Ska's tale 4

Ska’s tale 4

Ska’s next trip down to see Sir was planned for 18th November 2005 and sure enough on that Friday I did my normal drive down to Portsmouth, after being late for Sir last time made sure I set off extra early.

5 ½ hours goes very quickly when you have such a big incentive for travelling and sure enough in the blink of an eye I was outside Sir’s front door feeling excited and very eager to see Sir after his trip to San Francisco. I was a little nervous but more of that later.

Sir, as always, looked great and gave me a rub as soon as I came in but after a quick hi we needed to go out to take Sir’s canine dog for a walk. There are always practicalities in life which you have to stick by, but I enjoy going for a walk with Sir and Beaudi as means can have nice relaxing chat when I come down. Am tired after a long drive and Sir knows he needs to give me a bit of time just to unwind. Otherwise not as good for him as should be.

Sir had bought some great tall wesco boots in SF on his trip and when we got back first job was to oil them and clean the rest of his boots, something I always like. But even better was that Sir wanted to see how they looked with his leathers and it is a sight I always love to see. He looks fantastic in them and even better got to be in a sit position in front of Sir, with my head in his leather clad groin as he gave me rubz and I rubbed my head on him. Sheer bliss for a pup! The smell of leather, of Sir and the feel and textures is intoxicating and beyond description. Woof woof woof. And then when he stands on you and rubs the boots over you and into you it gets even better!

After having dinner Sir said we were going to out for a drink in town, but there was a matter that needed to be dealt with first. The bit I was nervous about. Sir is very kind and good to me, looks after me when I don’t myself and has said he wants me to be in the best condition I can be. A good boss always looks after his property and I have the best Sir. This meant that I was giving up smoking as it is bad for me and anti-social. I had done fairly well but when I met a pup friend of mine for a drink a few weeks earlier I had a relapse and had 3 cigarettes (my pup friend is a smoker). This I confessed to Sir immediately. He told me it needed to be punished not only because I had disobeyed an instruction but also to help me control any cigarette cravings in the future.

For each cigarette I had, I was going to get 30 strokes of the cane, with five warm ups. They would be delivered in repetitions of 10 and be done in 3 sets over the weekend. 105 in total. I got two that night, one fore hand one back hand. They do hurt and even more so because I won’t use any techniques to help me channel pain into pleasure, but just take the pain, as it is a punishment. Sir never bears a grudge and after I had had them we went of to the pub.

Sir is a sexy skin and looked superb in boots, bleachers and Ben Sherman shirt and I went for the innocent skin look with white cut offs with my DMs and white Lonsdale. Sir’s comment was that the look is the only innocent thing about me! Was great to be out with Sir and had brilliant time esp sitting with my head resting on Sir, licking his boots and Sir rubbing my neck. Even better was the slightly bemused and interested looks we got from the mostly very camp crowd in there. Big woof to one very sexy barman in there who looked really good and even better with his t-shirt off!

Sir is a sexy skin and makes me feel terminally in heat all the time, even though can count on the fingers of one paw the number of times have actually been allowed to cum in the last 3 months. But to be honest cuming isn’t important as Sir treats me to far better things. He gets my mind to work in conjunction with my body and then he takes control of both and gets me to feel animal passion! And not just always as a pup, but as a sub and a man. This was one such time.

Not full details here, but draw your own conclusions from the following facts:-

1) Was completely soaked in Sir’s piss, whilst in my skin gear
2) Jeans were round my ankles
3) I was leaning with face towards a wall
4) I was stood with my legs apart, arse sticking out and legs spread wide
5) Sir was stood behind me and is huge!
6) Sir is a skin and so am I
7) Sir fucks like a demon when he wants to

End result was amazing and not all things in life involve pup play but sometimes just good old fashioned sex.

But ska does like to come out to play and after stripping off from my wet gear, Sir rubbed and stroked ska as he sat at Sir’s for nice Sir/ska time before time for me to go off to my cage. It was very cold that weekend and although the heating was left on as I was at ground level where there are drafts, Sir made sure I had lots of blankets to keep me warm, water nearby and my tray if needed to have a piss.

It was a great night with Sir and spent a very happy night curled up in the cage.

Sir came in early the next morning so I could come and sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed, a big treat for me as I know Sir is so close. But after a while got an even bigger treat, Sir let me on the bed! And even better Sir let ska get under the duvet! Ska was able to feel Sir and lick him and rub against him and feel Sir’s warmth against him as Sir gave ska rubz. Being under the covers with a naked Sir was too good an opportunity to pass up and very soon ska had Sir in his mouth and a while later got to taste Sir’s cum. So many treats at once makes me very very happy. And at the end of it all I was covered with the scents of Sir’s sweat, piss and cum. Woof woof woof (scents are important to pups though. For example the previous night when I was out with Sir I went to the bar to get drinks. I suddenly thought Sir was stood next to me, there was a skinhead of the same height, with the same jacket as Sir and same build. Was about to turn round and rub him when I knew it wasn’t Sir. I could smell very strong aftershave; Sir doesn’t use it, just smells of Sir. So pups out there learn what your Sir’s scent is because you will be able to recognise him by it even if you can’t see him).

