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Learning some new tricks today

Howard looked down. That was odd. Normally when he was fixing lunch, his pup was at his feet begging. Curious, Howard dried his hands on a towel and went looking for his boy. Was he napping after Christmas excitement?

Howard found him in the living room and had to smother a laugh. His pup was sitting in a chair, and very seriously reading his new book. It was comical to see a pup take such a formal, human pose. How nice that he liked his present so much though!
His pup looked up at him.
“Learning some things?”
“Ruff.”
“Good boy,” Howard said with a smile. He’d fill the boy’s bowl and let him get lunch when he reached a break in the chapters. He didn’t want to get in the way of his boy learning some new tricks.

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pupnovy:

@insertpupname and I having a play…

“So, Jovy, remember my friend Takashi from college?”
Jovy nods.
“This is his pup. Kuro. He’s going to be staying with us for a few days while his
Master is out of town for a business trip. I know he’s a little
different than American pups you’ve met before – he’s a Japanese breed, so he’s a
little smaller than you. Don’t worry though, he may seem reserved but
once he warms up to you he’ll wrestle you until you’re both exhausted.
Go on. Say hello now.”
Jovy instantly loves the mask and wants to make a new friend. He gives Kuro a sniff – a long sniff, cause he had an interesting earthy smell- then he offers a deep “woof!” as a cheerful greeting.
Kuro pops up on all fours, and responds, “Wan!”
Jovy’s so surprised by this that he sits back on his haunches and stares. 
“What?” I ask. “What is it?”
Jovy looks at me, then back at Kuro.
“WOOF!” he says, slow and insistent.
Kuro looks at Jovy expectantly.
“Arf!” Jovy tries again.
“Wan?” Kuro says with a tilt of his head.
Jovy looks at me again, as if it say – ‘some help here?’.
I chuckle. “What? Did it never occur to you that dogs make different noises in different countries?”
Jovy stares at me, blinking under his mask. He shakes his head, bewildered.
I swallow my laughter, cause this is precious. “Well, that’s how they say hello in Japan.”
“Won?” Jovy tries.
“Wan wan!” Kuro barks, tail wagging.
“Wan!” Jovy repeats.
“There you go!” I say, giving Jovy a scratch on his neck. “Good boy. It’s nice to make a friend huh. Why don’t you show him where the toys are kept?”
“Woof woof wan wan!” Jovy responds. He bumps Kuro with his head, and then they trot off together.
I smile. “Can’t wait to tell Takashi about how well they’re getting along.”

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Outdoor time for puppy.

Spade sniffed the air. Autumn was coming. His backyard was starting to change. It had been a busy summer. There had been barbecues and soccer games, and many fun afternoons running through the sprinklers. Many evenings of romantic picnics on the deck and making love under the stars. 

Spade had also spent many-a-days marking the edges of the property as his territory, and it had been a part time job keeping the squirrels away from the bird feeder. At least, that mean fat raccoon hadn’t come back. The flowers were in full bloom and starting to fade, and Spade had learned to keep distance from them. He had gotten stung last month, and he’d been so itchy afterwards!

With his survey complete, Spade padded across the yard, tamped down a good spot, and rolled onto his back. The sun felt good, making the rubber nice and warm. Spade cherished it. He loved playing in piles of autumn leaves, but he always hated feeling the heat slowly leave the air. Although he did enjoy cuddling with his Master inside by the warm fire as snow fell outside, Spade would always be yearning to romp outside.

Spade a mental note to check for any remaining blackberries growing wild along the back fence – he’d eaten the bush clean last week – when he heard a noise. Spade perked up and uprighted himself. Was it…? He walked up to where the backyard rose upwards. Oh, there it was in the distance! The mail truck! Master was expecting a package!

Spade began to bark and ran up to the back porch, pressing his snout to the glass. Bark bark bark!
Master came out of the back room, looked at him through the glass, puzzled. Spade turned his head. The house was on a corner and he saw the mail truck drive past. Bark bark bark bark!
His Master opened the glass door. “Was is it boy?
Spade whined and wagged his tail.
"Mail truck here?”
Spade barked with a nod.
“Good boy. The guy always leaves me a missed-package note even though I’m right here.”

