Lost to the thoughts of a Wolf, a Pup, and a Man

He is seen walking through a mall. Denim jeans and a light denim jacket, black cotton shirt, black leather boots. He’s a normal person, just like the majority of any other guy walking the floors of the mall, right? What’s that? Is that… a collar? An O-ring clinks with his every step, held by a triangular ring latched to the collar by a bolted leather strip that goes the entire circumference of it. Why does he wear it? Why is he wearing such a thing in public? Only he knew. Even worse, he catches the eyes of those that he passes, or that pass him, by a set of leather cuffs that are on his wrists… obvious to everyone as they are too thick to hide with the sleeves of his jacket. Is he some sort of freak? Is he one of those annoying Goth types? Of course he isn’t, but whatever others may think of him were their own opinions, and for his reasons of wearing those leather items, he didn’t care for their opinions. He wore them, they didn’t. And to these people that see this, they may even see that it is as if he doesn’t even notice he’s wearing all this leather. The clinking of the O-ring doesn’t catch his attention, the feeling of closure around his wrists that those cuffs may be causing him don’t seem to worry him. It’s almost as though it’s just natural to him.

So he walks the mall casually, like any other person would. He passes by the many shops, occasionally his eye caught by something, be it music, art, or whatever else that he enjoyed. He checks out some music shops and flips through the CD’s absently, or looks up a rack at a random CD player. He walks into a computer shop and checks out the latest rack of PC games that have come out for sale. He may next check out the Goth shop on one of the mall floors and looks through some of the amusing shirts they have, flips through the CD’s of bands that the other music shops may not carry in stock… even takes a few moments to glance at all the leather ‘accessories’ that people wear… like forearm bands that try to resemble thin leather gauntlets with leather straps holding it tight to the person that would wear it, or even some cheaply made collars with all sorts of shiny metal on it, like studs or the like. This may interest him, or amuse him… it’s all a matter of what he may look at.

Later in his mall walk he comes across a pet shop. He cannot resist to enter, and begins looking at all the animals they have there. Kittens and pups in the cages and tubs behind glass or out in the shopping area of the store for petting and amusement. They frolic with their cage mates, they sleep peacefully, or maybe a few are bored or annoyed and are trying to gnaw their way out of the metal bars. Kids and adults alike crowd around the edges of the glass… pointing, giggling, or making that “Aww!” sound at one of them doing something silly.

“Mommy, I want that one!” “It’s so cute!” “He’s do precious.” “I want to pet one!”
The words, whispers, shouts of those in the crowd as they point at these animals, watch them intently, or giggle and laugh as they play, tumble, or fight. There are smiles on their faces. The crowd is pleased at all these cute pups and kittens. The man takes close observation to both animal and person alike. Reactions, expressions, words, sounds.. Everything.

Two pups in a cage in the middle catch his attention. It’s a black Labrador and a German Shepard, both of them pups, male, and both acting in two different ways. The Labrador is laying down lazily watching this crowd of people, ears not very attentive on them as if he were bored or just too tired to really care. The German Shepard on the other hand is hopping around in his cage, now and then his little teeth gnawing on the steel bars of his cage door. He watches them both, intently. He cants his head to the side slightly as he observes them, watching them closely.

What was going through this man’s head? Was he thinking of buying one of them, was he trying to figure out why they were acting as they were, was he deciding if the price was too high? Or… was he trying to learn from them? There he stood in collar and cuffs, arms crossed on his chest as he watched these pups, brow raised and eyes trained. He slowly let his mind wander, and his senses got only slightly stronger as he blocked out the crowd as best as he could. The smell of the many animals, the barks and growls… it flooded his senses and mind.

His eyes scan the area and he finds himself watching a few of the customers handling the animals in small enclosures. They laugh, smile, cuddle the animals… they make cooing noises trying to calm the animal they hold, or try to get their attention by patting their knee or whistling, or by making other assorted noises to get the pup or kitten to come to them and romp around. He watches this. Again his head cants to the side, observing both person and animal… wondering what was going their heads. Was the animal happy to be out of his cage, to be held and petted, to have the attention of a single person, or maybe trying to impress the person so they might be taken home and cared and loved for? To be fed something besides the crap they keep in stock for the animals in the shop, or to meet new people and play and sleep in something more comfortable than that hardened plastic cage floor.

Even at one moment, his hand unconsciously trails up his chest and a fingertip gently moves against the O-ring of his collar. What was he thinking? Only he would know… or maybe, even he didn’t know.

