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.

Catching Up

Thursday night I meant to write about the time I got to spend with Devin. We’d talked about him coming over to my house for the first time, shattering the fantasy of never knowing where the key to his chastity device was held. He had said that he wanted to talk about things and I was sure we would get around to them. Unfortunately when we’re put together, there’s all kinds of energy floating around and we’re all kinds of smiles. I didn’t want to ruin all of that by talking about how dismal the outlook of chastity and Ownership was looking. I didn’t want to have him leave angry or upset. For the first time ever, I would be able to see what his body looked like all at once, instead of the bits and pieces he could show me while we were in public. I could see all the scars on his body that I’d been dragging my fingers through for weeks. I could touch him freely without getting that look from security guards or random people.

 

One of the first things I noticed about him when we met was that his shoulders are always tense. Always. So I helped him to relax. We got to do some talking. I didn’t just brush things under the rug. In my head, it was all going to have to come to an end soon anyhow. I didn’t want to watch him waste away, thinking that I was going to ruin his life forever. I knew I should just give it all back. I should have done it that night. But he was so sweet in my arms and so funny at dinner. Selfishly, I wanted him to make it to Monday. I wanted to take him and have him pierced. I wanted to leave an intentional mark on his body forever. I know he hates pain; I wanted him to do it for me. I wanted all of the suffering to come to an end at that point. I wanted to combine the mental suffering and the physical suffering together for me, a pinnacle of everything we accomplished, and then let him walk away from it if he wanted to. I knew he would. It might not be easy, but I knew if I offered it all back to him he’d take it. He’d be foolish not to. I just wanted to get this one thing out of it before I did it all. The night ended with laughter, a hug, a kiss, a text that he got home safe. Friday morning it was all over.

 

Weeks back he asked me if there was any way out. I told him there was one way out. He asked me what it was and I told him that I wasn’t foolish enough to hand the answer to him. If he honestly needed it, he’d figure it out. Without having ever discussed it, Friday morning’s text came in about how he couldn’t handle it anymore, he couldn’t take anymore. I told him I did so enjoy his suffering and I meant it. I meant it in the sense that I wanted him to think and learn and grow and challenge himself. I meant it in the fact that I derive pleasure from his suffering. I meant it because I knew it was coming to an end soon anyhow, whether he realized it or not. The next text came, full of protocol, begging to be released. Because of a stupid rule I’d made early on in the relationship, the beginning of the mind fuck, I had told him it was all or nothing. If he quit, if he ended things, I didn’t want to hear from him again. He asked for his release and I denied him so that it wouldn’t be completely over. I intended to turn right back around and release him myself, so that the protocol from before was null and void. Before I had time to type it out to him, he ended it all. I could hardly blame him.

 

That night I went out with Joey. We watched the game, I think. I don’t even remember because I was trying to figure out what my next move was going to be. Everything seemed so heavy, so abysmally wrong. There were feelings of guilt for what I had done and for not feeling entirely bad about what had happened. There were reasons and rationalizations and excuses and there were memories and confusion and there was no closure. I had to write him, excuse the protocol, explain that he could contact me if he wanted to. I didn’t expect that he would. I tried to lay it all out for him, to explain it all, but we got so wrapped up in misunderstandings, in failed communication, that nothing I was saying was coming out right and everything I was saying was carrying the taint of the possibility that I could have ruined his life. As I told both Joey and Blake that day, ‘Things with Devin are irrevocably ruined’.

