2015 Year in Review, Part Two

Twenty more questions about my year...

21. How did you spend Christmas?

We spent Christmas day w/ Poet’s family, and this year it was extra-special b/c we had Hunter with us – a wonderful bonus!  We spent the weekend after Christmas at the Treehouse w/ a handful of our favorite friends, family and puppies, and New Year's we spent in Chattanooga w/ a few other members of my chosen family including one I hadn’t seen in a year b/c he lives in Japan.

22. Did you fall in love?

There are a couple of puppies I’m pretty found of… and I have a new girlfriend named Sally.  ;)

And I continue to fall more in love w/ my beautiful Owner every year!

23. Have any one-night stands?

Sex was very good this year!  Apart from pawesome sex with my regular partners (w/ the pug learning to top and the Dalmatian getting all dominant) I also had a bit of sexy-time w/ a very cute, new pup at the CAPEX Halloween party.

24. What was your favorite TV program?

Agent Carter and This Week Tonight with John Oliver.  We also enjoyed Star Wars Rebels, Daredevil and Jessica Jones, and also re-watching The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?

I wouldn’t feel bad if something dreadful happened to Max’s ex.

26. What was the best book you read?

Non-fic:  Why Marx was Right by Terry Eagleton, Bark! by Justin St Clair, and Critical Mass by James Wolcott.

Fiction:  Hounded and Hexed by Kevin Hearne, The Killer Wore Leather by Laura Antoniou, and The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro.

27. What was your favorite new music of 2015?

Discovered Electro-swing... and I’m looking forward to getting a copy of Hunter’s 2015 mix CD.

28. Best new podcast?

Serial was #1.  That was surprisingly gripping.  Also enjoyed discovering The Great Albums and Simply Scottish, and a promising late-entry just launched last month: Your Next Picture Show

29.  What did you want and get?

Um… locked in chastity?  Did I want that?  *Eyes Hunter suspiciously*

30. What did you want and not get?

I couldn’t convince my Dalmation to let me take him for a ride on the Ferris wheel.  That might be a euphemism; that might not…

31. What was your favorite film of this year?

Star Wars!!!  I also liked Mr. Holmes, Ant-Man and Fury Road.

32. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

Forty.  Went to Frolicon, and this year Hunter was holding my leash… when he wasn’t busy beating Cuddles w/ a Gideon Bible.  And Loki and I got inducted into Mama’s Family.

33. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

I didn’t get to visit IML/Woof Camp, MAL, Folsom, or MIR or any one of those big kink gatherings this year.  I’d like to try and travel to one big kink con (not counting our usual SELF and Frolicon) each year.

34. How would you describe your personal fashion concept this year?

A latex bodysuit to go with my hood… and I look really, fucking hot in it!

35. What kept you sane?

Star Wars!

36. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Probably… Hayley Atwell’s Agent Carter.  Smart, sexy, and sassy!  My kind of woman!

37. What political issue stirred you the most?

Oh gods…  What can I say about the whole, damn clown car of “candidates” for the Republican presidential nomination?  On the other side is Bernie, whom I adore, who has one of the best records and consistently highest approval ratings of anyone in Congress, takes no corporate money, and who might be one of the few people who can pull this country back from the billionaire oligarchy we’ve become, yet Donald Joke Candidate Trump gets like 40 times the amount of press coverage.  That is screwed the F up!

38. Who did you miss?

Loki and Randolph

39. Who was the best new person you got to know?

Met several new pups and Handlers last year (Justin, Coyote, Sprout, and more), and I also enjoyed getting to know Gator a little better

40. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2015:

Okay, so I’ve finally gotten around to taking the “Strength Finder” test my best friend bought for me… like… 6 years ago.  It doesn’t rise to the level of a “life lesson,” but it was interesting.  Ma’am had already taken it.  Kitten is an: Input, Adaptability, Connectedness, Strategic, Intillectitisn.  I have 3 of 5 strengths in common w/ her.  I’m a: Maximizer, Input, Ideation, Intillectitian, Strategic.  As a Maximizer I like to polish things, coach others along, build on strengths rather than focus on weaknesses, I like to give others recognition (while helping them to shine)… editor, show-runner, curator, mentor, coach, teacher…  Instead of being the king, I’d rather be the guy behind the throne giving the king advice.  Input is a big one Kitten and I share.  It’s about collecting and finding new things.  We both like to learn and explore and try new things and make discoveries (new music, a new author, a new restaurant, etc.).  Ideation and Intellectition are very similar.  Basically Ideation is the love of new ideas and Intellectition is the love of deep ideas.  And I think “Strategic” is more what I would call creativity b/c it’s about finding alternative ways to precede and testing different ways of doing things.  That’s what I see as my creative side.

