Ska's tale 7

Ska in seventh heaven

Ska’s next weekend with Sir started on an inauspicious date, Friday the 13th! It was not an outing into a nightmare but instead another heavenly time, ska’s 7th in fact. It began with a good start as instead of travelling down on Friday and coming back on Sunday night, I was travelling back first thing Monday morning, so I got to spend another night with Sir.

Friday 13th

I got to Sir’s at about 5.30pm after my trip down, I seem to have developed a homing instinct to Sir’s and the journey flies by. Sir had to go out to a meeting of his dog agility training group (canine ones not pup ones) at 7pm so was only time for a good chat and dinner before he went out. Well almost, always have the odd punishment which I need to get out the way and this weekend was no different. So had first of my three punishments for the weekend, 25 strokes of the cane and delivered expertly as expected. Sir then went out and I had a busy evening planned. Knew Sir was going to be back by 9.30pm and I had a list of household tasks to do to help Sir around his flat, didn’t all have to be done that night as had to make sure I was ready for Sir when Sir he got back. Got a lot done and just as I was ready, Sir comes through the door.

After a chat and a rub from Sir, got my second punishment out of the way. The cane once again but not as many strokes this time but also time for Sir to check that I had learnt the first of my memory tests, Pi to 50 places. Learnt this a while ago but Sir likes to know that I always have it remembered it for him or pay the price. It is imprinted on my brain and got it right as I hoped I would do.

Sir had told me advance that my cunt was going to be getting a lot of use this weekend and true to his word Sir did one of the things that I love him to do best. Mounted me. As usual it was perfect, orgasm for me but hard work as was still in the cb3k which had been wearing since 31st December. Hard work because my dick was trying to get an erection in a device specifically designed to prevent it. Makes you sore and throbbing after a while! But horny as hell and a real pup in heat.

But I didn’t have to worry about anything, as am only in cb3k when am not with Sir, as he likes full access to all of me so he can do what he wants. And that always works out best for me too!

Was time for collar together with mitts, harness, ankle restraints and tail to come out for me to wear. Yep, time for Ska the pup to come out and play and spend some quality time with Sir curled up at his feet, giving Sir a good sniff and lick and get some great rubz back from Sir. But more importantly the sense of well being and security that only your Sir can give and is the most valuable gift any pup could wish for.

After a great night it was time for bed, Sir to his bed and me to Sir’s cage, a great place to sleep. Esp with a tail in all night. Having worn my tail a lot recently have learnt that if you wear it over night is best to wear some underpants on to protect your tail and make sure you don’t damage it if you are in a position to turn in the night. As ska doesn’t have opposable thumbs Sir had to help ska on with them. Into the cage and off to dream pup dreams.

Saturday 14th

Ska wakes up with a view of Sir, a good way to start the day and an invitation to lie by Sir’s bed while he had a lie in. a good place to be and even better after a couple of hours when Sir lets you in for a bit to curl up next to him. All pups like warmth and if that warmth comes from Sir, it is a delicious sensation. But everyone has to get up in the end and particularly if there is busy day planned, which this was.

After making Sir breakfast (and mine from my bowl) and having a stretch (always good after being a pup for a while) was time for my tail to come out. Had been wearing it for 11 ½ hours! But still felt very comfortable and right to wear, felt a little loss as I took it out.

I had the third part of my punishment to be dealt with which was for a more serious offence of not calling Sir “Sir” on my last visit. Something had never done before and hadn’t been aware had done it, but done it I had. One of the things that makes me very proud of Sir is that he always willing to learn from me and indeed expects me to share my thoughts and skills so that we can both grow. Some people don’t want top learn from pups/subs but I think that is short sighted, why not use our experience? When I do it, always seems to work. One of the things I have introduced Sir to is using boots in a more active way than just admiring, licking and cleaning (all of which I do). And that involves some kicking and stomping, like flogging something to explore carefully and safely. And like flogging the more you know, the more you can do. Sir is a very fast learner and is becoming as skilful with his boots as he is with a flogger. This was to be my punishment, to get a specific number of kicks from Sir (apart from the warm up kicks and those just for fun-for us both).