 

Luckily for me, we both need closure. He came back so that we could talk. We decided that we could still try things out. We didn’t know where we were going or what we were going to do. For now, it was just good to have not lost him completely. The next couple of days were spent in strange territory and I knew we weren’t completely out of the woods. I tried to set up another day where we could just hang out and it seemed like things were going to go alright. It seemed like we might just be able to sit and talk and hash everything out. Hours before he was supposed to show up though, I got another dismal text, about how he could never have a lifestyle relationship with me. There was more to it than that, but at that point, when I’d read that, I was wondering why I bothered at all. I wasn’t even intending to push that at the moment (although to his credit I had made mention earlier in the week I would have had to give up Ownership at some point in exchange for pursuing an actual D/s relationship with him, so I totally knew where it came from), I was really just wanting to get things sorted so I knew how everything was going to work out. I asked if we could still be friends, the consolation prize, and he agreed to that. I figured that if he truly meant it, instead of him just being polite, he’d eventually contact me and we could go from there. Over Labor Day weekend, I heard absolutely nothing. I was going to stand my ground this time though, and did so well, and eventually it paid off.

 

Monday night he messaged to ask how I was, how I was doing. I had to admit that in regards to everything that had happened, I was over him, so to speak. I had to be. If all I could be was friends with him, all the feelings that I’d had surrounding him had to be tempered so that they wouldn’t get in the way. The feelings that I had regarding the chastity, the Ownership, whether I was in the right or in the wrong, those things I was still dealing with in a bad way. I was contemplating whether or not my selfishness could have truly ruined his life. He’d had a journal post that had made me angry and I was busy mulling over why I felt anger towards it at all. He told me that he was still a mess. The conversation wasn’t too long, but it seemed to break the ice and put us on neutral ground, which was exactly where we needed to be. Tuesday night we messaged again, this time with me leading the conversation regarding chastity devices I was looking at with another friend of mine and he asked if he could see. We talked a bit about chastity, how he still liked the idea of it, but how he didn’t think he could ever do just a simple key holding arrangement. To him, chastity was Ownership, and he wasn’t ready to be owned.

 

For the next while, I made sure that the conversations I was having with him were mostly vanilla. I wanted to ensure that he understood that I was interested in him as a person, outside of chastity, outside of kink, outside of any kind of sexual play. I was afraid I hadn’t made it clear enough before. We talked a lot about sports. We talked a lot about religion and the things he liked to study. We talked about music. We talked about how great our baseball team was doing and I was telling him how I wanted to see a game before the regular season ended. I knew he liked baseball and figured he would be trying to see one as well. Eventually we got smart and decided to go see the game together. I was optimistically hesitant. It was exactly a week ago that planned day that everything had ended the second time. Would something come up this week too, would he realize who he’d asked out? Would everything collapse as soon as I saw him?

 

The one sticking point in all of this, in all that had happened, was how the Ownership came to be. It was supposed to just be chastity. It was just supposed to be for a few days. For the longest time I was citing the fact that I had told him I wanted all or nothing and he chose all as the turning point and in a way it was, we can both agree (I think), but not in the way that we’d been referring to it originally. There were references to him feeling like I was trying to teach him a lesson about negotiations, which would have been a fantastic lesson for him to learn (and as a side effect learned despite it not being the point) but that didn’t even have anything to do with the Ownership that he’d found himself in. There were accusations that I just took anything that wasn’t clearly defined, which…I can understand why he felt that way. I thought I knew how he liked for me to communicate and I was trying to communicate on that level, in that way, which left me unable to say what I really felt, which would have solved this problem we were having ages ago. Finally I was able to articulate what had happened exactly. Ownership occurred when you bought into it. One night it was me telling him that I may never unlock the device and what could he do? I had the key around my neck. He bought into it. Another night I told him that I wanted to put him in a solid metal device, like Thumper’s, so that he couldn’t even see my cock anymore. He bought into it. The longer it went on, as the days passed, it was something more intense than before. You may never have another orgasm. You may never see that fleshy bit between your legs again. You may never have intercourse with a person ever again. Each new thing made acceptance of what he’d done and what he agreed to harder and harder for him to bear but it wasn’t until he stopped buying into it that it was over. It wasn’t until he realized that he could walk away from it all that Ownership ceased.

