Puppy Play Day

The party had ended at 2am. Once we were done fending off creepers and shoving food down the gullet, it was closer to 4am. The time to be up for the next party: 8am. We needed to be at the Dog House by 10:30am. We barely made it in time. Once we were there, it was time to sweep, and mop, and take out the trash, and wipe down the counters, and set out the food, and set up the MATS!

We hadn’t had a puppy day since August and we were all itching to play. Luckily we’d had a recent demo/topic about puppy/pet play at a recent play party that was holding us over, but just barely. We were crossing our fingers for A-PAH to show up and rock the house like last time. We were hoping Dee would show up so Junk could fangirl over her. I was hoping for any new puppy and the old puppies that I remembered seeing from last time. I had heard that Buster probably wasn’t going to be there and Nudge had moved out of state so I was already a little down about the loss of those amazing pups. That didn’t last for long though.

The photographer was on time and hopefully he got some good shots. A-PAH showed up right on time and it hardly took any time at all to get his pups on the ground ready to play. Like last time, Mohawk was there. Unlike last time, he was super friendly and ready to play with everyone. Oh, he probably was last time too, but I was too nervous to actually play with him. At one point, he came right over to me while I was sitting on the couch and nuzzled me and until I pet him. I was doing my best not to muss up his mohawk but it was so cute I could hardly help myself.

There was another pup there this time, Rocco, that I had met before but had no idea he was a puppy. He was ridiculously adorable and kind of reminded me of my own bio-dog. So much energy. So rambunctious. This one was very good at fetch, at drop it, and at slobbering all over me. I couldn’t help myself and I couldn’t stop laughing. We ended up playing with a snake with 8 squeakies in it. I’d squeak one on either side of his head until it drove him mad. He and Mohawk played together quite a bit as well, romping around like only A-PAH puppies do. Their energy is amazing and I love to see it.

The resident pooch was out to play as well: Stryker. There was no latex suit this time, which meant I was able to pet him the entire time. Junk got down to play for a little while as well but then she got shy and scampered off to play with some of the Handlers and people who were just there to watch.

Echo, one of the few female puppies I know, got down to play for a bit. I loved getting to pet her and play fetch with her. Last time we played with a super squishy tug toy and it snapped in her face and I was very sad about it. That was part of the reason why I was so shy last time too. Luckily I knew her outside of puppy play and was able to apologize to her then as well and we didn’t have any repeat mistakes. She didn’t play for too long because her Handler wasn’t going to be there until much later.

There were two new puppies there this time who came in later, one male and one female. The female one seemed so sweet and shy and well-trained and she was an absolute joy to get to watch. The other was a very quiet pup, one that I would say was older, because while he had energy he was quite content to just doze on the ground as well. The two took turns stealing and storing toys. Sight Hound, the male pup, even started hiding toys between the couches, just like Nudge had done last time. We tried our best to keep them out of that space but a pup will go wherever they want.

We had M&Ms for treats for the pups and they made it well-known when they wanted a treat. I was able to teach quite a few ‘paw’ and was able to reward them with some delicious candies. One found his way to a Cinnabon and planned to steal it from the counter. We used that to feed him for a while until he lost interest and chased something else.

One of the sweetest moments I’ve ever seen in puppy play was when that pretty girl puppy was made to go and get a drink out of the doggy bowl. Her hair was pulled into pig tails for her ears and they kept dropping in the water. She didn’t like them to be wet and kept looking over her shoulder at her Owners with the saddest puppy dog eyes ever. Sight Hound was watching this and made his way over to her, investigating what was wrong. When he deduced what her problem was, he very gingerly took one of her ears in his mouth and held it up so she could get a drink. I think that boy stole everyone’s heart with that.

Later on she returned the favor when her Owners were feeding her pieces of pizza. Sight Hound came to investigate and try to steal some of her food and she very quickly gobbled up as much as she could — she was hungry from scampering around! — but when it came to the very last piece, she tossed it to him instead. The two of them were absolutely adorable together. I wasn’t sure they’d even met prior to this puppy party and neither spent any time out of pup play to socialize.

There is something incredibly wonderful about pups. The innocence and the joy, the love they emanate for their Owners and Handlers, the playfulness, the silliness, the carefree attitude that they put on display for us all to witness. If any of you are ever so lucky as to see a human pup and their Handler, don’t pass up the opportunity. You’ll meet pups of all types. Playful, devious, well-trained, loyal, quiet, shy, affectionate. They’re all beautiful creatures.