He closed the door, and Spade waited. He watched through the glass as his Master waited by the open front door, collected his package, and then closed it. His Master went to the kitchen and came to the backyard with something in his hand.

Spade wagged his tail hard. What was it?
Master slid the glass door open with a smile. “I got my package. Good boy. Sit.”
Spade planted his butt on the deck.
“Up!”
Spade sat back on his haunches and put both paws in the air.
His Master placed a bone shaped cookie on his nose.
“Good boy. Wait. Wait. Aaand, eat!”

Spade shook his face so the cookie fell. He landed on his paws and snapped the cookie off the deck with his teeth.

By the time, he was done eating it, Master had gone back inside. It really hit the spot. Spade looked out over the yard. He could see his tamped down spot from here. No need to let it go to waste. It was the proper time for a nap.

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I sat on Black Lightening’s bed, sipped my cranberry vodka, and set it on his nightstand. “So this is the great lair of the Black Lightening.”
Lightening chuckled, flashing a teasing smile under his mask. His full lips and dark eyes were the only thing of his not covered in black lycra that seemed more like a liquid than a fabric. It hugged every curve of him, from his slim neck to his sloping calves to his bulge tucked under the bow of his hips. I have to tell you, it is very hard to fight crime with that jumping around in your periphrasis vision. 
“You like it?”
I glanced around the open bedroom accented with metal and glass, black and silver, with full length windows providing a stunning view over the New York City skyline. The flat surfaces were free of clutter, minus a lamp or a book here or there. The bed I was sitting on was a queen, easily, draped with a faux fur throw over a black microsuede blanket. Very soft, very fuzzy. 
“Love it,” I replied, “It’s very you. Just what I imagined.”
“You imagined now did you?”
I licked my lips. “Very much. Mostly I imagined what the hell is under your suit.”

Lightening smirked. “Now that I like to hear. I don’t mean to be narcissistic – or maybe I do – but you know, once in a while when I’m saving someone I like to be told I’m fucking sexy doing it.”
I laughed. “I like this side of you. I only talk to you when it’s all business.”
“Speaking of business, who is on call tonight?”
I sipped my drink again. “Laguna and Dr. Air.”
“Mm. That’s good.” Lightening strode toward me again. “What would they think about us?”
“Laguna would probably write fanfic about it and tell us how hot it is.”
That made him chuckle. “Probably. It better be hot or I am going to be very cranky.”
I wanted to reach for him but he was just out of range. Instead, Lightening went to the wall and pressed a button. Shades lowered from the ceiling and he adjusted them so they were angled up, allowing light to come in but not allowing anyone to see. The anticipation of the event to come was killing me. Lightening had been vague when he invited me over – “Let’s spend some time together,” but I could read between the lines of what he really wanted to be doing.
Oh, I was so goddamn horny! I kneaded my impatient cock. 

Lightening noticed, but didn’t react. “So,” Lightening begin, fussing with the blinds cords. “When did you first notice you had special abilities?”
This? This is what he wanted to talk about? Why not first kiss? or fuck? Or making out session? Cause all three were pretty good options. I sighed softly. “It happened about the same time as the rest of us, about seven. I was playing in the backyard and set the grass on fire.”
“Wow.”
“My clothes caught on fire but I wasn’t burned at all. Soon after, any time I got angry something would catch fire…my toys, my clothes. I was naked a lot.”
Lightening grinned. “Little Naked Ember. I bet you were adorable.”
“I was hung as fuck as a child,” I joked.
That made Lightening bust out laughing. “Oh my god, you are fun. Are you still hung?”
Yes, this was better topic. “I like what I have,” I answered, vaguely. 
“You want me,” he purred.
“Immensely,” I sighed. 
“You want what’s under my suit.”
“So fucking’ bad,” I begged.

Lightening walked toward me again, and stopped just out of arm’s reach. He then turned, showing me his graceful back and pert butt. “Unzip me.”
The simple request made my brain derail. I was trying to figure out how to unzip a man not wearing jeans when I realized he meant his suit. I couldn’t see it at a distance but there was a hidden zipper running down from neck to ass. So that’s how he got it on. Or off. Off was good. My drink tasted warm. Transference. Oh, he was getting to me now. I set it down and stood.