 

The game was fun, but awkward. Neither of us really knew in what capacity we were going out. I was just happy to look into that man’s eyes again and to see his smile. I got to buy him a beer, sit close to him, and squeal over my favorite baseball player while he rattled off stats and answered trivia and sang (poorly ;) ) to the music that was being played. We had a good time. After that we went out for dinner. After that he came back to my house. After that, he told me he had his toy bag in the trunk. Vanilla date was over. We didn’t do much, we didn’t go far. I just wanted to see all his toys and what he really looked like in that hood of his. I watched him melt when he was touched, listened to the sounds he made when he was touched. We stayed up talking until way past pumpkin thirty*. I made jokes about how he made it over on a Thursday and he was quick to retort that hopefully he could make it through a Friday without proclaiming the sky was falling.

 

 

 

He did!

 

 

 

There was something that shifted for us. Whether it was the loss of the power dynamic or finally settling how on earth we ended up as far as we did in as little time as we did, I’m not sure. I’m not ready to question. But when he asked me if I was busy on Sunday and I replied no and he asked if he could come over, I knew things were going well. When he got here and we laid out the toys and started an actual negotiation, I knew things were going well. When he was willing to try my floggers again, I knew things were going well. We didn’t actually make it that far, but we had a few hours worth of play and I think we both walked away from that pretty happy. After that, it was off to chase storms. The storms won, of course, but we ended up in a pretty and quiet place with only two other souls around us. I’ll never forget what his face looks like bathed in moonlight and the other couple will probably never forget how hard I laughed when I told him to just go behind the sign because I didn’t want to leave just because he had to use the bathroom. Honestly, what kind of boy are you if you don’t make good use of the fact that you can pee standing up?

 

Since then, he’s joined me at a social, made good on the photos he took for Puppy Aven on Puppy Play Day, and we’re making plans to attend a play party together. Hopefully somewhere between now and then we’ll have another evening just for ourselves. Meanwhile, during the days, we talk as much as we can, about as many things as we can. I’m learning about surfer music and hiding the fact that I consumed Oreos as breakfast. I’m being more direct and open about the things I think about and want. Every day there’s a smile because of him somewhere in the day. I don’t know where we’re going, I don’t know how long it will take us to get there, but I can say that I honestly enjoy the journey with him, lame jokes and all, and so I will remain cautiously optimistic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

*the time at which old men turn into pumpkins and fall asleep

Post Puppy Play

Yesterday’s puppy play event was a success! I suppose asking one of the puppies if they also thought it was a success would be in order, but after watching them all collapse on the floor in one big heap of puppy love, I’m inclined to say they felt the same way. There were three puppies there that I personally knew and so had a blast getting to play with and three puppies that I had never met before who all seemed to know one another. Typically I would think the clash of cliques would be horrible but the puppies that showed up, who I believe have been puppies longer than most of the ones I know, really drew out the playfulness in all the other puppies. They were wonderful and I’m glad that they could join us.

 

Getting to watch six puppies romp and mosh around on the floor was everything that I ever dreamed of. I don’t have a pup and I don’t know that I would have the time to properly train one right now, but I would honestly love to get to do something along those lines in the future. Right now I’m busy with what I have going and working on all of that. I need to ensure that I’m in a good position where I can give my everything to that effort before I introduce another person into my life. But I can guarantee that I would have so much fun having a puppy to play with. Even here I had a great time throwing the toys around and giving all the puppies treats. I loved watching the Handler of the three puppies that joined us interact with them. I loved seeing all the Handlers and would-be Handlers acting around the puppies as well.

 

After two weeks of ups and more downs than ups, I got to see Devin in person again. He had volunteered to photograph the event and after we had a rocky week, I wasn’t entirely certain that he was still going to show up. I think for a brief while in there he wasn’t even sure he was going to show up. With the situation that we had going, the limbo that we were in, I wasn’t even certain where we stood exactly, except in front of one another and for some reason, when I’m standing that close to that man, I can’t help but to touch him. So hug him I did and the rest of the day seemed to go well from there.

