hand, and my mouth with His - reached down to take hold of my cock: as He sucked the air from my lungs and then fed it back to me with his own exhalation. His mouth covering mine in a beautifully deep kiss, I gladly fell into the rythm of His breathing - tasting Him in every shortening breath as my head started to buzz and my heart beat faster from the rising hypoxia. My helpless cock swelling in His other hand, as He mercilessly stroked and kneaded in time to our shared breathing - slowly edging me towards a painfully intense climax that had me seeing bright stars in the darkened tunnel of my oxygen-starved vision...

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Both of us spent - and finally feeling the cold - Sir unlocked me from the sling, then had me chase Him back up the garden - shedding rubber and gear as we went - and jump, laughing, into the Hot tub to warm up.

We must have spent a good hour before bed, watching the shooting stars and the satellites-flare - letting the steaming water slowly wash away the aches from our bodies - quietly recalling the day and our play so that it would stay fresh in our memories.

It was a very happy dog that finally clambered from the tub and trotted up the stairs behind Him - crawling under the duvet to sleep wrapped in His Man's arms all night - sadness and depression forgotten in one of the best sleeps I have had for months.


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Tuesday, June 11, 2013

An unexpected visit (#bikepup *2)



It was a beautiful day, and so Sir ordered me up off me knees and into my bike leathers - telling me to keep my rubber on underneath - then He had me hop onto the bike behind Him and headed out onto the road to 'run a few errands' whilst the sun shone...

We made a stop in Yate first: we got quite a few looks, with Man and hound both striding through the shopping centre in matching leather, Dutch police breeches and steel-plated Alpine Stars. I caught our reflection in the store-front windows, and couldn't help but grin: happy to see what a mini-reflection of my Man I am evolving into - although everyone could clearly tell who was who, what with my beautiful big silver collar padlocked safe around my neck...

From Yate, it was a wonderful ZOOOM down the M5 to Portishead for a little DIY shopping - the pup with its arms out and paws turned so I could catch the wind in my gloves and feel like I was flying - when I wasn't hugging my Man tight telling Him how much I love Him!

Portishead has a reputation for being ugly and industrial, but the town itself is really pretty (especially now they have developed the sea-lock), and Sir and His own man have even discussed retiring there one day. We had a little wander around the shops, then Sir took us up onto Battery Point and down to the Lido for a wonderful brunch. There's a really nice little cafe there called 'The Lido Kitchen' which overlooks the pool (filled with young men in tight speedos...) - but we decided to sit out on the terrace overlooking the sea instead: letting the heat of the sun soak into our leathered bodies as we tucked into Eggs Florentine, and made plans for future trips both this year and next summer.

Then it was a light stroll up the path to the headland to look at the incredible view of the Severn Bridges, and a short stop at the rather poignant Merchant Navy memorial.




Fed, sun-warmed and happy, it was then another laughing ZOOM-ZOOM home - the dog barking at all the other bikers, with his arms wrapped tight around his Man's waist and laughing into the intercom as He shouted back "Howl if you want to go faster!"

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Sir had already told me that He was off to a colleagues leaving party in the evening - but He didn't want to leave the dog getting bored, so He made sure to leave me with some of His leathers to clean and recondition whilst He was away. I was in puppy-heaven: blissfully Zen in the careful cleaning and oiling of every inch of hide, and pouring as much loving devotion into the leather as I would to Him in person. Leather is never merely a 'fabric': it is organic and over time becomes suffused by the energy of the Man who wears it. The leather still smelt of Him, felt of Him - it was His gear, and therefore a part of Him: His leather, His skin - the beautiful organic armour of the Biker: my Master, my Man.

