Ska's tale 6

Ska’s tale 6

Just 5 days after ska’s last visit to Sir, I got to go down again for the weekend of 16th December 2005. Small difference this time was that I was travelling down to Martin’s house, Sir’s boyfriend.

Friday
This particular Friday I was very tired after a very hard couple of days at work when had been doing some silly hours and found myself a little apprehensive about travelling down. Mixture of things I think, being tired and knowing tend to make more mistakes when am tired and that is when I disappoint Sir but mixed with the fact that hadn’t seen Martin for a while (and I had unwittingly hurt Martin’s feelings last time I was down), was meeting Sir’s friends for the first time in social situation with him and Martin and was also worried about Sir.

Beaudi hadn’t been recovering as well as Sir had been hoping and I know (and you will too if you read Ska 5) that this was really praying on his mind. Hadn’t been sleeping well, was tense and knew he hadn’t been eating properly. What does a pup do when Sir is not feeling good, my view is just to be there for him if he needs you.

But all in all was feeling tense and apprehensive about the weekend but still had my normal excitement at the prospect of seeing Sir and spending time with him. The two negative feelings were not about Sir but about the set up of the weekend and whether it would be difficult in other ways or spoil Sir’s time or even mean I would not be at my best for Sir.

I like to be honest in my tales and do know life isn’t always roses and picnics (or chocolate buttons and rubz) but always try to make sure you know there is a happy ending, which there is. Still things to address and resolve but time works those out. But back to the weekend.

I arrived at Martin’s and he answered the door, looking little flushed I must say. And with good reason as he and Sir had been having a canoodle and am very glad to say he went back upstairs and I followed him and the three of us had a bit of fun (well actually quite a lot). Picture the most sexy, gorgeous man you can think of (my Sir) and having a lot of sexy time with him as he lies on the bed, and even better his sexy b/f is there as well. They were both naked and have to say had amazing time even though kept all my clothes on! My tongue was naked though, if busy.

All too soon the doorbell rang and the first of the guests arrived. One by one they all arrived. All gorgeous sexy men in dif ways for a nice relaxing evening with a Chinese and few games after (and no not an orgy but jenga and trivial pursuits). Sir seemed to relax and Martin and I got on well, as I did with Sir’s friends. Very pleased to say Sir won the trivial pursuits! After many hours was time for them to depart and think can say everyone had a great evening.

Time for bed, Sir was staying on the sofa to watch Beaudi who was still fragile and Martin in his room and me in the spare. Was one of the first times that had been in a bed for ages (normally sleep on the floor, even at home-reminds me am Sir’s pup and keeps me close to him even when am far away). I slept like the dead and needed the rest. I know I am in a slightly unusual situation in that my Sir has a b/f and am his pup but not an equal to either and I fulfil a diff role to that of Martin. They are a couple and I am the property of Sir. He cares for me and looks after me, and it is permanent, but I need to respect his relationship and know my place within the triangle.

Saturday

I stayed in bed for quite along time, keeping in the background so Sir and Martin could spend time by themselves and just be the fabulous couple they are. But I am part of Sir and a friend I hope to Martin and am involved with the two of them, if in different ways. The time with three of us is valuable to me and was nice to be asked to climb in bed with them for another cuddle and time to be physically close. It is a special experience and I enjoy it, as I like Martin but also cause means a bit more time with Sir. It is hard to explain unless you have been in a similar situation, in which case you know how I feel and if you haven’t, I can’t put it into words that express it properly.

Time to get up and have breakfast, in my case coffee and time for me to show I had learned my task. I have had now had four memory tasks to learn to date. Pi to 32 places, Pi to 50 places and last time a series of 9 coloured shapes to learn (their relationship to each other and layout). This time had 16 more complicated shapes to learn, set out 4x4. If I get them all right I get a reward, if I get them wrong a punishment based on how many were wrong. This lot were hard to learn and I got 3 wrong, punishment 30 strokes of the cane with 5 warm ups. Hard work and painful. But that is what I like! Am a kinky, pervy, filthy minded pup and sub after all. But that punishment came later.

We were going to Hoist that night (Sir, Martin, a friend of theirs and me) but was time to go to Sir’s as were things to do. Sir and I both had our cars with us and therefore drove separately, me following Sir in my car as closely as Ska follows Sir around the flat. Except don’t follow him in the flat at that sort of speed, don’t think my knees would cope.

When we got back we had a chat and spent time just talking, Sir had a friend from work popping in for a drink so tidied up a bit whilst Sir did some stuff on his computer.

The doorbell rings and in walks a tall sexy bloke and after introducing us Sir uses that lovely old phrase “Don’t worry, he’s family, ska”. Immediately know is not only a sexy gay guy but poss a kinky one too! Turns out he is a kinky on at heart I think, no experience but def has the mindset for it. All 3 of us talked and had lunch and Sir showed his playroom and talked about different areas of perv play and fetishes and I gave the insight from a sub/pup point of view and explained how it makes me feel.