 

This was the first time I actually got to see Devin work. This was the first time that Devin got to see the friends that I’ve made and that I hang out with on game night. This was the first time that Devin saw me affectionate with a friend of mine. I was afraid that jealousy might crop up, but then we aren’t technically in a relationship, I don’t know where we’re going with it, and he’s not in chastity. That’s what I attributed the lack of jealousy to. Later he mentioned that it was really just a matter of seeing me interact with him and that it wasn’t a big deal, which was a relief to me. After he did the candid photos, he did the actual portraits for the puppy that was there in his full hood and suit, which turned out amazing. Then as everyone was coming down and relaxing, we all just sat around and chatted. At some point a violet wand came out and that was all kinds of fun as well.

 

After the event was over, it was time to head home. Devin joined me, we got to try some flogging, and we got to do some talking. Then it was dinner and a random road trip, which was supposed to be for chasing storms but the lightning didn’t really feel like coming out to play with us. At any rate, it was a good time to talk, being trapped in a car with one another, and talk we did. We talked about the situation we’d gotten ourselves into, the way that it was handled, how it ended up going where it was, where we were headed next, oh, and chastity. Finally, on the way home, we had a talk about hard limits. It went something like this:

 

Me: Imagine that you can only have 5 hard limits. This means you really have to think about what are hard limits for you and what are things that you just really don’t want to do.

Devin: o.O

Me: Now, imagine that for every year we’re together, you lose one of those hard limits.

Devin: o.O;

Me: And not just that we would try it once, but that it could regularly be incorporated into our play.

Devin: o.O;;

Me: So, now, what would you say your hard limits are?

Devin: The first hard limit is that there is no elimination of hard limits. The second hard limit is that there is no breaking of hard limits. The third hard limit is that there is no pushing of hard limits…

 

Have I mentioned that sometimes I don’t necessarily enjoy playing with someone as smart as Devin? ;)

 

Honestly, the day was amazing. The pups that I got to meet were wonderful, the company was exactly what I wanted, the energy was wonderful. The only thing that would have made the day better was if Joey had been there to play with me too, but he couldn’t make it. Hopefully next time. I hear there might be another similar event come October. I sure hope so. Maybe during that event I could get Devin down on the ground as well. What, puppy play was not a hard limit. :D

 

 

A Weekend At Home

But not without my kitten.

My husband and I were planning to do a little work around the house this weekend. This does not involve either of us actually doing the home repairs ourselves though because we’re really not that good at it. Instead, we hire a guy that my husband works with and he comes over to tackle some of the home repair projects that we’ve compiled. We’ve started with all the issues that were listed for the house when we bought it and then added our own projects along the way.

This weekend, I finally got the cold water in the bathroom fixed from the explosion that occured when we let our neighbor try to help pull out the swamp cooler. I haven’t been able to brush my teeth with cold water in about a year, so I was disgustingly happy with that.

Because he would be coming over, and because my husband was getting a television and a couch from co-workers (and wanting to hang out with his friend/co-worker) someone was going to need to be home for the repair guy to be there to fix everything up. I decided that we’d play at my house this weekend, and by ‘play’ I mean we’d pretty much just be there, but we’d be there together and that was all that mattered.

Our repair guy had his list of things to do, but he wasn’t the only one. My boy had a list of chores that my husband and I thought ought to get done over the weekend. He did a fantastic job cleaning up what needed to be cleaned up and then put together a list of things that we needed to get to help improve his job cleaning. Our mop, for example, died at the tail end of his mopping job, so it was time to get a new one. We got some new towels for the bathroom and a few other things that I wanted, such as scented candles to make it more festive around here. Christmas is just around the corner!

Our weekend actually began Friday night. The three of us went out for pizza and then my husband was playing WoW and jhusdhui and I decided to play in the bedroom for a while. Lately I’ve been fascinated with bruising him and I wanted to see my work from earlier in the week. He had some nice yellow’ish marks on the insides of his arms. I wanted to add a few more, and did, and scratched him up a bit as well. I love the way that he squirms and wiggles around when I’m hurting him.

