old dogs and hardwood floors

I found the cord to my camera when I moved. There were pics from the summer I had forgotten all about.

X is a masochist of colossal proportion. He adores brutal, inescapable bondage and comes up with the most agonizing positions to put himself in, things I would never think of without him. Bless his twisted soul. He is incredibly fun to play with and likely the purest masochist I have encountered.

X decides he wants a puppy play session. He had complex ideas about how he could be bound in order to achieve the proper four legged effect. I have little experience with puppy play so was excited about the possibilities to do so having recently been experimenting with m~ doing puppy play through hypnosis.

X arrives with his cage and several rolls of sticky bandages. I decide I want to make him a girl puppy. A quick trip to Walgreens and we are back and ready to play. I put a blanket on the floor and told him to wrap his legs as he had told me about with ace bandages around his bent knee; 2 rolls, round and round each leg. I then turn his hands into paws with the bandages wrapping tightly his closed fist with these tacky ace bandages. ...the entire time thinking… “poor bastard, better you than me.”

I sit here laughing now recalling little of what led up to the hilarious and abrupt ending to our “puppy play” but here are a few details.
I did pin pink clasps into his hair and little pink bows over each ear.
“Your voice is gone. You are a pretty pink puppy. Bark once for yes and twice for no until I instruct you otherwise.” I clamped a leash around the collar on his neck and tugged slightly as I spoke to him as my prized girl puppy. Out of the corner of my eye… I saw the pump vac and decide I could put lovely pink spots on him with it. So I did… first his nipples and then his back, repeatedly.
“And now your name is Spot. Pink Spot.” And I laughed… he looked so silly and so happy to have amused me that I grabbed my camera and took pictures.

Now we’ve been playing for about 45 minutes and I’m ready to do dome basic obedience training with him. I bring a bowl of water and offer him a little drink, placing my foot on the back of his head. Then once his beard is dripping, I pull up on the leash and take the bowl; empty and place it under him and tell him to go pee if he can. He does not take the opportunity. So off we go… down the hallway of my apartment on the hardwood floors.
I instruct him where and how to sit and to follow my left leg like he is glued to it. He is to stop when I stop and go when I go unless I instruct otherwise. We stop and start twice I think. He is lagging behind.

I don’t remember what is said, if anything; before I knew he was in distress. He mumbled something about the hardwood floors and I am certain he can’t crawl any further. I decide to go for that blanket he was on, push him over onto it and drag him back to the playroom. But I can’t. I am laughing so hard at the old dog that I have to run for the potty lest I pee all over myself. As I sit on the toilet trying to compose myself, I hear him coming down the hall. When I return, he is back on the blanket, safe, sound and informs me that if he’s going to do anymore puppy play on hardwood floors… he wants knee pads.

I unwrapped his hands quickly and as we laughed and wound up the 24 ft of sticky bandage, I decide to redirect and do some evil, wicked CBT instead. That, he had no trouble with.

Sinners and Losers and Lazy Day Blues'ers

i woke this lovely, rainy friday. a day made for lying in bed and having the slave bring you a cup of tea then diving into a good book. nonetheless i pulled on my robe and came into the office to check the email and confirmations of the days appointments. both sessions reshceduled. one i believe, the other i dont. i worked on 2 projects, researched 2 more and made a few appts for next week.
even when not a soul walks through the door... darkness lifts its hazy veil and reigns perversion on my life through this blessed window .
checking collarme... i had the usual plethora of pleas and "can we chats" yet there were two that i feel obligated to share.

the first... a gentleman asked if i would be interested in using his balls for target practice with a bb gun. **mentioning it to 2 local masochists.. they were up for the task as well. so this will be something i'll do in the near future. an air soft gun, which i already have will do the job nicely.**

the second.... a gentleman asked if i would slice the head of his cock so it could be finger fucked... just when i think im a sick twisted freak...

i sent the niteflirt link to discuss such with them... but they have yet to call.
i dont hold my breath.