Ska's tale 6.5

Ska 6.5

I know the title sounds like an awful software upgrade for a computer and that makes it really rather appropriate, not the awful part but the upgrade bit.

All good Sir/pup relationships and all in fact all relationships need to constantly develop and grow, if they don’t then they stagnate and die. This is the case with Sir and me, particularly as Sir has a boyfriend. This means that Sir/Sir’s boyfriend/Ska mixture is always developing. It is a healthy thing and maintains things as they should be. Communication is the most important part as it stops any minor misunderstandings snowballing into major problems.

This is of course the case with Sir and me, I am very proud to know how much Sir takes care of me and he knows how important he is to me. We have a bond I think that is very strong, different to that with his boyfriend, but strong in a different way.

This is a rather roundabout way of getting onto what this tale is about but it is important as not only to things emotionally change in this world but so does the physical. Am not talking about the things that Sir and ska get up to (you have read most of those in my other tales), although those do change and grow as well but ska’s physical link to Sir.

As you know Sir lives along way from ska (5 ½ hours) but I am lucky enough to have a couple of physical reminders (above my own mental ones) that I am Sir’s pup. Namely my tattoo and the padlocked chain around my neck with my ID tag attached.

I love these and they are very important to me when I am not with Sir, I can look at them and see and feel them. Now have two more. One expected and one a surprise. Both will help me serve Sir better.

As you may have gathered ska is not a dog but a bitch pup i.e. I always take a passive role and am only ever a fuckee as opposed to a fucker. When I get fucked or played with it is my cunt that Sir uses. Just so happens that I have a cock and balls as well that mean I can cum too.

Well not cum that much, for many weeks before Christmas I was forbidden from wanking and apart from one occasion (with Sir’s kind permission) didn’t cum at all. I did it by self control and no physical restraint, just will power. I am proud to say that I didn’t wank once. As you will know from reading my tales, I was rewarded by enjoying the most intense orgasms I have ever had in my life. I got these through being fucked by Sir, who apart from being huge definitely knows how to use his equipment to the hilt. They are so much stronger than the pale ones you get from wanking, a different league. If you haven’t had one you can’t understand what I mean, if you have I know you will agree. You don’t cum but get the exhilaration and rush that leaved you quite drained and a weak as a kitten (or should that be pup)

I have worn for Sir, as a reprimand for misbehaviour before I met him, to wear a cb3000 chastity device for 2 weeks. It sent me wild and made me very frustrated. So sexually stimulated and horny that I was like a bitch in heat when I met Sir. And think I behaved like one, am happy to say. That is how I describe how I am feeling when I am horny now, that ska is in heat. And it is my cunt that is used to stimulate me.

That is really my best way to have a really good sexual time, to forget thinking with my dick but let my Sir do my thinking for me. And I know where his thoughts lead generally! It was agreed that from 1st January 2006 I was going to wear my cb3000 for 3 months as a trial period and only have my cock and balls accessed for Sir’s use and for his delights!

The reasons for this were many fold:-

Firstly not cuming makes sure ska is in heat big style when he is with Sir.
Secondly ska gets the most pleasure when he is getting his cunt used and not his cock
Thirdly as ska is a bitch pup, that is how it should be
Fourthly it is a good constant reminder of the fact that ska is Sir’s pup
Finally Sir has power to do what he wants!

It is different being in cb3000 as opposed to just using willpower. A cb3000 by its very nature stimulates you all the time. It rubs your cock and if you try to get erect, presses it hard against the plastic. Makes you very, very pent up and desperate to play with yourself. Except you can’t! It gives the desire and takes away the ability to perform. After just 2 days am already desperate to get a release and orgasm but I know I won’t yet. Not until I see Sir next. And I know I’ll only get it from Sir mounting ska. Woof woof woof, excited bark because that is what I like. But I know that as will be so much in heat by then it will be amazing and I will be able to serve Sir better as a result. I know what it is like normally but when I see Sir next I will be desperate for every touch and stroke that Sir gives and unwilling to risk the worst punishment, being ignored.

So cb3000 will break me of the control that my cock exercises over me and put me the control of my cunt, which is definitely at Sir’s mercy. Sir has control over both but it is only ever Sir has managed to make me orgasm through fucking. That is only one of his many talents. I am his bitch pup and aim to behave as one for him.

The other surprise change, which is a really really good one, but makes it harder to be in the cb3000, is my tail. I recently bought my own tail and only wore it when I was with Sir. He told me yesterday that I could wear it last night, all night. I did, for 9 hours. Hard work and amazing feel to have it in for so long, esp when taking it out! But did make me so hard in the cb3000 that it almost hurt after a while. But ska loves his tail and is kind of Sir to let him wear it.

In fact ska has to wear his tail now for at least an hour a day, and Sir has told him that this will increase over time i.e. two hours and then three hours etc
Am in fact trying to work out if can wear it under my clothes when have to those ordinary boring day to day things. So you never know that ska might have his tail in more or less permanently at some point in the future. The more time the better!

So ska has his tail for him to wear, his chain and tag, his tattoo and is in cb3000 for at least three months (note the least, may be longer!) what more could I want. The answer is nothing.

To be honest that is not quite true, I could do without all of those if I had to cause I have the most important thing there is, without which those things mean nothing to me. My Sir. The kindest and most caring Sir there is (and if that sounds a bit vanilla, he is also the most perverted and kinky one too!). Woof woof Sir, a big lick for you and my only wish is to be at your feet gently nuzzling you as you stroke me. What better place for a pup is there, than by his Sir?