This weekend also marked two weeks from his last orgasm, so I decided that he could have one. Friday night as we were curled up together, I was running the band of his panties over his cock and kissing around his mouth. He reacts so well to such simple touches, and such soft kisses. Kissing on his mouth doesn’t happen quite as often as anything else. I like to kiss around his face, lick over his cheek, even bite lightly. He’s said that kisses near the corner of his mouth are probably more arousing than being kissed on the mouth because it’s more where he ought to be kissed, in his mind. Or perhaps it’s other reasons now. Whatever the actual reasoning, kissing him around the corner of his mouth is what gets him most excited, so when I’m pushing him to the edge of an orgasm, that’s what I like to do.

Edging is quite a bit of fun for me too, because he’s not allowed to orgasm without explicit permission, and he never asks to orgasm. Instead, he tells me that he’s close. He tells me that he’s close with enough time for me to play for a bit longer. The information is necessary, of course, so he doesn’t cum prematurely. When he can hardly bear it anymore, he whispers soft as he can, ‘Please Miss, no more’. I like it mostly because he’s absolutely begging me to stop when we both know what he really wants is to orgasm. ‘Please? I don’t want to break the rules’ is what comes next. He’ll squirm and he pouts a little bit. Sometimes there’s a whimper that follows. ‘I want to be a good boy’ usually works its way in there as well. That’s when I stop. I watch him struggle with it for a moment, watch him roll around, feel him press up against me and then we start all over again.

Friday night though, I nearly pushed him too far. We were close — not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. We had a strong connection flowing between the two of us. I was holding him close and I’d been stroking his cock ever so lightly, teasing, and then I started kissing him. Not just around the corner of his mouth either. I had to stop stroking sooner than I wanted and heard ‘Oh no’ in just the faintest whisper. So I left his cock alone and went to just kissing him, but he was still whimpering. He wriggled and begged me to stop, to even stop kissing him, because he was afraid he was going to orgasm.

By that time, I was so aroused by the idea of him orgasming without any direct stimulation that I had to have my own orgasm. It was intense, very fulfilling, very deep even. I kept him for another day without his orgasm and not long after playing, it was time for bed.

Bedtime at my house means that my husband and I get into bed together and my boy gets on the floor next to my side of the bed. He has a pillow and a blanket and he curls himself up around the teddy bear that we got him a few weeks ago. He looks adorable, absolutely precious when he’s down there. He stays put until morning, until I’m awake, and usually then he’ll ask if he can go to the bathroom and then we start the showering cycle. One bathroom and three people is always really fun.

Saturday nights are usually family dinners, and this week jhusdhui wanted us to try Korean food. He knows that I like meat, and Korean food was literally a plate of meat. It was amazing. My husband liked it best of anything we’ve tried, I think. Dinner conversation usually revolves around WoW, which is always fun. Watching my husband and my boy talking geek is always pretty amusing to me. They both know a lot of the same game references too, so they just throw those back and forth all the time.

After my husband went to bed Saturday night, I tried to re-create Friday night with jhusdhui. I wanted to get him close to orgasm again, taunt him with very light touches and kisses. This time, I never really did take my touch away and it was with my kisses that he came.

Sundays are the days that we end up going to our own homes again. We’ve been working hard on making it less traumatic than it’s been in the past. The game plan for today was to go painting and then to pick up scrapbooking supplies for the angel we got on a tree, our holiday donation.

I gave him the option of either painting Thanksgiving plates for his friends, since that’s who he’s having Thanksgiving with this year, or painting doggy dishes for him, one for his house and one for mine. With averted eyes and the softest of voices, he asked if we could do doggy dishes for him. So that’s what we did! He did an amazing color combination of soft pink and light green. I did funfetti! White with rainbow specks in it. I couldn’t figure out how to get his name on there without it looking stupid, so I got creative and it turned out even better than I thought it would! Pictures for that will be here next week, after we pick our pottery up.

