how am i supposed to answer the phone?..i have paws remember? geeez
FemDomEmpire is definitely the gold standard for D/s sites and you’re working with the best. Maybe you don’t want to answer this but is Lexi Sindell as GREAT (meaning vicious) as She seems? How about Kendra James? Have you ever worked with Jean Bardot?
I think your right buddy! FemDomEmpire.com is quite the gold standard isn’t it these days 😉 and yes yes and YES!..Mistress Lexi Sindel is just as great and even greater(yes more vicious!!)in person…slaves beware! lock your doors..errr i mean keep them unlocked.. eeeep =D as for Jean Bardot we have never worked together so unfortunately i cannot help with that answer..
From which company did they get the rubber dog suit for you?
FormSpring Answer : My Owner/Mistress found it for me on Ebay under a company called "AquaLatex" – The cheapest ive ever seen it for less the $200 and the quality is amazing! super thick and super durable. Only thing is you need a 2nd person to help you in. would be quite difficult to do it yourself..just this pups 2cents – http://www.ebay.com/itm/Unisex-Rubber-Doggie-Suit-Latex-Dog-Suit-0-8mm-/200691893834?pt=UK_Women_s_Handbags&hash=item2eba2b464a
Enjoy! Wruff
The Only Way – New Dj Mix
“Without music life would be a mistake.” ~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Music is one of the most important things to me as without music life would honestly be quite the bore and not a place i would want to be in. I listen and love all types of music but most genres of electronica like dubstep, drum and bass and psy trance really get me going like nothing else. If music is a drug then those would be my flavor. I know electronica may not be everyone’s cup of tea so if it isn’t yours feel free not to listen..but if you really don’t know or well want to give me a chance..p.s. i have good music taste 😉 then please turn your speakers, especially that bass up loud and proud and get ready to bob that head of yours to some kicking ass tunes…Boom Boom!
Enjoy my latest mix : “The Only Way”
To Listen/Download all my mixes go to : www.house-mixes.com/profile/Deviant%20Kade/play/theonlywaybydeviantkade
Don’t You Dare Spit!
by GoodGrrl(goodgrrl.wordpress.com)
If you have not read any of these stories please catch up by reading the following. A story not to be missed if your into any type of pet play erotica. Still to this day one of my favorite stories regarding puppy play.
- Chapter 1 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/10/18/chapter-one
- Chapter 2 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/10/19/in-which-we-meet-a-kitty
- Chapter 3 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/10/22/havent-i-read-this-before
- Chapter 4 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/10/26/bath-time
…and now for storytime!
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Chapter 5 : Don’t you dare spit
I’m not sure how long I slept, and Ana certainly didn’t offer up that information when she shook me awake. “Time to get up, Puppy.” She ruffled my hair and stood up, backing away from the door to my cage. I got up and stretched out my back, yawning and swinging my tail from side to side. It was weird to curl up as tightly as I had and not feel sore when I woke up. I stepped out of the kennel, yawning again. “I have some business to attend to in the city, and as much as I’d like to bring you along, you’re not nearly ready. You don’t have a good mindless bitch act yet.” She winked, petting my head.
“Instead, Harper is going to teach you some of the basic puppy positions.” I hadn’t even noticed he was in the room, but there he was, floating uneasily behind Ana. “I expect you to have them memorized by the time I get back.” She tapped her finger on my nose. I recoiled uncomfortably, half-expecting a punishment for flinching, but Ana just laughed. “All right. Behave yourselves, kids.” She scratched under my chin briefly, then gave Harper a peck on the cheek.
She was out the front door in a matter of moments. “Does she lock the door?” I asked, looking up at the cat. He nodded. “There’s no way to get out, trust me.” He sighed, then sat down on the edge of the bed. I stood up straight, wobbling a little on two legs. It was annoying that walking on four legs was easier now. It was even more annoying that Harper was all elegant and fluid. I tried to tell myself he’d just had more practice dealing with this odd body configuration. Somehow, I wasn’t very convinced. I plopped down on the bed next to him. He twitched. Was I too close? Jesus, this boy was neurotic.
