Day two at my first ever (hopefully not my last) IML: I woke up curled up on the floor where my
Alpha sent me to bed, frustrated, Friday night.
He let me suck him off and edged me before sending me (still w/ my leash
on) down to the floor to go to sleep like a good puppy dog. *drools*
This meant for a restless, horny
night. Mind you, I also hadn’t been
allowed to cum in over three weeks. I
woke up on the floor, literally curled up w/ Sir’s sexy, high shine, leather
boots… and hard.
Sir Loki, Pup Nitro, and I walked out for breakfast together,
and then, back at the hotel, Sir leashed me and took me to the market to shop
around. I was curious about finding some
more gear in my black-and-green color scheme (to match my hood… and my tattoo…
and my pretty, green eyes). We looked
over a few possibilities: a green harness, black neoprene shorts w/ green
piping, a black rubber shirt w/ green trim…
Nothing that was in my meager price-range screamed “buy me!” so I settled on a $10 green cock ring as a souvenir. There was some nice stuff, but I was trying
to be very money conscious b/c I have some credit card debt I really need to
clean-up. But I collected a few vender
business cards, so maybe once Christmas rolls around…
Sir got his high shine boots blacked. They looked great afterwards! The bootblack really brought out the red
coloration in them. Very nice. Sir had a second bootblack ticket, so the
plan was for me to get my leather dress pants blacked at some point. They have some bad scratches on the
knees. (Can’t imagine how that
happened.) But for now, it was time for
lunch, so we joined back up w/ Nitro and the three of us went out for some
first rate Tai food. Over lunch, Nitro
shared some of his insight about leather contests and how they work and what
the judges look for…
The next thing Sir and Nitro wanted to do was go to the
Hellfire Club’s cocktail party. The
Leather Achieves & Museum had a display there honoring the history of the
Hellfire Club – one of the oldest extant BDSM clubs in the country. They also had some original artworks they
were raffling off for charity – pretty cool drawings. Best of all, though, was that I got to spend
the event on-leash. I think we could be
doing just about anything; if the Alpha is dragging me around on my leash, I’m
happy.
Then it was nap time for Sir, Nitro, and me. Another real nap, not a “Loki nap,” which is
something different… and not as restful.
After our actual, restful nap, we went to the pup meet-n-greet, which I as
really looking forward to. This was held
in a big, hotel suite. There were about
two dozen pups and handlers crammed in there – some in gear, some not –
including a few familiar faces from Dominion and our extended Atlanta pack,
which I was delighted to see. I didn’t
do much talking, though. I wore my
wonderful rubber hood, and Sir had me on all fours on-leash, at his feet while
he did more of the chit-chat (very okay w/ me).
Most of the pups were on two legs, but a few got down to nuzzle me and
say hi.
I would have been happy to stay at the pup meet-n-greet;
I’ve blogged in the past about how odd it is for me to have been a pup for so
many years and know only a couple of other pups, and how in the last few years
the community has exploded, so I get to meet, sniff, and pounce new pups at
every event I go to. However, Loki
wanted to see some of the IML contest, and Nitro said this would be the best
night (the pop questions). So, Sir
(still holding my leash), Nitro, and I (still wearing my hood) boarded the bus
to shuttle us over to the contest location.
We took our seats. Pup Ranger
came over to say hi. Sir got me a
rum-n-coke w/ a straw so I could sip it w/ my puppy hood on. The contest started. I pulled my glasses out of my vest pocket and
balanced them on my muzzle so I could see the show better. Sir snorted, and said to Nitro that I looked
like Mr. Peabody.
Speaking to Nitro, I pointed at Sir and said, “And this is
my boy, Sherman.”
Sir hit me in the nuts.
Hard.
Nitro stayed for the whole event, but after about half the
contest, Sir decided it was time to seek some dinner, so we shared a cab w/ a
nice couple back to the IML hotel (and saw fireworks along the way). We
had dinner at a fancy steakhouse. (I
took my hood off… but still wore my leash. Normally I'm not this "out" w/ fetish stuff in public, but the steakhouse was right across the street from the IML hotel, so if you only looked out the window you saw guys in leather and gear.)
Back at the hotel, Sir smoked a cigar out front. I fucking HATE smoking, and Sir said I could
go inside… but inside the lobby was so crowded and crazy loud that I went back
out front. I asked Sir to re-hood me,
and then I knelt at his feet while he smoked (smoke rises, and the rubber
helped mask the nasty ass smell… not that I actually need an excuse to wear my
hood and kneel at my Alpha’s feet). I
remember a few people took photos of us while we were out there.
Eventually we headed back up to our room… where Sir stripped
me and tied me face down, spread-eagle to the bed. First he bit me, flogged me, and whipped me Shdwkitten-style (i.e. no warm up – my Owner is a zero-to-sixty Top). He said he was feeling mean. (Because usually he’s a kind and generous
Sir.)
Then he crawled on top of me and we had some ferocious
werewolf sex. Puppy likes werewolf
sex! Both Loki and I are usually very
non-verbal during sex: we growl, snarl, bark, yelp, and whimper – but don’t
speak much. However, once in a blue
moon, we get in this headspace where we both get quite verbal. This (for whatever reason) was one of those
times. He kept calling me his “little
fuck puppy” and his “cock hound.” Really
tripped my triggers! Add to this, that
he reminded me that I wasn’t going to cum tonight. For some perverse reason, knowing that he
wasn’t going to allow me to cum made the whole experience even hotter. I think amongst all my own half-crazed babbling,
I thanked him profusely for not letting me cum too soon. I apparently also begged him not to stop
fucking me and damn near cried when he finally pulled out. (And I do mean “finally” – it apparently was
a really, really long fuck. I think
Nitro went out for pizza and came back while we were still going at it.)
I think I really was looking this weekend to get into a deep
submissive headspace w/ Sir. Of course,
it helps that the more turned-on I get the more putty-in-his-hands I become…
and Loki knows how to push all of his wolfhound’s buttons. *wags*
Thus ends a very steamy Saturday at IML 2014.
To be continued…
Damn that got me hard.
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