Pup Play

Hubby and I recently had a chance to host two pups for a little frolicking and some bondage.  You'd think it would be two times the fun, but actually the multiplication table goes off the charts by just adding one pup to the mix.  There were all kinds of great moments, from frisky, well-behaved pups, to horny, begging boys.  I was amazed at how quickly the time went.  And so pleased to have been a part of hubby's evil designs.  Hubby's heart isn't really into topping, but I could see how pleased he was at having been the one to coordinate the whole event.  Besides!  he got his nips chewed on by two pups!

What a Gift

I am so amazed at times.  I celebrated my 3 week anniversary since surgery on Wednesday.  There's been lots of progress and I felt like it was time to at least venture back into the dungeon for a short bit.  No heavy lifting, no bending, no twisting, but I've been dying to try out the new humane restraints I inherited.  So pup had a change of schedule today that allowed him to sneak away from work a bit early and we got to spend a couple of hours in the dungeon.  Yay.

Pup has put himself in an "honor," "sympathetic" chastity mode because a good friend and fellow pup asked him to share his own chastity journey.  Today was day 11 of that journey, but he'll have to start over!  Actually, it might be more appropriate to say that like many others who endure chastity, he's fulfilled his duties by not whacking off, and only cumming when I allow it.  That's a pretty nice gift in itself!

But when pup appeared today, he took my breath away.  Now, if you've read this whole blog you know I sort of have this thing about men in suits and ties.  Personally I think it goes right along with all the other uniform and gear fetishes so many of us have.  There's a power image seeing a man in suit and tie, but there's also so many other feelings that go along with it.  For me?  Feeling starched shirts, stiff collars, silk ties, and some really wonderful silk boxers that I'd given him and asked him to wear, WOOF, and as a bonus he was wearing the black suspenders I'd given him, MORE WOOF.  Well, the total picture was nirvana for me.

On went the new, shorter dog collar and padlock, off came the suit jacket and wasting no time we trotted up to the dungeon. On went a leather hood and a pretty severe posture collar, right over all the other clothing.  Using several ropes and the humane restraints I restrained pup to the floating bondage table.  Balls and dripping penis were exposed and a couple hours later a very nice load drenched his shirt.

Somewhere mid-session pup surprised me by asking to "go deeper," presumably a desire to go much deeper into the submissive headspace.  We accomplished some of that, but I know he craves going into deeper and darker territory than he's ever experienced. (I know it took him a full fifteen minutes to return to this world post orgasm...)  We're working on that!  And we hope maybe that he'll have a chance to experience some erotic hypnosis with another Top.  How cool is that?

For pup to endure wearing the suit all day, more dressy than he needed to be for his work day, meant a lot to me.  Yeah, it's a control issue (I LOVED yanking on his tie whilst jacking him off, growl!), but it was a tremendous gift to me made with great respect for my own fetishes. As I was snapping a few pics I told him it would be enough for me to whack off to for a few months.  LOL.  Totally true.

Thank you, Loki. 

A bit more

I posted a bit hastily about my time with ~loki yesterday, mainly because I was so happy with the set of pics.  The progress of the rope bondage against the upright bondage bed was fun to chronicle and outside of some rope on the legs that got a little droopy toward the end I was really happy with the final outcome.  And as I mentioned before I regret not getting a picture of him in full leather--hood, straitjacket, chaps, leather ankle cuffs.  And it might have been really nice to have someone holding a video camera while the paddling of the balls was going on.  It was a sight to behold.

But, as with all good scenes, it's difficult to express the various levels of physical and emotional intensity that can occur.  Sometimes putting it into words belittles it, as I know I'm struggling to even begin to describe something that words are making more cheap.  This pup made an enormous leap yesterday, really giving himself to me, allowing me to be in total charge of the scene.  When I commented later on the intensity of paddling he'd taken on his balls, he surprised me by telling me he hadn't really been in that particular mood or headspace, and no, it hadn't been the best sensation all the time.  To tell the truth that really threw me for a loop.  Had I misread the signals that badly?  I swore his moans were real.  I specifically heard him say "Please, Sir, More!"  I realize now that his motives were not to achieve something for himself, but to give me the opportunity to use him as I wished, him being totally submissive and willing to serve in my greater pleasure.  This pulled the rug out from under me in a lot of ways.  Those of you who know me, really know me, know that I am one those Tops who wants you to have a good time.  I get off on seeing you wriggle, writhe, and moan because I'm hitting the right buttons at the right time.  Yesterday was different.  I wasn't hitting the right buttons, physically,  but somehow the button of submission in this handsome and beautiful pup was pulsing at a very high level, and that was enough to take us to new levels.

This pup has given me many gifts over this past 10 months.  He makes me smile every day that we get to chat a bit; he lifts my spirits when he bounds into the loft; he challenges me to be the best I can be whenever we're together.  The gift he gave me yesterday was deeper and richer and shows just what an incredible journey he's taking.  I am honored to be a part of that journey.  I held this pup for a pretty long time yesterday when we were finishing up.  I needed that too.  It's gonna be a while before we get to be together in this fashion. 

