Monday, January 8, 2007
FARM RUBBER
I was hungry, filthy dirty and out of luck as well as money....I needed a job..any job. As I walked the country lanes...it was hard to be aware of the beauty that had always appealed to me while my stomach growled and my head itched...until I came around a curve and discovered the well kept lane leading up to a small farm house and barn. The appeal was immediate It seemed strange that it was so quiet..and actually I was surprised to even find it. This was a pretty isolated area where I had just been hoping to find an abandoned place to spend the night.
Walking up to the well kept farmhouse I reached to knock on the door...when I heard sounds of activity coming from the barn. I quickly walked the short distance and standing as straight as I could loudly rapped on the barn door...
"Excuse me...is someone in here?"
"What do you want? I�m busy." a rich male voice echoed back from the gloomy interior.
"Sir, I am looking for work. I am an experienced farm hand Sir." I said.
"If you are so experienced boy...why the hell are you all the way out here? Why I haven�t had a visitor in more than a month." the older male voice came back at me.
"Well Sir...I got into a bit of trouble, with the other lads in town Sir." I said without really telling how I got into trouble. That subject I wanted to avoid as much as possible.
"Boy...you aren�t a thief are ya? I would just as soon cut ya throat than hire on a thief."
"No SIR....it wasn�t anything like that Sir...ya might just say we were playing a bit on the rough side Sir, and we ah.......got carried away."
There was dead silence in the barn, then suddenly an older, but very virile man came out to appraise me. He struck me instantly as the man I had been looking for all my life. He was tall and muscular..but not overly so...exactly as a hard working farmer should look. His skin was a deep bronze, and his hair short and graying. His deep blue eyes bore into me searching me out. There wasn�t much resistance on my part as I was staring back quite blatantly for this man was covered in rubber! Black rubber bib overalls, a black rubber coat that hung open, long rubber gloves and high rubber boots. He was covered in shit as he had been mucking out the pens......
"Well boy...I must say you are a sad sight to behold...how long you been on the road?"
"Well Sir, two weeks, and I am as hungry as I am dirty Sir."
"Come in here boy...and lets see what we can do about that."
He led me into the barn which I found to be the most immaculate barn I had ever been in...this man knew his business and wasted no time.
"Get over here boy so I can get a better look at you!"
"Yes Sir", I answered automatically....
"Here boy...grab that hose and clean this muck off of me. There is a brush over there, use that too."
I grabbed the large soft brush and the hose and began working all of the manure off of this god of a man...carefully removing every bit and washing it down the trough that ran through the middle of the barn. Just touching this man had me hard instantly. The fact that I detected a few moans of pleasure as I scrubbed the muck from his crotch did not escape my attention either.
"That's good enough boy..now give me the hose."
He took the hose and turned it on me, throwing a bar of soap from a shelf my way.
"Take those filthy clothes off boy..and get yourself clean." he ordered.
"Off sir??? Here? Now? " I said, not quit believing what I heard.
"Yes, NOW boy...if you want to stay here..I will not tolerate a slob. That hair of yours has to go to boy...it is a tangled mess. Come here let me take care of that for you."
I was held hostage by the power in his voice and the command he already held over me. "Yes Sir."
I stripped my cloths off and tossed them to the side... my hard on now very evident.
"Hmmmmm in trouble with the boys was it?" He asked as he stared at my apparent erection..... "You aren�t being too specific there boy...."
"No Sir, I am not and would like to keep it that way for now Sir!" I boldly shot back.
"Well, Well, boy you do have some spirit in ya, That I like!" "Now come here and let me get rid of that mop."
"Yes, Sir," I said as I came over to his side. The smell of his rubber, mixed with farm smells and sweat was intoxicating! He grabbed the sheep shears and held me in one arm, just like he would a lamb, and took off all the hair on my head, leaving a nice short stubble. My dick was responding and he was noticing. The next thing I knew his arm tightened around me and the clippers were finding their way down to my crotch. Before I could even react, a few quick swipes and my crotch hair was gone.
"Much better boy, you don�t need hair down there to attract critters either...I believe in a clean body." he said with a wicked smile.
"Now, get yourself cleaned up boy." He said as he turned the hose on me.
After scrubbing and rinsing, I finally felt clean and seemed to met the mans approval. He tossed me a pair of rubber overhauls that were hanging on a hook, as well as a pair of boots to put on. The overhauls were a bit small, and the boots a bit big, but they at least covered me, and at the same time revealed the outline of my hard dick, now covered in rubber.
He smiled and stared me straight in the face. "What is your name boy?"
"They called me Black Jack...Sir."
"I ain�t even gonna ask why boy.....I imagine that will come out later....you can call me John....when you aren�t calling me Sir that is..... I think you may work out here Black Jack....yup...work out real well. Come with me boy and I�ll fix you something to eat."
I followed John, Master John, already in my head, into his house where he sat me down and began to feed me my first real mean in weeks.
Continue to chapters 2, 3, 4 and 5.
MY COLLEGE TA
I'm a junior in college and am studying to be a history major.
Like most schools I have a very large lecture class with hundreds of students. That is a lot for one professor to have to teach; so many times they will be appointed a TA (teacher's assistant). Who tends to be a student who is a senior and has already taken the class and done very well or even a graduate student going to school for their masters.
