The session with a wonderful dog from Alaska
Today, I has a good session with a wonderful dog from Alaska.
When I stepped into the room, you welcomed me with warmth, as if you had been waiting for this moment for weeks, anticipation blooming in your heart. It was our first meeting—not just with each other, but with an experience like this. I saw the delicate dance of nerves and quiet expectation in your eyes. We exchanged greetings, and as I offered you a smile, you returned it, hesitant yet sincere. In that instant, the air softened, wrapping us in something unspoken yet understood. A quiet certainty settled within me—this would be a moment to remember.
Before our session began, you shared a glimpse of yourself—your likes, your hopes, and the simple truth that this was new for you. You did not say much, but your reserved nature, the way you listened so intently to my words, only made you all the more captivating. No matter how much you tried to conceal it, I could feel it—the longing in your heart, the silent surrender you wished to offer me.
When you stepped out of the shower, there I was—dressed in bondage, waiting for you.
The moment your eyes met mine, you gasped. More beautiful than you had imagined? And yet, despite having just bathed, you returned to the room wearing the same clothes as before. Surely, the good dogs reading this can see the flaw in that, can’t they?
That’s right. A dog has no need for clothing.
So, piece by piece, I stripped you down, teaching you with each removal that these were nothing but unnecessary burdens. And when I finally took away the last piece—the fabric that hid your most vulnerable self—I saw it in your eyes. A flicker of shame, quickly melting into something else. A quiet resignation. No, more than that—an acceptance. The moment one surrenders not just to embarrassment, but to the certainty of what comes next.
And then, onto your bare, vulnerable body, I fasten a cage of cold metal—a tiny prison to seal away your deepest instincts. Can you feel it? The weight, the unyielding embrace. As if your very essence has been bound, controlled, owned.
Surely, these are sensations unlike anything you have ever known. Every touch, every restraint, every lingering trace of pain and pleasure—each one a new frontier, pushing you further than you ever imagined.
Your movements restrained, your breath no longer your own to control. A sensation so new, so unfamiliar—exhilarating, isn’t it? You endured the searing kiss of hot wax, and in doing so, awoke a deeper hunger within yourself. Craving more, craving intensity. So I granted your unspoken wish. I sank my teeth into the most sensitive part of your body, marking you deep—an imprint of pain, of pleasure, of undeniable possession.
It was such an enjoyable time for me. I’m sure this will be an unforgettable memory of Japan for you as well. Even when you return to your country, don’t forget my fragrance.
Thank you for your time.
