Seattle Pride, Day 3... and More

Sleeping Dogs....

... As I relaxed in my kennel my Trainer and Wetsuit Jay played with Hawk above me. I could hear his grunts and panting as they toyed with him, all 3 enjoying each other as I was left in my kennel.  I struggled a bit against my restraints seeing if there was a way to free myself. My paws were free, I could reach the shelf behind me where the keys were kept and soon I had found what I needed, the overlooked keys that would open the humane restraints AND my kennel door!  Amid the laughter of Rubberasylum and the others in the room I triumphantly unlocked my cage door and crawled free.


  I nosed my Trainer and hugged him, happy to be out of my cage then wandered around the dungeon, looking at the other fun things that were in there. A certain hood caught my attention. It was leather with only mouth and nose holes, nicely padded.  I made up my mind to ask if that night I could wear it to bed.  After Hawk was sufficiently abused we all made our way to the den, socializing and talking of the next days activities.


The group of us were going back into Seattle to meet friends and wander around at the epicenter of the festival. It was said that I would go as a pup and the others made their choices for what to wear.  After that was settled my Sir told me to get my sheath again and bring it to him.  When I got back to him with it, thinking he would leave me free from it, He told me to put it back on. I whimpered and pawed at him, not wanting it back on.  He watched and sternly told me get it back on, dogs don't have any say in such things.  Slowly I put it back together, my freedom short lived and as i locked it back together feeling it holding me once again, I wuffed softly enjoying the control it gave my Trainer over me.


 I was allowed to run around the house in my regular clothes until bedtime. Rubberasylum then told me to put on a suit to sleep in. I picked my Orca wetsuit and put it on, it felt so nice and tight, and then I asked Sir if i could wear the isolation hood. He grinned and nodded giving my trapped cock a playful swat sending me to go get it.  As he tightened it down over my head I couldn't help but throb in my chastity. I fell asleep so excited and happy to be a well cared for pet.


   The next morning found me awake and frisky.  I pawed at Rubberasylum, still blind in the hood, hoping to get him to play with me.  He responded by telling me that it was way to early to be awake and to go back to bed.  I whined softly and snuggled in against him, trying to fall back asleep, not succeeding but was a good boy leaving him to rest.  We all got up a while later and had a good breakfast.  Rubberasylum can cook awesomely!  We finished our meal, then got ready for our outing.  I got into my puppy gear, Sir wore his latex suit and Hawk chose pvc for the day.  Everyone piled into the car and we were off to Seattle City Center. 


We wandered about looking at the displays, getting a bite to eat and enjoying the looks and smiles from the ones we passed. It felt good being a pup out in the open, able to enjoy my Trainers company, meeting new people, controlled but completely happy knowing I was a well cared for puppy.  We played in the fountain a bit to cool off and when walking around had many pictures taken with curious onlookers. Makes a doggie wonder how many blogs he and his Trainer ended up in after the day.  On the way back to the parking garage we passed some police officers by their cars.  One of them yelled " Hey, come here " after I had passed.  Instantly I wondered what I had done as I turned to go to him.  He looked me over then asked if it was hot in my gear.  I nodded my head and barked at him making him and his partner laugh.  Seattle is a good city! 


As we headed back home we talked about the weekend.  We all made our way into the house and I started gathering up my things for the journey home.  I said my good byes, sorry to have to go but Sir had one last thing to do before I could leave.  He went and got a ziptie, taking the lock off my sheath, replacing it with that.  I whimpered and asked him if I would be allowed to take my cage off anytime soon.  He grinned and shook his head no.  I was owned.  All of me belonged to him and I was going to have to deal with it.  I had told Sir that there was a trip coming up for me and he wanted to make sure that flying wouldn't be an issue.  It was going to be challenging, I'm a shy pup and doing something like that, I was hoping I would be able to actually do it. 


That was what I had asked for, maybe in a way, begged for when the contract was signed.  He chuckled as he looked into my eyes; I know he saw my dismay but he gave me a tender hug, giving my head a gentle petting before I left.  It would be a while til I would be able to visit again, there was a drive across the country coming up and then a visit with family.  Feeling a bit sad that there wouldn't be any time with my Trainer and his mate in the near future, I went to my car and started the journey home.


Its now only a few days before I will again be back with my family.  I'm looking forward to it so much!  I have asked my Trainer to take me further as his pup, I want to give myself up to him a bit more, to know the feeling of complete control taken by him.  I have been a pushy dog, testing my Trainers limits, at times even tho I didn't mean to, being rude and complaining about his orders. I asked that he push back in ways to make me understand my place.  He has been talking to my Master about this, finding out His feelings on this training, taking me deeper into what I know I want in my heart as a puppy. 


I asked to be hooded and gagged, restrained to the point of no escape, made into a plaything for him, my whimpers ignored as I struggle, not knowing what he has planed beyond this point.  I've had many fantasies about being used, unable to fight against whatever might happen to me, knowing that I will not be freed until the one in control decides that I should be allowed my freedom again.  Its a rather big request. One I have put allot of thought into and have decided that, even if it may seem unbearable at times, scary to the point of begging for release, that I want this. 


This coming weekend may hold many situations that I never contemplated. I am excited and afraid at the same time. 


Time will tell, Friday is here...


~Rottie

Response From Trainer: i.e. "Pride Weekend"

Pups and Trainers,

Rottie shall be out of town this week visiting family, so in the interest of the pup's required weekly posting I would like to share a group of pictures that were taken of Rottie and I during the pride weekend...

The insane captions on a few of them are nothing more than my twisted sense of humor that the pup is forced to deal with :)

All pictures are copyright M. Ranweiler, and we thank him for manning his camera during Rottie's well earned playtime...