Well in this particular American History class I happened to have the most amazing TA named Kyle. He was about 6 feet even and dressed like he belonged on a sailboat in cape cod. He had that very clean and preppy look to him with shaggy blonde hair and that baby face look. He clearly was into sports, because he had the most amazing build I've seen outside of a gym. His feet were probably a size 11 and he always wore khaki's with black or white ankle socks with a pair of boat shoes. Anyways every day when I walk in, I always got an ear-to-ear smile from him. I couldn't tell if he was just being nice, but since hundreds of kids enter and exit the room everyday I figured he doesn't even notice me more than anyone else.
Then one day I was walking in with a friend and she commented to me that he always seemed to go out of his way to smile at me. After that I noticed he did tend to ignore other students and always wave at me. Again I didn't think too much on it until one day when I needed a little extra help preparing for the final exam.
After the grueling hour and a 20-minute class was over our professor reminded us that our exam would be on Monday! I had to pass this if I wanted my GPA to be high enough to study abroad in London next year. After class I stayed behind to talk to my professor and asked if he had any time that afternoon to give me some extra attention. He said he was going to be in and out of meetings all day. I thought to myself "great I'm going to fail this class..." until he called over Kyle the TA. He explained the situation to him about me wanting to study abroad and needing extra help before the exam. Kyle agreed to tutor me that afternoon almost with a grin on his face. My professor also said we could use his office since, Kyle had to grade papers for a few hours there anyways. I told him I need some lunch and then would meet him in his office.
Kyle smiled and said, "see you in a little while then." I thanked them both and went on my way to lunch.
About half an hour later I showed up to his office to see Kyle sitting there typing away on his laptop. He greeted me and told me to close the door. I of course being strongly attracted to him had all kinds of fantasies in my head as soon as he said this.
Kyle told me to pull out my books, take a seat and explain where I was having trouble. For about 15 minutes of him explaining history to me, I was getting aggravated and began to complain to him saying "I don't think I'll ever understand this part of history."
Kyle responded by saying "I'll tell you what I grade all the papers, so maybe if we can work something out I can make a few exceptions on yours."
"That would be awesome Kyle!" I quickly blurted out."
"What did you have in mind?" I said to him.
"Well I just bought a new pair of Doc Martens and they aren’t broken in yet, so my feet are real sore."
I was hoping this was going where I thought it was.
I simply answered him by saying "o and how does this affect my grade?" "If you do me a few favors, in return I will personally correct your exam and make sure you pass."
I put a huge smile on and said "anything you want, as long as a I pass"
"That’s what I wanted to hear, your going to be my little foot slave for the next 15 minutes and anytime this weekend if I need it, until you take that exam."
What could I say other than "anything you want, I will do Kyle" he snapped back with "call me sir, I'm better than you and your my foot slave so only address me as sir."
"Yes, sir" I said back.
"Now get over here by my desk and pull these damn things off my feet!"
I quickly got out of my seat and walked over to his desk, sat on the floor and began to untie his laces. "Use your teeth to do that!" he demanded. I did as I was told and as I did, my nose brushed up against his black Nike ankle socks and I got the biggest whiff of leather and I had an instant hard on! I removed both shoes and placed them under the desk. I had never seen such beautiful feet. They had to be a least size 11's and his foot was so sweaty that his sock was pressed tightly against his smooth feet "now give my feet a long and hard foot massage" he ordered. I began to rub my thumbs up and down his foot as I continuously got a whiff of his leathery must.
Suddenly he took his other foot and shoved it against my face saying "smell my feet and tell me what you think while you keep massaging the other one!" I could feel his damp toes
Against my nose and told him "It smells amazing"
"Your damn right is does!" he said. After a few minutes of him rubbing his socked foot on my face and m massaging the other one, he said to me "I wasn't worthy to continue unless I showed how much I cared for his feet."
I sat there with my huge hard on wondering what was going to be next. "Kiss my feet you
Little foot fag!" he scornfully said to me. "Yes, sir"
I began to kiss his socked feet when he pulled it back and yelled "I said kiss my feet, not my socks! Man, how did ever even get into college! Now peel my socks off and kiss my feet!" he ordered. I grabbed the top of his sock and began to peel it off when he gave me another order. "Use your teeth damn it, how many times do I have to tell you!"
I bit the top of his sock and peeled it off, and placed the moist black sock on my lap, and did the same with the other foot. "Now kiss my toes to show me you really want this A!!!"
I began to kiss his feet all over and we both began moaning. I was ready to freaking blow a load at this point and I could tell by his immense boner he was too. After a few minutes he said "that’s enough, now I want you to lick my entire foot from toe to sole!!!"
I did as I was told and slowly moved my tongue through all his toes, taking my time to suck on each one just a little bit. I moved down his high arch and licked his entire foot as I massaged the parts I was holding in my hand. "Good job boy, now take your pants off, we both have some tension built up."
I removed my pants as he did with his own. "Now lay down on the ground and put my sock over your rock hard dick" I again did as I was told and he sat down right next to me with nothing on but his tight shirt. He put the other sock over his dick and he ordered me to jerk him off!!!
I couldn't believe what was happening. Halfway through he started to massage my hard on and I immediately blew a load almost at the same time as him. " One more thing before you can get that A, give me your socks to wear home and you put on these ones with our jizz all over them." I took my shoes and socks off as I was ordered.
We exchanged socks and got dressed.
