The calendar is, unsurprisingly, behind schedule. I’ve got two more shoots to finish before I can send it off to the printer.
These last two shoots require the more difficult to attain props. I wasn’t able to finish today’s shoot because we were chased off the construction site immediately after taking this photo…will try again tomorrow.
After my morning ritual, Master tossed me onto the bed to mark me. Big bruises on my neck I wear with pride to tell the world I am his. Thank you, Master, thank you for letting me be your pup. Everyday is a chance to earn my place as yours and make you proud.
You make me so proud, pup.
Since I started training with you, you’ve grown tremendously. Your ass alone has grown 8-inches, I can’t keep my hands off it. Grrr!
I always opt for the disabled person stall. Going into anything smaller is like funneling a bull into a kennel. My shoulders graze the stall walls, I turn to sit and my thighs fight for room with the toilet paper dispenser; the ordeal leaves me winded and frustrated.
Airplane seats are no better. Not that I’ve ever heard anyone say they enjoy sitting in an airplane seat, but watching the pained expressions of people as I explain I’m sitting beside them. Thats rough. I might as well be telling them we’re sharing a seat for a trans-continental flight. I tuck my arms in and try to make myself as small as possible, not because I want to, but I sympathize with the other passengers. Nobody wants my arm taking up both arm rests and half their seat.