unfoundiamond
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Another thread ("My Domme Side") reminded me of my own dog and leash expirience...
I have mixed feelings after a misunderstanding, but if my puppy is reading, don't worry... I am not mad... but,
To everyone have to get this all out.... so get some popcorn and park it. Then tell me if you think I was wrong in how I handled it.
I would never turn down the offer to hold someones leash... So he offered, and I thought it would be fun, I didn't see it as a collar, but more of a dog collar, and a dog leash.... To ME, this is not as symbolic, and the wearer must know...
A dog, is a dog....
You wanna pet my dog?, Sure!, isn't he cute... he's a good dog... Oh, you wanna hold his leash... (for a minute, maybe lead him into the next room as we all walk together... just to see what it feels like... Sure, friend... its just a dog...
A pet, a possession, Basically here for my enjoyment... not to call the shots... (or try...)
We walk into the club, and I allow him to actually put the dog collar on, since there have been incidences where perfectly straight goth kids have been attacked on the way to this club, I decided since it was my night, I didn't want any distractions, or drama.
In case of emergency I though I could always take one of my 6 inch, Diamond and Lace, spiked heels off and shishkebob an attackers eye...but I didn't wanna ruin my makeup...
I was pleased with my little back mini dress, underdressed by a black corset and black thigh high stockings with love seams, (and little black boyshorts, no one saw...)
I hold my dogs leash like its an extension of me, I don't yank my dogs leash, or control his wandering unless he gets too far, I like to allow my dog about a foot of space, maybe two... I don't act like he's not with me or anything... (But... a also don't keep his face to my thigh.... and apparantly, that's a bad thing...)
I am completely enjoying myself at this point... The Club is banging a greatest hits of my childhood, with NIN, The Cure, Depeche Mode, Berlin, The Smiths, Queen, Skinny Puppy, U2, Prince... I mean, I was in heaven...
I had him doing little things for me... Made him get me a drink... had him find a place for him to remove my snagged thigh high stockings, since there was no private place I could remove them myself....
he found a velvet wingback chair, and came quickly back to me, and lead me to it...
I sat down, and turning my knees to the right with my ankles crossed, allowed him to kneel in front of me, I turned my legs back to him after he had knelt, and allowed him the closest he would get to undressing me...
he discreetly (and I was very thankful at this... since I have always had a fetish for keeping my clothes ON in front of strangers) slid his hands under my dress and slid down the stockings one by one, after he had removed my stilettos...
People stared to say the aboslute least... Women loved it... Men where so curious and playing bewildered or they just never stopped staring at me... it was funny...
We sat where he removed my stockings and as he re-strapped my shoes, this cute little goth chic turns to me and comments that she needs a leash for her "bloodbag" as she so lovingly called her stone faced little man, and she asked me where I got it...
I hadn't bought it... so I turned to him and told him to tell her, he did, and as he smiled and acted so... warm to her, I began "misreading" his behavior.
She comments on what a good dog he is... I agreed... She asks to pet him, I oblige her.... and why not, she's cute... and with these tight little breasts... I wasn't sure which I wanted more... her, or her breasts...
She offered to buy me a drink, and asked me to go with, as we stood, she asked if she could lead him...
(okay now she's buying me a drink, and she complimented us and envied the leash so much she almost drooled on me... so I let her... I was right behind, and I also wanted to see what he would do... how good of a dog is he?)
She was overjoyed at the allowance I made her, and she grabbed it, and was off almost skipping, with her friend fighting cooly over who'd get to hold the leash...
I just strutted right behind, keeping a close eye on my little pet, the heels where like a form of bondage, and I truely wasn't completely sure I'd not fall...
We made it to the bar, and I took back my dog. Here's where shit gets all confusing to me...
I have him, leash in hand... and he is looking at her.
She is going between looking and talking to me, and petting him, and generally being cute, he begins to put his face closer to her, almost smelling her, and rubs his face agaist her leg or something...