Also not a “life lesson” either, but a particularly exciting new idea I found this year (Input and Ideation!) came from the podcast On Being w/ Krista Tippett, specifically the interview with Helen Fisher on “Sex, Love and Attachment.”  There were two points that I found very interesting.  One was about how, while the divorce rate is going up (and everybody talks about that) it is mostly b/c life expectancy is getting longer.  The average time a marriage lasts hasn’t changed much: about 15 years (about how long it takes a couple to raise a kid).  Second: The nuclear family is kind of an abnormal blip, and it turns out to be inferior to the extended family model: economically, environmentally, and in terms of social-psychology.  It all-around makes more sense to live as an extended family.  Because our society is so much more mobile nowadays (I think the average American moves like every 6 or 8 years or something) we are no longer bound to form an extended family of our literal, biological relations who all live in the same village or neighborhood with us.  The increased mobility has meant that we are ever more seeking out places to live with people and cultures that suit us.  Fisher speculated that this is leading us towards a new model in which we live in what she calls “associations” – or what I would call “chosen family.”  I also conjecture that polyamoury is going to be come more common among millennials…

2015 Year in Review, Part One

20 Questions About My Year

1. What did you do this year that you'd never done before?

Entered long-term chastity w/ Hunter holding the key.  For a good chunk of 2015 Hunter allowed me to cum, on average, only once every 22 days (w/ the longest stretch being 34 days).  My Alpha is getting very good at turning his wolfhound into an adoring puddle of submissive goo. 

2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

“Do a new comic book review each week for Thoughtful Mirth which I started in September of this year.”  Yes!  At least I kept it up through to this September and took the last 3 months off.  I want to pick this up again and do this again next year.  My real resolution, though, is that, this summer, I want to write a couple of adventures for a new game system my friend John is developing.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

Poet has a new nephew.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

My 19-year-old cat, Di.  We were together for half my life, and I miss her.

5. Did anyone close to you get married?

No.

6. What places did you visit?

Vacationed in Savanna with Ma’am, Poet, and Cuddles; visited LaFortress for the first time in years, went up to Williamsburg to see the Hermione, and then later I went to the Myrtle Beach with Hunter.

7. What would you like to have next year that you lacked this year?

I’m thinking of getting the Dainese latex body suit from Latexcatfish…

8. What day from this year will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

Star Wars!

9. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Well… I am fairly proud of a painting I did of Shdwkitten in steampunk garb which hangs in Poet’s living room.  And while not really my achievement, but after years of being more or less alone as a puppy in the Carolinas, I’m happy to see the NC-PAH group now coming together.  We had two pup moshes at the Woodshed, a picnic, some classes and demos...  And I’ve had a small part in helping this along.

10. What was your biggest failure?

Me?  Fail?  Never!

11. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Only a prolonged cold that lasted for like 4 weeks

12. What was the best thing you bought?

My latex body suit – I love the look, feel and smell of it!

13. Whose behavior merited a celebration?

A nod goes to my old friend Max for helping us build a deck and helping renovate my mom’s house to make it handicap accessible.  He was our general contractor of 2015.

14. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

Max’s (now ex-)boyfriend who turned out to be a nasty piece of human garbage.

15. Where did most of your money go?

Buying three air tickets to Scotland for next August!

16. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Star Wars!!!  And also, at RenFair I got to pet three wolfhounds.

17. What song will always remind you of this year?

I don’t think it will remind me of this year, being such a late contender, but recently I’ve really liked Disturbed’s cover of “The Sound of Silence.”  Partly as a result of listening to The Great Albums podcast I've been listening to more whole albums recently, I guess, rather than singles...