Once that was out of the way (after lunch-from my bowl again), which seemed too quick, Sir had planned for some rope bondage and photographs! Sir is planning to run a rope bondage workshop and needed illustrations for his notes. There was only a limited time for this as a fair few pictures needed doing and I had an appointment I had to get to at 4pm. But it is always good to be in rope and great to see the results in print too.

Sir has a dog trainer uniform of black working pants, tie, uniform shirt, cap and badge and epaulettes, which Sir put on for the session. Ska also now has the same uniform (apart from cap and diff epaulettes-a present from Sir which says ska as opposed to Sir’s which say DOGTRAINER1974). And I was to be restrained in this and am very happy to say it was a great time, apart from the end when I let Sir down. It was also particularly embarrassing and shameful for me.

I am also a bootboi as well as being a pup and am always proud of my boots (20 hole DMs) and make sure they are looking their best. When Sir had me in a hog tie position, Sir saw chewing gum on the sole of my boot. It was worse still than that, as we were short on time, Sir had to remove it. I got rightfully told off and punished by Sir, but I felt very guilty and my balls and body only got what I deserved. It won’t ever happen again!

When the photos were finished it was time to get ready for appointment, which Sir was going to accompany me too. On with some different clothes and in with a butt plug. Into my car with Sir and driving to Portsmouth. As a rule I walk to Sir’s left and being sat to Sir’s right (right hand drive in UK don’t forget) felt odd for us both. But not for too long as we soon arrived and parked.

Some time ago I got a barcode tattoo done at the base of my spine and this appointment was to get a second tattoo done. A Celtic knot work band on my right bicep with Ska in the middle. Designed by Sir and worn now by me with pride. It was my request that I got it done but was something that I knew Sir liked. It took 2 ½ hours to be done at very reasonable price of £130. Was strange but the parts that the tattooist said would hurt, didn’t and he said wouldn’t, did. But it was an excellent end result as the chap is an absolute expert and artist. It was a good time as Sir, the artist and I chatted as it was being done and I think we all found it quite a pleasant afternoon.

We got back shortly after 7pm and was time to sort out dinner and other important things. The most pressing of which was to take Sir’s dog, Beaudi, for a walk. She has just recovered from a bad injury and am pleased to say is doing very well, but has to take here walks carefully. So we combined getting dinner with the walk, picking up a Chinese takeaway while taking Beaudi with us.

Sir had invited a friend over, fudgepup, to go out with a drink with us and he arrived at 9pm. Have talked to fudge on-line and am pleased to say he is as nice face to face as he is on yahoo. We went for a great drink, with me sat at Sir’s feet as he and fudge sat on the seats. Always makes the locals look twice! Seeing a skinhead sat at the feet of another skinhead, stroking his head.

We got back and was chance to ska to prove himself a worthy pup by showing he had learnt his second memory test. A hideously complex table of shapes, colours, letters and numbers which ska had to answer questions about and do sums from and spell words by reference to all the variables. I got 9 ½ out of ten and for the ½ I got wrong I was given 5 strokes of the cane. Over fudge’s knee so he got a good view! Was a brave pup and behaved myself but fudge also wanted to see how hard I got caned, so Sir obliged! By this time was very late so time for Sir to bed and fudge to the sofa bed and me to the cage and so to sleep.



Sunday 15th

I didn’t get woken up by Sir this morning but by fudge who stroked my head till I woke up and then Sir came in and stroked me too. Out of the cage and time for breakfast, me cooking obviously and good talk with Sir and fudge. Fudge had to go soon, leaving just me and Sir. Woof woof woof woof woof woof! Sir was fairly tired and was going to lie down. But I was coming with him with an instruction. To give him a good massage and lick all over. Which I did and had the great joy of making Sir cum and tasting and feeling all of him.

