Entranced.

I noticed him the moment he entered. He was standing when I first spotted his hooded face. Initially he appeared small, demure in nature; however, the moment he slipped to the ground, his back suddenly appeared stronger, broader and his confidence intensified. I could not help but watch as his dark silhouette glided through the crowd. He moved with grace as his fists clenched into balls and his feet angled and poised as he lifted first his right then left leg, bending with force so that his knees never touched the floor. The whites of his eyes glistened and I found myself straining to see his lips, the contours of his cheekbones, any form of expression other than the wide eyed puppy gaze exhibited behind the large circles cut from the thick leather hood.

His every move replicated that of a dog and I was fascinated at his attention to detail. The puppy hood itself looked exactly like that of a canine specimen and there were moments throughout the evening that I had to stop myself from reaching out to pet him. He was being paraded throughout the dance floor and he moved in sync to whomever he was kneeling to. There were moments when he exhibited such excitement I was certain I could hear his playful appreciative barks as he wiggled his back side in recognition of the attention he was receiving.

During a moment of explicit intimacy, he mounted a female, pushing his chest to her back. He moved in primal hypnotic gyration and the expression in his eyes caused my entire body to stir. He had caught me watching him and as he gaze met mine I felt paralyzed to look away. Instead, I was held captive in lust and as the puppy's hips thrust ever so slightly against the supple bottom of his heats desire I thought, for a brief instant that I could actually smell his feral scent.

My cheeks were a true crimson by the time the puppy retracted from his bitch and moved, sniffing the air before him as he moved through the horny crowd. Eventually my gaze lingered to new passions; however, a part of me was very aware of what the puppy was doing and where he was. And much to my humiliation, Master was very well aware that I was mesmerized and I am most certain the grin that slowly crept up at the corners of his mouth was indicative to the pleasure he received from my embarrassed state of arousal.

Eventually the evening ended and as our ship docked we rose and moved below so that we could return to our vehicle. Once we were nestled inside the warm car, I closed my eyes and once more I found myself watching the black hooded beast, my imagination taking me on a whole new journey.

Master often states that I over analyze most everything I hear and experience. I have not argued this observation because I believe Master is correct. I want to absorb, process, ponder, question and finally come to some understanding of the events which had transpired. Last night is a perfect example of me embracing a situation and allowing my cognitive tentacles to feel through the motions. I mentioned in my entry previous to this one that Master and I participated a lovely boot cruise, Nautical Naughtiness. I had been looking forward to this event mostly because it had been far too long since I was last on a ship and I am an absolute water baby. I feel at ease, safe and calm when on or in water and the fact that the event was to last 4 1/2 hours made my entire body tingle. Once on the ship I found even more pleasure as people started to board. Everyone was dressed in some form of fetish wear and I was, once again, curious to learn others sexual desires. As we launched the music started and it was not long before people began to dance. There was one girl in particular who caught my attention: she was in dread locks and was wearing a leather skirt which reminded me of a kilt. Her boots were thick, black and shackled. Her demeanor at first glance may appear more masculine; however, the way she moved her frame showed a girl completely in tune with her body and sexuality.

The evening progressed and my attention was drawn to numerous individuals. I was most entranced with the puppy but I was also in awe at the raw sexual energy flowing through and between numerous people. I remember at one point leaning over to speak with Master sharing with him that I was in awe at how the women did not even seem to notice the numerous fingertips caressing naked flesh or lips lightly nipping at shoulders and breasts. This was a true feast for sexually anorexic - only I did not believe any of the persons I was captivated by having deprived themselves of any sexual pleasure for any length of time.

I was and still am in awe each persons freeing nature; of both genders embracing his and her sexuality and finding no limitations to the pleasure he or she was craving. There were no moments of hesitation, not that my eyes could see, in fact, what I witnessed was a bountiful orgy of caresses, whimpers, seduction and release: A succulent exchange of lust and sweet sexual deviance celebrated in all its beautiful glory.

Master may become confused even frustrated at times for my over analytical mind but perhaps he shall reap the rewards for having a thought provoked slave for I have learned from this experience and I am now questioning those strict morals I have based my actions on for all these years. Sex, sexuality, sensuality are three of the most powerful sensations/emotions/desires/lusts any one person can experience and after witnessing such exchanges I feel ignited, charged to have some of my very own. And out of all of which I observed, the transformation of person to puppy is by far one of the absolute strongest.

That person, who lowered his body to the floor was no longer human once he began to crawl. He was a dog. All I saw was animal. All I heard was animal. All I believed it to be was an animal. And I wanted to be right beside it, feeling all it did.

Now that is powerful.

~His

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