A few days ago he told me he wanted yesterday to be special for me, a sort of "no limits", "do what you want to me" scene. Since I'll be having surgery soon and he has a lot of travel and hard work coming up, he wanted me to head into the surgery having a very special scene that would help me focus on getting better fast.  That's a pup's heart at work.  Thank you.

More Rope

Did have a chance to do a little ropework recently. Thankfully I have a very patient hubby and pup. They did find ways to entertain themselves when I ran out of steam and had to lay down. Pup had just gotten his new latex shirt and shorts. Me? I couldn't wait to see him in it and covered in rope. He also purchased a new NastyPig shirt, also enhanced by adding rope!

Wild Weekend, Saturday

Saturday started as "pup" day. I asked ~loki to join us which he was able to do for about 5 hours of great play. There were 3 seconds of shitfuckdamnpiss as the electro box we used jumped from about 15% to 6000% percent. ~Loki amazed me at how well he took a bad moment and put it far behind him. It will be a while down the road before try this again. Thank God there's 1249 more things he wants to try! (And if you haven't figured it out by now, I would rather cut off my right arm than give this wonderful man/boy/pup anything but the very best of experiences in his journey. So I'm typing this one-handed.)

The real joy though was two-fold. Seeing ~loki in the football uniform was FUCKING HOT. And seeing him take the paddle from me when I offered it so that he could whap on hubby's balls was so great! There was a gleam in his eye that was so real and so deep. I knew the electro-shit was far behind him and he was back to the pure joy he always has to offer.

I wasn't so sure about all the sportsgear stuff, but since Mike had packed a special suitcase just for the shoulder pads I sure as hell wasn't going to let him go home not having used them! I gotta tell you, I was so turned on by all these "jocks" around me, I believe I may a whole new appreciation and fetish.

Puppy in the Making

I told you we were addicted to this show. Now you know why.

Puppy Balls

It was a grand day with pup. Because of an appointment with a physical therapist we met at his house. It wasn't the 17 suitcases of gear I mentioned earlier, but two medium sized bags and two smaller ones got hauled up to his bedroom before we launched into our day of fun.

pup opened the door wearing his neoprene singlet (DAMN, why didn't I get a pic of THAT....so hot!). Before long he had on his two collars, the leash, a rubber hood, the new boxing gloves and deep into pup headspace he went. A few commands, a little belly scratching, and I swear to the gods that pup had a wet spot of precum the size of a dinner plate soaking through the neoprene. (Wish even more I had a pic of THAT!!!)

The rest of the morning was spent working over those beautiful pup balls. They got put in a vise, and smacked, tied up in a variety of ways, smack smack, stretched, smack smack smack, and after the rubber podsuit went on him and his balls tied off yet again, he got to an edge several times of almost cumming just from the abuse his balls were taking. Beautiful.

We took a break for lunch and to await the PT. For the first half hour after he showered I laughingly recognized that sort of dazed, groggy look in his eyes. The boy/pup had gone a long way away and wasn't racing back to reality.

The tens unit the PT brought was hooked up (to his BACK, perverts) and I could see it was helping, but the pup was obviously hurting and tired. (not so tired and hurting he didn't make a comment about a willingness to hop the bones of the cute little trainee the PT had brought along, LOL) So fully wired up, up to bed we went, a simple rope tie on his hands, the leather zip front hood on his head, electricity pulsing through his back, and more edging from smack smack smack smack smack.

When the pup finally came, all I could think at first was "damn! this boy could be a porn star!" He shoots well over his shoulder and ropey long strings of cum 6 or 7 or 8 times at a go. It is so beautiful to watch.

For a half hour we just lay there, pup cuddling Master. Say what you like, but for pup play this is the real reward for a Master/Trainer/Owner/Sir. At least it is for me. Only the pup knows how hard it is for Me to unlock that collar as I climb in my jeep and head out into Atlanta traffic.

Pup Hood?

Pup and I are still looking for the right hood for him. I love his DevilDogRubber hood with the yellow "whiskers", but alas, no mouth hole for toy fetching and licking and other, ahem, rubberpup activities.

And neither of us particularly like the cartoonish nature of many of the leather and rubber hoods designed for pup play.

I love the mulitple possibilities of the hood from Pig Boi. The simpler hood comes from twistmyrubberarm.

Damn! My wishlist just gets longer and longer and longer!

A Perfect Pup

Pup ~loki had the assignment of e-mailing me a pic everyday for the past week of him in his underwear. The pup has drawers and drawers filled with some really wonderful briefs, jocks, boxers, boxer-briefs, etc.

I know for him, as with thousands and thousands of others, underwear can be the beginning fetish point. Probably one of the reasons men think about sex every 3 seconds of their waking days.

In any case, here's 3 of my favorites. Thanks, pup. Good pup. 8==8 for you!