I was down to my fire-proof leggings, already shirtless. I took the two steps toward Black Lightening, feeling like I was crossing a canyon. I held my breath as my hands rested on his hips. He jumped slightly, tightly wound cable under his skin. I ran my palms up his side, up over his shoulder blades. I gave his shoulders and arm muscles a few squeezes, then trailed my touches back down. I slid my palms parallel to his spine and dipped them to squeeze his ass. “Like a fucking rock,” I murmured. “I can feel the strength in you. Under your skin. I always wondered how you could jump so far and now I can feel it. It’s all tightly wound in here.”
Lightening shuddered. “Unzip me.”
My fingers fluttered back up to his neck, feeling for the hidden zipper there. I located the flat bit and tugged it down slowly…slowly…slowly…watching, fascinated, as the black liquid parted like a river to reveal slick caramel skin. My lungs hurt and I realized I had not been exhaling. I let the breath go and my head spun. I stopped right above his ass, but to my surprise there was no stopper. There was more. I unzipped it evn further and had to suppress a gasp as it revealed the cleft between two globular cheeks. His tight hole was nested in there. Somewhere. And I would find it. 
“Now sit,” he commanded.
“But -” I protested. squeezing my own package again.
“Sit,” he instructed again.
Pouting a little, I sat. I’m glad I did. I got to watch a beautiful, private affair as Lightening peeled off his suit. His skin was healthy and damp, glistening in the dim light of the track lighting on the ceiling. I bit my knuckle. Lightening was pulling it away from his neck down, and I could see the square cut of his hair on his nape. Him. Not the character, the boy inside. He pulled the mask off of his face, but I couldn’t see it from this position. Instead, he worked like a lizard cleaning itself of freshly shedded skin. Lightening pulled off one hand, then another, then pushed the suit down to his thighs…and his genitals spilled free. The material stuck to the tip of his foreskin and tugged his member straight before coming disconnected. It retracted, making his plump balls bounce. I moaned and felt my leggings become wet. Fuck. I was going to lose it before the fun even started!

Lightening non-chalantly pulled it off his legs and feet while I started – no, feasted – on the sight of his barest parts being jostled around. “Fuck,” I muttered.
He tossed the suit over a chair. “Like what you see?”
I whimpered. “Yes.”
“Without any fanfare, Lightening turned around and showed me his face. I was fascinated and amazed. Mostly because my brain told me that it was still him. I had long about memorized his shape and counters, and even without the black layer of liquid sex I could still recognize him by his physicality alone. It was strange to see him in tones of flesh, browns and pinks, natural colors. It was pleased his hair was so dark it was nearly black. It seemed right. I lifted my gaze to meet his own.

Under the mask was a handsome face with a confident smirk. Strong cheekbones. Full mouth. A strong profile with a sharply defined nose. I admired the gentle slope of his brows, the tweaked black dusting of his eyebrows. He had such long lashes, which I knew, hiding wide and curious charcoal eyes. Of course, Lightning would be fucking gorgeous. Drop dead model gorgeous. I reached forward and grabbed his hips, pulling him to me. Lightening put his hands over my own. I felt his legs tense and for a moment I was sure he’d slip out of my grip, like how a grasshopper leaps out of your hand. 

His cock was so close to me. Thick, sausage like meat, slick and bouncy…would slide so well against my tongue. I swallowed, hard. 

“Like what you see now?”
I nodded stupidly. “Better than any dream, wet or not.”
He chuffed through his nose. “That’s what I like to hear.”
I traced the damp line of his illiac crest, from his hip bone to his cropped dusting of pubic hair. “What do you want me to call you?”
“Call me?” he repeated, distracted.
“When I’m inside you,” I finished.

Lightening exhaled a ragged breath. His cock twitched. “Tristan.”
“Tristan? Your real name is Tristan?”
“Fitting isn’t it? It has the word ‘tryst’ in it.”
I couldn’t help it anymore. I reached forward and wrapped my fingers around his stirring cock. Lightening – Tristan – moaned and took a small step back. I pulled down, moving his extra skin up and down his shaft. “Holy fuck, yes,” he breathed. “Don’t tell the media this but fighting crime makes me so fucking horny…”
“Yeah me too,” I replied, “But only when I see you.”
Tristan whimpered. “Fuck, it feels so good. What do I call you?”
“Ephraim,” I replied. 
“Mm sounds a lot like Ember.”
“Not very secretive huh?” I asked, pressing a kiss to Tristan’s hipbone.
“Mm what? No…not really. But everyone knows your face. You don’t wear a mask.”
“Why should I? I don’t need to.”
“I like my hidden life,” Tristan replied.
“So you can let boys fuck you all you want?”
“God yes, I love to be fucked.” 