18. Compared to this time last year, you are:

Last year I said: “Beta to a wonderful pair of omega pups.”  Now: Beta to a new Alpha who was-my-omega, Hunter.  LOL

19. What do you wish you'd done more of?

Some home improvement things including lots of yard-work, and I got a little behind on revising on the book I’m writing w/ Max.  I’ll also add hiking and just being outdoors more.

20. What do you wish you'd done less of?

Can’t really think of anything… so I guess that’s good.  *wags*

The Puppy Play Book We've Been Waiting For

I’ve been a human-pup since 2005. For most of that time, pups were very few and far between in the BDSM world – as were pup groups and resources. In just the last few years (since around 2011-2012) we’ve seen an explosion in the pup population: with new pup-and-Handler groups, more moshes, puppy title contests, pups turning up in every leather bar, and more pups showing up on social media than you can shake a stick at. Some great online resources (blogs and podcasts) have cropped-up in the last couple of years, but the only resource in print was Michael Darnels’ Woof!, an adequate, if rather outdated, book… until Bark! by Justin St. Clair.


This book is extremely timely and written by the right author for the present moment. Sir Justin’s year as the International Puppy Trainer titleholder took him to a variety of groups and events in 30 states and two Canadian provinces, so he got the lay of the land. He’s a passionate educator, a great teacher (I attended one of his Pup 201 workshops and it was one of the best kink classes I’d been to in years), and writes in a casual, but very intelligent, style.

He sufficiently covers the 101-level nuts-and-bolts of puppy play, but where his book really shines is when he muses on the emerging puppy community, it’s evolution, and how it fits into (or doesn’t fit into) the larger Leather community. His work is personal and opinionated but never authoritarian; he’s always quick to say, ‘These are my observations, others will disagree, and that’s fine.’

Another real strength of his book is the chapters about puppy packs, Alpha/beta/omega roles, and pup-polyamory. I think he gives a very accurate assessment of how the pup community is organizing itself and the important ways that puppy packs are different from traditional Leather clubs or houses.

It’s breezy, enjoyable, insightful, and a great book for both old dogs like me and new pups/Handlers – or anyone in the BDSM/Leather community with a curiosity about this whole, kooky puppy play trend.

Puppy Podcast, Pride Parade, and Petting Wolfhounds!

Before I get started catching you up on my comings and goings, I have to share a link to a really good podcast on puppy play.  On this episode of Erotic Awakenings they interview International Trainer Sir Justin, and it’s a very, very good overview of puppy play and how it fits (or doesn’t fit) into the greater leather and kink communities.  They discuss why people do puppy play and how can be sexual or not...  The interview begins about halfway through the podcast, I’d recommend just skipping to it, but definitely check it out!

The weekend before last was Atlanta Pride.  This was my third or forth time marching in the parade in puppy mode.  I always really enjoy it.  There’s nothing like being in pup-mode in the Southeast’s largest Pride parade and having your picture taken by thousands of people… and stopping the parade a few times so people could run out and get their picture made with us.

First, I better back up a smidge.  Cuddles and I went to Atlanta that Friday night and met-up w/ our pack-mates Gwynn and Hunter.  We decided to stay in and be lazy – which turned out to be a good call because our Dalmatian (Hunter) got a headache and he ended-up turning in early (very unusual for him).  Later that night, Cuddles and I joined him in bed and I was a very happy wolfhound sandwich w/ my Alpha on one side and my cuddly omega on the other. 

Hunter must have got some good rest for turning in early, because Saturday started off w/ some great sex.  Woof!  I’d been in Alpha’s chastity cage for 20 days w/o relief at that point (and he’d made it worse on me by ordering me to watch X-tube videos the week before)… however, he fucked me w/ my cage on, which was frustrating but really goddamned hot!  The good thing about being fucked w/ my Alpha’s cage on is that it keeps my mind focused where it should be: on pleasing him.  While he fucked me, Alpha reminded me that sex was all about what he wanted – Yum! – and that I was to be his cock hungry slut puppy – Yes, Sir!  I got turned-on even more just by just breathing in his scent and licking sweat from his body.  He told me what a good dog I was... and then bit me really hard.  Unfortunately for me, I think Hunter figured out that he can get me to agree to just about anything he tells me while he’s got his dick in my ass, because he didn’t only decide to make me wait two more weeks before I get to cum, he actually had me begging for him to make me go the full 34 days!

