Ska-a pup with two tales

Ska –a pup with two tales

Well Ska is as happy as a pup with two tails, or two of whatever a pup would want and can now write the second part of his tale.

He was lucky enough to be asked to go and stay with Sir for the weekend of 7th October 2005 for some more training and a good weekend with an added twist. So here is Ska’s blog of the weekend.

Friday

Agreed Ska would arrive at Sir’s house for between 5pm and 6pm which meant leaving at about 12.30pm for the drive down. Unfortunately started off badly as I got delayed and didn’t leave until 1pm. Then events conspired against me with heavy traffic and having to the suffer fools who decide to clog the road on a Friday evening, matched up with my taking a wrong turning. This meant being an 1½ hours late for Sir and Sir not being best pleased! The plan for the evening had been to get a bite to eat, go out for a drink and come back for a good wholesome time between Sir and Ska! (or something similar. Maybe not the wholesome). Given the delay caused by Ska, this meant he only got a brief physical inspection by Sir before had to start on dinner. But once that was out the way did get the chance to show Sir few more things about boots and how to use them (hopefully on Ska, but not as a pup just as sub cause can involve some hard kicking and the like and Sir doesn’t like to be unnecessarily cruel to his pup, but doesn’t mind doing it to the man behind the pup). After pressing Sir’s Ben Sherman shirt, both went out for a drink in bleachers, boots and appropriately cropped hair -in other words two nice looking Skinheads. Was nice drink but did manage to find a night in Portsmouth where the campness quotient was so high that even Graham Norton would have found it bit much. All for freedom for people to be as they want, but come on guys please cut out some of the limp wrists and lisps, esp when your hair is oh so carefully styled and spikey-got to be a little bit male. But enough of the rant, was nice drink and esp when got to sit at Sir’s feet and get my head and neck stroked. Turned a few heads.

On the way home came something I knew would happen but didn’t know when or where Sir would make me do it. He took me to the beach, told me to take of my boots, roll my bleachers up and stand in the sea and do it for him there and then. Had had a week to prepare for it so I was confident of getting it right, had been practising hard so could do it effortlessly and please Sir. What was this I hear you ask. Well was to learn Pi to 32 digits. However I had learnt it in series of 4 numbers and Sir wanted it in series of 5. simple memory test for a sub to learn. And I had learnt the wrong way and recited it incorrectly. Walked back up the gravel and shell beach (ouch)and got back in the car to go home. Had failed a test, showed Sir I knew the number but in the wrong format, would have to relearn it overnight how he wanted it. Or face a worse punishment.

Got back to Sir’s and even though got Pi wrong, still allowed to have collar and mitts on and for Sir and Ska to have a bit of a boisterous play before off to the cage to curl up.

And the best bit of the day for Ska, Ska got his tag saying “Ska� and on the other side “trained by Dogtrainer1974� and attached by Sir on a great steel chain with padlock to keep it on (Ska still wears it and is now on permanently- woof woof). And why this new tag for Ska. Well the first thing Ska did when he arrived with Sir was to sign a contract binding himself to Sir as Sir’s pup and property. So Ska is now well and truly an owned pup, and very happy. Tomorrow was to be another step in that, but more later.

Saturday

After a very happy night asleep in the cage (although Ska did have to use the litter tray to wee during the night) Sir let Ska out so he could be chained to the foot of Sir’s bed and nap while Sir had a lie in, one of Ska’s favourite locations.

The mornings play had be tailored round an appointment for me in the afternoon which would mean one or two activities would be out of the question after that until Ska’s next trip down.

So after breakfast we took Sir’s canine dog for a walk in the woods and lo and behold saw something that had featured in Ska’s last visit. Nettles. Being to good an opportunity to miss, got flogged on the back and arse with them which gave a warm if itchy feeling for me, but a good basis for what we did when we got back. Was time for some flogging with some of the ones in Sir’s collection with me restrained to a St Andrews cross. Was some of the hardest flogging that Sir has done and some of the hardest I have received, did have tears in my eyes and was very painful. But because Sir is damned good at it and I know how to take it, was very rewarding for us both, although the most important is what you do after, namely lot of encouragement, reward and comforting. That is what makes it a sexual experience and not just someone hitting you.

