Sunday, January 25, 2015

Service


Look at how beautifully he struggles to please his Man. See how he swallows, then works hard to keep his throat open - the hard blink to let the tears of effort flow, and then that long, pleading, upward look of devotion.

Worship your Man with equal effort. Train your throat to overcome its natural instincts to choke - learn to take ALL of Him, root deep. It's simple and it's possible - all it takes his practice and dedication. Work until you can take Him all the way down into your throat. Let Him feel the flutter of your vocal chords around the head of His GodCock - strive to give Him pleasure like no other cock-sucker has before. 

You will never feel such pride and honour as when you feel the tremble of ecstasy through His body at the unique feeling as your body ripples and pulses around Him - or hear the thickness in His voice when He gasps that ‘Good BOY!’ in hunger and shock.

Devote you body to His pleasure - and gain TRUE and lasting pleasure in doing so. 

THIS is what it means to love and serve - and this is the true joy of submission.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Inflation

Beautifully inflated rubber - shared by @Langlitzleathercop.


Imagine being inside this suit Can you feel the soft press of the inner skin - squeezed against you by the building pressure of the enfolding layers…? The rising heat and the slow trickle of sweat down your back, chest and thighs…? 

Can you imagine how it feels to breath inside the muffled silence of that heavily inflated hood - the only sound the struggling hiss of your own breath through the valves and tubes - slow and hypnotic as you struggle to surrender to your predicament…

Your every move feels like it is underwater: resisted by the tightness and the unrelenting press of the suit; it forces your arms, your legs, your neck and body into a simple, upright pose: part doll, part object… 

You catch sight of yourself in the dungeon mirrors: the bulbous head swings around to look, and the lights flash from the misted lenses; you can hardly recognise yourself as human, so transformed are you within the grotesquely swollen form… You walk slowly forward: your movements are awkward, sluggish - forced as they are against restricting rubber. You reach up with gloved hands, touch your distended reflection and then the swollen bulge of your inflated chest: unbelieving that this inhuman perversion is what you now look like. You peer into the ballooned swell of what remains of your face, trying to see any remnants of who you once were within the tiny pin-prick eyes - but only blank and glistening rubber and plastic meets your desperate gaze. 

You hear a hiss as more air is pumped into the suit - the pressure around you builds even more: pressing the inner skin tight against your body, squeezing into every fold, every crack and indentation; the strain of holding your arms up against the press and pressure becomes too much, and your arms are forced down, rigid by your sides. Your body is trapped within the vice-like clamp of the suit as it presses inwards, tighter and more solid with every hissing second. It becomes difficult to breathe as the rubber over your chest becomes so tight, so hard - all of your focus narrows down to the effort required to simply draw the next wheezing lungful of air, laced with poppers and ether… 

As the rubber squeezes the humanity from your body, and the gas erodes the identity from your mind, you slowly surrender to what you now know to be the truth: You are rubber, you are trapped, and this bloated reality will now be your home…



Saturday, January 03, 2015

Puppy new year!

Wow, what a year 2014 was - happy, happy memories...!


Paws crossed for another great one - better than the last! (Which shouldn't be too difficult, as long as I get to spend a good part of it at my Mans side...)

Namaste!

Thursday, January 01, 2015

True service - true surrender.



That beautiful look: the pleading, upward cast eyes, the mouth already starting to form the ‘O’ of rapture - that open, desperate look of devotion and hunger that says “Please, Sir, fuck me. Let me give myself to You in pleasure and self-sacrifice”

This is the look of a true sub: a true man who willingly surrenders himself to the pleasure of Other Men, so that he may stoke the hunger that feeds them both, and raise your sex to an experience of Divinity. 

Don’t underestimate such a man - don’t belittle him or think him ‘less’ than others, for within this man lies the power to transform You into a God. For that is the power of the devotion from a true sub: in his eyes you will see Yourself reflected a hundredfold, in his devotion to You will feel yourself cleansed of frailty, in His Honouring of You You will find Yourself made worthy of Service. 

Let him worship Your cock. Let him pour forth his devotion on the altar of Your Masculinity. Let his worship of You transform You into the embodiment of his God - Your GodCock the Holy Phalus around which his very world spins. Let him poor His devotion into You - feel it in the heat and pulse of his body, the electric flash of every hooded glance he casts upwards to Your holy countenance. Feel Yourself empowered in that love.

Give him the honour of making You happy - let him feed upon You in selfless pleasure: every lick, every ripple of His tongue and twitch of his powerful throat bringing You closer to the most powerful orgasm you have ever known.

Let him take You inside the Temple of his body - and finally - let him transform you BOTH in the holy sacrament of giving him Your seed.

Let this Man honour You, serve You - LOVE You - and in doing so, change You, body and soul.

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