Saturday, July 15, 2017

My Puppy Cockpit

March 22nd, 2017

It’s way past time that I dedicate an entry entirely to my best friend and beloved puppy, Cockpit!

We met in the Spring of 2011 at a bar in Long Beach called Pistons, during an event called SoCa Bondage. I was mingling with the crowd and we came together, after some conversation I offered him my body to practice his bondage skills on. He restrained my arms above my head with padded leather cuffs, tied my legs to a post, blindfolded me with a black bandanna and then covered my mouth with black bondage tape.

He was so sensual, so sexy, and just absolutely wonderful. His kisses on my taped lips made me thirst for him. He teased, toyed, and tortured my bare chest, and I moaned, growled, and whimpered my gratitude as he had his way with me. My desire came true at the end of our play when he removed my tape and bindings, then held me close and kissed me. It was pure bliss. We traded information and made plans for a coffee date later on, which was also thoroughly enjoyable, so much so that we agreed upon another meet, and this one was sealed into my most treasured memories.

He texted me specific instructions on what to wear, where to meet him, and what to do. He also sent a picture of himself in full desert BDUs, all of which made my heart race at double time! I was to come to his garage door which was marked with a piece of black bondage tape, and enter, but never look him in the eyes. I remember being so excited and nervous, standing in front of that big white door, lifting it, seeing his boots and immediately gluing my eyes to the ground shutting the door. In moments his breath was at my neck, his voice at my ear telling me that there was no back once we started. The memory still gives me chills and a throbbing hard on even today!

He was so strong! So demanding! I wanted to leave my life behind and become his plaything! I was terrified he could rip me apart at any moment, but certain he wouldn’t do so much as even break my skin or draw blood. He bound me in the darkness, blindfolded, and gagged me! Made me into his boy toy! I worshiped him! He later brought me into his home, and ordered me to fold my clothes neatly and come inside his living room. I never paid so much detailed attention to my laundry before in my life. He later informed me I was subject to inspection, more nervous fear washed over me, oh the things he did to me! He kept my pulse racing even as he stroked my throbbing dick and ordered me not to cum, then kissed me deeply and further pushed my erotic torture! I remember when he ordered me to shower after our play was done I left the bathroom door open and didn’t even touch his soap, terrified of using anything of his without permission!

I came out and kept my eyes on the floor, he invited me over to the couch in a gentle voice and when I was in his arms, that warm loving embrace was so comforting like a lit fireplace on the night of a cold storm. He told me I could look up. I did so, cautiously, I was so surprised because it was like seeing a completely different person! Where did the strict military man go? Where were you hiding this whole time?

Before I left he gifted me two treasures, the first was the collar he had used on me that evening. A simple hard leather collar with a metal ring at the throat, which I will cherish forever. The other was a pair of his military-issued boxer shorts which he wore while he served in Afghanistan. My eyes are welling up with tears as I recall my feelings of deep gratitude.

One day, months later after we had become fast friends, he had me over following one of his trips to San Francisco, and he asked me in all seriousness if I’d be interested in being his Handler. I excitedly said I’d love to be! Followed by asking what a Handler actually was! I was only too pleased to be a close friend to him, and the details didn’t matter to me as long as this made him happy. He then educated me on what Puppy Play was, what Handlers did, and I was even more thrilled to agree to the role.

I also fondly remember him inviting me over to join in a photoshoot he prepared at his apartment with a photographer buddy of his. He wanted a set of pictures of the two of us as Pup and Handler, with him in various submissive poses, including one of my boots on top of him. He later admitted to just how hard it got him to be under my booted feet and I couldn’t stop grinning! Later on he would invite me along to my very first puppy dinner in San Francisco and my first experience being his handler. It was held at Don Ramone’s, a two story Mexican restaurant that the SF K-9 Unit had reserved the 2nd floor private dining area for. The handlers ordered for the pups and when the food came we cut it up into bite-sized pieces and spooned it into their doggy bowls. The staff loved this so much, they would even wash your dog bowl for you if you asked nicely! I remember being so nervous about being seen as the “greenhorn” handler that I was very careful and observant about everything. Then I had to use the bathroom, and when I returned I found Cockpit was face deep in my plate on the table! I was so shocked I could only sputter out “Excuse you?” to which he turned to look at me in his pup hood with this nonchalant “Oh, you’re back.” look before he just went back to all fours on the floor.

To my chagrin, one of the veteran members of the group, Wolf, said “You gotta watch your plate around these pups if you’re gonna be a handler.” successfully stabbing my ego with the exact instance I had been trying to avoid all night!

Cockpit also was the one to take me to my very first IML, the evening before our flight we stayed in a hotel next door to the airport. Before we turned in for the night we took a shower together and it will always be one of my most cherished experiences. It was hot, steamy, romantic and incredibly intimate. He was behind me, his wet body pressing up against mine, his arms around me, the lights turned themselves off being on a motion sensor and only the blue glow of the outside lights coming in through the frosted glass window lit the room. He slowly guided his thick, throbbing manhood into my hole...and he gently entered me. He was inside of me, my best friend and I held close in the steamy air under the cascading warm waters as one beautiful whole of an expression of love and compassion. It was one of the most beloved and incredible, there hasn’t been a day that has gone by that I don’t wish to go back and re-live that moment, to go back to that night. I pray he knows just how wonderful that felt and how much it meant to me.

