Even more so when he’s late. He promised me he’d get off work early, and we’d go to the Valentines Day party your local kink scene is hosting. Who’d ever heard of a Master working on Saturday morning? Only mine, it seems; there’s always some crisis demanding his attention in the office. Does he love the office more than me? I start to wonder. It’s Valentine’s Day for god’s sake. My mind drifts back to this morning when he rolled over and gave me a plain, stiff fucking – just like any other morning. I was really hoping for something romantic other than an utterance “Happy Valentine’s Day, boy.” Did he really not care at all? I had withheld my gift for him because of that.
Then, I hear it. A car pulls into the driveway. I lift my head, then tilt it. The engine’s cut. A car door shuts. Then the trunk. I’m up on all fours now, wagging my butt even though the tailplug isn’t in cause it’s drying in the bathroom. Habits. I pace back and forth in front of the door until it swings open.
And there’s my Master, holding a big bouquet of flowers and a paperbag. I was so astonished I forgot to bark. My Master smiles. “What? No greeting?” I lose it. Full barking mode on! Complete with paws up on his thighs,and butt wiggling. Master grins at me, and sets down the paper bag so he can scritch me and cuff me behind the ears. “That’s a good boy, thatta boy!” I roll over and offer my belly, and he gives a rub. “Good boy. You didn’t think I forgot would you? I lied about having to go into work today. Truthfully, I bought most of this yesterday, I was just an idiot and left it in an office drawer.”
My disappointment melts away. Of course, he didn’t forget to get me something. I butt my head against his leg. Master kneels down and offers me the bloom end of the flowers. I stick my face in there and inhale, nuzzling the velvety petals with my nose. The perfume is fresh. After I dry them, I’ll make sachets out of them. I pause, blink, and then sneeze. Master chuckles. “I’ll go put these in water. Here, here’s one of your presents.”
He takes a small box out of the paperbag, then begins to open it. I watch eagerly. It smells like chocolate. I fucking love chocolate. He presents it; in his hand in one of those chocolate orange things, wrapped in foil. An edible, scrumptious-smelling toy ball. I bounce on my paws and bark at it. He grins and puts it on the wooden floor, then pushes it so it rolls. I go mental and chase after it, batting it with my paw as I go.
He watches me for a moment, before going into the kitchen. I wait for a few moments, distracted with my toy, before I get his gift. I hear him get himself pour a cup of water and figure it’s good timing. I trot in, carrying a red paperbag in my mouth.
My Master looks pleased. “Whatchoo got there boy? Is that for me?” “Ruff ruff!” I reply although it’s muffled. He strides over to me and takes it out of my mouth. After beating the staples, he peers inside to see those Japanese gummy candies he likes so much, plus some heart hard candies, heart post-it notes (for the damn office), and strawberry lube. A smile lights up his face. “I love it. Exactly what I wanted.” He kisses my forehead. “Thank you boy.” I lick him back.
He goes to find my orange ball again, and rolls it with his shoe. I chase it all over the house in a tizzy, until it hits a wall, cracks, and then I feast on its sacchrine insides. After, I make a point of crawling into my Master’s lap and licking his face. He isn’t able to resist kissing me, knowing I smell and taste delicious.