A New Way To Play

Yesterday j and I got together starting at lunch and I spent the night at his place. Sometimes when we’re driving back and forth like that, I think about how much I’m going to miss the hours we lose to just driving since we’re going to be living together soon. There are too many positive sides to him living with me to be too sad about it though.

Another thought I have rather frequently when we’re driving together is how I really want our relationship to be structured. I’ve always fantasized about having stricter protocols and having him more ‘slave-like’ as defined by my imagination and not anything else. The downside to that is that I miss his quirky comments and I’m afraid that I’ll somehow miss out on the friendship that he offers me that I don’t think I could live without. With my first pet, I always felt like he was friends with everyone except me, that I was just his Mistress. I don’t get that vibe from j at all, but I don’t want to go back down that road either.

Yesterday we went shopping together first of all. I like to shop with him because he loves to look at things and touch them and try to make outfits of everything, even if we walk out of the store without making a single purchase. He has a good taste for fashion and so I thoroughly enjoy being able to run my ideas past him to see if they’d look good or not. I can tell he’s enjoying himself, which helps me to enjoy myself as well, since I typically dislike shopping, especially clothes shopping, especially when I’m trying to dress myself. It’s quite the opposite when we’re dressing him up.

After that we went for a stroll through the park on our way to the lunch destination where we stuffed ourselves silly on lamb, lamb, and more lamb, with a side of veggies and pita bread. Then it was back to the apartment where I didn’t have much planned aside from just finally getting to spend time with my kitten.

In regards to what I expect of him, what he’s supposed to do right when we get home, he was right on the ball. He undressed right away. He put his cuffs on right away. He brought me his collar in his mouth and I fastened it around his neck. We didn’t talk. I turned on the television and he sat on his pillow. I just needed a weekend to chill out.

Typically when I’m going to his house, I have some sort of theme in mind: pet play, pain play, or feminization are the top three things I enjoy. I did have him paint his nails again because the pink had long worn off and though I kept saying I wanted to paint them, I’d always forget. Aside from that, I really wanted him to learn how to paint his own nails and to be good at it. I wanted him to get better at it so someday he could paint mine, so I wouldn’t have to shell out so much money to have someone else do it when I have a perfectly capable boy at home. He made them look very pink and I was very pleased.

Then I had him put on his scratchy skirt and top. Typically I don’t make him wear any kind of top, but this came with the outfit and I think it makes him look more girly. He relaxed on the floor while I continued to watch television. I’ve given him a lesson or two in how a girl should sit, but mostly he’s picked up from my general statements how I feel a girl should be (which is ridiculous because I’m not like anything I’d expect from a girl). Today’s lesson was keeping his shirt pulled down when it would ride up his chest to ensure ‘the puppies’ stayed put. Whenever it’d creep up and he didn’t realize it, I’d gasp or reach out and tweak a nipple and he’d suddenly look horrified that he’d exposed himself inappropriately and pull it right down. After a while, he made it a habit to check before crawling over to me and that made me very happy.

Sometime after that, I felt he needed a gag. Not because he was talking too much (because he wasn’t speaking at all) and not because he’d said anything terrible earlier (which has been a reason for the gag before) but because he seemed to want to use his mouth so much. With his not speaking and his crawling and the nuzzling I was getting from him, he reminded me very much of a pet, so when he started to drool from the gag in his mouth, I taught him how to ‘wash his face’ on the carpet and absolutely delighted in him rubbing his face over it eagerly to get the spit out of his beard. I’m pretty sure I giggled a bit. After an hour or so though, it was time for the gag to come out. I didn’t want his jaw to be too sore.

A game that we played this morning was that during the television show, he had to remain attentive but didn’t have to watch (not that he can anyhow; I take his glasses when he undresses so he can’t see) and during commercials he could play with himself, which kept me occupied during the breaks.

Late in the evening, when he looked like he was spacing out, I noticed he had a fork under his end table for some reason and had him fetch it to put it away. Then noticed something else out of place and had him put it away. And something else and something else and eventually he just started picking everything up. The boy even went to make the bed for me so that I wouldn’t have to wait for him to do it before I could go to bed that night.

So when it was time to sleep, he knelt at the end of the bed and I laid across it and kissed his nose and told him how happy I was with his behavior that day. He said he liked the way that I treated him, and I agreed that I enjoyed it more than just about anything else we’d done before. We also enjoyed that we could just talk at the end of the night. If I hadn’t missed him so much (hectic schedules last week kept us apart more than not) I’d have him curl up on the floor with his leash attached to the bedpost again, but as it was, he’d be in bed with me tonight, and I fell asleep with him pressed up against me.

