God dammit, boy. I bellowed, with due frustration. I told you Id let you cum this weekend was that not enough for you?
Martins face was still agape and blushing, embarrassed at being caught in the act as much as he was for escaping his chastity cage. It boggled my mind how he managed that, even with his paws on, a deadbolt lock that Id custom fit for his cage, and a modified cage.
Martin insisted he loved bondage. He loved rope play and being hogtied. He loved puppy play, being denied the use of his hands and forced to crawl. He loved being cuffed to the bed when we made love in the wee hours of the night.
Im pretty certain that he just loved to escape from bondage and that was his real kink. No sooner would I tie him up than the scamp would have already freed his hand or his foot. I called him my little Houdini.
It was especially frustrating in view of the fact that I was his master. I was supposed to be in charge here! He delighted in defying me, in disobeying when he knew what punishment would follow. Each time Id lay down the ground rules and each time I would up the ante. Only a few days ago I had flogged his back raw until he was bawling, on the verge of safe-wording.
Who was in charge here? Me? Him? I was at my wits end and then I remembered seeing the Leather-Dog Whisperer. A quick 1-800 call put me in touch with Mister X. Hed know what to do!
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Yes. The Leather-Dog Whisperer is a copyright of Mister X Enterprises. Stay away from my material, FOX, I have a lawyer and know how to use him!
Quickie I drew last night. I just managed to complete it today before I fall into oblivion with the latest Dragon Age game XD
Cheers.