Puppy play

March 13, 2008 at 2:31 pm 10 comments

I did a lot of shopping online but none of the collars seemed to be much better than what I could find in the local pet store. And it was really instant gratification I was after, anyhow. The newest man in my life (whose name is adamantly not Bran) was coming over that evening and I wanted to surprise him.

In the pet store, I compared all the various leather collars available. I tried to guestimate the size of Bran’s neck, which is not insubstantial, although not in that gross no-neck-linebacker kind of way. The leashes happened to be right next to the register, and I chatted with the owner while I fingered and stroked the wares. Shut up, it’s just shopping.

“The dog’s not in the car, is he?” asked the owner.
“No, he’s at home,” I said, suppressing a smirk. “If it doesn’t fit, can I bring it back and exchange it?”
“Sure. You just have to fill out a form.”
“I think I can do that.”

At the last minute, I put back the leather leash and got a chain one instead. Mmm, chains. So far, I’ve been more into rope restraints than chains, but I can see why Bitchy prefers the ease and quickness of handcuffs. One of these days I’ll spring for some leather cuffs, too. Bran is too strong to be properly restrained by my current under-the-bed system. I have one of those memory-foam mattresses (the cheaper ones made in Ireland, not the Tempurexpensive ones), and one of the drawbacks is that the sides of the mattress are not very firm. Plus, he’s a struggler. Some men lay still as soon as they feel the bonds, but the thing I love about Bran is that he fights me for control. And sometimes he wins.

Later that evening, after a very civilized dinner in which we talked about stuff that did not relate to sex (I found myself getting up at one point to rub his shoulders, and the heat rose up between us again, my hand on his tight, tight upper trapezius, wandering down his chest, clad in his professional Oxford shirt with the undershirt underneath. And had to stop myself and sit down again. But I digress.), I told him I had a surprise for him.

“I went to the pet store today,” I said.

And he was very happy. He knew what that meant right away.

I got up to get my new purchases from my briefcase. I bought them on my way home from work and try to avoid using disposable shopping bags whenever possible. Plus, I get a thrill out of having an object in my professional drag that’s simultaneously innocent and naughty. As I was bending over I felt an insistent butting against the backs of my thighs. He was on all fours, butting me just like a dog eager to play.

“Oh, good boy,” I said. “Do you like your new collar?”

Dogs don’t talk, of course. He panted for me, shook his little head up and down. And I buckled it on him. I’d guestimated the size right — the shortest hole fit him perfectly. I’ve never collared anyone before, and I worried a bit about circulation, but I figured he would let me know if it was too tight, and I slipped a finger in between the leather and his neck just to check. Personally, I hate the feel of a choker necklace around my neck. I am sort of curious about the idea of being collared, though.

Oh, he was so happy to be my puppy. I’m pretty sure he was already naked at this point (don’t ask me how that happened because I don’t remember). I petted him and petted him, and wrestled with him a little bit. He growled. I pulled the chain lead out of the bag as well — we were too far into the play for me to even bother removing the tag. And I walked into the other room, sprawled on the couch, and told him to carry it to me.

GOD, there is nothing sexier than a man naked, on his knees, carrying something to me in his mouth. Something that shows my dominance over him. When he crawls across the room, naked, with it in his mouth, looking up at me all eager and soft, I know that he’s submitting willingly. And it’s his submission I crave, just as much I crave the sounds he makes when I’m causing him pain, the sounds that say yes god oh please yes more, not holy fuck ow bad.

My new puppy (I haven’t decided whether to call him Bruiser, or Buddy, or something else entirely), when he ducked his head down and took the chain lead in his mouth, it was a little bit different. It wasn’t about the anticipation of pain. It was about playfulness. And Bran knows how do the playfulness. He mentioned once that his family owned a kennel, so I think he knows dogs pretty well. Halfway across the room, he balked just a bit. I recognized the gesture from the times I’ve played with the dogs of friends and neighbors. It was hot. And authentic. And precious.