I don't feel and jealousy... I actually find it cute, and kinda hot, I like her too, and he is generally pleasing me, by being freindly with her,
She asks to kiss my dog...
I again, have no objection, and want to see it,
BUT, remember when I said I must have been misreading him... well here's it this happens...
I like to think of myself as a gracious Master. I am not insecure... I know what I bring to the table, and how irreplaceable my touch is... I don't worry he will stray, he'd regret it anyway...
If I think he really wants to kiss her, I am going to let him, figuring the good old fashioned "yellow" would escape his trap had he a problem with it... but Nope...
he if anything looked like he wanted her attn... he gave her attention, he may have been doing it for a number of reasons... but all I can remember is his flirting with her, so I take that in combination with no safeword type shit, as meaning he wants it.
Of course... I said, and pulled his leash closer...
They kissed, it was hot... I was cool...
She and I drank our "Washington Apples" then I gave him what I hadn't drank of the overly large shot and began to chat about ages...
I was the youngest... At 21, She was 24... and he was over 30... she actually carded him... checked his year of birth and all in disbelief of his age (and quite possibly he and I's age diffrence)
To me... it just made me feel like a badass bitch... (tehehe) and it was giggle-worthy....
She ended up putting her face close to me... like she wanted a kiss... so I reached out and took her by her throat and kissed her, I licked her lips a little and avioded full on contact but, enjoyed touching those tight little breasts... running my hand over her cleavage the last time I kissed her...
We separated from one big group to two smaller ones, and he and I found a place to chat.
Here's where I get told I am not doing what I am suposed to be doing...
Apparantly I am being told how to walk my F*in dog as far as I am concerned... and I figure my little dog better remember that if he doesn't remember that he is there for my pleasure, and to do or not do whatever I tell him, then he has forgotten that the dog doesn't make the rules. The dog shouldn't be flirting with people if he doesn't want me to think he likes them...
I think he expects me to do what I would consider to be humiliating, he wants me to hold his leash so tight, that his head is on my thigh, like "remember who your Master is", but I am not that kind of Master,
I am sure I can do that... but on the first time I have you in a leash, and we are just out... not sceneing...I am not going to play yank the dog with the leash...
I just felt like I was told to do something I hadn't done before, and if some specific tone of posession was expected of me, I should have been told...
I had been disobeyed earlier that day on the phone,
I had specifically asked him to do something, and after him telling me he didn't want me to take another male sub I had met, I should take him, he completely disobeys me,
when I ask him to do something, he ignores me, and does what he was going to do anyway...
I told him he would be punished for that...
So when he kept begging to put his head under my skirt, I told him he shouldn't have disobeyed me earlier...
And No.
He tried hard, and the most he got was a chance to suck my nipples, and as he begged, I reminded him he had kissed a stranger... so he was dirty...
(as a joke mostly... but figured I could play with a little humiliation, as I was feeling domme-ly)
Was this his display of how I knew he acted when I wasn't there... was all I kept thinking...
I was so turned on from the attn to my breasts in the middle of a night club, I was wet and throbbing... but I had to be consistant...
I don't know that I like to be so responsible for someone who doesn't give me ANY reliable insight to their thoughts...
No "yellow, or red", but I am told later that I made him do something he didn't wanna do, and I am suposed to feel bad???
I didn't make him sniff her, and carouse (sp?) with her... I didn't lean in and talk to her super close when she aksed about the leash's origin...
he sent mixed signals, and I was left being told I should let him do this, and not let him do that...
Since when do people not use their body language to convey their inner feelings...
because his body language said it all... (smelling her thigh (pussy?) isn't clue enough?)
I am confused... I am a diverse person, and I draw from a decent amount of expiriences...
I felt like I was told one thing after the fact, and his behavior said another during...
I am dominant sometimes, sure, but not a mindreader....