“So what’s your real name?” I had no idea what to say to the kid. Here we were, kidnapped and modified to be less than human, and all I could ask was his real name. It was a start, I guess. He just shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. And before you tell me, I don’t want to know yours either.” He looked at me sharply, hazel eyes trained on my face. I winced and looked down at my lap, “Okay…”
We sat there for a few tense moments, although I was doing most of the awkward and uneasy twitching. Harper was sitting perfectly still, which was odd from what I’d seen. Finally, he stood up and faced me. “On the floor, Puppy. Miss Ana won’t like it at all if we don’t do what she asked.” I immediately slid to the ground, sitting in my not-quite-doglike way. I was frustrated. I had thought that maybe I’d find a friend in Harper. He didn’t want anything but the bare minimum to do with me. Maybe he resented me. He probably never wanted Ana to take on another pet. Maybe he felt like I was screwing up the whole dynamic. But that meant that he enjoyed the dynamic. Well, he doesn’t really have a choice, I guess. There wasn’t anywhere else he could go, really. Unless he wanted to take the risk of dealing with an owner worse than Ana. I was sure there were plenty of owners worse than her.
Perhaps in time I’d enjoy all of this as well. I felt nauseous. I didn’t ever want to learn to enjoy this. A niggling thought in the back of my head: But if it’s all you have? Before I could think too hard on all of that, Harper brought me back by touching my head.
“She was right, you really do have terrible form.” He set to work pressing lightly on my back and shoulders, positioning my legs. My knees were splayed, my arms placed between them. My spine was dipped so that my chest stuck out, and my ass rested ever-so-slightly on my heels. “Better. That’s what you do when she tells you to ‘sit.’ From here, you can go into a ‘kneel.’ Paws up on your chest, rump lifted off of your heels. She might call this a ‘beg,’ actually.” He pulled me into the position he’d just described. “Those are the two most important. If she says, ‘Down,’ you’re free to choose how you want to lie down. On your belly, on your side, on your back. Just do it quickly.”
He frowned. “Sit.” I sat, taking a moment to get the form exactly right. “You need to be quicker. Stand up. On all fours, I mean.” I got up, stretching my limbs a bit. “Now sit.” I tried to let my body fall into position this time, not as much thinking. “Better.”
He ran me through positions for a long time. Finally, Ana came home. My stomach rumbled. I was hungry again. Harper bounded into the foyer to meet her, and I trundled along behind, less enthusiastic. She smiled at the pair of us, then looked down at me. “Sit.”
I did. She nodded approvingly. “Good work, Harper.” She stroked his head gently. He leaned down, inviting more. I could even hear him purring. “Down, kitty.” He dropped to the floor in a sitting position like mine. She kept petting him as he nuzzled his head against her leg. “Is Puppy hungry?” She glanced at me. I nodded, looking toward the kitchen hopefully.
“Puppy will have to help me with Harper’s reward first.” I felt my face go cold, probably white. The last time she’d mentioned a reward, Harper had gone down on me. Did this mean…? Ana was not blind to my discomfort. She nodded. “Come along, dears.” She headed to the bedroom, not waiting for us to follow. Harper trotted along behind her on all fours, still nimble as ever. I hesitated, but finally shadowed them. Ana was already holding a bottle of lube when I entered the room.
“Shorts off, kitty.” She instructed gently. He was trembling as he pulled them off, obviously excited for what he was going to get. He hadn’t spared a glance at me since Ana had come home. “Kneel up, Harper.” He presented himself for her, his cock already getting hard. Unlike the dog’s on the bus, his was fairly normal-sized and did not instill any desire in me. She squirted some lube into her palm and seized his shaft. Slowly, she pumped back and forth. It didn’t take long for him to get fully erect. “Come here, Puppy.” She spoke firmly, but quietly. All this time, Harper had been quietly yowling and moaning. I crawled to her, keeping my wide eyes on his dick. I did not want to touch it at all. Ever. “Now, Puppy, you weren’t very good at licking me, but you better not disappoint poor Harper. Stay here and open your mouth like a good girl.” She put her hand on my head, guiding my mouth onto his member. I whined, but didn’t pull away.