I asked him if I was done, "no way, I need a foot rest while I correct the rest of these papers. Your gonna lay under my desk and I'm going to rest my feet on your chest and face." I lay under his desk and he rested his socked feet right on top of my face. I tried to make conversation but he just shoved his toes in my mouth and snapped "keep quiet while I work or your going to fail!" he took his toes our of my mouth and rested his feet once again over my nose. After a few minutes he ordered "give me one last foot rub before you leave" I took his foot in my hand and massaged
Them one last time. "Now get out of here I'm going to be late for an interview" he said
As I was leaving I thanked him, since he said he would personally correct my exam. He simply looked up at me and said "Your not done, we have all weekend ahead of us before Monday, you'll be getting a call tonight"
I smiled and walked out needing to smoke a butt after that intense tutoring session.
Like most schools I have a very large lecture class with hundreds of students. That is a lot for one professor to have to teach; so many times they will be appointed a TA (teacher's assistant). Who tends to be a student who is a senior and has already taken the class and done very well or even a graduate student going to school for their masters.
Well in this particular American History class I happened to have the most amazing TA named Kyle. He was about 6 feet even and dressed like he belonged on a sailboat in cape cod. He had that very clean and preppy look to him with shaggy blonde hair and that baby face look. He clearly was into sports, because he had the most amazing build I've seen outside of a gym. His feet were probably a size 11 and he always wore khaki's with black or white ankle socks with a pair of boat shoes. Anyways every day when I walk in, I always got an ear-to-ear smile from him. I couldn't tell if he was just being nice, but since hundreds of kids enter and exit the room everyday I figured he doesn't even notice me more than anyone else.
Then one day I was walking in with a friend and she commented to me that he always seemed to go out of his way to smile at me. After that I noticed he did tend to ignore other students and always wave at me. Again I didn't think too much on it until one day when I needed a little extra help preparing for the final exam.
After the grueling hour and a 20-minute class was over our professor reminded us that our exam would be on Monday! I had to pass this if I wanted my GPA to be high enough to study abroad in London next year. After class I stayed behind to talk to my professor and asked if he had any time that afternoon to give me some extra attention. He said he was going to be in and out of meetings all day. I thought to myself "great I'm going to fail this class..." until he called over Kyle the TA. He explained the situation to him about me wanting to study abroad and needing extra help before the exam. Kyle agreed to tutor me that afternoon almost with a grin on his face. My professor also said we could use his office since, Kyle had to grade papers for a few hours there anyways. I told him I need some lunch and then would meet him in his office.
Kyle smiled and said, "see you in a little while then." I thanked them both and went on my way to lunch.
About half an hour later I showed up to his office to see Kyle sitting there typing away on his laptop. He greeted me and told me to close the door. I of course being strongly attracted to him had all kinds of fantasies in my head as soon as he said this.
Kyle told me to pull out my books, take a seat and explain where I was having trouble. For about 15 minutes of him explaining history to me, I was getting aggravated and began to complain to him saying "I don't think I'll ever understand this part of history."
Kyle responded by saying "I'll tell you what I grade all the papers, so maybe if we can work something out I can make a few exceptions on yours."
"That would be awesome Kyle!" I quickly blurted out."
"What did you have in mind?" I said to him.
"Well I just bought a new pair of Doc Martens and they aren’t broken in yet, so my feet are real sore."
I was hoping this was going where I thought it was.
I simply answered him by saying "o and how does this affect my grade?" "If you do me a few favors, in return I will personally correct your exam and make sure you pass."
I put a huge smile on and said "anything you want, as long as a I pass"
"That’s what I wanted to hear, your going to be my little foot slave for the next 15 minutes and anytime this weekend if I need it, until you take that exam."
What could I say other than "anything you want, I will do Kyle" he snapped back with "call me sir, I'm better than you and your my foot slave so only address me as sir."
"Yes, sir" I said back.
"Now get over here by my desk and pull these damn things off my feet!"
I quickly got out of my seat and walked over to his desk, sat on the floor and began to untie his laces. "Use your teeth to do that!" he demanded. I did as I was told and as I did, my nose brushed up against his black Nike ankle socks and I got the biggest whiff of leather and I had an instant hard on! I removed both shoes and placed them under the desk. I had never seen such beautiful feet. They had to be a least size 11's and his foot was so sweaty that his sock was pressed tightly against his smooth feet "now give my feet a long and hard foot massage" he ordered. I began to rub my thumbs up and down his foot as I continuously got a whiff of his leathery must.
Suddenly he took his other foot and shoved it against my face saying "smell my feet and tell me what you think while you keep massaging the other one!" I could feel his damp toes
Against my nose and told him "It smells amazing"
"Your damn right is does!" he said. After a few minutes of him rubbing his socked foot on my face and m massaging the other one, he said to me "I wasn't worthy to continue unless I showed how much I cared for his feet."
I sat there with my huge hard on wondering what was going to be next. "Kiss my feet you
Little foot fag!" he scornfully said to me. "Yes, sir"
I began to kiss his socked feet when he pulled it back and yelled "I said kiss my feet, not my socks! Man, how did ever even get into college! Now peel my socks off and kiss my feet!" he ordered. I grabbed the top of his sock and began to peel it off when he gave me another order. "Use your teeth damn it, how many times do I have to tell you!"
