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. 

Panic

Only a week until surgery.  Pre-surgery tests today.  And this incredible urge to have lots of sex before I get sent back to the sofa.  So Sunday was intense time.  Lunch with pup yesterday where I had a hard time keeping my hands to myself.  Last night gave hubby a whaling on his buttocks.  This weekend is Frolicon with lots of fun sessions and some intriguing dungeon parties.  I may not need anesthesia by next Wednesday at this rate!

Pics are from Sunday.  Videos are at XTube  (look for cuffdbhnd).

Have I Mentioned How Lucky I Am?

Okay, so all day Wednesday with Sparky.  Yesterday was D-Day at the surgeon's, but that deserves a post all it's own.  This morning I'm whacking hubby's butt because he's being sarcastic and snarky about taking out the trash.  (I think he does it on purpose.  You know how children think negative attention is better than no attention?)

And today with ~loki.  Long ago I'd promised him a nice long rope bondage day.  Then he sort of shocked me by offering a sort of "no limits" Friday since it's gonna be a while before we get to play again (again....more on that in the less than sexy blog entry coming up).

I really thought long and hard about it.  And decided what I still wanted to do was lots and lots of rope.  I'm pretty happy with this set of pics.  EXCEPT I forgot to take a pic after the rope came off and the straitjacket went on.  Fuck fuck fuck.....That boy was head to toe in leather and I was whacking his balls with a wooden paddle like there was no tomorrow.  Sigh.  I'm glad that at least I got to see it!

This boy is the best.  The absolute best.

A Full Day With Sparky

A year ago, back when I had just started this blog I had a chance to play with SparkySea. It was damn fun.  (You can read about that visit in this blog entry.)  It was a short but intense session and I got a glimpse of the intensity that is possible with this hot and hunky man.

Over the past year we've chatted, stayed in touch, and made our plans for a return visit.  And this week we were finally able to hook up.  And no short session this time around!  I picked Sparky up at 2:30 in the afternoon.  I got him back to his hotel at 11:30 that night.  Okay, okay....we did go eat dinner and take a little time to digest.  And about 9:15 I told him I either had to kick him out or tie him up.  He opted for the 2nd choice as long as he could wear his full football gear.  WOOF.

Hubby was here for almost all of the play and it was terrific.  "Plays well with others" was a comment I remember from my 2nd grade teacher.  She would have been proud of all three of us.

We covered a lot of ground that day.  The pics verify that!  And you'd best keep an eye on Sparky's blog (one of the very best in blogdom) for a video or two from that 9 hours together.

And if you follow his twitter comments you know he's bragging about the 15 pounds we hung off his balls.  Hubby is pouting and demanding a rematch.

 (In the pic above you can see the bucket we hung from Sparky's balls.  Filled it with weights and water to equal 15 pounds.  He claims he could have taken more.)

A New Workout Regime

Workout involves stretching balls. Hubby's, not mine.


Baseline: 11 pounds.

Wild Weekend, Lagniappe

Imagine hubby's and my surprise when we get a phone call during our pot-luck Xmas party. "Hey, my flight has been delayed so many times, I'm actually not gonna be able to leave until tomorrow at 5:30. Would it be an imposition to have you come get me and let me stay another night?" An imposition?! An imposition?! Was he out of his fucking mind?! (of course we both thought he meant 5:30 a.m., but were so happy to find out he meant p.m. I already had the alarm set for 3:30 a.m.!!!)

So, back to the airport, back to the loft, and this tired top sent the boys to the playroom. I wasn't gonna fool anybody that I had any energy to be in control by this point. Mike took charge and gave hubby one helluva flogging before they trotted off to bed. (It was funny how this scene sort of shook me a bit, but I'm gonna blog on this a little later.)

The next day we got a chance to do a last few things that hadn't gotten done in our long weekend. It truly was like having dessert on the most fabulous meal of all, (not unlike the banana cream cheesecake those two pigs split after our huge barbecue meal).

This time the trip to the airport was for real. Quick goodbyes (I hate any other kind) and last night I collapsed. Of course piggy hubby begged for permission to have one more whackoff before he went to bed. Sigh. Do they never stop? LOL, no ROFL, I found out that Mike whacked off TWICE looking at all the pics we took of the wonderful weekend. Hubby got pouty and said HE would have whacked off twice as well but it was too cold in the loft. Do these people have no shame!!!!????

The Power of Three

Some guys get totally weird about playing with more than one other person. For me it's one of the very best things IF you're dealing with no jealousies and a willingness to participate in a variety of ways. Hell, I love being a voyeur. Watching another top work over the hubby? If I put my ego aside I can learn, enjoy, and eventually figure out how to participate!

Dancing in Mid-Air

Okay, so I'm not a big fan of "skins" and poppers aren't really my thing, but watching this guy dance in mid-air was amazing! I'm also a big fan of watching gags get shoved in guys mouths. It also points out a very good idea: rope harnesses for suspension can be problematic, but with the rope over the bomber jacket there's an automatic padding which should help spread out the pressure points. You'll have to turn the sound way way way up to hear this guy scream. Just don't have any other apps open or you'll get a blast in the ear. LOL

New Toy

Totally forgot to post these a couple of weeks ago. What a fun little toy!

I'd even recommend the company that sold the item since it was so cheap, but since I've got three items that are on back order for over 2 months now and can't get a response to the several e-mails I've sent them, 'taint no way I'm recommending the shits.

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.