The morning after we flew first class to IML, my first time in such nice accommodations! When we landed and headed down to claim our bags, I spotted a driver holding a sign with my name on it. I said “Oh, cool that guy has the same name as…” but I trailed off as I looked at Cockpit, he simply smiled and nodded, he had ordered us a personalized ride to the host hotel for our first IML together! I was over the moon with how much he was spoiling me! I hugged and kissed him, giddy as all hell!

One evening during the event, we were both in full gear, myself in my leather and Cockpit in full puppy, outside the hotel at 3:00am. Cockpit was playing with a puppy friend, pup Apollo, batting around an empty water bottle back and forth. Then Cockpit pounced on it, flattening it completely. He took one last look at it, then looked elsewhere ignoring the bottle completely, so I picked it up and asked “Are you all done? Are you bored with your bottle?” to which he waved a leather-mitted paw very dismissively to me with a sigh of “Arf.” I froze, stunned, and he quickly looked to see my reaction and I could see a giddy mischievous gleam in his eyes, later on he would tell me the look on my face was priceless and that “Did I just get summarily dismissed by my puppy?!” explained it pretty well. Cockpit has since taken me on many trips, San Francisco for Folsom, Dore Alley, various SF K-9 Unit events, Chicago for IML a few times, and he even went all out and made a huge Christmas in Hawaii trip for myself and several others. He’s incredibly attractive on so many angles. His intelligence is off the charts, book smart, social smarts, street smart, it’s intimidating at times of just how intelligent he really is overall. An example of how I find this sexy is that at our first IML together the first thing we did when we got to the room was start a discussion on String Theory, and I have to say it was one of the sexiest talks I had all weekend! A strong mind is a huge turn on for me.

Then there’s his personality, witty, sarcastic, and a huge goofball who has a poker face that could make any master of the cards fold within minutes. I’m never not smiling around him. Physically, he has that handsome geek look about him, fine-tuned, neat-n-tidy, warm, finished off with his military cut silver hair paired with his arctic ice blue eyes that could pierce stone with a sewing needle or melt the ever frost. It all makes me want to drop to my knees in a collapse of admiration and a famished heart.

He’s an A-Type, OCD clean freak, minimalist that makes me strive to be just as organized as him on a bad day! He’d pass the white glove test so well they’d need to use an entirely new grade of white just for him! Whenever I kiss him it’s never long enough, whenever I hold him it’s never close enough, whenever we laugh I’m always greedy for more. My heart craves for him like an addict, I must have all of him.

I fantasize over him, I have one particular fantasy which involves a warm cabin in the snowy mountains, him dressed to the nines in a full RCMP uniform, and a huge warm bed with candlelight.

Cockpit has earned his place in my heart through his acts of generosity, his patience, and his endless understanding. I feel at times he understands me more than I do myself. When I come to him with an idea, excited and jubilant, he gently reveals it can be more than just an idea, and gives me clues as to how I can build it and make it real. He’s not like so many others, who give me doubt and hesitation as a first response. He truly is a fan to my fire!

Whenever I turn to repay his kindnesses, he simply smiles, turns me back around, and pushes me forward, telling me to give it to someone else in front of me. He’s given not only myself so much, but he’s given many, many, many other souls happiness. Even if he denies it politely, remains modest, and claims he isn’t as amazing as I sing his praises to be, I know in my heart he is.

I love you, Cockpit. Thank you so much for everything you have given me! I can’t wait to have even more adventures with you! I would burn borders for you, and follow you to the depths of Tartarus just to drag you back to the surface.

Play Safe Dear Readers, and may you be blessed with many dear friends yourselves.

Slave Potential

December 18th, 2016

Wes, whom I met on Recon, and I talked for a month or so online before finally being able to plan a meeting after my move up to Washington. I told him to meet me in a nearby park this evening. I arrived early and was filled with eager excitement. The woods were extremely dark, and my chest tingled with the thrill of meeting a man in the shadows, much like the stories my older kinky friends would tell, there was that air of the forbidden and taboo about it all.

I was only there a few minutes, in full gear, leather Muir cap, jacket, gauntlet gloves, jeans, boots, before I noticed someone else had entered the park. He walked around, entered the woods, then came out towards me. He said nothing, and dropped to his belly and licked my boots before kneeling and greeting me as his Master. I held him close and looked down on him, my happy little slave on his knees. I kissed him deeply before we headed to his car.

We made our way to a bar in town, but stopped at a pet store beforehand first as a joke made by Wes, but I called his bluff and insisted it was a great idea. We did buy two collars, but sadly they were much too large, I just need a leather hole punch to modify them to being wearable.

At the bar we were greeted to a drag show night and a packed bar, so our initial plans of finding a secluded corner for some private talk and booze went on hold. We had a drink, enjoyed some of the show and both enjoyed looking over the hot country boys together before heading out.

On the way home I ordered him back to the park, we got out and headed to some dense shrubs, then ordered him down on his knees, and he proceeded to impress me with his oral skills. He sucked my cock with great gentleness and eagerness. I sat back and took in every bob of his head on my dick in the dark woods. It was forbidden bliss. He then drove me home afterward and we parted ways.

I went to bed thinking up new uses for my new eager slave! So much potential!

Play Safe Dear Reader.