Sorry for the long ass post,
Thanx in advance! *Muah*
I have mixed feelings after a misunderstanding, but if my puppy is reading, don't worry... I am not mad... but,
To everyone have to get this all out.... so get some popcorn and park it. Then tell me if you think I was wrong in how I handled it.
I would never turn down the offer to hold someones leash... So he offered, and I thought it would be fun, I didn't see it as a collar, but more of a dog collar, and a dog leash.... To ME, this is not as symbolic, and the wearer must know...
A dog, is a dog....
You wanna pet my dog?, Sure!, isn't he cute... he's a good dog... Oh, you wanna hold his leash... (for a minute, maybe lead him into the next room as we all walk together... just to see what it feels like... Sure, friend... its just a dog...
A pet, a possession, Basically here for my enjoyment... not to call the shots... (or try...)
We walk into the club, and I allow him to actually put the dog collar on, since there have been incidences where perfectly straight goth kids have been attacked on the way to this club, I decided since it was my night, I didn't want any distractions, or drama.
In case of emergency I though I could always take one of my 6 inch, Diamond and Lace, spiked heels off and shishkebob an attackers eye...but I didn't wanna ruin my makeup...
I was pleased with my little back mini dress, underdressed by a black corset and black thigh high stockings with love seams, (and little black boyshorts, no one saw...)
I hold my dogs leash like its an extension of me, I don't yank my dogs leash, or control his wandering unless he gets too far, I like to allow my dog about a foot of space, maybe two... I don't act like he's not with me or anything... (But... a also don't keep his face to my thigh.... and apparantly, that's a bad thing...)
I am completely enjoying myself at this point... The Club is banging a greatest hits of my childhood, with NIN, The Cure, Depeche Mode, Berlin, The Smiths, Queen, Skinny Puppy, U2, Prince... I mean, I was in heaven...
I had him doing little things for me... Made him get me a drink... had him find a place for him to remove my snagged thigh high stockings, since there was no private place I could remove them myself....
he found a velvet wingback chair, and came quickly back to me, and lead me to it...
I sat down, and turning my knees to the right with my ankles crossed, allowed him to kneel in front of me, I turned my legs back to him after he had knelt, and allowed him the closest he would get to undressing me...
he discreetly (and I was very thankful at this... since I have always had a fetish for keeping my clothes ON in front of strangers) slid his hands under my dress and slid down the stockings one by one, after he had removed my stilettos...
People stared to say the aboslute least... Women loved it... Men where so curious and playing bewildered or they just never stopped staring at me... it was funny...
We sat where he removed my stockings and as he re-strapped my shoes, this cute little goth chic turns to me and comments that she needs a leash for her "bloodbag" as she so lovingly called her stone faced little man, and she asked me where I got it...
I hadn't bought it... so I turned to him and told him to tell her, he did, and as he smiled and acted so... warm to her, I began "misreading" his behavior.
She comments on what a good dog he is... I agreed... She asks to pet him, I oblige her.... and why not, she's cute... and with these tight little breasts... I wasn't sure which I wanted more... her, or her breasts...
She offered to buy me a drink, and asked me to go with, as we stood, she asked if she could lead him...
(okay now she's buying me a drink, and she complimented us and envied the leash so much she almost drooled on me... so I let her... I was right behind, and I also wanted to see what he would do... how good of a dog is he?)
She was overjoyed at the allowance I made her, and she grabbed it, and was off almost skipping, with her friend fighting cooly over who'd get to hold the leash...
I just strutted right behind, keeping a close eye on my little pet, the heels where like a form of bondage, and I truely wasn't completely sure I'd not fall...
We made it to the bar, and I took back my dog. Here's where shit gets all confusing to me...
I have him, leash in hand... and he is looking at her.
She is going between looking and talking to me, and petting him, and generally being cute, he begins to put his face closer to her, almost smelling her, and rubs his face agaist her leg or something...