Web Building at the Eagle

I had the wonderful opportunity to build a rope web at the Eagle last night. Hubby and I and a couple of good friends headed over at about 9:00 to get the process going. The pup was already there looking quite nice in his homemade spiderman spandex outfit (woof!!). Hubby was also quite hot in rubber and a nice rope harness. (yes, I pinch myself frequently, having two such incredible men in my life.......).

The web is a bitch to put together at first as your dragging a hundred feet of rope through a series of knots, but as you've tied about 50 of these knots you get down to the last fifty feet of rope and things progress a little better.

I was pretty happy with how it turned out. Sturdy enough to climb on, yet just enough give that the victims could get a good ride. And there was no problem finding willing victims! I only wish I'd assigned photography duties to someone else, cuz, as you know, I suck at that. I'm hoping some of the guys who were busy clicking away will send me some of the better shots that they took over the course of the evening.

And alas, didn't get pics of all the men who went for a ride. Superman and SoreNuts---my apologies! The other apology? To hubby and pup for not being able to just focus 100% on you two, tying you up for the entire evening. This was fun, mind you, but I'd rather have spent the night, at home, just adding rope after rope after rope on the two of you.

Over the past couple of years my own learning curve has been steep in every element of life. It has excited me to no end. I've progressed as a person in so many ways, learning what's really important in life; I've got a 25 year relationship that has always been great but has truly soared in the last two years; I've taken on a pup that has awakened so many good elements in me; I've explored so much deeper into all the elements of BDSM, recognizing just how many thousands of subcategories there really are in our lifestyle; I've developed skills that I'm not afraid to take some pride in; I've opened my eyes to the possibilities of life, the wonderful varieties of men, and the wide variety of activities that excite me.

The other thing I've learned to recognize is the true look of a bondophile. LOTS of guys like bondage, but for many it's just a means to get on to the other activities. But there are those guys who just need the bondage, who just need to wallow in the slow progression of losing their freedom. I saw two of them last night and the response was almost identical. They were as different as could be in many ways, two ends of the spectrum in age, different body types, different personalities, but both exhibited the classic signs of bondage love:

*A quickening of the heartbeat as they stepped up to the web for their turn to "ride"
*A nervousness, but that "good" kind.
*A sense of reassuring themselves that this is what they really wanted to do
*A recognition that they knew they were taking a risk, but a risk deep down they knew they had to take
*And as the first couple of ropes went on, stretching their hands wide, instead of becoming more nervous, they actually relaxed
*And then, with feelings probably only a heroin addict can relate to, something pulses through their veins, the eyes begin to flutter, the outside world begins to disappear (like the other 1000 men in the bar watching them get tied up), the chill in the air has been replaced with the warmth of that special juice in their blood, the shivers are not from the cool air, but from the possibilities that await them. FUCK. I'm so sorry if you don't get this. Really. There is no better moment in life.

So here I sit laughing. I got up at 4:00 on Saturday morning and didn't get to bed until almost 3:30 this morning. I haven't pulled a 24 hour shift for a whole lot of years. And after 3 hours of sleep I gave up and got up, thoughts of last night partly to blame, although I realize I've got my own set of drugs pulsing through me: a good old monster dose of steroids from the 2nd round of epidurals I'm taking for the herniated disc.

I want one!

Hotlanta Rubber

Terrific Day! Coffee with the downstairs pervert after he brought his hunky A/C guy through to get to the roof. A/C company is ClimateMasters, a company I'd recommended to him. No clue why I picked them or why their named popped out of the Yellow Pages.

Then off to a barbecue at the Eagle with pup. A little pup playtime and naptime. And then we got the neighbor back up and had a fun time playing "dress-up." Talked 'em both into putting on the rubber podsuit. Yeah. Really took a lot of coercion. LOL.

Then pup got to wear the full rubber catsuit, and eventually his DevilDog hood, and the locking leather mitts while I drug him around the Eagle. Oh! And I swear to God I'm letting that boy buy all my lottery tickets from now on. He won the big gift basket filled with pervy little toys they raffled off last night. Now the funny thing is he won like a 6 year supply of lube. And he hates lube.

Met a lot of super rubbermen last night, including a surprise appearance by Ruff from Chicago. Was a real pleasure to meet someone who has been blogging for such a long time and been such a great resource for the leather and rubber community.

And kudos to the guys at Hotlanta Rubber for throwing such a great party. pupNitro, Daddy Alan, and all the rest put some huge efforts into making this successful.

We hobbled home pretty early. I'm afraid that pup has joined my status of herniated disc. We've been hoping for over 3 weeks that it was just a pulled muscle. But the MRI is scheduled. We'll cross our fingers.

So now I'm looking around at all the ruin in this house. Ugh. Gotta Clean. And I miss hubby.

And I know you all are gonna draw a bad conclusion. You think I miss him because I could get him to do the clean-up. Nope. I just miss our morning coffee, first hug of the day, laughing about the previous days events, processing our lives, planning our next playtime, and yeah, getting him to fold the towels.