"OK Mr Demille, I am ready or my closeup"

"The Pupeh Needed a Bath, This Really was A Good Thing"

"Hmm, Something Smells Like Wet Dog..."

"So We Meet Again Mr. Bond"

"He Does the Greatest Michael Jackson impression... Go ahead, Rottie, Strike a pose"

"Comon Lassie, Timmy went this way..."

"Why Do Rottweilers always draw white trash?"

"If I ever see you hanging out with that element again..."

*Rottie has himself a three legged stalker who foresees a Rottweiler baby daddy in her future*

*Forcing your kid to take a picture with the perverts... An important step in every healthy child's development*

*Pup and Trainer together, a wonderful outing*

He is an amazing pup, he has a long way to go, but has proved time and time again that he is capable...

He is now asking to go deeper. We shall now explore the concept of rewards and punishments...

And the cane scares him to no end. One must be careful what one asks for...

Rottie should be back in two weeks, with that, I bid you goodnight...

~Rubberasylum

Pride Weekend Continued... Day 2

I woke up Saturday feeling very horny. I wasn't let out of my sheath and I didn't know if I would be either. This thought made me all the more worked up and I couldn't stand it anymore! I rolled over and pawed and whimpered at my Sir wanting to get his attention. 

He slowly rolled on his side and looked at me, giving my head a gentle pat as he smiled looking at his puppy.  He asked me if I had slept well and I barked and nodded my head as I moved a bit closer to Him, rubbing my sheath against his leg. It felt so good just doing that, feeling his warmth against my balls as I throbbed in my cage. 

I pawed at him as he rolled onto his stomach, enjoying my whimpers as I pressed against him a bit tighter... I could hardly stand it anymore, I wanted him to let me out so badly!  Slowly I got up and moved on top of Him pressing myself against His body my sheathed dogcock rubbing against His rear, my paws holding onto him tightly, grinding against Him as I grunted and whined. 

He instantly told me I was a bad dog but I didn't care at that moment.  I wanted to show him I needed out of my sheath!  It was driving me crazy!  After about 30 seconds he told me to get down, that I had pushed my bounds, pups should never take that kind of dominant initiative with their Trainers or Masters and if it ever, ever happened again he would give me a punishment I wouldn't forget. 

He told me to go make coffee for everyone as I slowly moved off of him, everyone in the house was beginning to wake up and would appreciate having it ready for when they made it into the kitchen.  Rubberasylum took off my hood and paws before I left his room and still in my puppysuit I went to get coffee and my day going. 

WetsuitJay and Rubberasylum had to work today but there were plans to make it into Seattle to have lunch and enjoy some of the festivities for Pride.  We had also decided that we would do a bit of shopping.  Seattle has some fun businesses to check out, it would be a full day! 

Before my Sir left for work he told me to plan and have dinner ready for when He and Wetsuit Jay got home.  I nodded and wuffed at him as he told me that anything would do, that he knew I had quite an aversion to cooking, even takeout would suffice as long as there was something to eat.  As I went about my morning chores, making the beds, cleaning up dishes, straightening up the playroom, I planned what I was going to bring home.

I made it to the store along with Hawk, another pup that was staying for the weekend and picked up some supplies.  We needed soda and some other items for the house and I wanted to show my Trainer and His Sir that I appreciated being a part of the family.  It felt good knowing I could contribute with things that we would use, just helping out a little bit. 

The plans for supper had been finalized also so we picked up a few things for that then headed back to the house to unpack everything then got all ready to head into town.  The festival was just picking up as we sat down for lunch.  There were stands for everything set up, little stores to check out, cute guys to look at, the day was going awesomely already! 

We went to the fetish stores just looking for things that might be fun.  The first one was a bust, nothing very interesting, but the second one, Doghouse Leathers was a treasure find!  Its a smaller store but everything they have would work for playing, no matter what you might be into!  It was great being able to see playsuits and restraints and other neat things all set out.  Our day was fun enjoying good company and talking to people that Hawk and his Mate, MNWetsuit knew. 

We got back home and I started dinner.  I was going to surprise my trainer and his Sir by actually cooking.  He had told me in previous conversations that I didn't have to, that He understood I loathed cooking.  It would definitely be a surprise!  I made steaks and baked potatos and grilled asparagus.  Rubberasylum and Wetsuit Jay were very surprised!  As we sat down to eat my Sir looked over and said he was very happy with me.  Just hearing that praise made making the meal worth the effort.  I was probably the happiest pup ever at that moment!

After the table was cleared and dishes were washed we went down to the playroom.  I was put into my full pupgear and told to get into my kennel.  Rubberasylum told me again how proud he was with supper and said I deserved a treat.  I was never so excited as hen he unlocked my sheath letting me go!  I asked him if I could wear a gas mask for the evening and he nodded yes, it was going to be a fun night! 

He zipped up the hood securing the gas mask on me and told me to get in my kennel.  Locking restraints onto my ankles and securing my paws He brought out the Venus.  As it puled my cock inside the tube all I could do was squirm and grunt. It felt so good finally being out of my chastity cage! 

He toyed with me, playing with the machines settings, placing his hand over the air inlet on the mask, every moment making me more and more excited as I struggled against the restraints unable to stop anything he wanted to do to me.  He kept me restrained for a long time, finally letting one of my paws free, letting me paw myself in front of him.  When I shot it felt electric! 

I grunted and panted through the gas mask as my whole body tensed, lost in the bliss of the moment finally laying still in my kennel, happily spent.....

To be continued...

~Rottie