No play with him just talking and showing him things that can be unexpected. Think quite surprised when we talked about boots and stomping and Sir showed him by standing on me. But he understood all the diff areas (seemed fascinated by some things) and was good to talk. Was very proud of my Sir to hear him talk, reminds me of how good he is at what he does and how he helps people. Think we def have a convert from the world of vanilla in this bloke, and a good catch he is too.

Sir really perked up talking about all this stuff and as was a bit tired he had a general relax whilst I said I would make dinner. Needed to go shopping first for a few things and start on dinner (curry this time with some Indian bites before hand). Martin arrived in advance of going to the Hoist and he and Sir spent some time together whilst I finished off the meal. Was nice meal with the three of us, although I always cook too much food. Washed up (broke a glass) and sorted boots out before Sir’s and Martin’s friend arrived to go to Hoist.

He did arrive and we all got changed into very sexy black leather. The three of them in black leather trousers and shirts, Sir topped off with Muir cap, 19” wescos and the look of an angel that has discovered sin as a vocation. I was in tight leather trousers and a harness, looking fairly good. The collar and wrist cuffs were to be padlocked on me when we got to Hoist and short lead put on to lead me round. Quite a long drive but good four way chat on the way before we arrived in London.

We got there and had few drinks and a chat, met 2 of Sir’s friends, Tiemeup (a really nice bloke) and his b/f Scampuk (an unbelievably cute pup) before we split up for a wonder. Me with Sir of course. Spent some good time at his boots showing I know how to use my tongue, from my level on the floor know fair few guys stopped to watch. Then up against the wall with Sir’s hands holding me, and on my throat, in my mouth, using my nipples and kissing me too. Wow! After a wander needed to put my glass back at the bar so did so and Sir said to follow when had done so. Then I lost Sir!

Panic. Am very experienced at clubs and aren’t many things haven’t done in them and can hold my own against the best of them, basically can be a tart at heart but am now Sir’s pup. So felt lost without him and the predatory looks I got made feel uncomfortable and nervous, cause I didn’t have my Sir. Didn’t feel whole, made me think how things would be if didn’t have him.

After about 15 mins of ever increasing frantic scurrying found Sir with friends, boy was I relieved. Sir linked my cuffs together for about 30 mins whilst we all talked, so was restricted and it felt good for Sir to do it. Sir was going for a walk to chat to some friends and left me with Scamp to chat for a bit, nice to talk as one pup to another esp with somebody so nice, big lick to you Scamp. Sir came back after a while and had lot of fun, by this point nipples were very hard and a little sore from all their work by Sir. But Sit used ice to cool them and me down, amazing the effect it could have on me esp when is covering other parts of your body and dripping into your crotch.

I spent some time on my knees resting my head in Sir’ lap, which felt right and good as did the time on all fours with Sir’s boots pressing into me as Sir chatted. I know my place as a pup, at Sir’s feet and beck and call.

The best Sirs there have gear attached to their belts to use on pups/subs, as my Sir did, Tiemeup had one very nice piece of kit on his belt (in particular as it was all great). A leather interrogation hood, which I was allowed to wear for quite along time whilst at Sir’s feet, no sense of sight, little hearing and just the smell of leather and Sir’s touch. Very intense feeling even though very easy to breath with it on, does isolate you completely and concentrate on your remaining senses. Also concentrates your mind as to who is in control. As it was my divinely wicked Sir, knew I was ultimately safe if likely needing to expect the unexpected.

It was a good time and cool to see so many great looking guys, have a play in public and chat with a fellow pup (and a good woof with a friendly lick thrown in).

After all to short a period (many hours in fact) it was time to head off home, stopping only so we could consume huge amounts of food as we were all feeling rather peckish, if you’ll excuse the unintentional pun, I wolfed mine down.

On way home I did something which I have memory of at all, but Sir is certain I did. In a group conversation actually called him by his real name, which I am not allowed to do without prior permission. I take Sir’s word for this and am shocked at myself for doing so. Always call him Sir and is sometimes an effort to remember that sometimes I don’t call him Sir in situations, like outside his front door for example. But I know this will never happen again, and I most thoroughly deserve any punishment I receive for this.

Felt really bad about this when Sir told me later what I had done and went to bed with the guilt on my mind. I know can be worse things to do (and have done them) but did mean I became subject to a little pup paranoia as I went to sleep. By the morning was a little bit more paranoid which Sir sensed as was quite quiet. Sir asked if I was ok and said I was as knew just needed to get it out of my system. Was probably because of a late night and busy weekend. Even though got up very late so had had a good sleep, did feel a bit tired and once I had woken up properly, I felt normal self. Giving Sir’s boots a good clean certainly made me feel my normal (if pervy) self

Sir, Martin and I had brunch before Martin had to set off home. I felt a little easier though as things over the weekend had gone well with Martin I thought. We had had a good time talking and had seemed to forgive me from the last time had seen him, although then didn’t know there was a problem until I had left.