Jesus Christ, I was pretty sure I came my pants already but my cock would not go soft. 
“You will be fucked,” I stated firmly.
Tristan swallowed hard. “Your hands – they’re so warm. It’s incredible. You should come massage me after crime fighting episodes…
My eyes widened. What a personal invitation! My mind drifted to the thought of getting to knead Lightening’s rock ass as much as I’d like. “Uhh yeah that could happen,” I sputtered.
“My cock is so hard right now,” Tristan murmured, closing his eyes.
I gazed up at him, transfixed. “Yeah, you are. And oh look…wetness…” I licked the tip of his crown. I could feel his entire body shudder. Another ragged gasp escaped his lips.
“More,” he begged.
I pushed him deeper into my mouth until half his shaft was cupped againsnt my tongue.
“Oh Ember, it’s been so long!
“Since a man did this to you?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Mm,” I replied. “You should have asked me. I worship the ground you walk on – …jump over.”
Tristan snorted. “Oh my god, your tongue is warm too!”
I tried not to giggle. He was adorable. I dipped my head and continued to lave and tease his hardness. I cupped his hip, then slid my hand back, fingers trailing over the swell of one buttock and then down…
“Oh my god,” Tristan said, and pulled a loud breath. I rubbed my hand against his hole, teasing him. Moans of his pleasure grew to tremendous volume. “Ember you must fuck me right now.”
I cupped his balls. “Right now?”
“Now,” Tristan demanded.

“If I must,” I joked.

Sliding into Tristan was terrifying, because I could feel his demon like otherness -his power- coursing through him. And I was trying so hard to keep my temperature under control so did not sear his most intimate parts. My sperm was already sterile from my own body’s power. If I hurt Tristan, I would never forgive myself.
As I sank in deeper and deeper, my emotions began to fly away from me. I let my eyelids drift down. I tilted my head back and let a moan spill from my throat. “You feel so fucking good,” I murmured.
“Don’t stop!” Tristan begged.
I pushed my palms up his back, like a cat kneading. “So tense…god you needed a fucking didn’t you? Poor Lightening. You save everyone but who is taking care of you?”
“No one,” Tristan answered. I was momentarily stunned by the raw need and sadness in his voice. A different kind of fire welled up inside me.
“I am,” I growled. “Starting now.” And then I fucked his brains out. It was a miracle that I did not set the sheets on fire.

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yrreug:

Just showing off one outfit I wore at the Xmas PupSocial 2015.

“How did the yoga session go with your new pup?”
“It went well on principal. I made a mistake though.”
“What was that?”
I did not walk Barksy before I tried pup yoga with him. He was so wound up, it was hard for him to sit still or focus or stay in one position for too long.“
“Oh dear! Dealing with super excited puppies can be difficult. Do you think that you are going to continue to try to offer Master/pup yoga?”
"For sure. If crazy women can do it with their cats, then crazy men can do it with their pups. I am glad though that I figured out this issue before I opened up classes. Yoga will help the pups relax, but they need to be somewhat calm before they get there. It will be important that they are walked or milked before hand.“
"I can see your point. If there is sexual contact before hand, then there is a good chance that the boy will still feel close to his Master, and will be more obedient.”
Exactly! Also, there is one more thing I have to note for next time.“
"And what is that?”
“Do not leave an extra tennis ball in your duffle bag, because your boy will find it and his concentration will be totally shot.”
My friend laughed. I just had this image of a totally full yoga studio, and a tennis ball rolls into the room and all of the pups go running toward it!“
"That is exactly what would happen.” As if on cue, my boy trots into the room, freshly awakened from his nap. Barksy sniffs my hand then looks at me expectantly.“
"What does he want?” My friend asks.
“He wants the ball. He heard me say the words tennis ball and-”
“Bark bark bark!”
See? Told you. They are ball crazy. Yoga will only work if I can get their focus.“
"Makes sense. Well, good luck and sign me up for sure when you get it up and running.”
“For sure!”