It’s now Day 29, already two days past my previous record.  By the time the CAPEX Halloween party arrives this Saturday, I’m going to be out of my mind.  *whimper*

So Sunday before last it was a very horny wolfhound being led in the Pride parade on-leash by one wickedly mischievous Dalmatian.  Hunter walked Cuddles and I while Gwynn rode in the Panthers’ float, and he did a very good job.  Hunter’s still pretty new to the Alpha role, but he’s a fast learner and has the heart for it.  He took good care of me and the pug, and all three of us had fun (and he looked really hot in his UA compression shorts).

Once again Channel 11 shot video of the whole parade and uploaded it, and you can, again, catch a slight glimpse of us go by.  In Part 2 of their video: at 22 minutes the Eagle float goes by and they interview some sportsball guy.  At 24 minutes comes the bear float, and right at 24:50, as they say, “We got the Rawhide Leather coming by,” you can see me, Hunter, and Cuddles enter the screen and walk across.  You don’t get to see any of the Panther’s float, but they do interview Sir Allen.

As I say every year: If anybody has or finds some photos of us in the parade, please share w/ me.

Last weekend was some much-needed Kitten and Puppy time for just me and my Owner.  The lovely Shdwkitten took her hound on a movie date to see Crimson Peek.  It was pretty good – although I actually feel it would have been better if they took all the ghosts out.  This isn’t really much of a spoiler: but the ghosts actually don’t contribute anything to the plot and seemed like a gratuitous excuse for nifty CGI and jump-scares.

Saturday, Ma’am took her hound to the Renaissance Festival.  We enjoyed some shows and some Celtic music, drank pumpkin beer, and I bought her some cool steampunk kitten ears.  We had a great time together, and we saw Irish wolfhounds!  They had some bio-Wolfhounds at the fair!!  And I got to pet the wolfhounds!!!  And Ma’am took my picture w/ the wolfhounds!!!!  I was very excited to love on the wolfhounds!!!!  *wags wags wags*

That’s been the last couple of weeks for me.  I’m now really looking forward to this Saturday’s big CAPEX costume party.  My Sir is coming down from DC, and it will be extra wonderful to spend time w/ him as well as my Alpha, my omega, my Owner and her cool boyfriend.  And a couple of other pups will be there, so we’re hoping to mosh!  Plus, I’m excited about our costumes this year… not to mention looking forward to being allowed to cum after 34 days! I'll write all about that next week... and may also have some thoughts to share about title contests in the puppy community.  They seem to be growing.  Do we need them?

Till then, may your legs always remain as strong as your will to run.  *wags*

Weekend Updates

Time for a “What has Emrys been up to lately?” blog post.

Because it's been a while, I have to start 3 weekends ago.  Our most recent Atlanta Dominion (all-male dungeon party) was great.  I slipped into my new, metalic-green zentai suit - which got a lot of complements at the party.  After play started, I got my hood on, and my Alpha, Hunter, put our omega, Cuddles, into a straightjacket and gave me an assignment: “Take him into one of the side dungeons, and don’t come back until you have his cum all over your face.” 

After accomplishing that mission and returning to our Alpha, Hunter locked Cuddles in the dog cage and let me (with my hood messy w/ the pug’s cum) go to work on my Alpha’s bone.  He eventually unlocked my chastity cage and edged me while I blew him.  Then he set little Cuddles free, leashed me, and took his beta for a walk around the dungeon.  He said it was good for everyone to see me with cum on my latex face so all the guys know what a good little cum slut I am.  *wags*  Eventually, Alpha ended-up on a couch making out w/ another guy while I went back to work on his delicious bone.  He edged me more… and finally let me cum.  That was 15 days after my previous orgasm.  Since Hunter locked me in chastity a few months ago, I’ve been averaging one orgasm every 19 days w/ my longest stretch being 27.

