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Master Gives Slave Some Kennel Training

In Puppy Play, Kennel Training at Bound Gods, Jonah Fontana lets his dog, Brian Bonds, out of his cage for some puppy play. Brian woofs and wags his tail, and does anything to please his Master.

Jonah Fontana lets his dog, Brian Bonds, out of his cage

Synopsis: Wearing only a leather dog mask and a jock strap, hands resembling paws bound in black tape, Brian Bonds barks like a dog and wags his tail in his cage, waiting for his master, Jonah Fontana. Jonah enters the room wearing black leather pants and boots, holding a crop, and asks his puppy if he wants to get let out of his cage and play for a while. After a couple of excited barks, Jonah lets his puppy out of the cage and gives him a scratch on the chin. Brian sits like a dog in front of Jonah and begs for his bone. Jonah tells his puppy that he’ll have to earn it and crops his back and inserts a butt-plug puppy tail into Brian’s asshole before whipping out his hard pierced cock. Through the leather puppy mask, Brian sucks his master’s cock while getting cropped. In the next scene Brian is bound with rope on his back to a circular table. Jonah comes in and removes the mask’s muzzle and replaces it with a spider-gag in Brian’s mouth. Jonah cuts Brian’s jock off with scissors and sucks his pup’s hard cock. After that, Jonah applies clover clamps to his pup’s nipples and across his stomach and even more across his ball-sack. Jonah sticks his hard pierced cock through the spider-gag in Brian’s mouth and fucks his face before painfully removing all of the clover clamps. In the final scene, Jonah ties his pup to the outside of his kennel with his ass sticking out. Jonah crops his ass and back hard while Brian whimpers. Jonah then removes Brian’s butt plug and replaces it with his cock. Jonah fucks Brian’s ass deep and hard sticking his fingers in Brian’s mouth making him taste his leather glove. After a hard fucking, Jonah releases his pup from the cage to give him a treat and shoots a huge load all over his leather mask.

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It started with Mitts –Part 17

By Bondagegimp

Darkness

Black. Everything is black. It was still light in the cabin when Bob put in my contact lenses. But there’s nothing left of it, not the slightest bit of light. My eyes dart around in panic, trying to see anything, at least a little bit of brightness. But nothing! Since the second lens was in my eye, I haven’t been able to calm down. It’s too brutal how Bob simply took away my sight. One moment it was light, now it’s just black. Blacker than any darkness.

Now Bob snuggles up to me, half on top of me, one leg over my legs so he could rub my diaper with his thigh, or at least I can feel the weight of his leg muscles on my cock. His upper body is half on top of me, one arm around me. His head is very close to mine; I can feel his beard, his breathing. He speaks soothingly to me, holding my head. At the same time, I feel him staring at me. I knew his gaze, when he pierced me with his eyes, peering deep into my innermost being, fathoming me. I feel his face above mine. I know he is staring at me like that again. I know how closely he studied other people’s gazes and how much he can read in them. But it must be different if the gaze isn’t returned. The black contact lenses work both ways. I’m blind, but Bob can’t look into me either. It seems to fascinate Bob incredibly, because he remains completely motionless for several minutes. “Such helpless eyes” – that’s what he says again and again.

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It started with Mitts –Part 16

By Bondagegimp

Dusk

At some point, the sun reaches the horizon – a wonderful play of colors enchants sky and landscape. I turn to Bob. He looks at me with a loving yet slightly sad gaze and kisses me passionately again. As soon as the sun has set, he reaches for the muzzle and puts it on me – this time without a gag, just with the padded leather shell. It doesn’t completely prevent me from speaking, but it’s so tight that I can only open my mouth with difficulty, and my words are very muffled.

Bob stands up, gets a chain and locks: He attaches one end of the chain to the chain between my ankle cuffs, and the other somewhere on my back to the straitjacket. The chain is long enough that I can still kneel, but I can no longer walk. Now Bob starts to clear away the dishes from the picnic. Since he’s leaving me in the straitjacket and has also tied my feet, I can’t help him. So, I just sit there, enjoy the warm evening air and watch Bob collect everything and put it in boxes.

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