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PupperRoo waiting for Boss to come homes from work and gives me Scritches

Ruffie was so nervous and excited waiting for his Master to come home that he thought he might pee himself when it finally happens. It wasn’t like he could get himself out of his rubber with his hands in mitts anyway, but Master would be really disappointed to come home and find that his puppy had made a mess. He wanted to be a good boy. Ruffie sighed and forced himself to lie down, and returned to chewing on his Master’s old leather sandal. 

He’d spent the day exploring his Master’s apartment and this was his new favorite thing. It was leather, the smell of which always made him horny, plus it had the scent of his Master’s feet and sweat, which made Ruffie yearn for the man who wasn’t here. He would be soon. Ruffie was not used to waiting hours and enjoying every second of it. He was still high off the reality of being ‘adopted’. It was a program run through his local dungeon where Masters can “check out” pups for short periods. Ruffie was thrilled when his Master had asked to “adopt” him over a three day weekend. Their sessions together made him fly and he always felt like whimpering when Master had to leave. Now they not only had a weekened together, but a long one at that. Friday through Monday. That meant Ruffie would get to greet his Master when he came home from work for one day.

Then, Ruffie heard a noise. A close noise. A noise of a key jostling in the keyhole. Ruffie jumped up to all fours and dropped the drooled on sandal. Ruffie sat by the door and wagged his butt so hard he nearly fell over.
“Ruuuufffiiiee is that you?” said the deep, velvety voice
Ruffie put his paws up on the door and responded.

“BARK BARK BARK!” came the excited reply.
Master chuckled. The lock turned. “Shh. You’ll alert the neigh-” He pushed the door open, not realizing Ruffie was sitting an inch from it on the other side, and hit him smack in the face.
Ruffie yelped out.
“Oh shit! Did I hit you? Aw shit, puppy! I’m so sorry!” Master Keene gently opened the rest of the door enough to squeeze in and quickly shut it behind him. His pup was sitting a short distance away, paws over his mask and whimpering loudly.
“Oh no, Ruffie, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you were right behind the door! Are you ok?” Master Keene squatted next to his boy. “Shh it’s ok, let me see.” He felt absolutely horrible when he saw tears in his boy’s eyes – and even worse when he saw blood on the floor. “Oh my god, Rafael, what did I do to you?”   

Master Keene quickly worked the buckles and removed the mask. “Shit your nose is bleeding. Oh look at the red mark, I hit you right on the bridge here huh? God, I’m so sorry, boy.”
Ruffie sniffled and whined. To his surprise, the injury hadn’t taken him out of headspace at all. He licked Keene’s hand and whined. 
“It’s ok baby. Here, I’m going to get you a tissue and some ice.”

It took a few minutes to get the bleeding stopped, and even Master Keene had to laugh when he saw his pup with cotton sticking out of his nose. Master Keene made Ruffie chew a Tylenol and sit in his bed with ice on his nose for a few minutes while he cleaned off the mask and dried it.  

When the worse had passed, Master Keene put the mask back on, but not before getting a lot of licks.
“Some welcome home huh? I’m sorry I spoiled it.”
Ruffie barked and headbutted his Master’s shouder, indicating it was all ok.
Master Keene smiled and scritched Ruffie at the base of his spine. The pup groaned and flopped to the side, kicking his foot.
“Ok that’s adorable,” Master Keene noted. “You’re a good boy huh?”
“Arf!”
“Such a good boy, yesh you are.” 
“Arf arf!”
Master Keene gave his flank a few pats. “Did you miss me?”
Ruffie nodded.
“I missed you too. I couldn’t wait to come home to your cute face. It gets so lonely here on the weekends. Damn, we’re gonna have a lot of fun together. Speaking of which, I think you deserve a treat huh? As an apology for bonking you?”

Ruffie quickly forgot about the pain when he saw the big bag of brownie bites. He decided that he going to play the sympathy card and try to get away with as much as possible… he had a feeling the bites would disappear once Master Keene found the sandal. 