I suffered from a little drop the week following that Dominion, which is partly why this blog post is being written now rather than 2 weeks ago.  Got busy at work, long hours, and the days have started getting shorter… and so much rain!

The next weekend, then, started w/ a disappointment.  NC-PAH was invited to march in the NC Pride parade, which I was very stoked about.  Unfortunately, it was pouring down rain that Saturday, so Ma’am, Poet and I decided to skip the parade.  :(

However, we made lemonade out of lemons.  We went to a dungeon in the Raleigh area Saturday evening.  I haven’t been to this venue in years.  We had a really fantastic, very hot, scene.  Poet tied Cuddles and I together, naked, face-to-face on this turntable they have, and then he attacked us from one side and Ma’am attacked us from the other while spinning us around.  I think they went through most of their toy bags on us.  I've always loved the energy that comes from group scenes: 2+ Tops and 2+ bottoms.  This one was great!  I still had marks several days later.  After that beating, I got on my pup gear and just heeled while Poet broke out his rope and suspended Ma’am.

While I went to go use the little puppy’s room before we hit the road, my family sat in the food area to wait, and they met the real, live Big Dick McDomDom.  This old guy was there going on and on, spouting the most stupid bullshit – as if he were a parody of the jackass, het, “Old Guard” wannabe Dom.  Among the stupid shit he said was:

• You should never play with a girl if she’s had even one beer because it’s not safe.
• You only should call yourself “Master” if your community has given you that title.
• There are no switches – those are just girls who are waiting for a strong enough man to dominate them.
• You should never have sex w/ your slave; the relationship should be like a boss and an employee.
• You should never fall in love w/ your slave.
• If you wear a leather vest that means you are a Sir.  If you have a leather cap then you are a Master.

I am absolutely amazed my Owner and family overheard this shit and didn’t say anything.  I’m usually the one w/ all the self-restraint, but I don’t know if I could have listened to this BS and not called him out.  But I missed it all.  As we left, they told me all about this guy… and I said, “Well, it’s just a good reminder of why I mostly hang out at CAPEX.”  (We don’t tend to have these kinds of idiots there.)

Last weekend was another rain caused disappointment.  We were going to go to Ren Fair, but it got rained out… and Hunter was going to come up for the weekend, but he didn’t want to drive through the massive downpour, and I don’t blame him.  We still had a good time: myself, Ma’am, Poet, and Cuddles and one other friend of ours.  We did most of our Halloween shopping but otherwise stayed in and watched some movies, and my lovely Owner cooked and baked for us.

Coming up this weekend: Atlanta Pride Parade… and there’s only like a 20% chance of rain in the forecast – at last!  Yay!  Until next time, then: The world is your fire hydrant; unleash your potential.

“I think I got coke and cum on my boots.” Or, “Bring me a handgun and some chocolate milk.”

My first chastity cycle in Hunter’s cock-cage was 21 days.  Cycle 2 lasted a record-breaking 27 days and climaxed at our last Atlanta Dominion party with a mind-blowing fuck and orgasm.  Woof!  Cycle 3 lasted 26 days… but ended prematurely.  I was so excited about seeing my Alpha at Southeast Black and Blue Weekend (he said he had “plans” and was looking forward to “using” me all weekend – which had me excited and nervous b/c I know hat a mischievous little fucker my Alpha is) that I shot-off from inside my cock-cage about 12 hours before I was to see Hunter.  :(

Needless to say, this puppy did not get to cum again last weekend.  However, I did have a really fantastic time at SEBB 2015. 

Friday (after I came that morning – growl) my omega (Cuddles) picked me up, and we drove down to our pack mate’s farm where we met her (Gwynn) and our Alpha (Hunter).  We set out for the Atlanta Eagle for rubber/gear night, got a few miles up the road, and Gwynn’s jeep started smoking.  Not good.  It died.  We were 3 miles from the farm, so Cuddles and I walked back to fetch his car.  Wolfhounds are built for hiking.  Pugs are not.  One of my strides is about 1.5 steps for most people, but for Cuddles to keep up he had to take two steps on his tinny waddle-enablers for every one of my long-legged wolfhound strides.  And he was wearing leather in Georgia in August, so he joined the jeep on the list of things that got overheated.  I callously abandoned him on the roadside for the coyotes (yes, they do actually have real coyotes out there) and walked on.  I got about 5 minutes from the farm when a Good Samaritan’s pickup carrying Hunter and Cuddles caught up with me.