Sir had breakfast and I had a coffee before we had to head out for a really exciting time. The woods! In my earlier tales have told about a puppy picnic in the woods with Sir and Martin (Sir’s bf) and this time we were going back to woods for me to experience some newly honed skills of Sir. When Sir went to SF with Martin he went on a rope bondage course run by a very talented lady called Midori, and I was going to see some of the results. We found the tree ska had been chained to and it was perfect for rope suspension. Being completely suspended and restrained in rope from a tree may seem extreme, but it was one of the most relaxing, secure feelings I have had. I know why though, because Sir knows what he is doing and I know Sir will look after me. Would be very different without those two factors, but that is the same for most activities from being fucked against a wall to being flogged heavily. With the right person it is perfect, with the wrong one it is too bad for words.

So there I was in a t-shirt and combat pants, carefully suspended by Sir. Even though was only about 4 degrees outside, didn’t feel the cold when in Sir’s care. Even when I came down Sir had hot drinks ready to keep me from getting a chill and a top and jacket to put on straight away. I can’t wait to try more of this!

We got back and had some lunch and I did some odd jobs whilst Sir started getting some stuff ready for dinner that evening. Martin was coming over and Sir was cooking one of his specialities and was making a head start.

Next month Sir, Martin and I are going to a leather event in London and I am hoping to wear with my harness and collar a great pair of regulation jeans with a red stripe down the side. Now I have taken a fist a couple of times but find it hard, but Sir said that for me to wear the jeans I had to take his fist. Once again I trust Sir and after some patient work by him, I did take his fist. Was only briefly all the way in before we finished but I did do it, and will take it for longer and in deeper as we progress. Not sure if it is enough for me to be able to wear the jeans but have more time before we go out to take it more and sure will become a regular thing. I know I like to be on all fours with Sir behind, and feeling him playing with me and entering me.

Crisco is great stuff for fisting but it is a bugger to get rid of that greasy feeling! Which I had to do cause Sir didn’t want me to get his rope greasy, so any grease and no rope bondage. I got rid of it and got the rope! An amazing rope body harness with just one knot, and being restrained in sitting position with hands tied up to a bamboo tripod, with feet lashed together. Now what does a pup do when his Sir then decides that is the time he wants to tickle you? Well, the same thing as when he decides it is also the right time to see how your training in CBT is going. Show him you are a good pup! Esp when he has been giving you a treat by getting the rope round your body to vibrate and touching you gently where all pups like to be touched!

Sir went to go and finish dinner off and thought I should take 10 mins to relax before Martin arrived. Kept the rope harness on but camos and t-shirt on top. Nice combination knowing you can wear rope under everyday clothes.

Had a great time when Martin arrived, really good social evening with the three of us. Nice meal and watching good film. Nice and relaxing. But ska did make an appearance and in keeping with the mood. As Sir and Martin were relaxing on the sofa, ska was in the rope harness, with his chain and tag, at their feet being rubbed and stroked and licking and nuzzling back. Sometimes lying at their feet with their boots resting on top of him and sometimes having a good sniff. They were watching a film which ska didn’t notice, he was in puppy heaven with his Sir and Martin. No specific games or tasks, just enjoying pup space and ska time. Things are never absolutely perfect and did make a mistake. Didn’t know I had done but I did. With pup play I occasionally like to bite and like to guard Sir. Well have learnt not to bite Martin so hard and that don’t need to guard to Sir from his own boyfriend! He is allowed to disagree with Sir! Only being playful but ska mustn’t play roughly, needs to be more thoughtful.

Then it was off to my cage for a good night’s sleep. This is when Sir showed me how much he cares and looks after me, even when I don’t know it. I was asleep in my cage when Sir was suddenly in front of me, waking me up. Sir had heard me having a bad dream and was worried about me. I don’t remember it at all, but Sir stayed with me until he was sure I was ok and then went back to bed. I went back to sleep feeling even more secure cause I know I have the worlds best owner.

Next time Sir woke me up he told me to come out the cage I though I was going to be able to sleep at the foot of his bed but I didn’t sleep there. Sir let me get into his bed with him and surprise surprise Martin was there! Woof woof woof woof. What a great way to finish a weekend. Tangle of Sir, a sexy two-leg and a pup. Lot of kissing and cuddling and licking. After about half an hour of this, Sir said that this was one of the times Ska was allowed to cum. With Sir and Martin. Thank you Sir and thank you Martin. Talk about horny and sexy.

I had to be gone by 9 as had to be back in Southport for 3pm, and I did leave as a very happy pup with a loving Sir who has a great bf. It was a great weekend but too short! Can’t wait for the next weekend. Woof woof woof woof woof and a woof to Sir!

Although Ska had no specific times set aside or specific tasks on this trip he had the best thing there is. Being a pup with his Sir.

Ps was one bad incident caused by wilful disobedience, but not by ska. It was ska’s car which was very badly behaved. As it was a cold day when left started car to warm it up, shut the door after had opened the bonnet to check oil and water. At that point the car decided to engage its central locking. So there ska is, with his car running with the keys locked inside. Has rear windows which pop open (is 3 doors) and borrowed claw hammer to put edge under to pop it open. That didn’t happen. The window shattered. Therefore no rear window. Drive back with no rear window, with temperatures just above freezing for 5 hours on the motorway, makes for a very cold journey! Cold!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But Sir did give Ska a bag of chocolate buttons for the journey home and Ska was full of hot fresh scotch pancakes which Martin had made for breakfast.