With the introduction of doggy dishes though came the question of whether or not I’d considered having him eat out of one. I had to laugh. Eating out of the dish had come to mind a long, long time ago, one of the first things I’d wanted to see from him. When we went shopping for puppy stuff at PetSmart I’d wanted to get a dish, but they just weren’t right for what I wanted. So hopefully there will be pictures of puppy play around here soon.

Having a weekend at home was really quite nice. It’s wonderful to see how well he fits in and how everyone gets along. It’s nice to know that it blends as well when he’s here for three days as it does when he’s here for three hours. I never had any doubt, but it’s just nice to be right sometimes.

Dreams

For the first year that I was getting acclimated to the lifestyle, so to speak, I was doing everything online. That kept some distance between my pet and I and gave me plenty of time to dream up everything I’d want to do to him if he lived closer to me and also what I was going to want to do with him whenever he did eventually come to visit.

A lot of what occupied the space in my mind had to do with feminization. The rest of it was taken up primarily with inflicting pain upon him. Every once in a great while I’d have some other thoughts flitter through there but those were the two that I spent the most time fantasizing about.

Now that I’m fortunate enough to have a pet that lives in the same state as me, just a couple cities over, just a forty minute drive (which is nothing where I live, really) a lot of these things are happening and coming true a lot faster than I would have imagined. Not to say that the relationship is going fast, but a lot of the really little details that had me so excited in the past are coming to fruitation right now.

Puppy play was something that I considered a requirement to be with me, so much that it was listed on my CollarMe profile. I did get to do a spot of puppy play a couple of weekends ago. It started in the aisle of PetSmart and continued at home. The first round was only twenty minutes long because I wanted him to understand the mentality of it, to get accustomed to not speaking, to simply know how I wanted things to go. The next day, we played for an entire hour. In that hour, we did some tricks. I did some training. I hand fed him. Then I ignored him. Puppies don’t get constant attention!

This weekend I decided we needed to go shopping. I hate shopping. I hate the mall. But of course, it was easier to go to the mall to get what I wanted than to hit several different stores, so that’s what we did. There, our first stop was Victoria’s Secret. There wasn’t anything that really piqued my interest, so I moved him right along and into Hot Topic. I really despise that store. However! They had rainbow thigh highs and wrist corsets. Or gloves, that tie up like corsets, however you want to describe them. In Magenta. So of course I had to buy them for him.

As I was lamenting about how there weren’t any really cute panties in Victoria’s Secrets, he leaned in and whispered just as shyly as any boy could, “Can we go back, please?” and while I wasn’t terribly surprised to hear him actually ask to go look at panties, it did bring a smile to my face and so we went. He perused through the bin of panties and eventually we selected a few pairs that would suit us both. There was some sale going on where he’d get a pink dog too, so that was a bonus.

The best part of that experience was the cashier not being sure what to make of it. Obviously the panties were for him and not me. Everyone seemed to know it. Yet she apologized for the dog coming in only pink. Most of his panties were pink. This boy sure does not have a problem with the color pink.

Speaking of pink, the one other thing I got him on that trip was a stuffed teddy bear. He chose pink. I just wanted him to stuff it himself. Talk about public humiliation. Something about watching an almost 30 year old boy spin around kissing a plush heart and telling his teddy bear that he loves her just tickles me to death. And the girls behind me sure were snickering too. But we all seemed to have fun.

Once we were settled at home again, I sent him to the bath to shave. He sure couldn’t put on pretty panties without having his skin all pretty. Then he put on a show for me, wearing his rainbow thigh highs and changing in and out of his panties when I decided which I wanted to see next. As a final touch, he learned how to paint his toenails. Kind of. It’s going to take some practice but eventually he’ll get it.

Bonus points if you can guess what color polish he picked for himself.

A Weekend To Remember

Technically they’re all weekends to remember, but this one was especially exciting to me. This weekend I got to sample a little bit of all the things I really, really like: bondage, puppy play, and feminization. Those aren’t the only things I like, obviously, but those are right up there with ice cream and dancing in the rain.