We did make it to the Eagle (in Cuddles’ car), and had a fun time.  It was really good to see my Sir (Loki) down from DC.  I miss my Saint Bernard a lot!  And I also got to see some other fun peoples as well.  I got suited-up in latex and Hunter dropped me into rubber-pup mode.  We spent most of Friday night out back by the bootblack stands w/ me on all fours.

Saturday, was SEBB classes and socializing.  This is a really wonderful event, held at the Eagle, and caped at 100, so it’s not too big – I really like that.  Big enough to have good energy; intimate enough to not feel overwhelming.  My lovely Owner (Shdwkitten) joined us most of Saturday, which was awesome!  I ping-ponged around for a bit: Sat at Sir’s feet in a class, joined Gwynn at the bar, hung out w/ Ma’am and the bootblacks outside…  Finally, Hunter drug me into the back bar room and let his horny chastity-pup go down on him.  It was… yummy.  I’ve actually never had sex in a gay bar before.  Hunter takes a cherry.

After that, with me spacey as hell and horny as fuck, Hunter took me back up front.  I got a coke… however, in trying to sit on a table my coke was sitting on, I spilled it all on the floor and had to clean it up w/ some paper towels.  (It was, thus, later, in realizing my boots were all sticky, that I declared that they appeared to be covered w/ coke and cum.  It’s okay; that’s an Old Guard tradition.  At least it is in Atlanta.) 

We were joined by Ma’am and Sir.  I ended up surrounded by three super sexy, sadistic people I love… and (Loki started it) they all three started to bite me at the same time – hard.  I really was still a bit high from having Alpha’s wiener in my mouth, and biting is a huge turn-on for me, so it hurt so bad it was good – and my dick tried to get hard in its cage.

My Cuddly Pup rejoined us and we went out to dinner (sans Shdwkitten who had to drive back to SC).  Got back.  I got into pup mode again, this time rocking me new latex shorts (and the rubber harness I’ve indefinitely borrowed from Sir).  Here’s my sexy Alpha and I, a boy and his dog:

I had maybe an hour or so in pup mode, but Alpha was tired so we called it an early night Saturday and headed on home.

Sunday, Cuddles, Hunter and I got up early to drive, once more, into Atlanta.  We stopped at a gas station on the way in.  I filled the tank and sent Cuddles to fetch me chocolate milk.  He noticed that the sign indicated they also sold guns and ammo and asked me if I wanted any.  “Sure,” I said, “Bring me a handgun and some chocolate milk.”

We met Sir and his partner for breakfast.  They had to fly back to DC and wouldn’t be able to join us for the rest of SEBB, but it was really nice to have a little time with them that morning, just the five of us… even if the coat hook in the men’s restroom tried to kill me.

We got to the Eagle early.  The children played some pool while I helped Nitro hang some signage, and then we locked Cuddles in the cage and made him strip to his underwear, boots and collar.  He looked like a cute, little, gay, go-go boy.

We then sat in on a very good class: Sir Robert Helms (TX) teaching “Straight and Gay Leather History.”  Seriously, if you ever get a chance to see this one, don’t miss it.  He dispels a lot of myths about things like earned leather, the so-called “Master’s cap” and the fucking “Council of Elders,” he corrects a lot of revisionist history that’s going on, and he reveals the truth behind things like the hanky code and Larry Townsend’s Leatherman’s Handbook.  But he’s also really good about highlighting relevant contrasts between the het and gay leather communities.  It was well done, and clearly he’s done his homework.