I bit the top of his sock and peeled it off, and placed the moist black sock on my lap, and did the same with the other foot. "Now kiss my toes to show me you really want this A!!!"
I began to kiss his feet all over and we both began moaning. I was ready to freaking blow a load at this point and I could tell by his immense boner he was too. After a few minutes he said "that’s enough, now I want you to lick my entire foot from toe to sole!!!"
I did as I was told and slowly moved my tongue through all his toes, taking my time to suck on each one just a little bit. I moved down his high arch and licked his entire foot as I massaged the parts I was holding in my hand. "Good job boy, now take your pants off, we both have some tension built up."
I removed my pants as he did with his own. "Now lay down on the ground and put my sock over your rock hard dick" I again did as I was told and he sat down right next to me with nothing on but his tight shirt. He put the other sock over his dick and he ordered me to jerk him off!!!
I couldn't believe what was happening. Halfway through he started to massage my hard on and I immediately blew a load almost at the same time as him. " One more thing before you can get that A, give me your socks to wear home and you put on these ones with our jizz all over them." I took my shoes and socks off as I was ordered.
We exchanged socks and got dressed.
I asked him if I was done, "no way, I need a foot rest while I correct the rest of these papers. Your gonna lay under my desk and I'm going to rest my feet on your chest and face." I lay under his desk and he rested his socked feet right on top of my face. I tried to make conversation but he just shoved his toes in my mouth and snapped "keep quiet while I work or your going to fail!" he took his toes our of my mouth and rested his feet once again over my nose. After a few minutes he ordered "give me one last foot rub before you leave" I took his foot in my hand and massaged
Them one last time. "Now get out of here I'm going to be late for an interview" he said
As I was leaving I thanked him, since he said he would personally correct my exam. He simply looked up at me and said "Your not done, we have all weekend ahead of us before Monday, you'll be getting a call tonight"
I smiled and walked out needing to smoke a butt after that intense tutoring session.
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Tuesday, January 2, 2007
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THE STRAIGHT BROTHER
I have always looked up to my older brother. He is twenty-six and I am twenty-four. He’s the perfect example of a "real man." He was always a lady killer in school. Everywhere we went he had the girls chasing him.
He is about 5-9" and weights 155 (pure muscle) He has dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He and I look a lot alike except I only weigh about 130.
He and I were not really close growing up. He had his life and I had mine. When he graduated high school, he immediately went into the army. He stayed there for three years. When he got out he moved back to our hometown. It was good to see him again. I didn't know how much I actually cared for him until I saw him again.
During the time he was gone, I came out to my family. I was really worried about what he would say about it, but surprisingly, he said very little. One night I went over to his house to watch wresting with him. The show didn’t go off until about eleven that night and he told me that if I wanted to, I could stay there, since he had an extra bedroom. I said that sounded good, I ‘d had a long day and didn't feel like driving home anyway.
He went to take a shower while I watched a little more TV. Then right as I was about to turn the TV off and go to bed, he came out of the bathroom in just a towel. I thought that was a little strange, since I knew that he had taken clothes in there with him, but I gave it little thought. I did notice however the bulge that was sticking out from the towel. Don't get me wrong, I had never had any complaints about my dick size, but it was obvious even covered by the towel that he had me beat in thickness. I turned by head away and started watching TV hoping he didn't notice me staring.
Before I got myself into trouble, I excused myself to the guest bedroom.
Lying in bed in my underwear, I could hear him still roaming around his house. I wondered what he was still doing up. I snuck a peek through a small crack in the door to see what he was doing. I couldn't see very much. But I could tell that he was totally naked! I could not believe this--I was trying to watch my own brother!
I jumped back into bed and tried to sleep, but rest eluded me.
Suddenly, the door opened and in walked my muscle bound big dick brother walking in still naked! The light was off so I still didn't get to see the most important thing on my mind at the time. To my complete shock (and I still get shocked thinking about it) he got into bed with me!!!
I had no idea what to do, but I figured since he put himself in this situation that he would know what to do, what he wanted.
Wordlessly, he grabbed my hand and put it under the blanket on his raging hard-on. I almost fucking fainted! I knew it was huge, but damn. It was easily the thickest dick I had ever felt (the lights were out so I still couldn't see it)
After playing with my brother's fat cock for about five minutes, I slowly guided my head underneath the covers. Finding no resistance, I wrapped my lips around this my brother’s huge dick. It was awesome! I knew that I should not be doing this since he was my brother, but it felt too good to stop. Surprisingly, I was able to take most of it in my mouth. I sucked his dick for about ten minutes, taking brief breaks only long enough to lick his hairy nuts occasionally.
He started getting really tense and got on his knees, I figured he was about to cum, so I expertly positioned my mouth where I could catch every drop.
But that's not what he wanted.
To my shock (and horror) he gently turned me over; face down, ass up!
I knew what was coming. I also knew that I didn't want to stop it, despite the fact that I’d never been fucked by someone with a dick that thick.
What can I say, the boy had natural talent. Using a small bit of lubrication (which curiously was already in the guest bedroom) he slipped in rather effortlessly into my tight ass. I don't even remember it hurting at all. My brother's monstrous cock gliding in and out of my ass, I suddenly understood why he always had girls chasing him.
That boy could fuck!
