Friday, May 30, 2014

International Mr. Leather, 2014 – Part 4, Woof Camp!!!!

First, a public health message:  One of the pups from Woof Camp just got diagnosed w/ mono, so if any of you pups are feeling icky in the next few days, ask your Handler to make you an appointment w/ the vet.

Okay, so Sunday afternoon I returned to the IML hotel after a day at the Art Institute and Millennium Park.  I was in a really wonderful mood from the amazing art, the sunshine, music in the park, and Sir let me cum this morning (after over three weeks of holding it in).  I had a spring in my step and a wag in my tail… and I was totally stoked about Woof Camp!  I can take or leave the title contest.  The market was impressive, but I’m broke.  No, other than spending time w/ my Alpha, the primary reason I was there was for the nation’s largest mosh – as Pug called it: “Puppy Mecca.”

Sir Loki was in a pretty good mood, himself, when I rejoined him.  He had managed to arrange a play date, bottomed, and got into pup-space, a rarity for my Alpha.  I was super happy for him.

The present plan was for me to use our second bookblack ticket to get my dress leather pants worked on.  The knees are all scraped up.  (How ever could that have happened?)  Unfortunately, by the time we got downstairs, all the bootblacks had closed shop and left for the IML contest.  We tried to hang out in the lobby some, but it was noisy and crowded, so we decided to go on up to the Woof Camp ballroom and see if we could help w/ set-up.  There were actually quite a few pups and handlers there, so there wasn’t a lot for us to do, just lend a paw here or there.

Before the big mosh, they were offering puppy yoga for those who wanted to limber up – w/ a certified yoga puppy.  I enjoyed doing that.  Then it was time for Woof Camp.  I think there were just two pups there who I already knew: Rex and Hercules.  I did get introduced to a few others whom I have head/read on the internet (Leatherati or NoSafeWord) like Brue, Pug, Knuckpup and his pup Striker, and the International Pup & Trainer title holders Rylee and Daddy Rose… All the stars were out.  :)

When I first entered the mosh there were about 15 or 20 pups, mostly in a big circle passing a ball around.  It seemed a very odd game to me.  Why would I want to pass the toy?  All the toys are mine.  So when the ball came to me, I pounced on it and covered it.  Instantly, the pups imploded around me, pounced me, and took the ball away.  It was great!  *wags*

Fantastic as the big mosh was, I find myself struggling to describe it.  It’s impossible for me to give a detailed account of the mosh – memories are all fragmented impressions.  My puppy headspace wasn’t really the deep, non-verbal place I often go (that can sometimes be hard to get into in a public mosh) – however, I think I was still maybe deeper than many of the other pups… but even w/o a deep pup-space mind, there was a wild, frenetic energy buzzing in the room that I was definitely intoxicated with.

There were a few games and gags planned.  A visit from the dog catcher… zombie mailmen (I guess b/c the pups killed the mailmen last year?)… a human-kitty… and, finally, Cruella DeVill.  Oh, and piñatas full of squeaky toys.  I wasn’t really into these gags.  They didn’t bother me or particularly mess w/ my headspace… I just was much more interested in the puppies.

There was a wide variety of pups.  Some pups are fun and silly.  Some are cute and cuddly.  Some are just fucking hot.  I enjoyed being silly w/ some of the silly puppies.  Nuzzling w/ some of the cuties.  Wrestling w/ a few of the more aggressive pups.  And, well, as for the really fucking hot ones…

I was particularly drawn to a pup in Deadpool zenti and Blackstyle hood.  Maybe it was associations w/ the comicbook character, but he just seemed to have a fun, reckless, and sexy energy about him… and a cute butt.  I would later learn that this was Whiteout.  At various times during the mosh we found one another – often taking turns pouncing one-another, sometimes nuzzling, sometimes playing w/ toys, and sometimes sniffing, rubbing, and – yes, of course – humping. 

I really enjoyed pouncing and pinning him.  And (as you can see above) I enjoyed it sometimes being me on the bottom.  :)  Sir recently said that he thinks he can only bottom to another Alpha-switch (like his brother Nitro) b/c he really gets off on the way the Top role gets taken back-and-forth during the play and foreplay.  I’m not a switch, but as a beta pup I definitely see what he means.  I was just recently telling my pack-mate Gwynn:  One thing I like about the puppy pack dynamic is that it is very organic and not artificial.  It's not a Leather House where you earn your way up by longevity (e.g. ‘I was here first so I outrank you’) or something, nor does Loki try to impose an artificial ranking; he's always like, ‘you pups figure it out.’  Hunter and I have evolved toward this beta/omega dynamic naturally.  I didn't expect it of him, but he just started fetching my drinks and carrying my gear, and then I found myself holding his leash – and found that I really enjoy holding his leash.  And still sometimes I can sense where he's feeling a bit Toppy (for Hunter), and I roll with it and enjoy him biting me or pinning me.  

