Reclusive kink pornographuer and CEO of Orgasmodrome, LLC
Another portrait of a pup. Again, sorry for the lack of story. I consider it a victory that today I not only went to work but also did some drawing :p Truly my life is under control now.
I really want to attach a leash to that nose ring and lead him around. Who needs a collar when you’ve got a boy by the nose ;)
Story to come at a later date. Something about long day at the show, all the naughty things Jakester got up to, and finally his owner finding him asleep and carrying him home.
***
Apparently nobody liked my most recent pic. I haven’t heard that many crickets chirping in the audience since I first started posting XD So here, have some tooth-rotting mush, you Visigoths. :p
A couple little proportions issues that I just did not want to clean up. But this is definitely my best self portrait to date >_> Huzzah!
Unlike many other competitors, Jakester has a lot more at stake in this year’s show: his chastity. It has been eight months since his Owner allowed him his last proper orgasm, and and it may be another year before this frisky young pup gets the sexual release he pines for. He’s optimistic and his owner says, “If he really wants it, he’ll win. But sometimes I wonder if he’d stay this way forever.”
***
So yea … that’s really hot. One of my top fantasies. *chuckles* I love climax control and everything involved with it. Its awesome to meet people who share those kinks.
This may be a pic of a real person I recently met and think rather highly of. MAYBE.
Tongue lolling, tail wagging happily, Jake is in his element when he’s on all fours chasing a ball or playing. While his owner has eyes on the Show’s prize, Jake thinks its all just a game and he’s here to play with others!
An exhausting day at work. He had been caught in traffic for an extra thirty minutes on the way home. People too busy gawking at an accident or chatting on their phones.
When He arrived at the door, there was His pup waiting eagerly on the other side. The boy had partially fallen asleep curled up at the doorstep, but the moment He entered the room His pup scampered up onto all fours and barked excitedly, tongue lolling.
After a brisk dinner the pair retired to the sofa in the living room. He patted his lap and His pup clambered up next to Him and laid across his lap, warm heat and pouring affection. This was why He went to work each morning. This was His reward.
***
Mushy!
I don’t like it. But its done. I lost focus on the home stretch. There was going to be more kink but instead my muse was killed and this is what you get.
This pic is over 8 months old XD I started it last year and then forgot about it. I was only reminded of it when I was going through my folders of WIP pics.
There are over 150 entrants spread out through eight breeding categories for this year’s Dog Show. The Meet the Competition segment allows first time viewers to become acquainted with the faces associated of the show.
This years entry from Ms. M’s kennels is a lean pup who answers to the name of Daniel. He comes with an impeccable pedigree for a first-time entrant. According to Ms. M he is “precocious, adventurous, athletic, and completely emasculated.”
Kennedy was born to a well-to-do family back east. His parents, unable to cope with his attitude and cheek, took to keeping him as a dog from a very young age. Mister Tibs, his personal valet, has been forced to play the role of owner to the demanding prima donna in these competitions. Kennedy is the youngest winner in Dog Show history, a feat he he would go on to repeat three more times.
With a pronounced tail sashay and a bubbly demeanor, Mattie comes to the event solely for the chance to show off. He is a first time entrant in this year’s newly opened Sissy Breeds classification. When he is not preening or posing for a camera, he can be found under the judges’ table offering bribes.
***
I love Kennedy. He looks like such a spoiled little brat. The eyebrows, the beauty spot, the soft-serve icecream haircut; its all over the top. XD You can rest assured that there will be more of him.
Daniel pretty much existed to balance out the sheer amount of fey faces on this sheet. He was by far the hardest, even when compared to Mattie’s curls. Drawing normal, 20-something guys is taxing! Too many harsh edges :(
I knew there were some requests for a pink poodle and I knew just the right person to fill that role: lil’ Mattie. :3
Coarse hands ran over his body like so much meat. They parted his lips and examined his teeth. The judge was so close that Roland could smell the TicTac’s in the man’s mouth. The second judge consulted with him regarding his own findings in hushed tones that were indiscernible over the din of the crowd. The man’s probing hands fondled the inside of the pup’s legs, freshly shaven that morning during the hours of grooming and preparation for the Show. He tugged at the tailplug nestled within the youth’s innards, causing a momentary flinch on Roland’s otherwise determined face.
If his friends could see him now, he thought with a combination of pride and embarrassment, as though such a mix were possible. His hair glossy and perfumed, his skin smooth and oiled. His Owner had even contemplated painting his nails for the event. Pink, no less. Whatever He wanted, of course, but Roland was happy that He had decided against it.
Roland remembered his training and stood perfectly still, his eyes frozen on the suited form of his Owner standing in front of him, his leash held firmly in His hand. They had practiced this scene countless times over the previous weeks: Roland perched precariously on the table placed up against the apartment’s window which overlooked the bustling main street below. All the while his Owner did His best to distract him from his task. Whatever the people there on the street thought would pale in comparison to the judges’ observations at the Show and Roland wanted that award for his Master’s mantle.
And so he stood firm, body taunt and flexed, mind focused on the man in front of him and the reward that would follow a good performance. The thought excited him and had had to fight the urge to smile and wag his tail. There were still a half-dozen other events before the awards ceremony and a dozen other competitors he had to out-shine.
***
Two pics in two weeks. Not too shabby.
No idea what the official name of the dog show is. It does need something posh. I do love an excuse to draw puppies. We’ll probably revisit the show again in the future just because it combines suits and puppy play.
Special thanks to Roland for ideas, poses, and participation in this project. It is always nice to have a muse on hand to keep me duly inspired.
They were a contrasting pair: Brogan and Majesty. Majesty pranced proudly without the need of a leash to keep him at heel, his coat shining in the afternoon sun. Brogan skulked by his Master’s side, shivering with nerves, his back coated in sweat.
Passers by noticed the pair and clicked pictures or commented to one another.
Brogan was ashamed at his behavior at the door and the red hand print that shone out on his backside displayed what means were necessary to get him moving. He had balked and tug at his lead, horrified at the prospect of going outside with his Master.
Puppy play was indoors only, wasn’t it? And now here he was, groveling at his grinning Master’s side through a public park full of gawking onlookers. Would it never end? Would they never get home?
***
Hooray for awful, sketchy people in the background! There were going to be more people and a park scene. Screw that.
The colors surprised me this time around. I think I actually prefer the stark shadows to the gradient shadows I used previously. The boy’s face is not really what I was hoping for, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t spend a lot of time nitpicking.
“God dammit, boy.” I bellowed, with due frustration. “I told you I’d let you cum this weekend was that not enough for you?”
Martin’s 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 I’d 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.
I’m 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 I’d 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. He’d know what to do!
***
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