After about thirty minutes, I felt him get tense again and push his body roughly into mine then the dick that had given me so much pleasure--delivered it's final gift. He must have shot about four loads into me. With each eruption, he held me tighter and tighter until everything in him had drained.
I just lay there stunned and overwhelmed by the events that had just happened. Not sure what to say, I just lay there. I figured he would explain what came over him and try to rationalize it somehow. He didn't. He lay there for a minute, then got up and left.
Monday, January 1, 2007
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
MY INSTRUCTIONS WERE VERY EXPLICIT - PART 4
I was still clad as a rubber doggie and having had my first training session, was now locked in the large cage with the alpha slave dog. He was already exerted his dominance having mounted me and was now fucking my arse after Master Simon had removed my tail. It wasn't long before I was satisfied that this cock had fucked me in the SM club where I had been collected from, and as I had fallen for the guy earlier in the day, I was relaxed and thoroughly enjoying his attentions. Master Simon must have given alpha dog the remote control for my electro box attached to the tight rubber sheath containing my cock and balls, as they were now being very pleasantly stimulated.
He had forced me into the corner of the cage, had unzipped me to expose my pierced tits and was expertly manipulating them bringing me to an absolute frenzy of sexual desire. My doggie restraints continued to leave me totally exposed to what ever the alpha dog wanted to do with me, and how glad I was that they did. He had amazing stamina, as well as a fantastic touch but as he shot his load in my asshole I was yet again frustrated by my bondage and left to dream of relief another time. He rolled me over until I was laying on my side with him cuddled around me. I so wanted to cuddle him properly and was really regretting not being unable too. His continued caressing almost made up for my frustration, especially as he had left his semi hard cock inside me. He whispered in my ear, 'thanks you sexy thing', 'woof' I replied.
We lay there quietly for a while just enjoying the contact between our rubber clad bodies, and in time I felt his cock starting to harden again still in my asshole. He very gently and slowly started to fuck me again which was just so soothing. 'you need to we rest now' but he didn't pulled out, just kept slowly pumped his cock back and forth. 'Ok, what ever you say' I said, wondering how I was going to settle with his cock sliding up and down in my arse, but I eventually must have dosed off as I hadn't had much sleep since arriving in this dungeon.
Some while later I was awoken by alpha moving then his cock slid out of my asshole and his welcome embrace was no longer. I struggled onto all fours in time to see the cage open and alpha crawling out. Master Simon was there and beckoned me to him, and I made my way over to him. 'Don't keep me waiting' he said as he grabbed my lead and yanked me out of the cage and across the dungeon floor. I was taken over to a leather wrapped wooden stool, helped onto it and strapped down. Straps were applied to my arms, legs and over my back, then he attached something to the top of my head and yanked it uncomfortably backwards. 'You clearly need to learn that when master wants you to do something you do it immediately'. I reflected for a moment then felt a sting across my buttock as he struck me with a paddle. 'Don't I get a response then boy?' he said followed by another smack of the paddle. 'woof' I yelped, but he kept striking me so all I could think to do was to keep barking, loader and loader after each strike. After 5 strikes on each cheek he stopped with the comment 'that's better boy'.
My ass was burning after such a hard beating for what was nothing really, and although it always made me horny being whipped while in bondage, I was going to have to totally concentrate on pleasing him unless I wanted more treatment like this. Moments later I sensed the relaxing smell of poppers and a finger working some lube into my asshole. Next the tail was being expertly worked back in but I soon realized that this was bigger than the one I had worn earlier, but relaxed to try to accept the monster. I was given another shot of poppers which made all the difference as the neck of the plug arrived and my hole closed to capture this solid intruder. I had a sensation of this huge plug overfilling me and my internal muscles and organs being forced aside to allow it to stay.
'It's a bit too big master' I complained only to receive another three strikes on each cheek from the paddle. 'I have told you boy, Dogs cant talk and you obviously haven't learned that yet'. 'woof, woof' I barked loudly trying to indicate the discomfort only to hear the reply 'Your limits will be expanded to suit my needs, and all I will promise is that it will be slow and painful experience'. This gave me a sense of fear and feeling of total vulnerability came over me as I pulled against my restraints. I received another three strikes to each cheek then was given a long heavy dose of poppers that took away the discomfort in my asshole and replaced it with feeling of being full. Although I knew this feeling would decline and my asshole would soon ache from this recent introduction to my body, I was now drifting in my own world of rubberized bondage. As I came down from this high, he continued 'you have given yourself to me now, and I will do to you what ever amuses me. You relinquished your rights when you signed your contract a week ago and when you came along to the club you sealed your fate. do you recall such an agreement?' I responded quietly 'woof' remembering almost word for word the condition referred too.
Some weeks before we met, Master had sent me a contract to sign. It had clauses about do's and don'ts for both parties as well as the usual contractual stuff but there were two important things he was now referring too. First, although I had signed the contract, it would not be binding unless I turned up at the club. The second was that I had edited the contract to remove my options to stop or break off when I was uncomfortable with how things were going, but worse had added the clause that allowed the master to do exactly what he was doing now. He had asked in several emails if I wanted to change my mind and had offered me several options giving different levels and methods of agreement or refusal in my treatment and use. I had continually decline such offers and wanted to give myself totally in his control and to his mercy.