For me, as a beta, meeting new pups, moshing, and playing, involves a lot of that testing one-another to see who’s going to be on top.  And I love that part!  And, you also find some natural omega pups (like Rex) where you just look at them cross and they give you their belly.  LOL.  While on the other side there are the Alphas – who are fun for a masochist like me to poke when I’m looking to get tore-up.  But in-between you have all the betas pouncing and flipping Top/bottom…  So much fun!

So… I think it was about midway through the mosh when a friend of Whiteout’s joined us: a sexy pup in a shiny rubber bodysuit and Wethot hood like mine (but w/ silver accents instead of my green) and gorgeous Asian eyes shinning through the hood.  Woof!  This I would later learn was RubberTFAD.  We were also joined by another pup (in blue w/ another Blackstyle hood) who appeared to be w/ RubberTFAD, and who would later be introduced to me as C. (no scene name, so I’ll just use an initial).

As the mosh started to wind-down, I spent much of the latter part snuggling and nuzzling w/ these three puppies.  At some point I ended up laying on my back w/ my head in Whitehout’s lap w/ him playing w/ my nipples (my nips are hardwired to my cock – touch them and I get hard instantly!) while RubberTFAD rubbed my crotch.  It was simply heavenly.  MMMMmmmmmmm…  *drools*

By that point in the mosh we were all pretty, freaking worn-out.  I’d been on all fours romping non-stop the whole time: 3 hours!  It was a serious workout!  I was dripping sweat by the time Sir peeled my hood off.  My wonderful Saint Bernard did a fine job the whole mosh, bringing me water and keeping me hydrated.  I think Sir was just happy that there were plenty of other Handlers there – apparently at the CLAW mosh there were a dozen or more pups and only Sir and one other Handler to watch them all.  Yikes!

After the mosh, the plan was to do some pictures.  Unfortunately the professional photographer was gone so we couldn’t get him to shoot me and Sir.  However, we did get a photo of us w/ Knuckpup’s family: Pup Striker, Knucksub, and the new pup.

As we were cleaning up the ballroom, Sir found a puppy to molest in a corner.  I think I saw some biting and kissing and sucking and choke holds…  Yay!  Meanwhile, I kept circling back around to my three new friends – just hugging, petting, and chatting.  They were all three so hot, I wanted to hang w/ them some more… but I also knew I had to catch an early flight tomorrow morning, and I was already about to fall-down exhausted.  Still… I was sorely tempted to invite Whiteout back to our hotel room.  He was so cute!  This is really unusual for me, b/c the truth is I’m so not very promiscuous.  I just don’t really do random hook-ups or one-night-stands… even though my Owner gives me permission to do so.  It’s just more in my nature to stick to my family/pack when it comes to sex: Ma’am, Sir, Lilith, Hunter… But, ye gods, Whiteout had such a sexy-fun puppy energy, I was really tempted to go for it.

But I hesitated (while Sir molested the pup he had drug into the corner), and at some point the boys all drifted off.  Aw, well…  Maybe I’ll see them again next year...

Nitro showed-up, and he and Sir wanted to head downstairs for a cigar.  Sir blessedly gave his wolfhound permission to skip the nasty, smelly cigar smoking, and sent me upstairs to bed.  I remember Sir came in later… but then he got invited to a private puppy party.  I wanted to join him (a 2-room suite full of young pups – yum!), but I still had that damn early flight, so Sir went to go play w/ the puppies and I went to sleep.  Grump, grump.

What did Woof Camp mean to me?  I first started pup play 10 years ago, and have identified as a pup for almost as long.  However, for almost all of that time I was just about the only pup I knew of in the Carolinas.  It was so rare.  (And even today, I’m the only pup the Charlotte Woodshed has seen.)  Being allowed to join Loki’s pack and to have him as my Alpha has meant so much to me!  It was my first sustained contact w/ other pups.  My kin and kind!  And, starting just a few years ago, the pup community in Atlanta has fucking exploded.  This has allowed me to finally (after 7 or 8 years of being the lone oddball w/ that weird puppy-thing fetish) be w/ other pups and let my own inner pup really come forth.  It’s been so wonderful!  (And again, I can not thank Loki enough – nor thank my Owner enough for sharing me w/ Sir.  I have the best Dominants ever!)

7 or 8 years of being almost alone in this fetish.  Then a member of a pack and being welcomed into the greater Atlanta pup community.  And now Woof Camp, where I got to mosh w/ dozens of my fellow pups.  What does Woof Camp mean to me?  A sort of homecoming.  Puppy Mecca, indeed.  Thank you, Brue, for doing this.  Good boy!!!

And so ends my first IML.  There was a lot of time spent on-leash and at Sir’s feet.  I got to show-off my puppy hood (but didn’t get to wear my tail at all, unfortunately).  I got to spend time w/ Sir and Nitro, and ate some great food.  I met several cool people (although mostly only briefly).  There was amazing werewolf sex!  There was the best collection of art I’ve seen outside of DC and Berlin.  And topping it all off was the biggest mosh I’ve ever been in.  I hope I’ll be able to go again next year…

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