Time to get ready for a trip into town for lunch and my appointment. Sir looking very sexy in his dog trainer’s uniform and me just as me! After to lunch went for quick drink because we were early for the appointment with the tattooist. Had earlier asked if it would be OK for me to have tattoo of Ska’s SLRN barcode on the base of my back. Sir I think was pleased and after agreeing the design and arranging an appointment, it was all set up. Sir agreed that he would go with me and wait whilst I had it done. Best way to describe it (had been told was very painful area to be tattooed) is that it is like being stung with an electric nettle (if they ever invent one) and although it was painful it was no where near the level of what I had taken early-cheers to Sir for the warm up. Surprised the chap was doing it how little the pain affected me, but then again he wasn’t to know that I like dealing with pain. He asked what the origin of the barcode was so told him it was an ID thing you can get online (sort of true!). He really liked it himself and asked if he could photograph it, which we agreed to.

Does look good and am proud to have it, think Sir like it too. Did mean no more flogging round there or work on that area as takes about a week to heal and tat can be damaged or get infected-best avoided.

We were then meeting Sir’s boyfriend for a bite to eat and the pictures. Martin was also staying over. Got home and Sir and Martin popped off to get dinner whilst Ska tidied up and laid table. Had a chat with Martin just for us to get things straight between all of us, cause can be hard work (but worth it) to make sure this sort of thing works for all three of us and doesn’t damage Sir’s and Martin’s relationship, just make it stronger. And also work out Ska’s position with the two them. Thought had gone well but apparently it wasn’t as useful to Martin as had thought but we did manage over the weekend to straighten things out and each time any of the three of us talk, things become more certain.

Great film (called Serenity) and got back home for a chat and things were going well. Then Ska was an idiot. A complete and utter moron, who gives being pup a bad name. Call Sir Sir (except directly outside his front door which would freak his neighbours) as mark of my respect and like to do so. However Sir talked to me later that night and I responded and forgot to call him Sir. Sir commented on this and I flippantly responded (and therefore lied) by saying had been talking to Martin. Sir was very unhappy and disappointed in me. Told was an end of the evening and time for me to go to sleep in the cage, but with no collar or mitts, just me. After taking me there Sir talked to me about and how seriously he viewed the matter as although was over foolish thing, it was lying and I had involved Martin. I therefore had to go and apologise to Martin for my behaviour, which I did before going back to go into the cage and Sir saying how disappointed he was, especially after such a good day but that I should now go to sleep. He reminded me that he never held a grudge and wouldn’t hold it against me the following day but didn’t want it to happen again, ever.

I didn’t sleep very much that night, not cause of tattoo which was bit itchy, but cause felt too guilty (once again I am really sorry Sir). I realized what an important thing it was and how stupid I had been. Sir takes a lot of effort with and I hadn’t responded with a level of behaviour which Sir was entitled to see, as is anybody for that matter.


Sunday

Woke up feeling guilty at about 5.30am and stayed awake feeling guilty till Sir came to let me out. Got out, still guilty and guiltily went to make breakfast which ate guiltily with Sir and Martin before washing up guiltily and feeling just a tad guilty, the rest of me being filled with remorse.

Martin and I have a side which doesn’t involve Sir just like Sir and Ska have a side which doesn’t involve Martin. Although am sub and a pup as said in last installment do have a sort of top side which comes out when am showing other non tops stuff I know. Martin and I spend some time like that, which was why Sir went to go and walk Beaudi (his canine dog) saying we had an 1½ hours till he came back. Time for guilt to disappear for a while, although was hard to break out of it. Not going to say here what we did but I will say I looked pretty damned good in new pair of urban camos that I had bought with Sir, a Lonsdale t-shirt and DM boots, whilst Martin is a very quick learner and all round perverted horny guy (can’t think of a bigger compliment).