“C’mon, puppy! Don’t you want to go for walkies?” I injected that bit of enthusiasm into my voice, the one that dogs respond to so well with tail-wagging and frisking. And it worked. He came toward me. I took the lead from his mouth and hooked it to the ring on his collar. I walked him to the bedroom.

And then there was some sexing.

Later, I told him that within the BDSM community, putting a collar on a playmate can have a special significance.

“Oh yeah?” he said.

“Yes. It means that you’re my property.”

The idea of him as my property gives me a thrill. The idea that I belong to him gives me a thrill, too. It’s a paradox, since I’ve been very up-front about being polyamorous. I’m not sure how I feel about going exclusive again. It’s never worked out well in the past. But I find myself caring more and more about his feelings. I want to proceed very, very carefully with him. I could love him. My body already thinks it loves him, in the afterglow of orgasm. I can be patient, though. Age does that. It teaches patience. And experience.

I’m practicing the principle of nonattachment with him. Every lover has something to teach me. I wonder what this lesson will be?

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10 Comments Add your own

  • 1. V  |  March 13, 2008 at 3:49 pm

    I’ve been collared with a chain before but I didn’t like it. I guess I’m into the softer side of BDSM. I think the technical term for someone like me is “sensation slut.” I usually lie still when I’m tied up; for some reason I don’t feel too vulnerable, more just…safe.

  • 2. Velma  |  March 13, 2008 at 7:01 pm

    There are chain collars and such that hang low, rather than across the throat. They’re very nice. It’s been a long time since I wore a collar — my top prefers me to wear ribbons around my neck instead — but they are, to me, very delightful, both in sensation and the feeling that it’s like being a jewel in a specially chosen setting.

  • 3. axe  |  March 14, 2008 at 2:39 am

    I’ve really never understood the attraction to puppy play…until reading this post.

    Now I’ll think totally different thoughts when I walk by a pet store.

  • 4. omnivoresdilemma  |  March 14, 2008 at 2:40 am

    the feeling that it’s like being a jewel in a specially chosen setting.
    That’s a nice way to put it, Velma. I do, actually, like wearing some close-fitting necklaces, including ribbon-type things, as long as they’re flexible enough for me to remove quickly.

  • 5. omnivoresdilemma  |  March 14, 2008 at 2:41 am

    V, it’s not uncommon to feel safe when you’re tied up. I think that’s what I like about bottoming and what can be exhausting about topping: knowing that the top is in control and has to look out for the well-being of both parties.

  • 6. dr_bibliovore  |  March 14, 2008 at 3:28 am

    Very illuminating description. In recently watching a documentary on BDSM, I found the notion of having one’s partner enact a dog role rather disturbing — it seemed so degrading to me. But you do a nice job of presenting this as playful, which I hadn’t considered. Thanks for showing me a different side of this practice.

  • 7. Rogue  |  March 21, 2008 at 8:29 pm

    Aren’t pet stores useful? Myself, I enjoy the leashes usually available there, but tend to reserve the available collars for beginners. It’s just me, but I enjoy using collars made for human use (leather, steel, etc) for more experienced (and rewarded) partners. However, some kitty collars can be quite charming for normal dress on one’s female pet, wouldn’t you agree? Oh, for little jingly bells.

    Dr_Bibliovore: For some, that degradation is exactly the point. For others, such as those who enjoy “furry” play, the point would be to enjoy the role of a canine to as much safe and pleasureable completion as possible, and in this case, that would most likely include collars and leashes. Myself, I enjoy administering a collar and leash to my toy for it’s own sake and its symbolism.

    A lovely post. Has he been properly examined for mange? That might require a thorough examination, you know. Safety first.

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  • 9. Amy  |  April 10, 2008 at 8:52 pm

    How delicious. I’ve never been drawn to puppy play, either as a top or bottom, but being a voyeur into your world was yummy. Thank you.

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