Once martin had gone Sir decided to one final bit of rearranging, which was to move the cage. This was a good move as far as I was concerned as would give a bit more space for Sir to move around during sessions and also avoid a draught from a vent down by the floor making pups cold a night (have blankets too but sometimes get a draft if is really windy or cold).

Was now the chance for a bit of pup time and on went the collar, mitts, ball stretcher, and ankle restraints plus Sir’s very nice hood with muzzle and ears. Very form fitting and feels great, also in the first time was my very own tail. Have previously been lent one by Sir but this new one felt really good and was bit of a surprise as is quite a big plug on it. Def can feel it when it is in and know it is not going to fall out!

A bit of time with Sir giving me a rub and then time for us both to have a nap. Sir in the bed and me on the floor with chain from the bedpost to my balls to make sure don’t wander off. Heavy chain so not going anywhere. After a good sleep Sir let me climb onto the bed for a rub and a nuzzle. As chain was still attached to my balls, had to get up with care. After a while Sir got up and I had an explore round the bed, till I decided to get off the bed. Foolishly deciding to get off on the opposite side to the one I climbed up on. This meant chain was stretched to its limit and had me dangling by my balls. Quite an experience (and a good one too in some ways -got me ready for later on) after climbing back up and getting down the other side, Sir undid the chain and I followed him to the play room.

Sir instructed me to be in the inspection position with my paws right up to base of the bars of the cage. Sir then secured my paws to the bars and ran a rope from the front of the collar to either end of the cage keeping my head up and straight, then ran a rope from my balls to the bars of the cage. This meant I couldn’t move away from the cage and had to maintain the inspection position or have my balls well stretched.

Then felt Sir ease my tail out and ease himself in me instead. As always it is an exhilarating experience to be mounted by Sir but heightened this time by the fact was being completely controlled in my movements and position and was totally in ska’s persona. It was also really good to feel the leather on me from Sir’s chaps and vest, as well as that my balls were getting one hell of a stretch which only added to the stretch I was getting inside.

After Sir was finished, the tail was put straight back in and Sir went out of the room. To do what I don’t know as I was still tied up to the cage. Was like that for quite a while and it felt good too. Thinking time for ska to remember how lucky he is, also how good his body was feeling and how much fun it was to be kept like this.

Sir came back and untied ska, saying was time for pup time to finish as Sir wanted to try some rope work and other stuff, which wasn’t for ska but for matt or sc72. So off came the leather and on went the rope.

Hands well restrained behind my back, arms restrained against side of my chest, ankles secured together and then with knees bent attached to waist harness that ended up around my ball so whenever tried to straighten my legs, my balls got pulled. Seemed to have become a bit of a theme for the day, getting my balls stretched! Was now the third occasion of prolonged stretching. Also had rope blindfold and gag.

Was a very good reason was kept restrained in rope, apart form the fact that looks good and feels fantastic, Sir wanted to do some work with wax. Like wax and have tried it a fair bit in the past and enjoyed it. Sir has a diff technique to that have experienced before which makes it more intense and have to work harder, instead of just lying back and letting the top do all the hard work. Previously have had it concentrated on specific areas of my body for quite lengths of time before moving on to a new area. Sir moves very quickly between parts of the body, spending short times on an area before moving away, but later returning back to them for more wax.

Was enjoyable and ended up splattered with wax from neck down, esp my nipples which found it quite painful as were well worked over by this time. Just let the shock and stinging of the wax flow over me and treat it as general experience to be enjoyed, instead of feeling each drip of wax as it landed on a different part of my body.

After had used about ¾ of the candle it was time for me to go so Sir undid me from the rope and I rubbed my aching balls! Was covered in wax and although am not that hairy have enough for the wax to sticking to me really well. Got a vigorous rub from Sir to break most of it up and clear off the rest at home. After tidying up and sorting my stuff was time to go off and that is what I did after saying goodbye to Sir.

So how was the weekend as a whole? Knew it was going to be a social weekend and enjoyed it, the apprehension I felt beforehand had mostly gone and I think some issues been resolved. Certainly left a happy (if wax covered) pup knowing that Sir may have the look of a fallen angel, with a smile that could make even a statue blush but I am his pup and as perfect as he is, his most important quality is that he is a very forgiving and understanding man. Perfect for a pup like me then who still has a lot to learn!

Merry Christmas and a happy new year to you all. Keep an eye out for an extra tale on 1st Jan 2006. Not with Sir before then (don’t know when I m seeing him next yet) but is change taking place on 31st December 2005 which is at Sir’s behest.