Out of the pet shop he strides, a multitude of feelings and thoughts flowing through him.
Sadness, happiness, regret, jealousy, curiosity…

He goes about his window-shopping; the thoughts of that pet shop still in his mind… the animals and their behavior, the people that had crowded around them. He sits down after having ordered from a food vendor in the mall and begins eating, his thoughts having the chance to present themselves to him without his attention on something else around him besides the taste of pizza in his mouth. He loved pizza; it was one of his favorite foods. He loved pasta, Chinese, potato chips… all sorts of things. Human things. He stops eating and thinks about the animals once more. They were drinking from bowls and those water feeder systems that hang on the outside of the cages with a narrow metal tube with a ball bearing at the end for them to lick and drink from. Here he was sipping a soda from a straw in a foam cup with ice in it. They were eating dog food made up of god only knows what, and here he was sitting in a chair, at a table, pizza slice in hand. His facial expression changes to that of one thinking deeply. Was he thinking about something he had seen that he might’ve wanted to buy? Was he wondering what someone he knew might want as a gift or the like?

No, he was thinking about this... the pizza, the table, the chair, the soda he sipped from. His eyes wander to his leather cuffs tight on his wrists. He puts the pizza down on the paper plate and adjusts one of them gently, still deep in thought. The O-ring on his collar clinks around, and that only pushes him deeper in thought.

He was a wolf by nature. He had many dispositions like a wolf. He was somewhat proud, he was a natural leader, and he loved attention. Scratch his neck and he would murr softly in enjoyment. Play with his hair and he wouldn’t complain, hell, he might only complain if you stop. He has long black (very dark brown) hair that reaches about the lower edge of his shoulder blades. His mane. This is what he thinks of it as.

He was very much the wolf-like person. He growls when he finds something unlikable, or as a threatening signal. He murrs when he finds something enjoyable, such as someone petting his hair or rubbing his neck and shoulders. Even now and then if you scratch him just right – behind the ears or at two different spots on the top part of his head, his leg might kick involuntarily. Was this normal? He thought it was. Usually when someone does this then stops, he gives the person a dirty look afterward. Not in a mean way, but in that “You tease” way. He’s territorial. Touch his car? You better have good reason if he didn’t let you. Touch his stuff? You’re risking loosing your hands if you didn’t get permission beforehand. Eat his food? You’re in trouble. Touch his computer? That’s asking to get your ass kicked.

So why is it he enjoys all these things? He plays computer games, he listens to music, he dresses in a collar (90% of the time) and cuffs (50% of the time) as if it were another part of his wardrobe, and he loves driving around aimlessly in his car… The list goes on. He loves doing them because it’s what he enjoys.

He also enjoys some of the aspects of a more private life.
BDSM.
Leather, chain, cuffs and collars, floggers and crops…
Being a sub, being a Dom…
Being a pup.

Why, do you ask, does he like these things? Because he does. Would he give you an explaination about how or why he likes these things that would span just as long as this story? Probably not. His reasons are just as valid as any other’s. He likes it, that’s all that matters.

His mind wanders sometimes though…
About being a pup/dog, as opposed to being a sub. But even the thoughts of being a sub make him think.

“Would I want to leave behind this life… music, games, cars, my life-partner… Just to be a pup to someone twenty-four hours a day, three-hundred sixty-five days a year? Eat out of a bowl, drink out of a bowl, be on my hands (paws) and knees ninety-nine percent of the time… never to really stand on two legs, Never play on the computer, never have my cellphone, never drive my car… Ever Again?”

This is the one question, the one thing, that both peaks his curiosity.. and scares him to death.

And almost nothing frightens him…
This question bends his mind painfully, but in the end he knows that he could never do it like that, not a fulltime dogslave. It would be too much for him. It saddens him slightly, but he knows it would never happen… both that he would break, and that he had too many obligations to leave his life behind in pursuit of the life as a dog.

So…
This wolf will play.
This wolf will game.
This wolf will listen to music.
This wolf will try to enjoy life.

But…
This wolf will always enjoy being a pup.
Even if it’s short-term spans.

These are the thoughts of the wolf, and the story of such.

Adrian
~Aka~
Blackie

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More to come, possibly.
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Side Note:
To those of you that are Fulltime (24/7/365) pups/dogs/slaves.
Power to you. I have a respect for you that even I may never understand. The commitment of that strength and the devotion so deep as that... Wow.
I bow to you, you are probably too submissive to really be by yourself a lot like I am, or just enjoy it so much it doesn't matter. Or both, perhaps.
Either way, I have a lot of respect for you, any of you.
Wag your tails, bark proudly.
This wolf will always see you as friends, and perhaps even brothers.
*raises a dog bowl* Here's to you.
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