After that Sir introduced me to dinner and I mean introduced. We were having pheasant, which I was going to cook. It was a whole pheasant, head, feet, feathers and everything. Sir is a strong and brave man, unlike the little pup I am and he prepared it immaculately. There was a need to have some shopping done and I volunteered to do it while Sir did some other jobs. So off to tesco’s then homebase but was back after about and 1 ½ to be with Sir,

It was very hard work! Was constantly being turned on and stimulated. Not by shopping of course but by the leather chastity belt and butt plug I had in, under my clothes. When I got back, I stripped to the belt and made Sir lunch and then started on some more housework, think I did a satisfactory job but got stopped by Sir and taken to the play room.

On with a head harness and gag and blindfold, arm and shoulder restraint too. Not been expecting this and came as an amazing and brilliant surprise. In the cage out of the cage, tantalised and ignored, stimulated and worked hard, caressed and at Sir’s mercy. Was another punishment so not all good news for me. I had called Sir “Sir” when the back door from the kitchen in the garden was open, something I am forbidden from doing and quite rightly so.

It was beyond words but in a sense you can understand ska had a multiple orgasm from ska being fucked by Sir with all his skill and might. If you’ll excuse this phrase from a pup, I was as weak as kitten. And I was like this because of the pleasure Sir wanted me to feel. He really is the best Sir in the world. Because after all the feelings he had let me enjoy he gave me a rub and a kiss.

Back in with the plug and time for a bit of domesticity. To cook pheasant, roast and mashed potato, broccoli, carrots, stuffing and gravy. Followed by hot chocolate fudge cake (which we never got round to). Sir carved and we had a great meal and night. Meal like that is hard to have from a bowl so I was allowed a seat at the table and when we had finished, I sat at Sir’s feet and we talked.

After I had cleared and washed up Sir said we needed to redo one or two of the pictures for his course so I got changed into my uniform and we had some more rope to enjoy (with the plug and chastity belt underneath). Once they were done I stripped again and after 11 hours the plug came out.

I am trying to learn how to take more cbt and sir had me naked to do the final pics of cock and ball bondage. And then some fairly heavy ball bashing for me. Some of you guys may be able to take a lot more than I can but am quite proud of how much more I was able to take then as against what I have taken before. And one more thing, got fucked by Sir again but with a difference. I grew and developed. When Sir fucks me, it is so intense that find it hard to think a great deal and the orgasm is so much on my mind that it controls me.

This time it was different. I put Sir first completely, was one of the hardest things I have done to put my feelings and needs behind me. It took effort and was very difficult but I gave myself up to Sir completely. It changed me and I know I am better for it. I am a better pup and better positioned to be a proud possession of my Sir.

Things then took a strange turn for me. Or not so strange as I know Sir cares about me and looks after me. I had an early start and a long drive, followed by a full day at work. Sir said I should sleep on the sofa bed to get the best sleep I could. Not slept in a bed for months, I sleep on the floor at home, as a pup. Felt strange but I slept well.

Monday 16th

Sir was working early and was leaving at 6am but would be back at 7.30am for a bit. He didn’t wake me as he left but just as he got back, so I could get a bit more sleep. He really is amazing. I got up and dressed and said goodbye to Sir (after playing hunt the butt plug, which I had put back in the wrong place after cleaning it), who gave me a snack to take with me for breakfast and went to my car to drive home. Or at least to one of them. Matt may live 270 miles away but ska lives somewhere else.

Ska has a link that is less than a micron thick to his Sir, because Sir is always with ska and ska knows he can ask his Sir for his help and will always give anything Sir wants.

Ska
xxx

PS with a tail or plug in I can’t piss, even after many hours. On my way home though I had to stop every hour to do so. Is that a case of marking my scent on my trail?