Actually, the weekend started with a bit of shopping. My husband, my boy, and I were staring at cameras, trying to decide which of them was going to be the best bang for my buck. I was trying to find one that would be easy for me to use and have all the features that I needed (essentially it needs to take its own pictures and turn out like I know what I’m doing). I figured buying it right away on Saturday morning would give me plenty of time to check out all of its features and give me a practice subject for two days! Excellent thinking, really.

After that kind of shopping was done and my husband went on his merry way, my boy and I decided to do a little shopping for the two of us. It landed us splat in the middle of PetsMart looking at collars and leashes. We had a fantastic time trying to figure out what kind of dog each of those collars was made for. We also had a fantastic time snickering about him having to pick one out for himself while another woman was in the aisle. Alright, alright, I was snickering and he was trying to hide his blushing cheeks. One collar, one leash, one squeaky toy, one tag, and three jingly bells later, we were in the car headed for home.

I kept things very brief for the first adventure into petland. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t use his hands, couldn’t walk, couldn’t do anything a pup couldn’t do. Except that he likes/knows/feels more like a cat, so the first time it was very much about a kitten. Or a very confused dog. He played fetch with his squeak toy, got some pettings, and was just generally very cute. Since it only lasted about twenty minutes, there’s not a whole lot to report about it. I wish I’d taken pictures, but I felt that was more of a private ordeal. Another day, I’m sure.

The feminization that we did wasn’t quite as elaborate. Essentially he has very feminine traits and he has some femininity in his personality. I thoroughly enjoy these things about him and so I like to accentuate them. Or at least encourage them. Something that I’d been tossing around in my head was letting him wear make-up. He could certainly never pass as a female, no matter what, but that wasn’t the point of it either. I had him put my make-up on me so I could explain to him what I’d be doing to him, and then I put it on him. He’s got really nice long lashes so the mascara was beautiful on him. The tones I use for myself also blended in perfectly with his skin so unless someone was intentionally looking for shimmer on his eyelids, they probably wouldn’t have even noticed. Then we went shopping. This weekend really was about shopping. I don’t know who I’m trying to kid.

Somewhere inbetween these two events was the activity that took place that I really want to talk about. I’ve never really had a mental hard-on for bondage, not in the way that most people do I think, because I’ve always believed that if I told someone to stay, they had better stay. They shouldn’t need to be restrained to comply. It’s not really about the struggle or the suffering when it comes to bondage, not for me anyhow. To me, it’s all about the aesthetics. That leaves what I use for bondage slightly limited.

Since I had my camera and I just so happened to have electrical tape, I figured I might as well see if I couldn’t find myself something to take a picture of. The blindfold goes on first, because it helps him get into the right frame of mind. Then it was just a single circle of tape around his wrists and around his ankles. I placed another piece of tape over his cock, taping it to his belly. I put x’s over his nipples. I put one strip of tape over his lips, but it certainly wouldn’t have kept him from talking if he really wanted to.

A few weekends prior to this one we’d played and I’d told him to hold the bars of the frame of his bed behind his head. I loved the way his fingers curled around it. I loved how he held onto it just because I said to. There was an impression made on my mind from that sight alone and try as I did to convey it in words, my words failed me. This weekend I could finally take a picture of it, show it to him, and let him see him through my eyes. It worked fantastically.

Once I was done taking my pictures, I settled myself atop him, the boy that was still nude and taped up, and turned the camera so he could see the pictures I took. He seemed to nod. He didn’t look away like I thought he might. He didn’t seem as in lust with the pictures of himself as I had been, but he got there. And we both agreed that we loved the pictures of his hands.

Aside from all the wonderful activities that went along with this weekend, we also did a lot of talking. We discussed writing a contract. He said a few things to me that really made an impact that I’ll write about after I’m back on the right sleep schedule and not so mentally exhausted.