I’m really quite pleased with myself, as well as with him. I like that I’m overcoming some previous misbeliefs I had. I’ve realized that a lot of the stress that he’s had stems from not knowing what to do because I haven’t given him enough direction. I told him that I do still want him to speak when we’re out together because I enjoy him as a companion, but I think we’ll start redefining what is a good way to speak to me and what isn’t. It’s my belief that while we can have a very strong friendship, I don’t think he should speak to me the same way he would to just any other friend of his. I want him to learn how to anticipate what I need (and want) more often, but unless I specify what I like (and when I like to have it) he can’t learn the patterns in order to anticipate it all. Best of all, I’ve learned that treating him like I’ve wanted to treat him doesn’t push him away like I was afraid it might (because it overwhelms him or some such nonsense I’ve made up) but instead brings us closer together. They’re all things I’ve known but couldn’t get over to get to, so I’m glad they’re quickly becoming a bigger, stronger part of our life together.

Focus

I had a lot of time to myself today. There was a lot of waiting around and doing nothing, so inbetween chatting with my pup on AIM via my fantastically awesometastic phone and reading through a bit more of my Gor book, which was supplied to me through j and a friend of his, also read through my phone, I was able to think about a lot of things. I usually am thinking about a lot of things, but today I was finally able to focus on a few different things that I wanted to see in my relationship. It might have had to do with the fact that I was in a very organized, high protocol setting all day long. In fact, that’s probably what inspired this particular vein of thinking. The why’s don’t matter so much though.

For a while I’d been telling j that I wanted there to be more formality, I just didn’t know how I wanted that to come about. Crow and I tossed ideas back and forth, things I’ve done in the past and liked and tried and didn’t like or things that weren’t reasonable or plausible at this stage of our relationship or just due to circumstance (such as not living together). His speech is something that I like to try to keep in check some of the time. The boy can be very snarky at times, and he’s even come across as rude unintentionally. Luckily those things don’t come out often and sounding rude hasn’t happened since the one incident in the car. He’s been very careful about that, I think. Snarky I don’t mind so much, so long as it doesn’t happen all the time. We can all be snarky. I’m more understanding of it when he’s working than anything. But I couldn’t pinpoint what about his speech I wanted altered or why.

Today I decided that I was having problems with the fact that his tone didn’t come across quite like I wanted it to. Some of that stemmed from the fact that I never hear him say ‘Miss’ or type it. Or he does, he does really, but not enough. Not enough to satisfy me. I can distincly remember him addressing me as ‘Miss’ in front of his friends at the holiday party we went to, and I rather liked that! But I want to hear it a whole lot more. So I told him that I wanted more of it. In nearly every sentence. Anywhere that it makes sense without sounding over the top. He’s really good at discerning those kinds of things and so far tonight it’s gone rather well.

Another thing that had been bothering me was the fact that I didn’t know where he was during the day. Because of his job and the hours he works, he can be at home or the office. He can work days or he can work nights. Normally he’s quite good about texting me in the day to keep in touch, but every now and again, because of the strange hours he keeps (because of work) he’ll go home, fall asleep, and I won’t hear from him for hours. This isn’t normally a big deal because I can usually guess what’s happened, but I don’t like having to guess. So I’ve implemented a new rule that states he must let me know whenever he leaves or arrives somewhere, most importantly by vehicle, but also anytime that he’d be out of touch for a few hours (so a meeting, or going to sleep, or anything of that nature). Knowing where he is, checking up on him, is something we both like. So much, in fact, that we were trying to find ways to incorporate GPS tracking into our relationship, somehow. Via phones was our clever idea, but I don’t know that we found any successful way of implementing that.

Finally, his journal seems to have taken a backseat to life. Which is typically okay because life has this way of getting in the way some of the time. However, getting to read those private thoughts is very important to me and so I’ve told him that it needs to be more important to him as well. A daily schedule would be wonderful. A daily schedule excluding most weekends is more realistic, since we spend most of our weekends together and I don’t usually let him away from me long enough to actually do a journal entry. Time with him is precious and I want to spend it using him in other ways than updating his journal.

These were what came to mind mostly, and the first things that I wanted to implement before I continued in this fashion. Something else that I’d brought up to him in general, not specifically like these three things, was implementing pet play more often. I think he needs the release, plus I like the fun of it. So we have focus, we have a direction to go in, and hopefully once these are like second nature to us, I’ll have another three or four things to focus on.