After that came the puppy mosh… which quickly turned into the puppy nap time.  LOL.  It was Sunday afternoon and we were all pretty tired.  Still, it was good; I think everyone enjoyed themselves, and that is what counts.  Near the end of the mosh, Hunter started rubbing my belly… and my puppy parts!  He got me all hard and horny… then he leaned in close to my latex-hooded ear and whispered, “You’re going to be my chastity-pup from now on.”  My dick started throbbing.  “You’re going to stay a horny, little fuck-pup.”  My whole body started quivering!  Woof!  So… fucking… hot…

He edged me w/o getting me off.  Thus began cycle 4.  It’s a full 5 weeks until the next Dominion party, but Hunter says if I’m a good boy he’ll let me get off before then. (He’s planning a visit to North Carolina.)  The catch is: he’s planning on making this cycle harder on me by sending me dirty pictures and reading assignments…  Arf.  Mischievous little fucker…

In closing, I want to give a big round of a-paws to Sir Alan, Nitro, boy David, and Girl Dale for organizing such a really wonderful event.  Thank you, again, so very much.  SEBB is a highlight of my year!

Chastity... Punctuated by Puppy Sex

For several years now, the rule is I can’t cum w/o permission from Ma’am or Sir.  Usually Ma’am will make me go a week or two w/o cumming.  I think three weeks has always been my maximum.  I never had a chastity device before: this was a rule enforced by my will, and thus not always easy to keep.  A handful of times a year I will slip-up and make myself cum w/o permission.

One reason why I never used a chastity device is b/c I was always skeptical one would stay on.  I have notorious “turtle balls” which often completely disappear into me.  My packmate Hunter was convinced that one of his devices would fit me… and he was correct.

My wonderful Owner, Shdwkitten, agreed last month to allow Hunter and I to explore more of an Alpha/beta relationship, as Hunter, a switch, has been moving in an increasingly Topy direction lately.  So we began at SELF (Southeast Leather Fest) with my former omega putting me into chastity – potentially until the next Atlanta Dominion (all male dungeon party) which was 34 days away.  Prior to SELF, Kitten had already made me go two weeks w/o cumming, thus all-together adding up to potentially 48 days between orgasms – far exceeding my previous record.

First thing to know w/ a chastity device is that you have to build-up to it.  It’s not like in the erotica you read where the Master or Mistress slaps a device on their boy and leaves it there for the next 4 weeks.  Initially I could wear it for most of a day by frequently re-applying silicone lube to cut-down on pinching and chaffing, but I had to take it off every night to sleep.  Gradually as I went, however, I had to apply lube less and less frequently (although I still usually put some on in the morning around the hinge) and have no difficulty sleeping w/ it on or wearing it 24 hours: taking it off only to clean it and me and then putting it right back on.  I have a few exceptions, i.e. I’m allowed to take it off when I ride the motorcycle.

I wore the cage for a week after SELF until, at Day 21, Ma’am rewarded me for being an extra good boy by unlocking me and letting me cum.  As happens when I’ve gone 21 days w/o an orgasm, I shot over my head, on the pillow, in my hair, and on my face, and had an amazing, mind-blowing, body-convulsing orgasm.  Woof!  Thank you, Ma’am!

Then I got locked-up again until Dominion: still a personal record-breaking 27 days away.

Hunter teased me w/ the advice that, while wearing a chastity cage, it’s best to avoid boners, porn, erotica, and such.  Yeah…  After having it on for a couple of weeks, I found myself increasingly, unavoidably having sex on the brain.  I rarely ever remember my dreams, but I know I woke up a couple of times in the night from erotic dreams of some sort.  I flirted w/ beautiful rubber pups online, and I got to mosh w/ some sexy puppies at the Woodshed.

As I grew more accustomed to the cage, I also grew to hate not having it on… similar to how I hate being w/o my collar: because the cock-cage not just a device that keeps you from getting off; it’s also a kind of collar around your balls.  I started to feel like it was Hunter’s hand always around my cock, always quietly reminding me that he is my Dominant and I should submit to him.  The cock-cage says: “This belongs to someone, not you.  Beta dogs don't get to play with their bones.  Their Alphas take their bones away from them, and the bone is Alpha's to play with.  Betas only get the toys Alpha lets them have.  This isn’t your toy.”

Also, I found I really liked it b/c it takes away the mental stress of having to control myself, and that’s probably also why associate the cage with a puppy thing even though Ma’am has been controlling my orgasms for years.  With the cage, I feel controlled, I don't have to control myself, and can let go – just like I do when I pup-out.