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Today was a good day

Today was a good day

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gayboykink:

Note: This somehow became a looong detailed story, so I’ll put a TL;DR summary at the end. =P

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You know, it’s been a while since I wrote something more extensive about how bf and I are progressing with our kink journey, so I thought it’d be time for a bit of an update. Especially because after our trip to London, my boyfriend has been more dominant and experimental than ever and today’s activities really show how we (but mostly my bf) seem to be taking certain things to the next level. I’ll explain…

My boyfriend told me that he wanted to give me a special day this Sunday, because we didn’t really got to celebrate my birthday yet. I thought he’d go for a night at the cinema or some shopping or dinner activities, but when he took his rubber suit on Saturday evening to wash and prepare it for the day after, I knew he was up to something different. Every time he had worn his rubber, resulted in some serious sub play for me. Clamps, foot worship, spanking and throatfucking are just a few examples…

So this morning, even before we got out of bed, he asked me if I wanted to play ‘the first game’. Apparently there were more to come and my mind went in overdrive trying to figure out what he had in store for me today. Of course I wanted to play – breakfast could wait – and he took his shiny rubber suit. I watched how he got dressed which was a tease on its own. Then bf took the handcuffs and the open gag which he both locked on me. With the chain collar and chastity I’ve been wearing relatively permanently the past week, I was now only wearing lockable gear which enhanced the sensation of utter submissiveness. He locked the cuffs behind my back before undoing the CB so I couldn’t touch myself. I quickly got hard, and it didn’t took him long to get me teased, frustrated and dripping. He made me hump some things, he spanked me fairly lightly and played a lot with my nipples, which got me moaning and drooling through my gag. Bf wasn’t focussing on my dick at all, until he came back from the bathroom with an object I mainly recognised from bf’s experimentation with sounding. My eyes widened and I moaned a bit in my gag. I never said sounding is a limit for me, but it definitely scares me as I couldn’t imagine it being comfortable, let alone enjoyable. Bf removed the gag and asked if I was ok with it. I hesitated, but I knew he would be sensible enough to not hurt me and to stop when I would ask him to. ‘Sure’, I said as I closed my eyes and laid back with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I tried to relax and focus on the sensation that was about to come. Bf took some lube and to my surprise I felt the tiny smooth plastic handle (I don’t know how to describe it otherwise) slide in without much friction. In my head I was telling myself it couldn’t be that bad, as people get catheterisations all the time without any analgetics, but it didn’t help much, haha. I didn’t dare to watch, but I was relieved there was not much pain on the initial entry. Bf asked if I was doing ok, reapplied lube, and started moving the thing up and down, slooowly going deeper. Or at least I think he went deeper, because I didn’t watch. At some point there was a bit of burning sensation which wasn’t that comfortable.. So I asked bf to stop and he did. When he tried again, I noticed how the first bit just feels a bit weird, but rather enjoyable. The pain only comes when he pushed further. We played for ten minutes before we decided it was enough for my first sounding experience. I got up and bf showed me how he took the object’s full 7 cm which was impressive actually… I asked bf how deep he was in when he sounded me, but he didn’t tell me. ‘It doesn’t matter how many centimeters you took, it’s about the sensation’, he said. He’s right, but I still wanna know. =P
Game one was over. Bf played some annoying music to get me soft (a new technique he uses XD), locked the CB back on and ordered me to make us some sandwiches for breakfast, which I happily did.

Short after our breakfast he told me to stand in front of the bed if I was ready for part 2. Again I had no idea what to expect, but when he took the long nylon bondage rope I knew what he was up to. With the 15 meters of rope he tied an improvised body harness that fitted snugly around my chest. While tying the last knot he said: ‘I hope it’s secure enough, because we’ll be wearing our naughty suits under our clothing when we’ll be going out this afternoon.’ That was a surprise! I’ve been wearing naughty stuff under my clothes all the time (plugs, undies, chastity, collars and even a rope harness!) but I never expected my bf to be daring enough to wear his rubber in public, even when it’s hidden.
So, about fifteen minutes later we headed out to the bus. Bf with his rubber under his clothes and me with my rope harness, chastity and fairly visible chain collar. The harness was exactly uncomfortable enough to be a constant reminder of our kinky secret. I also liked to stroke bf’s chest and legs through his clothes. I was leaking in my pants just from the experience. We spend a few hours in the city centre eating some cake, drinking tea and shopping a bit before heading back home. I held my pee as long as I could because I was afraid it’d burn like hell after the sounding experiment, but after drinking some tea I couldn’t hold it… and thank god I didn’t feel a thing! XD