Each piece reconditioned and shining, I found I still had an hour before my Man was due home - and so I ferreted about in His wardrobes, hunting down any of His boots that looked a little dull and worked my boot-black magic on them until they glowed mirror-bright - and worked myself into such a sweat in my rubber that I left little damp paw-prints on the concrete garage floor... (and a cute little smudge of boot-polish on my nose, which made my Man laugh when He got home)


Sir had originally planned to take me back down to Weston for the weekly Bike night, but we decided that we'd had enough of a zoom earlier in the day - and could probably spend our time more 'productively' at home... And so I helped Him set the sling up in the outside 'summer house' whilst there was still enough light to see, then Sir fed His dog with a beautiful home-made lasagne whilst He chatted to His man on the phone (away working in London)...


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Monday, June 10, 2013

An unexpected visit (#bikepup *1)



I've been feeling down again, so my Man suggested a wee visit, just to put a smile back on my face.

And it did: right from when He answered the door in just a leather waistcoat, boots and Muir - with a huge steel CB ring stretching His beautiful balls and weighing down His meat, so that it strained huge and purple and pulsing with blood... yeah, that put a grin on my face - just as it had my knees thudding to the floor so that I could worship that pulsing rod and cover Him with my devotion...

He let me take Him into my throat - then slowly pulled me up to my feet and told me to scamper upstairs with my puppy-bag, to clean-up ready for play and then slip on my full rubber, boots and hood.

I felt a deep shudder of pleasure as I pulled on the suit: the rubber enveloping me and dissolving away all the cares and worries of the previous weeks. I closed my eyes and pulled the rubber hood and muzzle over my head, sank down to all fours and let myself surrender to the rising animal inside of me. I let everything go - surrendered to the familiar primal hunger of my puppy self as it washed over me - and I slowly became simply 'bootbrush':  my Master's pup, His dog - His devoted service hound.

Gods, but the transformation felt so good...

Feeling much more 'myself' I peered out of the bathroom with a questioning 'Wuff?'- then scampered along the hall to stick my nose around the Playroom; but my Man wasn't waiting for me there!? I trotted to the head of the stairs to see if I could see Him in the kitchen bellow - head-cocked, I could just hear the muffled sounds of Him collecting things from His study, so I sat and waited patiently for Him to either call or return. He gave a big laugh to see me waiting there - and another when I gave Him a happy bark as he stomped back up the stairs - then  He patted His leg and had me follow Him into the playroom.

It is always such an intense pleasure to see my beautiful Man: leathered and booted, His cock hungry and waiting; I knelt before Him, obedient and waiting for His permission - then gently took Him into my mouth at His command. The tight metal cock ring had swelled His meat so large, but it also felt cold - and so I held Him in my throat and breathed around Him until His blood warmed...

His fingers wove into the back of my hair - slowly tightening and then pulling me back with an almost painful tug: using my hair as a form of restraint, He guided my movements back and forth as He drew His cock head  to brush against the inner edge of my lips, then forced himself back down into my throat. I let Him take control: quietly folded my hands behind my back in true submission - and gave my throat, my body, my everything as a tool for His pleasure.

He released my hair - pulled Himself from my mouth and held His cock out of my way: I took His unspoken command, and set my tongue to bathing His balls - nuzzling and kissing, licking and mouthing - brushing the inside of His thighs and under his balls with my beard. The tight steel ring was sharply chill against His hot flesh - His balls stretched taught and full by the weight. I carefully sucked each smooth ball into my mouth, circled them with my tongue, traced where the steel trapped and pulled the skin - until I could feel my Man trembling with Hunger - His hands clenching at His sides as He resisted the urge to grab my head once more and force His will upon me.

Finally, I took Him down inside me once more - tongue flickering and rippling beneath Him as I felt His head swell and pulse at the back of my throat. Carefully, teasingly, I arched my tongue back to trace the very edge of His glans over and over again - and was rewarded with His gasp of pleasure-at-the-edge-of-pain...

Slowly, with utmost care and gentle devotion, I finally brought my Man to the most beautifully shuddering climax - and then greedily gulped down His cum-scented piss...


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