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Due to popular request I decided to lay out and share all the gear, anal toys and pairs of cheeky underwear I own. I showed a lot of them already a long time ago, but there have been quite some additions, mainly because of some crazy Christmas gifting from you guys! By the way, I’m seriously having trouble to keep this all well organized and hidden in our bedroom. XD
Part 1 (Anal toys) is here Part 3 (Underwear) is here
Part 2: Toys and gear
1. Velcro handcuffs. The first ones I owned, very vanilla, haha. 2. Lockable leather handcuffs. Very comfortable and goodlooking. My favourites! 3. Leather paddle. Fairly light, but a nice alternatie for my boyfriend instead of using his hands or a belt. ^^ 4. Humbler to keep me down on all fours. 5. Two silicone ball stretchers my boyfriend bought. He wore them for a while, but somehow it didn’t do much for him. I combined them with a CB a couple of times which looked nice. 6. Enema nozzle attachment and an enema bulb. Can’t do anal play without making sure you’re properly cleaned from the insides as well. 7. Spandex hood with eye openings and zipper at the mouth. The mouth piece is small, so bf can’t use it as a blowjob mask unfortunately. 8. Kneepads for when I feel like pupping out for a couple of hours. 9. Puppy hood. *wrufff* 10. Leather and steel leash to hook on my collar or harness. 11. Collar, brown leather dog collar. Not lockable, but I wear it almost 24/7 when I’m home alone. 12. Leather harness with adjustable straps. 13 Two fresh bottles of poppers. Sometimes used during fucking or fisting. 14. Steel handcuffs with quick escape lever. I preferleather cuffs, because struggling in these really hirts your wrists. 15. Jailhouse chastity device, the first one I bought in Oct. 2013. Never worn it after buying the CB6000 (which was on my dick as I took the pic. =P) 16. Locks and keys, used for anything lockable in this picture, haha. 17. Nipple clamps. The clover ones are very hard, but once past the initial discomfort they’re bearable. The chain ones are lighter, but have tiny teeth. 18. Cockring with vibration bullet. Weak vibrations, not used much. 19. Magic wand. Does this need further explanation? Intense vibrations that can make me cum in minutes, chaste or not. 20. Duct tape and plastic wrap, ideal for some mummification. 21. Three Vetrap rolls that haven’t been used yet. Still thinking about a way to use them. The material is awesomely snug and doesn’t stick to skin at all. ^^ 22. Simple ball gag with rubber straps. 23. Penis gag, plain gag actually, not that big. 24. Lockable open mouth gag. Big enough a hole to get bf’s dick in, very humiliating and I love it. =3 25. Inflatable and lockable pecker gag, can get very intense after 7-8 pumps. 26. Shoelace and 2 pieces of soft black bondage rope. Can’t have enough! 27. Chain with padlock. Used it as collar before, but can serve all kind of purposes 28. About 15m of soft bondage rope. Used for example for body harnesses or arm binders.
Wow. A peek into gayboykink’s toychest! So many, many options.
No, I think he’s perfectly able to understand the difference between dirty fantasy talk and real life. He knows I’m loyal, no matter what. =)
The trick to being able to tell a good Master and trainer (and boyfriend) from a bad one, is that a good one is confident of his pup’s loyalty and love – regardless of the attention to the pup or how the pup displays himself. The Master knows he has taught his pup well with a heady mixture of lust, firmness, and kindness, while listening to his pup and reading his signals. The pup naturally falls in line, and offers affection and respect. The admiration from others that follows is simply a manifestation of excellent work.
Pup looks up at his Master’s stern face and realizes he’s in deep trouble. …But he had a lot of fun rolling around, and feels pretty all covered in glossy black paint, so he gives a happy smile and a panting tongue. He hopes being adorable will help him avoid the worst of the spanking.
“…What are you doing?” The pup looks down, sheepishly. “I…I wanted to know what I’d look like if I had patches or spots?” “Christ, how on Earth am I supposed to punish you when you’re being that cute?”
“Check this out. My friend did a filter thing on it. Cool pic huh?” “Jesus, Sam, ya fat bastard, look at ya! You’re a stud!” I laughed. “Alpha male, I tell ya. It’s one of my favorite shots. Just me and my boys.” “Why is the dog in front?” “Well, he’s better trained and better bred. He’s got papers. The slave back there I just took in – he’s a Latin mutt. Last Master turned him in due to overcrowding. Badly trained and growly. I put him in his place in those first three days I’ll tell you what,” I laughed again. “You see how resigned he looks?” “Ya?” “Cause he knows he’s under the dog.” “Aaaahhh.” “It’ll be good for him. Already showing some improvement already. He’s food fixated, so if you promise him food, he’ll do almost anything. Yep, he’s a good boy. Love him already.”
Peter the puppy made a whuff of surprise when the peanut butter flavored dildo he was sucking popped off the wall. He blinked, digesting what just happened. He could stick it to the floor but it was such a bad angle for oral practice. Instead, he dropped it and picked it up with his teeth. He’d let Master deal with it.
His Master did not appreciate when his pup waltzed in and dropped the dildo in his lap expectantly in front of the guests he had over for dinner.