'Now lets deal with this complaining boy' as the mouth of my doggie hood was unzipped and I was told to stick my tong out. I swiftly complied and noticed a string being tied through the piercing and my tong being pulled out even further. 'Open wide boy' was my instruction as something was slid over my tong and into my mouth. This gag not only filled my mouth but restrained my tong within it. 'Now close your mouth' were my instructions as my jaw was strapped almost shut around a tube running through the gag. The string attached to my tong piercing was tied to my septum piercing meaning a painful experience if I tried pulling my tong back. 'Now lets hear you bark now boy' he said. I had several attempts but with my tong no use anymore to form sound I tried to make a sound some other way. The beating started again and I tried harder and harder to bark, until after about a dozen strikes I achieved my goal which made the beating stop again.
For the first time in my SM life I realized I had actually been trained rather than just tied up and made to endure a masters wishes. I was learning a new skill, barking while gagged. That was not the only in one thing, I realized I was doing this to please him and not for my own fun. The uncomfortably large tail/plug was no longer a problem, and I mentally slipped into a feeling of obedience and humility towards this guy. Best of all though was that Master Simon was pleased with me which he demonstrated by stroking my rubber clad form. It felt so amazing I continued to bark and as I gradually got better and better until I started feeling horny again. Master Simon now turned his attention to my arse again and the plug/tail was connected along with the electrodes on my cock and balls to the small remote electro box again placed under my rubber skin on my back. Some new restraints were attached to my ankles and around my thighs, then one at a time my ankles were lifted up and connected to my thighs so I would be forced to walk only on my knee pads. Back to my head and some dark lenses were now attached over the eye openings all but taking away most of the limited vision I had through my inner hood pepper pot eyes.
'Nearly done' he said as the straps holding me down to the stool were released, a tug on the lead and I slid off and realized how much more difficult it was to walk with these new restraints. Now it was 'walkies' training time and I soon appreciated how poorly adapted the human form had become to moving on all fours. I walked beside master (or at least tried too), getting a sharp shock in my ass, cock and balls when I started falling behind the pace. Randomly, master would stop, order 'heel' and yank my collar back stopping me. I soon learned that I must sit in an attentive pose against his left leg looking up at him. He used a baton to correct my posture almost continually, but over an hour or so, I learned to 'walk' and 'heel' on his command. I was now panting vigorously through the gag with all the effort, clearly something the master liked to hear and it felt so great to please him and have a 'well done boy' and a pat on the head. I was trying harder at this than anything else I could remember, and all just to please my master. I was a strangely horny feeling!
Although the dungeon was fairly cool, my effort was causing me to sweat inside my rubber cocoon, but as that made the suit slip over my skin sensually making me feel even hornier so tried even harder. The next bit of my training was to be 'stay' and 'come'. This, I thought, would be easy compared with 'walk' and 'heel', but the effort was in keeping my posture right when 'staying' and 'coming' quickly enough for Masters liking was just as challenging. Eventually I attained a satisfactory standard and was rewarded with my master kneeling down to my level and beckoning me over to him. 'woof, woof, woof' was my reaction and I playfully jumped towards him to be greeted with a big hug and lots of fuss. 'good boy, now lets feed you, as we have another treat for you later' he said. I hoped that in my new role as masters faithful doggie, I was to be paraded in front of the others to show the skills I had learned.
I was taken over to the dog bowls, my ankles were released and allowed to drop down to the floor, then my forelegs (as I didn't consider them arms anymore) and hind legs were fixed to the rings in the floor as before, presumably as my master thought I might knock the bowls over by mistake. I was expecting my doggie hood and gag to be removed to I could eat and drink as before, but master said 'I am fairly pleased with your progress, but you will keep the gag in for now because you need to practice eating and drinking with it'. With that my head was pushed down so the end of my gag tube was in the bowl and I heard 'now drink up the milk shake boy'. I had to suck hard to get the thick milky mush into the back of my mouth then swallowed. It had no real taste and was of a unspecified texture, so I carried on. 'good boy, this shake will give you enough energy to keep you going at our little dog show tonight'.
I couldn't see alpha, but presumed that either he had eaten or was out of my vision, still impaired by the dark lenses. I finished the bowl of mush in a few minutes and moved over to the water bowl to wash it down. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was, and soon that bowl was empty too. I was starting to get used to using the gag straw and pressed it around both bowls to make sure I had eaten or drunk everything on offer, and soon realized I had. I looked around and couldn't see anyone so barked. Just one 'woof', and listened. I heard nothing so this time barked more than once, 'woof, woof, woof, wo..' as my electro discipline was used, but to such an extent that I almost double up with the agony in my asshole, cock and balls. Without the floor restraints I would have fallen over, but as the intensity subsided I regained my self control, and realized I should keep quiet.
No once came, and I wondered what I should do. I tried to look around the dungeon but the lighting had been dimmed with my vision was so impaired by the hood arrangement that I couldn't see much. I pulled on my restraints but realized that I was going nowhere and soon decided that I should just get as comfortable as I could and wait. That position was the sit pose, and although not that relaxing was better than being on all fours, so though I could well spend my time practicing my 'sit', 'heel' and 'stay' posture. The size of the plug in my asshole started to become the only thing on my mind again, and I wiggled to see if I could expel the monster. No chance was my conclusion, so I tried to relax and think of something else.
