smokedog: Reunited, and it Feels So Good.
Those of my readers who have been around for a while may remember my original post about smokedog. The fun part about blogs that I’m learning is that sooner or later, most of the men I write about find the posts I’ve written about them. And the good news is that most of the men really appreciate the fact that I’ve blogged about them. Actually, no one has complained to date. This summer, smokedog found the post I published about him. From publish date to his communique was probably not more than a couple months. This communication, came after a period of non-communication, so his message was welcome.
One thing that I want to clear up right away is that contrary to what I implied in the first post I wrote about smokedog, he was, in fact, not under the influence of any drugs or intoxicants during the play session I described in the post. What appeared to me, the inexperienced smokedog user, as some sort of intoxication, was simply the result of time well spent in layers and layers of rubber sweating and smoking—nothing more, nothing less. I didn’t intentionally misrepresent smokedog’s state of being, but reported what my impressions were at the time. With that clarification on record, I can proceed to tell you about my reconnection with the smokedog this year.
Right around the end of July or beginning of August, I received a communication from smokedog that suggested he had found the aforementioned post about him. To put this into perspective, it is important to note that I had not used the smokedog since 2006, and had only seen him at one social event in 2007. So the resumption in our communication was quite welcome, and it led to a resumption in my use of the smokedog.
Time has a way of teaching us things, myself included. In two years, many things had changed in my life, and I had new insights, new perspectives, new experiences under my belt. In 2006 I didn’t fully understand the smokedog. I’m not suggesting that I completely understand him today, but I understand him much better today than in 2006. I’m older, wiser, and more experienced today. Some of those things I failed to understand back then, now make perfect sense—and that has made all the difference. The key to the better understanding has been improved communication between me and the smokedog. Before embarking on any scenes, me and the smokedog exchanged several messages that covered expectations management and ground rules. With those communications accomplished, the stage was set for some of the best use and abuse of smokedog ever.
By mid to late August, I was back in smokedog’s playspace. The smokedog was kind enough to provide a re-orientation to the equipment and gear in his playspace. With that bit of housekeeping out of the way, I was able to get right back in the saddle again, where I belong. The whole concept with smokedog is to take him down low and keep him there. Keywords include dehumanization, objectification, and humiliation. smokedog is a human ashtray, urinal, spitoon, and gar hole. It needs fed smoke, spit, urine, cum, sweat. It is meant to be kept in layers, up to four at a time, where it can sweat and breathe cigar smoke for hours on end. And the real defining element for me is the shackles: heavy shackles for ankles, wrists, and neck, all connected by heavy chain. Whether I am present or know about it being shackled, I get off on the layers and shackles in a serious way.
In 2006, one of the issues I had with smokedog was the lack of access to both of its holes. In 2008, that issue was rectified. Along with the resumption in my use of the smokedog came access to its warm pig hole, which I never gained access to in 2006. It is standard protocol now that the smokedog will plug itself and ensure that the rubber layers permit for access to its hole when I use it. That is one of the benefits of communication: my frustration over lack of access to the smokedog’s hole was alleviated.
In the weeks and months since resumption in my use of the gar hole known as “smokedog,” I’ve spent some quality time with it, and deepened the connection I have with it. The play has been highly erotic and I’ve learned to appreciate more than ever the erotic potential in marking the gar hole up, and the power in its transformation from human to subhuman maggot. There will more posts coming that describe more of the details of my use and abuse of the subhuman gar hole.