I’d tasted precum before, of course, but never some stranger’s. Yet here I was, shunting my face back and forth on an animal’s cock. I knew Ana was going to make me swallow. Harper was making more noise now, coming closer to the edge. Instinctively, I bobbed quicker. He shuddered violently, and I could taste his salty cum rushing past my tongue, down my throat. I wanted to be sick. When he was finally done, I pulled away, retching.
“Aw, Puppy doesn’t like that?” Ana looked at me with a smirk. “Too bad, I do so like the idea of my pets pleasuring each other on command.” She got up, putting away the bottle of lube. “Give her some dinner, Harper. And you may eat as well.” She washed her hands in the bathroom. He pulled his shorts back on, not bothering to look at me as he left the room.
I’d lost my appetite, but I followed the cat into the kitchen.
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Not a Cookie Cutter Lifestyle
by Brue – Original Post Written on Leatherati —> http://www.leatherati.com/leatherati_issues/2011/05/pup-play-not-a-cookie-cutter-lifestlye.html
Kirk Pierce aka Brue has been into the pup scene for over 16 years. He is the Producer of Woof Camp, the annual pup party held at International Mr. Leather in Chicago, IL, since 2008 and has been involved since it’s inception back in the Congress Hotel. He currently resides in the San Francisco Bay Area and is an active member of the SF K9 Unit. He also produces the bi-monthly SF Puppy Parks. He currently lives with his leather family, has a Handler and a boypup.
Although it is difficult to pin down when the human pup scene began, it is safe to say that the pup scene [or human animal space] has been around for decades, just hiding underground and “behind closed doors.” I know from my own leather life history, the pup scene started to slowly come out into kink public spaces about 16 years ago. It has been gaining momentum ever since. The pup scene has an appeal that crosses age, gender, orientation and national boundaries, and it intersects sometimes with other scenes such as the furries, diaper, rubber and gear crowds. Despite some claims, no one person created or started puppy play. It has evolved on its own over the years.
This scene is not about bestiality; it is about allowing the human mind to explore or enter a primal mindset or headspace where the person can feel, interact and behave as close to being a real canine as possible.
I do not profess to be an expert on Dog or puppy play and the following writing is my own opinions and experiences on my K9 life.
Why do people choose to be a puppy/Dog? For some it is a way to de-stress from the real world and center themselves psychologically. For others it is merely a new sensation or scene to experience, to be part of the “it” crowd they perceive to be happening; once experienced, they move on to the next “up and coming” scene. For some it is a way to try to get psychological needs met [to feel safe, loved, accepted, etc]. Some view it as another way to experience Dom/sub dynamics. Others may experience a spiritual awakening, enlightenment or discover an animal spirit guide/totem when they go into pupmode. But for many, being a pup/Dog is who they are, it is their core being or soul.
How do pups/Dogs fit into the kink/BDSM world? Just like any other fetish there are varying degrees and expressions of play. Some have used puppy play as a form of companionship and playfulness, whereas others treat their pups/Dogs as slavedogs to be used and abused for the Master’s/Dom’s pleasure. That’s the great thing about pup play – there is no absolute rule on what can or cannot be allowed.
Thinking back I realize that most of my life I’ve had some form of a relationship with biological dogs, either owning them or having some form of interaction with them as friends. I guess you can say I have always had an inner Dogness to me. When I was younger I noticed this inner Dogness as I started picking up/mimicking traits from the canines I was around, such as sniffing my food, wiggling my foot/leg or wagging my ass when I was happy or being petted. But especially as I got older, I would make barking/growling noises during sex. This had a tendency to unsettle some people and arouse other people even more. I definitely fantasized about being a dog when I was young. Where others wanted to be the soldier or Indian or whatever when playing, I wanted to be a dog: to romp, protect and be near someone. I remember I used to have vivid dog dreams (running in fields, chasing things, etc). When I would wake I would be disoriented but feel content at first and then feel sad, realizing I was not who I had dreamed of being. To this day I still have those dreams on occasion.