Eventually, and after ages failing to ignore the plug in my asshole, master came for me. He unclipped my paws and with the command 'walk', lead me through a door, along a corridor which lead into a fairly well lit garage in which I saw a black van. The back doors were open and I was lead around to the back and encouraged to get in. There was a cage fixed to the side behind the drivers seat, I was turned around, pushed in backwards then the door shut and was padlocked. 'we have a long drive boy, so get comfortable and have a sleep' he said. The cage was quite small, but it had some blankets on the floor so I snuggled into them and tried to get comfortable. I looked around but could not see alpha, then heard the doors open and close, the engine start and we were off.
He had forced me into the corner of the cage, had unzipped me to expose my pierced tits and was expertly manipulating them bringing me to an absolute frenzy of sexual desire. My doggie restraints continued to leave me totally exposed to what ever the alpha dog wanted to do with me, and how glad I was that they did. He had amazing stamina, as well as a fantastic touch but as he shot his load in my asshole I was yet again frustrated by my bondage and left to dream of relief another time. He rolled me over until I was laying on my side with him cuddled around me. I so wanted to cuddle him properly and was really regretting not being unable too. His continued caressing almost made up for my frustration, especially as he had left his semi hard cock inside me. He whispered in my ear, 'thanks you sexy thing', 'woof' I replied.
We lay there quietly for a while just enjoying the contact between our rubber clad bodies, and in time I felt his cock starting to harden again still in my asshole. He very gently and slowly started to fuck me again which was just so soothing. 'you need to we rest now' but he didn't pulled out, just kept slowly pumped his cock back and forth. 'Ok, what ever you say' I said, wondering how I was going to settle with his cock sliding up and down in my arse, but I eventually must have dosed off as I hadn't had much sleep since arriving in this dungeon.
Some while later I was awoken by alpha moving then his cock slid out of my asshole and his welcome embrace was no longer. I struggled onto all fours in time to see the cage open and alpha crawling out. Master Simon was there and beckoned me to him, and I made my way over to him. 'Don't keep me waiting' he said as he grabbed my lead and yanked me out of the cage and across the dungeon floor. I was taken over to a leather wrapped wooden stool, helped onto it and strapped down. Straps were applied to my arms, legs and over my back, then he attached something to the top of my head and yanked it uncomfortably backwards. 'You clearly need to learn that when master wants you to do something you do it immediately'. I reflected for a moment then felt a sting across my buttock as he struck me with a paddle. 'Don't I get a response then boy?' he said followed by another smack of the paddle. 'woof' I yelped, but he kept striking me so all I could think to do was to keep barking, loader and loader after each strike. After 5 strikes on each cheek he stopped with the comment 'that's better boy'.
My ass was burning after such a hard beating for what was nothing really, and although it always made me horny being whipped while in bondage, I was going to have to totally concentrate on pleasing him unless I wanted more treatment like this. Moments later I sensed the relaxing smell of poppers and a finger working some lube into my asshole. Next the tail was being expertly worked back in but I soon realized that this was bigger than the one I had worn earlier, but relaxed to try to accept the monster. I was given another shot of poppers which made all the difference as the neck of the plug arrived and my hole closed to capture this solid intruder. I had a sensation of this huge plug overfilling me and my internal muscles and organs being forced aside to allow it to stay.
'It's a bit too big master' I complained only to receive another three strikes on each cheek from the paddle. 'I have told you boy, Dogs cant talk and you obviously haven't learned that yet'. 'woof, woof' I barked loudly trying to indicate the discomfort only to hear the reply 'Your limits will be expanded to suit my needs, and all I will promise is that it will be slow and painful experience'. This gave me a sense of fear and feeling of total vulnerability came over me as I pulled against my restraints. I received another three strikes to each cheek then was given a long heavy dose of poppers that took away the discomfort in my asshole and replaced it with feeling of being full. Although I knew this feeling would decline and my asshole would soon ache from this recent introduction to my body, I was now drifting in my own world of rubberized bondage. As I came down from this high, he continued 'you have given yourself to me now, and I will do to you what ever amuses me. You relinquished your rights when you signed your contract a week ago and when you came along to the club you sealed your fate. do you recall such an agreement?' I responded quietly 'woof' remembering almost word for word the condition referred too.
Some weeks before we met, Master had sent me a contract to sign. It had clauses about do's and don'ts for both parties as well as the usual contractual stuff but there were two important things he was now referring too. First, although I had signed the contract, it would not be binding unless I turned up at the club. The second was that I had edited the contract to remove my options to stop or break off when I was uncomfortable with how things were going, but worse had added the clause that allowed the master to do exactly what he was doing now. He had asked in several emails if I wanted to change my mind and had offered me several options giving different levels and methods of agreement or refusal in my treatment and use. I had continually decline such offers and wanted to give myself totally in his control and to his mercy.
'Now lets deal with this complaining boy' as the mouth of my doggie hood was unzipped and I was told to stick my tong out. I swiftly complied and noticed a string being tied through the piercing and my tong being pulled out even further. 'Open wide boy' was my instruction as something was slid over my tong and into my mouth. This gag not only filled my mouth but restrained my tong within it. 'Now close your mouth' were my instructions as my jaw was strapped almost shut around a tube running through the gag. The string attached to my tong piercing was tied to my septum piercing meaning a painful experience if I tried pulling my tong back. 'Now lets hear you bark now boy' he said. I had several attempts but with my tong no use anymore to form sound I tried to make a sound some other way. The beating started again and I tried harder and harder to bark, until after about a dozen strikes I achieved my goal which made the beating stop again.