So… even before our Dominion party, I got to see Hunter Friday night and Saturday morning (along w/ our fantastic packmate Gwynn).  I think it was pretty clear how horny I was and how frisky I wanted to be w/ Hunter.  I wanted him soooooo badly.  Not just that I wanted him to take the cage off.  I just felt very submissive to him and very aroused… I would have been just as happy for him to fuck me w/ my cage on as to take it off.

As it was, he did eventually let me get his bone in my mouth Friday night, skull fucked his beta, and came down my throat.  Yum.  *wags*

Dominion finally arrived Sunday afternoon.  I was suited-up in my latex skin despite it being hot as hell.  Hunter has to work the check-in desk for the first 2 hours, and then he can play.  I really would have been happy just to have my gear on and be in pup-mode lying at his feet behind the desk, but he insisted I wander the dungeon… which I did and watched some scenes and got my omgea’s bone in my mouth for a little while.  Finally, Hunter was off duty, and he put my hood and mitts on, leashed me, and took me for a walk around the dungeon - me happily trotting on all fours at his feet.  He pulled out a squeaky toy and played some fetch w/ me.  It was very fun even if the suit and the heat limited us to only a few minutes of fetch before I had to stop, drink water, and lay on the cool floor for a bit.

He then unlocked my cock-cage and chained me onto a spanking bench and opened-up my suit.  I’m sure there were visible heat ripple coming off my back.  He opened-up the suit enough to have access to my shoulders, back, and ass – and proceeded to spank my ass w/ his paddles.  I think it was because I was already so hot from being in rubber, but I couldn’t process the pain well at all.  I could tell he wasn’t hitting me hard, but it felt incredibly fucking stingy, and I was howling in pain.  The spanking got cut a bit short since he could tell I was having trouble taking it.  He also bit me and scratched me – and that was much more welcome sensation.  Also, while he spanked me, he also kept teasing my hole w/ a finger or the tip of the paddle – a sensation that was driving me crazy!  I was soooo hungry to be fucked.  Hard!  While I still had my latex dog hood on, Alpha inserted his bone into my mouth, and I eagerly sucked for all I was worth.  I got Alpha hard, he lubed me up, and finally fucked his beta’s needy ass.  I’m sure we were making a shit ton of noise howling and barking, and Hunter later said we attracted an audience in the dungeon, but at the moment I was just completely lost in sex.  I do remember looking to my right at one point and catching us in the mirror on the wall: Hunter fucking his dog for all he was worth, and me barking and whining for more, more, more!  He also kept biting me while he fucked me; which drives me further crazy and had me howling in pain/pleasure.

Finally, he let me cum.  He cupped his hand under my penis to catch the load, but apparently Hunter forgot what it looks like when I cum after over 20 days of chastity because his cup did quickly runnith over.  Woof!

I slumped onto the bench in complete exhaustion (and submission).  Brain fried.  Hunter got me down and took me to bench where he sat and I just melted at his feet into a loving, adoring puddle of submissive goo.  Eventually, Hunter and my omega, Cuddles, helped me get into the shower and peeled my latex skin off.  They helped me clean and dry my latex, re-hydrate, and get some food in me… before Hunter locked his cock-cage back around my bone… until Southeast Black and Blue, 27 days away.

Unless Kitten decides otherwise.  Of course, the collar (and wedding band) still trumps the cock-cage.  I am still 100% Shdwkitten’s property – and always happy to be so.  She is the best Owner and life-partner I could ever ask for, and every day she makes my world better.  (I have to spend a lot of time away from home this summer, and it SUCKS!)  I’m just so very lucky that she allows me to explore these other relationships and dynamics and shares me w/ a trusted, select few.  I Ruff you, Ma’am!

Hunter’s final order before we parted: “I want to read a blog post about how awesome I am.”  LOL.  And then one of us made a crack about him being a twue Alpha – simultaneously a jab at the leather community and a Teen Wolf reference.  I will just echo what our wolf pup, Gwynn, said:  Hunter is doing a very adequate job as Alpha.  :P