Tuesday, September 24, 2013

IML Weekend 2013 - Day 1

Thursday, May 23rd 2013

This morning Cockpit and I set out for IML! My pup takes very good care of me, and I couldn't be more grateful for him, he went and booked us 1st class seats and we enjoyed quite a comfortable flight to Chicago.  Upon landing we were picked up by an adorable driver named Jason, whom Cockpit invited to one of the uniform gear parties that weekend when we learned that he had a Naval uniform.  He's very cute, but straight and therefore even more desirable as a result. That whole "can look but can't possess" attraction.

Once settled in the hotel room, we cuddled up and watched the sunset over the flatlands of Illinois, Cockpit says it's so flat you could watch your dog run away for three days!  We started talking and had a intellectually thrilling discussion about quantum physics and string theory.  I can't for the life of me remember how we got onto those topics, but I love how smart my pup is.

It was time to gear up so I suited up in the Marine dress blues Cockpit loaned me, flared up my mohawk, and Cockpit geared up in his pup gear.  We headed downstairs to the absolute mob of men in the lobby.  So much muscle, leather, boots, uniforms, it was a sea of masculinity I wanted to dive into and swim in for ages.  Hot daddies in harnesses, uniformed studs, shined boots just begging to be tongue-polished, fuck I love this!  Upon entering the man ocean, we were stopped for plenty of pictures, and I talked with a lot of guys.

I unfortunately started to fade, and headed up to the room.  I unleashed Cockpit and allowed him to romp on his own.  Looking back on it, I can't believe I did that, I let my dog loose at IML.  This isn't some little Teacup Poodle, or a Yorkshire Terrier, this is Cockpit.  A full on Canadian Golden Retriever who is sneaky, smart-mouthed, ridiculously smart, and is very, very, naughty, and I let him run free at IML?  What the fuck was I thinking?!  It's not Cockpit I was worried about, it's everyone else!

Whatever.  They'll be fine.  I went up to the room and ordered room service, much thanks to my dog, and once it arrived, the gravity of the situation hit me.  I was in the host hotel, after flying 1st class, wearing an authentic Marine dress blues uniform, eating room service, all at IML.  Fuck...I have the best dog ever.

After dinner I was re-energized, so I redressed into something else (I had changed out of the uniform to eat, and wouldn't have forgiven myself if I got even so much as a crumb on it), headed back downstairs, and met up with Pup Apollo, Jason Williams one of the contestants who is a beautifully tall man, and sampled a Scandinavian drink called "Hot-n-Sweet" that a guest had smuggled into his room.  It was like Jagermeister and thick black licorice juice, I liked it!  I met the adorable pups Rolph and Basketball, then met up with Paul whom I met and talked with on Recon in his room.

I had him down on his back soon after walking in, and my boot was in his crotch, grinding away with his moans of pleasure to accompany it.  I love trampling men under my boots as it's that sense of power that runs through me, charged by the noises they make, moans, grunts, gasps, and begging, that makes it fun for me.  Unfortunately our scene was short-lived as my energy had finally run out.  I eventually ended back upstairs, and falling into bed passing out shortly after.

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