For the first time in my SM life I realized I had actually been trained rather than just tied up and made to endure a masters wishes. I was learning a new skill, barking while gagged. That was not the only in one thing, I realized I was doing this to please him and not for my own fun. The uncomfortably large tail/plug was no longer a problem, and I mentally slipped into a feeling of obedience and humility towards this guy. Best of all though was that Master Simon was pleased with me which he demonstrated by stroking my rubber clad form. It felt so amazing I continued to bark and as I gradually got better and better until I started feeling horny again. Master Simon now turned his attention to my arse again and the plug/tail was connected along with the electrodes on my cock and balls to the small remote electro box again placed under my rubber skin on my back. Some new restraints were attached to my ankles and around my thighs, then one at a time my ankles were lifted up and connected to my thighs so I would be forced to walk only on my knee pads. Back to my head and some dark lenses were now attached over the eye openings all but taking away most of the limited vision I had through my inner hood pepper pot eyes.
'Nearly done' he said as the straps holding me down to the stool were released, a tug on the lead and I slid off and realized how much more difficult it was to walk with these new restraints. Now it was 'walkies' training time and I soon appreciated how poorly adapted the human form had become to moving on all fours. I walked beside master (or at least tried too), getting a sharp shock in my ass, cock and balls when I started falling behind the pace. Randomly, master would stop, order 'heel' and yank my collar back stopping me. I soon learned that I must sit in an attentive pose against his left leg looking up at him. He used a baton to correct my posture almost continually, but over an hour or so, I learned to 'walk' and 'heel' on his command. I was now panting vigorously through the gag with all the effort, clearly something the master liked to hear and it felt so great to please him and have a 'well done boy' and a pat on the head. I was trying harder at this than anything else I could remember, and all just to please my master. I was a strangely horny feeling!
Although the dungeon was fairly cool, my effort was causing me to sweat inside my rubber cocoon, but as that made the suit slip over my skin sensually making me feel even hornier so tried even harder. The next bit of my training was to be 'stay' and 'come'. This, I thought, would be easy compared with 'walk' and 'heel', but the effort was in keeping my posture right when 'staying' and 'coming' quickly enough for Masters liking was just as challenging. Eventually I attained a satisfactory standard and was rewarded with my master kneeling down to my level and beckoning me over to him. 'woof, woof, woof' was my reaction and I playfully jumped towards him to be greeted with a big hug and lots of fuss. 'good boy, now lets feed you, as we have another treat for you later' he said. I hoped that in my new role as masters faithful doggie, I was to be paraded in front of the others to show the skills I had learned.
I was taken over to the dog bowls, my ankles were released and allowed to drop down to the floor, then my forelegs (as I didn't consider them arms anymore) and hind legs were fixed to the rings in the floor as before, presumably as my master thought I might knock the bowls over by mistake. I was expecting my doggie hood and gag to be removed to I could eat and drink as before, but master said 'I am fairly pleased with your progress, but you will keep the gag in for now because you need to practice eating and drinking with it'. With that my head was pushed down so the end of my gag tube was in the bowl and I heard 'now drink up the milk shake boy'. I had to suck hard to get the thick milky mush into the back of my mouth then swallowed. It had no real taste and was of a unspecified texture, so I carried on. 'good boy, this shake will give you enough energy to keep you going at our little dog show tonight'.
I couldn't see alpha, but presumed that either he had eaten or was out of my vision, still impaired by the dark lenses. I finished the bowl of mush in a few minutes and moved over to the water bowl to wash it down. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was, and soon that bowl was empty too. I was starting to get used to using the gag straw and pressed it around both bowls to make sure I had eaten or drunk everything on offer, and soon realized I had. I looked around and couldn't see anyone so barked. Just one 'woof', and listened. I heard nothing so this time barked more than once, 'woof, woof, woof, wo..' as my electro discipline was used, but to such an extent that I almost double up with the agony in my asshole, cock and balls. Without the floor restraints I would have fallen over, but as the intensity subsided I regained my self control, and realized I should keep quiet.
No once came, and I wondered what I should do. I tried to look around the dungeon but the lighting had been dimmed with my vision was so impaired by the hood arrangement that I couldn't see much. I pulled on my restraints but realized that I was going nowhere and soon decided that I should just get as comfortable as I could and wait. That position was the sit pose, and although not that relaxing was better than being on all fours, so though I could well spend my time practicing my 'sit', 'heel' and 'stay' posture. The size of the plug in my asshole started to become the only thing on my mind again, and I wiggled to see if I could expel the monster. No chance was my conclusion, so I tried to relax and think of something else.
Eventually, and after ages failing to ignore the plug in my asshole, master came for me. He unclipped my paws and with the command 'walk', lead me through a door, along a corridor which lead into a fairly well lit garage in which I saw a black van. The back doors were open and I was lead around to the back and encouraged to get in. There was a cage fixed to the side behind the drivers seat, I was turned around, pushed in backwards then the door shut and was padlocked. 'we have a long drive boy, so get comfortable and have a sleep' he said. The cage was quite small, but it had some blankets on the floor so I snuggled into them and tried to get comfortable. I looked around but could not see alpha, then heard the doors open and close, the engine start and we were off.
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