Clumsy pup, failing the self timer.
Don’t forget your kneepads pup, you’re going to bruise! Also what is it that you hijacked there? A pair of underwear? This pup gets into mischief when not supervised it seems.
Tag: collar
“Wow boy is that really you?” My Sir raises an eyebrow.
I try suppress a smile. “Yes Sir.”
He looks at me, then back at the photo. “So how hungover were you the next day?”
“Sooo hungover. Matter of the fact that was the day I started to wish I had someone to keep me in check…hard to believe that little thought lead me to this.”
He chuckles and hands me back the photo. “A boy unbridled. Look at you now…I wonder what the boy in this photo would say if he saw you now, with your shaved head, your collar round his neck, cock safely protected…”
I feel like I’m blushing. I always do when he sounds proud of me. “I think that boy would be confused but…wistful. A bit jealous. Curious. He’d see the potential, and it would stick with him.”
My Sir kisses me on my forehead. “Are you happy?”
“Yes of course!” I cry. “You have done so much for me Sir…I needed that discipline, my head is so clear now. No more hangovers, no more masturbating when I should be doing other things, no more piles of dishes…plus now that I’m in your service there is always a fine cock to think about too. I want it all the time though…”
He grins. “Well you were thinking about cock anyway. I just streamlined your focus. Now, come join me downstairs, all this talk of discipline has put me in a mood to make you drip.”
“Yes Sir!”
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Text is fictional. Updating from my phone so there might be formatting issues. Fixed!
“I can’t believe you sold him to Master Eaton!” I cried.
“Well, don’t blame me, his application was sitting on his desk and he wanted full price for that scrawny little welp. Full price!”
“You didn’t check Master Eaton’s record?”
“Well, his membership was reinstated in 2013, I thought that was good enough…”
I shook my head, wanting to smack him. “No you dolt, he’s under investigation by the police right now for abuse against his last slave. You don’t know what he does to boys – his reputation… you have to cancel the sale.”
“That sounds like a lot of heresay, if you ask me,” he folded his arms.
“Take a good look at Master Easton’s record, you’ll see, he’s going to destroy that boy! Do you really want to be responsible for that?”
I was pleased to see him hesitate. “I…I made the best decision with all the data available.”
“Oh come on, Master Kendrick. Work with me here. I found the welp a nice Master in New Hampshire, lives in the mountains on a beautiful property. They have horses, and there’s two other boys and a girl there. It’s a much better place for him… he’ll grow into a man in service there.”
We both heard a popping sound and looked over at the boy.
“Where did he get gum…?” Master Kendrick wondered.
He chewed the gum and sighed dramatically, “When are we going to play? I’m bored.”
Master Kendrick looks at me. “See, Master Eaton would straighten that attitude out.”
“Yeah and murder him in the process!” I insisted.
“He hasn’t murdered anyone!”
Another pop. We both look at the boy expectantly. He raised an eyebrow. “How about you two just stop arguing and spank me?”
“Oh that’s not a bad idea,” I say.
“Yeah, I’m for that.”
“You get the paddle? I’ll get the oil.”
“Ooo I have a new one I want to try out…”
He just shook his head and muttered under his breath, “Masters. Pfft.”
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Sleeping puppy
Aawww, tired pup! When you spend all morning playin, it’s natural to get tuckered out after lunch. How adorable.
“Yeah I’m just not feeling it. Got anything stronger? Like jumper cables and a car battery?”
“… He’s perfect!”
“Excellent! I’ll go get the contract. You can take him home tonight.”
“Absolutely fantastic, just chuffed to bits. Guess what boy, you got a new Master! And you know what I do for a living? I’m an electrician.”
(lol the “slave boy is not impressed tag” on Nate’s original post is fantastic)
Classic Bad boy Good boy photoset. my Master’s idea. Someday in the future i’ll probably redo this and make it better. Hopefully by then i’ll have an actual camera. And i’ll be able to devote more time to making it look good.
A good lesson to remember but…fuck. Pringles are so tasty. I hope you got some as a reward. Also, you look a lot more mature in the last picture. Keep up the good training!
Woof
One of my favorite parts about Christmas is putting up the tree.
One of the most enjoyable tasks for a boy in service – putting up and decorating his Sir’s Christmas tree. His Sir put lots of careful consideration into selecting the best cage, collar, and muzzle for his boy to wear around the house, so it’s best to bring the same consideration into the only other thing his Master loves to look at as much as his boy. alphajock posted how he only gets to come once a week on a Saturday, but maaaybe if the tree look particularly breath-taking, he might just get a White Christmas after all…
“Alright. You doing okay?”
“Yeah.”
“The other masters inside are gonna be a bit touchy. Expect to be groped quite a bit.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Just stay within sight of me, I’ll make sure they don’t get too pushy. You’re a hot little slaveboy. But just remember you’re MY hot little slaveboy.”
“Only your’s.” He smiled.
“Don’t forget your ‘Sirs’ either.”
“Oh, yeah. Yes Sir.”
“You’ll do fine in there, cuteness.” His Sir and Lover kissed him hard. “Again, be respectful, stay within my sight, and don’t take drinks from weirdos.”
“What’s a weirdo in a leather bar?”
“Hard to tell, but you’ll know him when you see him. And don’t forget your Sirs.”
“Shit. Sorry Sir. Can I get extra spankings tonight to make up for it?”
“Oh I got other plans for your ass tonight, honey.” His Sir chuckled. “But let’s go. Can’t wait to see the looks on the other guys’ faces.”
“This is why I love you.” He smirked. “Err, Sir.”
Was going through archives…how did I miss this?
A well-trained slave! A model for any aspiring sub. Nude, excellent posture, chin up, eyes forward, and on his toes ready to stand at any order. I don’t know what to say about the Dr. Seuss tattoo though except that I hope this boy’s slave name is Green Eggs and Ham.