Latex, Latex, Latex – Doggy Style

Oh, god, how good it feels to have a normal life every once in a while again. Normal, of course, means being wrapped in latex, layer upon layer, straps, masks, corsets, and everything else I can imagine. This is the first of a series of posts I’m going to be writing about my recent photoshoot – my first in god knows how long.

If you’re not interested in me gushing over time spent bound in latex items most people will never experience, you may as well cut your losses and look elsewhere. But, if you are the least bit curious about what it’s like to spend two days doing nothing but taking erotic latex bondage photos and getting fucked by your photographer, then stay tuned.

First, I do want to clarify a few things. A lot has happened while my blog got only minimal attention. If you’re confused about a few things, I understand. So let me just clarify a few personal issues.

I’m not in a steady relationship. I do see my kinky friends from time to time, but Covid made it all a bit difficult. Clubs are, of course, not yet open, despite some occasional attempts. My personal life is all on the right track, although it has taken up the better part of my life in recent months. I’m not trying to sugarcoat anything, life has been rough, but it’s pointing in the right direction. And for those of you who have seen me recently in real life (god, I hope you don’t read my blog!!!) you know that I’ve settled into my new home, my job is demanding, but good, and eventually the Kitas (daycare centers) will open again. Incidentally, just in time for the German Fetish Ball in September!!!

OK, boring stuff out of the way. I first have to tell you a bit about who I was doing the photoshoot with. Believe it or not, it was my St. Petersburg flame. Yes, despite it all, he contacted me and wanted to get together. No emotional drama, no nothing, just a few days of kink and sex. Now, maybe it was the sense of isolation during the pandemic and the desperate urge to try on some of my new latex items, but honestly, who wouldn’t say ‘YES’ after a long dry spell?

And for those out there who believe that the same emotional drama unfolded as it did in St. Petersburg, I’m sorry, but you’re going to be very disappointed. Instead, it was kink heaven!

He had booked a hotel penthouse in Berlin with a shit-load of options for great photos. We had two floors and some outdoor space, new gear, and of course everything else that I could bring along. And if that wasn’t enough, the weather was fabulous, the suite had a grand piano, really everything I could ever wish for. All that in my own hometown. (That makes it sound so, well, tame…)

Just imagine, arriving at the hotel, seeing this amazing penthouse apartment, bringing stuff I had never worn before in my life, and doing the first extended bondage sessions in over a year! If you think I was horny as hell, you’re fucking right. Of course, I wanted to take pictures, but I also wanted him to treat me like his fuck slave. I wanted him to use me, not for all the emotional baggage from St. Petersburg, but because of the drought we all had experienced over the past year.

I’ve posted a few pictures on Twitter and Instagram. Fortunately, this is my space and I can post whatever pictures I like. No police around to arrest me now for violating community standards. So, after this introduction, let me just into the very first set of pictures we took.

The Doggy Bondage Suit!

Those of you who are into pet play are probably more familiar with it than I am. I’m really a novice in this area, but I’m curious. I had gotten the doggy bondage suit together with a bunch of other items a few weeks earlier. Just the smell of a new heavy rubber item coming for the first time out of its bag is intoxicating. Knowing that I’m going to be inside of it with absolutely no fucking way to get out of it by myself is my personal bliss.

If you don’t know what a doggy suit is, just imagine a catsuit, but your legs end at the knee, and your arms at the elbow. Everything else has to be folded to fit inside the suit. Oh, and unlike most of my catsuits, this one was about twice as thick as my other items. In other words, once inside, there is virtually no give, arms, and legs, unless walking on all fours, render me completely immobile, and the zipper in the rear allows me to be fucked like a dog (no, I don’t fuck dogs, you pervert). This is not the ‘doggy position’ but complete and utter helplessness against his penetrating cock.

I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. Let me just say that this suit is not for beginners. First of all, whoever wants to be inside had to be extremely flexible. That’s not my strong side, but it worked. At least until I lost all feeling in my legs. It’s also fucking hot, not in the sexual sense (well that, too), but there is no escaping the thickness of the latex. Nothing cools down the skin and sweat is just flowing everywhere. Fortunately, he was kind enough to place all the blankets we could find in a circle to make my playpen. It was just soft enough that I could get up on my knees, and even crawl a bit on all fours.

He took a gazillion pictures. I had to stay still when just staying alert was a problem. Seriously, how the fuck do dogs live that way? No wonder they have their tongue hanging out all the time. Did I feel some relief when he finally let me out? Absolutely, but not after the pictures were done and he had rammed his cock deep into my dripping cunt. This was animal lust. No gentle caressing or lovemaking. Just two animals going at it like the world was going to end. Who the fuck cares if I had an orgasm or how it felt – fuck, I just had a real cock inside of me for the first time in ages!

That’s how the weekend started.