Time passed and Sir came back. Martin had to get off so was time for some serious play with Sir. Bang comes the guilt again, make Sir lunch but feel too guilty to have any myself. Frown from Sir but say always good for my diet. Time for some rope bondage.

Had talked about Sir restraining me whilst I was in No2 British Army Dress Uniform (very smart kit) which we did with me gradually becoming more restrained and attached to the chair. Had forgotten my buckle so couldn’t wear the belt. This did mean that Sir (looking great in desert camos and boots) did get to try out some aggro too as well as even the odd punch. Is new thing for Sir and he is building up to it so he feels expert enough in it to go harder, a very wise policy and looking forward to more cause do actually like punching (as well as stomping and kicking).


I had to get home that night cause of work the next day but Sir wanted to get some good quality time in with Ska. Ska wanted this too cause he knew that if he was a good pup not only would he get chocolate buttons (a favourite treat) but Sir had told him he would get an even bigger reward.

So into the mitts, collar and tail to be worn (woof woof) and Ska to be inspected, which am pleased to say he passed. Next Ska showed he had learnt properly all the commands he had been taught last time and also got to learn some new ones like twist and guard (did mean that Ska had to growl at Sir to practice this one, which Ska didn’t like but Sir reassured him was ok cause was a practice for protecting Sir and his things, Ska amongst them), together with some non verbal commands.

Ska also got to play the memory game with Sir and although Ska did get two wrong Sir felt he had done well enough for his reward. Well can prob guess what it was, but if you need a hint, Ska likes the fact that Sir is incredibly well hung and Ska is a bitch pup! And what do all bitch pups want? Yep you got it (or at least I certainly did!) Sir and ska were a bit “tired� after that so we both had a bit of a breather.

As Ska had been an 1½ hours late in arriving, Sir decided would only be fair for Ska to stay for an 1½ hours longer than had planned, meant more time for Sir to use Ska.

Mentioning kicking and stomping before, that was what we did next, with Sir in some great ridged hockey boots. Lot of walking on me, pressure from them and even a hefty few kicks, very horny and pervy. As I said I like boot work and it is something that is building up. Think Sir enjoys it as much as I do. Thanks Sir. I also enjoyed the two punches I got from Sir for Ska getting things wrong in the memory game. As said earlier my sub non pup side takes the physical punishment for most things I do wrong as a pup.

After a bite to eat was time to go home, which I did sadly cause was going to miss Sir

And next?

Well now that I am lucky to enough to be Sir’s owned, tattooed, chained, tagged and padlocked pup things are only just beginning. Are certain restrictions on me (like no wanking without Sir’s permission or meeting anybody else without that same permission-not to be given except for two specific individuals for the foreseeable future, no profiles but two agreed ones on sites I use to chat with friends(pupzone and recon) ) but am happy with those and overjoyed to be his pup and marked for him. So many more visits, as regularly as we can make them for as many many years in the future.

The strange thing is though is that Sir is still as kind and generous to me as ever (if not more so) who takes care of his pup and looks after his needs. He knows he has the right to do what he wishes but he also knows he has a responsibility to take care of me. At the same time as this we have greater trust between us and so can go harder in things we both enjoy, they may seem brutal but are done only because of trust and respect. It may seem that he was hard on his pup for making him feel so guilty, but it is not he who has changed but me, I take my side far more seriously. Am very lucky to have the best Sir in the world and be friends with Martin, so if I risk that it is my response that is different. Can’t risk throwing it a way. Want to be the best pup in the world, but it is a learning process. Need to take the rough with the smooth.
There is only one down side, after such a high as being with Sir and being his pup for the weekend, you do get the low of when you are not with him. Did suffer from that but I talk to Sir most days and text and e-mail and he can always make it better, which he did. But that is what Sirs are there for I think, to make the world seem good and a pup feel contented.

Big Woof to you all but especially to Sir
Ska
PS I did get Pi right in the end and now have to learn it to 50 places