Consensual Captivity

The thoughts, fantasies and extreme 24/7 adventures of owned property

     
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Scratches and scrapes

It’s been a long time since I’ve hurt myself. Well, I guess technically this is Jamie’s fault but this thing takes responsibility for sure! He gave me some road rash over the weekend taking off after a squirrel on some gravel. Per usual, this little thing was naked and when I tripped my leg got it pretty good. I feel like a little kid and a sore pet. Last night my Owner took extra time to bathe me in gentle salt water, shave me clean and check all my marks. I’ve been confined since. I hope my Owner will put me back out soon although I’ve truly needed the rest. This little pet has to acclimate to more work and time outside, I’m getting there. I’m excited for my body to be stronger and eager to be back in top condition. 

 

It’s funny as soon as I wrote “condition” I imagined being conditioned as a little pony. I love how the brain associates things. My Owner has been looking at gear and it’s making me squirm thinking about being treated even more like an animal. Even less like a human. :)


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Journey to The Ranch

Greetings:

As many of you know, moving even the shortest distances can be a major hassle. I personally hate moving, so I’m doubly hating that I’ve moved twice in just over a year. My bad, but I feel I was making improvements each time. This time, I think I’ve done even better.

The Ranch, as I’m calling it, is a large plot of land outside of Los Angeles, with a lot of privacy for all the things I’ve wanted to do to train greyhound as a full time owned object. But its been an adventure getting here. Let me share a few details with you:

  • What I wanted was privacy, and I sure got it. But it comes at a price. The road that leads up to the house is not only private, but also not much more than a dirt road cross carved from water flows and wear. To even get up and down it I needed to get a new car, a four wheel drive truck. Lots of fun now, but it is no cake walk getting up to the house. The road itself is gated as well, at the bottom, deterring people from even trying, but only the rare soul with serious traction is getting up here anyway. 
  • That being said, you can imagine what it is like moving large cages, bondage beds and lots of gear up to the house. Trip after trip was necessary, because no moving truck is going to help. I could get the stuff to the bottom of the hill, but would still need to move it piece by piece in the aforementioned four wheel drive. So instead, it became a constant travel back and forth to get pieces. It’s about a two hour drive from the loft to The Ranch. Not horrible, but after two weeks or so, it was getting tiring.
  • Even though its a nice house, it IS in the country, and very rustic country at that. So lots of areas that need to be graded, rocks to be moved, holes to be dug. Of course I have the perfect work horse to do a lot of it. Greyhound has always wanted to be used more physically, and loves the idea of being the pony, the laborer. So she should get plenty of opportunity for that.

All that being said, we should be fully moved this week, and we can get down to a more consistent schedule of training, predicament bondage, hard labor and good ol’ bondage! Stay tuned. It’s going to be awesome!

 

Jackson


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