Daddy's Dildo Training

June 16th, 2016


Daddy Dave picked me up this evening and we headed out to dinner, immediately laughing and cracking jokes before we pulled into the street.  I really do enjoy my time with this man.  After our meal we headed back to his place and had a lovely conversation with his husband before heading downstairs into the playroom.

After a nice shower he greeted me with a lovely leather collar, once on my neck I sank into blissful subspace.  Next he presented me with a brand new, fresh-out-of-the-package black rubber tank top.  I was honored he would have me break it in.  I love to wear rubber, and I love how the tightness of the material feels against my naked skin, even if it does have an unforgiving friction against my lightly hairy physique (when I neglect to use proper lubricant when putting it on), but the light scent and sleek look it gives me makes it all worth while.  If only it wasn't so delicate and fragile at the same time, I'm terrified of tearing and ruining such expensive gear.

Next, an Israeli-style gas mask was pulled over my face, I fell deeper into subspace and even as I write this I feel a bit more relaxed.  I was guided over to the wonderful sling, past the bed which displayed his very impressive and equally intimidating dildo collection.  Daddy Dave helped me into the cradling embrace of the hard leather bed of his sling, my wrists were restrained above my head to the chains, my ankles placed into the leather strap stirrups, and I was returned to that wonderful feeling of being in my most natural place.  My place as an obedient, well-behaved submissive boy toy.

Daddy Dave looked down on me and smiled, he praised me and made me feel loved and comfortable.  He lubed up my boyhole and proceeded to use several lovely toys on my ass to widen and stretch me.  At times it was difficult, sometimes painful, but I wanted it.  I really wanted my hole to be stronger, more resilient, more flexible, I truly want to be a fisting bottom one day.  After having my forearm up the asses of several men already, and witnessing their descents into orgasmic ecstasy, I eagerly wanted to join them.  I don't wish that it was easier, as this is the fun of the journey there, however I would prefer to be able to do this more often!

I was then offered some poppers, as Daddy Dave enjoys them and is polite enough to ask me first.

(Warning: Seriously, don't force poppers (Amyl nitrite) on anyone, especially first-timers, even if it -is- part of the scene that they want, it's not perfectly safe and could kill someone if you fuck it up.  It deals with changing blood pressure so be sure to read up on it before doing poppers for the first time.  I may be overly cautious, but I'm also still alive.)

At first I refused, but then my thoughts turned to the fact that he would take care of me should something come up, that we spent enough time together for me to know he definitely had my best interests in mind, and he wouldn't do anything to me that he didn't think I could handle.  I also thought that this could be a fun and interesting new venture.  I looked into his eyes, told him I trusted him, and accepted the offer.

He put the bottle up to the intake valve of my gasmask, and I inhaled deeply through my mouth at his suggestion.  I didn't feel any different at first but then came a strong wave of calmness, my face got very warm and tingly, my body then relaxed a great deal and the entire sensation lasted for quite a while.

Daddy Dave then punished me for not committing to my hole-training with the trailer hitch buttplug and 2-headed dildo he had lent to me a while back.  Given my current living situation makes it challenging to do such things with severe lack of privacy, I didn't argue and accepted my punishment.  He proceeded to stretch my hole in many different, painful, and uncomfortable ways, and I submitted with grit teeth and great chagrin.  I needed to be a good boy so badly, it was just so uncomfortable, but I'd submit to it all over again as my duty as a good boy.  Daddy Dave even used an anal speculum to widen my already aching boyhole and then proceeded to use several anal toys during the session.

After a significant amount of ass-training, he decided I had been taught my lesson.  He unbound me and helped me to the bed, exhausted and happy to be of service, I cuddled close to him with his arm around me and we rested in the quiet calm of my aftercare.

(I have mentioned aftercare before, but it bears repeating.  "Aftercare" is the period of time that a top gives the bottom love and affection, cleans the bottom of any blood, applies medicine, re-hydrates, wraps them in a blanket and their arms, offers emotional reassurance, and more.  It's the time where after an intense kink session you "bring them back to earth".  This is incredibly important, so don't skip it!  It can have terrible consequences.)

Once we were ready, I showered off, and Daddy Dave took me home. 

Thank you so much, Sir!  I really enjoyed our evening!  I'm looking forward to resuming my hole training schedule!


Diary Afterthought: That night I had what I believe to be a delayed and negative reaction to the poppers, I couldn't sleep because I could not stop coughing.  I have asthma, which makes it very difficult to be around men who smoke cigarettes, cigars, weed, and which also makes me sensitive to strong smells like body odor and the like.  I had been wary about poppers for some time, because their smell would put me off when I could smell the odor in a room.  Now I feel that even by oral inhalation, I cannot have poppers. Given this was my first time using them, and I inhaled them orally which is uncommon I'm told, may also be factors, but even still I'm not very interested in continuing using them.

If you also have asthma, please think carefully on if you wish to use poppers.


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