I don't feel and jealousy... I actually find it cute, and kinda hot, I like her too, and he is generally pleasing me, by being freindly with her,
She asks to kiss my dog...
I again, have no objection, and want to see it,
BUT, remember when I said I must have been misreading him... well here's it this happens...
I like to think of myself as a gracious Master. I am not insecure... I know what I bring to the table, and how irreplaceable my touch is... I don't worry he will stray, he'd regret it anyway...
If I think he really wants to kiss her, I am going to let him, figuring the good old fashioned "yellow" would escape his trap had he a problem with it... but Nope...
he if anything looked like he wanted her attn... he gave her attention, he may have been doing it for a number of reasons... but all I can remember is his flirting with her, so I take that in combination with no safeword type shit, as meaning he wants it.
Of course... I said, and pulled his leash closer...
They kissed, it was hot... I was cool...
She and I drank our "Washington Apples" then I gave him what I hadn't drank of the overly large shot and began to chat about ages...
I was the youngest... At 21, She was 24... and he was over 30... she actually carded him... checked his year of birth and all in disbelief of his age (and quite possibly he and I's age diffrence)
To me... it just made me feel like a badass bitch... (tehehe) and it was giggle-worthy....
She ended up putting her face close to me... like she wanted a kiss... so I reached out and took her by her throat and kissed her, I licked her lips a little and avioded full on contact but, enjoyed touching those tight little breasts... running my hand over her cleavage the last time I kissed her...
We separated from one big group to two smaller ones, and he and I found a place to chat.
Here's where I get told I am not doing what I am suposed to be doing...
Apparantly I am being told how to walk my F*in dog as far as I am concerned... and I figure my little dog better remember that if he doesn't remember that he is there for my pleasure, and to do or not do whatever I tell him, then he has forgotten that the dog doesn't make the rules. The dog shouldn't be flirting with people if he doesn't want me to think he likes them...
I think he expects me to do what I would consider to be humiliating, he wants me to hold his leash so tight, that his head is on my thigh, like "remember who your Master is", but I am not that kind of Master,
I am sure I can do that... but on the first time I have you in a leash, and we are just out... not sceneing...I am not going to play yank the dog with the leash...
I just felt like I was told to do something I hadn't done before, and if some specific tone of posession was expected of me, I should have been told...
I had been disobeyed earlier that day on the phone,
I had specifically asked him to do something, and after him telling me he didn't want me to take another male sub I had met, I should take him, he completely disobeys me,
when I ask him to do something, he ignores me, and does what he was going to do anyway...
I told him he would be punished for that...
So when he kept begging to put his head under my skirt, I told him he shouldn't have disobeyed me earlier...
And No.
He tried hard, and the most he got was a chance to suck my nipples, and as he begged, I reminded him he had kissed a stranger... so he was dirty...
(as a joke mostly... but figured I could play with a little humiliation, as I was feeling domme-ly)
Was this his display of how I knew he acted when I wasn't there... was all I kept thinking...
I was so turned on from the attn to my breasts in the middle of a night club, I was wet and throbbing... but I had to be consistant...
I don't know that I like to be so responsible for someone who doesn't give me ANY reliable insight to their thoughts...
No "yellow, or red", but I am told later that I made him do something he didn't wanna do, and I am suposed to feel bad???
I didn't make him sniff her, and carouse (sp?) with her... I didn't lean in and talk to her super close when she aksed about the leash's origin...
he sent mixed signals, and I was left being told I should let him do this, and not let him do that...
Since when do people not use their body language to convey their inner feelings...
because his body language said it all... (smelling her thigh (pussy?) isn't clue enough?)
I am confused... I am a diverse person, and I draw from a decent amount of expiriences...
I felt like I was told one thing after the fact, and his behavior said another during...
I am dominant sometimes, sure, but not a mindreader....
Sorry for the long ass post,
Thanx in advance! *Muah*