Back home we had dinner while still wearing rope and rubber under our clothes. We talked about kinks and mainly pup play. One of the subjects was pup names. Bf already came up with a few names last week which weren’t really my taste (Arak or Zeus for example) and he wasn’t enthusiastic about my names either (Chase or Pepper for example) so we were somewhat on a dead end. Then out of nowhere bf came up with another name: Nobly. I liked it! It sounds happy, it’s unique, it’s short and cute, plus bf thinks nobility fits me. Out of the name list we had I think Nobly is the name we like best together. Soooo it’s kinda official now! ^^ I love how my boyfriend still does his best to give pup play a chance, because he sees how much it means to me (and other pups) and how happy it makes us. I told him he shouldn’t force himself outside of his comfort zone, but the fact he came up with a pup name really is a small step in the right direction and I can’t describe how much I appreciate that in him. =)

Anyhow, after this intermezzo, it already was late in the evening. Bf planned a round three for me, so he ordered me to take a shower and lay on the bed naked. (Which for me means: Just wearing my CB and chain collar.) Bf untied the ropes, grinned at the mark patterns it caused on my chest and back and sent me to the bathroom. Half an hour later I laid down on the bed, when bf entered the room in his rubber. He climbed on top of me, reached down in my night stand and took out the magic wand with a big smirk on his face. ‘Guess who’s not going to come?!’ He waved the magic wand triumphantly around my CB. He gave my nipples – which were incredibly sensitive today – some attention and slowly worked the vibrator down to my straining cock. Every time he got the wand on the cage my cock fought against his plastic confinement, crying drops of precum. After fifteen minutes of edging and teasing bf gave me an offer. ‘Either you stay locked, but I’ll let you cum by the magic wand. Or I’ll take off the CB and you won’t be allowed to cum.’ It was a tough decision. I’ve had in cage orgasms before, which are always kinda unsatisfying. Plus I imagine my boyfriend could easily make it a ruined one by removing the wand on the moment supreme. On the other hand, he rarely had the self control to not let me cum, as he likes it too much seeing me squirm and scream during an orgasm after a lot of teasing. He might fail again, so I decided to go for unlocking without the permission to cum.
So, bf unlocked me and put the vibrator on the exact right spot, driving me to the edge in no time. Fortunately bf knows how to read and interpret my moaning and breathing, so he perfectly knows when to stop which made this edging session one of the most intense I’ve ever had. Stroking, palming, vibrating.. for at least half an hour the stimulation just kept going and going. My boyfriend only stopped for a few seconds every time I gasped for air, which is my body’s sign an orgasm is coming verrrry quickly. Stop and go, stop and go… with just seconds rest in between I became a horny, moaning mess in no time. There were a few times I even regretted my decision and wished for an in cage orgasm, especially when bf got me do close he could edge me using just one finger that lightly and slowly went up and down. Our neighbours must’ve enjoyed the vocals bf was able to get out of me. Apparently my moaning turned bf on as well, because he started to use the magic wand on himself while jerking me off and vice versa. Fuck that was hot. I couldn’t think straight anymore, but I remember I was hoping bf would get so lost in his masturbation, that he’d accidentally cause me to have an orgasm. But no. He came and I didn’t. Just as he planned. He let me lap up the mess from his belly before we cuddled each other. ‘You might get another chance next week’, he said. I sighed and gave him my puppy eyes look… like I really regretted choosing not to cum. But deep down I know I made the best choice. I looove this and it makes me realize I’m the luckiest boy on earth being able to experience this with someone who I can call my Master aaaand my boyfriend.

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Too long to read? Here’s a quick summary:
Bf is in a very dominant mood lately. I’ve been wearing my CB and chain collar constantly. This morning I got my first sounding experience, which wasn’t bad at all. We went out in public wearing rubber (bf) and a rope harness (me) under our clothes this afternoon. We decided that my pup name will be Nobly! *wooff* This night bf edged the heck out of me, without letting me cum and he locked me back up for another week.

I’m just so happy that gayboykink has found someone long-term to go on a kink journey with, and that each boy in the relationship is taking the other a step further. If living vicariously through the happiest loving couple in the Netherlands is wrong, I don’t want to be right.