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Barkings of a sex dog. Sometimes I post pictures or video of my butt being abused, either by cock or by sextoys. Wannabe chastity enthusiast/empty headed sex object.

Also, occasionally, Gundam model kit pics, too.

This week’s #FullCageFriday is brought to you by the letter C, as in sir has had to cancel his weekend visit due to Covid, and a local has canceled on getting caged at CLAW, all of which has made me cranky.

As well as the continuing support of viewers like you.

Today’s #FullCageFriday is brought to you by the letter F, as in it’s been weeks since I’ve been fucked, I’ve not had the time due to work to fuck myself, and I’m gonna go fucking feral if I don’t get some dick soon, as well as the continuing support of viewers like you.

My stint in horny jail for being a dirty boy who does dirty boy things is about over, but I’m doing extra hours at work all week. I don’t even really want to cum right now, I just want to bury my cock in a warm, wet, ass. Grinding balls deep with the bottom in a gentle headlock to let them know who’s in control, while I just edge my dick with their ass.

Can chastity and desperation turn a bottom verse?

Today’s #FullCageFriday is brought to you by the letter S, because being stuck in horny jail fucking SUCKS, as well as the continuing support of viewers like you
We continued to joke/laugh about it this morning, of course. He recognizes that he just doesn’t get that high from bottoming that I do. I’d say it’s just more of the “assigned bottom at birth” proof. I’m the kind of bottom that will squeeze your cock in my ass until you moan louder, and then chuckle like a supervillain accomplishing my evil task. I don’t just want someone to fuck me, I want them to get lost in how much they’re enjoying fucking me.

I left the baths last night over an hour before my time was up. Texted the husband (who I encouraged and DID go out) that it was slow and I was leaving early. He was incredulous that my “slow night” ended with six men having fucked me, and that he and his friend had each had a beer too many to take things to the bedroom.

Look, the Overton window has shifted a bit. Last month I took six in the first TWO HOURS. I can’t help it I’m a power bottom with needs….

Today’s #FullCageFriday is brought to you by the letter B, as in there better be a bunch of bears breeding my butt at the bathhouse tonight, and through the continuing support of viewers like you.
That’s it. It’s what it says on the tin.
I love that my phone autocorrected my typo of “get that daddy sick” to “get that daddy dick”. This is the correct amount of machine learning.

I always find it funny when someone tries to “greetings, slave” me on recon. Like, has that ever worked? My screen name is old and still has “pup” in it, I lay out precisely what I am and am not looking for, and yet still I get these fake ass “Doms/Masters/whatever you want to call yourselves” who think I’m about to drop everything and beg for a collar.

I’ve only had one success story off there in all these years, and that’s been the last 2.5 weeks with my hypno sir.

An inauspicious record.