As I entered my twenties, one of my former boyfriends noticed my under-the-surface persona and encouraged me to talk and explore it with him. Most of the time I had tried to hide this aspect of myself, being afraid others would consider me a “freak”. But because of his positive support I started to let my inner Dog out. I even asked him to give me a Dog name and told him that, no matter what it was, I would keep it forever. Luckily he took me seriously and thought about it for several weeks. In the end he gave me two choices and allowed me to choose one. Of the two names offered I chose Brutus. He started calling me “Brue” as a shorter, cuter nick name of Brutus. I have gone by that name ever since. I have never allowed anyone to change my Dog name, as it is who I am and it resonates, feels right in my soul. Only recently have some people started calling me by my original name of Brutus, which still feels right, especially now that I am an older Dog. But the name variation does cause some confusion among those who have known me in the S/M and K9 world.
It often helps to have either raised or been around canines. You will learn much from observation and interaction. Through personal exploration [testing my bark out in the car/home/outside, practicing movement and facial expressions in front of a mirror, etc] and by reading up on canine behavior/psychology books, I slowly discovered my own Dog behaviors that worked for me. On this subject I am very earnest in trying to encourage and remind people that, even though there are basic concepts of pupdom, it is in no way a “cookie cutter” lifestyle. Discover what works for YOU, in your heart, mind and soul and follow it no matter what criticism, rules or protocols others may have to say. In the end you have to answer to yourself.
In regards to pack mentality and hierarchy (Alpha, beta and omegas) these roles tend to be determined through attitude, voice cues and body language. Alphas are not on top because they are cruel or a bully; being an alpha is not related to being overly physically aggressive, like using human wrestling/pinning moves or unnecessary biting. The wanna-be Alphas do not understand this and usually keep up the aggression. Those who truly understand and appreciate pup mentality will pick up and perceive verbal and non-verbal cues and respond accordingly. I understand with real canines that there is always just one Alpha in a pack and when two Alphas encounter each other they normally try to reestablish a hierarchy, but in the end we are still human and need to accept that with so many human dogs out there that there will always be multiple Alphas. When human packs come together, they will negotiate the power structure if need be, but in many cases there are no such conflicts. They just want to be social, playful and interactive with each other.
My views on the difference between pups and Dogs is experience, not necessarily age. Those new to the scene I consider pups as they are experiencing their pupdom for the first time. Like a newborn pup, many are hyper, eager to please and eager to experience things; for others they are shy or tentative; but overall they have an innocence and playfulness about them. A Dog to me is more experienced, more assertive, more confident, territorial/protective and settled into their pupdom.
Things I find attractive about the pup/Dog community is that we are more of a social group, out to enjoy life and have fun with minimal drama. We have our packs and we try to look out for one another. We get excited when we see each other, whether or not we know one another and give friendly bark outs. We pass no judgments on pups who have more or less experience, we encourage pups to explore their pupdom in their own way and at their own speed. We are pretty accepting of all people and we cross over into many other fetishes and types of gear. Some of the challenges of the pup/Dog community is there are those people who see puppy play as an excuse to fondle, molest or take advantage of various pups while they are in a compromised position. Many pups/Dogs are branded as submissive, however that is not entirely true. Unfortunately there are those who perceive puppy play as a form of submission to “all” and feel they have the right to dominate and force themselves upon the pup/Dog. There is also the showing of disrespect, ie: tail pulling, leash yanking, kicking, name calling, etc.
I am currently a member of the SF K9 Unit, a social Yahoo pup group based in San Francisco founded in 2005. We have over a hundred local pack members in the San Francisco Bay Area. We get together regularly for puppy piles, dinners, outings, charity events and host the annual Friday night puppy dinners and event booths at Up Your Alley and Folsom Street weekends. I host the bi-monthly SF Puppy Parks, a four hour social gathering in a private safe space for those wanting to explore their pupdom. I also produce Woof Camp, the annual puppy party held at International Mr. Leather in Chicago, IL where last year we had over 60 pups, 32 Handlers and 650+ spectators in attendance.
Some good resources for more information or where to experience pup play can be found at some of the following websites: PupZone.com; PupOut.Org; TheDogHouse.org; WoofCamp.com or FetLife.com. Also be sure to check your local Yahoo groups or the following books: Woof! and Grrr! by Michael Daniels.