Updated: Sep 25, 2018
My name is Doggo Oso, but more about that later. My journey into this life started a long time ago. I always knew I was different. I figured out relatively early that when I endured certain kinds of pain, it made me feel good in other parts of my body, and I also discovered the endorphin rush well before I knew what it was called. Throughout my formative years, I found all kinds of ways to feed it, until ultimately making my way into the kink community (which is probably where I should focus).
I met my husband in 2004, and we’ve been together since. When we met, I was exclusively a top, but he taught me the pleasures of bottoming for someone that took their time and cared about their partner. We had some adventurous times, but we didn’t really entertain much in the way of kink until about 2014 or 2015. I’ve always been kinky, but knowing it didn’t do much for my husband I just ignored it until then. We had a friend that liked to be on the receiving end of a flogger, and since I’m such a giver I happily helped him out with that. That particular party ended, but I was not done with kink by a long shot.
In 2016, I was on the lookout for a submissive, and found the person who would become my first pup. I knew nothing about puppy play, and had many of the same misguided ideas and misconceptions that many people have. When we met, I told him I was not at all interested, but we could keep talking. The more I learned about puppy play, the more it felt natural to me. I have always enjoyed a trainer/teacher/mentor role, and the fact that our pup enjoyed ‘funishment’ when he misbehaved made it all that much better.
It never occurred to me that I would have a pup side until this year. As a joke, I tried on our pup’s hood, and immediately felt something. It felt good. It made a lot of my normal day to day stress disappear for a minute, and I got to just relax. Pretty soon, I had ordered my own hood, and couldn’t wait for it to arrive.
No one cared who I was until I put on the mask... (ok, so I’m a movie freak) I felt so different when I put my hood on for the first time. It was a bit of an awakening in me. I knew immediately that there was something wrong, though. When I looked at my face, I didn’t see me. I knew my new face needed something. I’ve been a body piercer for over 20 years, and knew my face needed piercings for it to feel like me. Hence, my modifications. Once I saw my face in the mirror, I knew it was me.
What do I call myself? I needed a pup name. I knew I wasn’t going to be happy with ‘puppy x’ or ‘pupper y.’ I’m no twink, and I’m definitely aged out of the ‘puppy’ moniker. My own pup came up with a name on his own that took hold almost immediately. Doggo Oso just seemed right. My pup is half Mexican, and Oso means bear. I don’t think I could come up with a more perfect name for me, so it stuck.
Since embracing my pup side, I have found one of the very few people in my life to make me feel submissive. Earlier this year, he became my Handler/Sir, and he’s become a very important part of my life. I never realized how much serving someone could make me happy. Being able to drop out of being in constant control, and just doing as I’m told has been a very freeing experience for me. When you see me at an event, you may see Oso, and you may not. I try to split my time evenly between being husband, Master to my pup, and Oso to my Meister.
Whomever I may be, please feel free to say hello. I don’t bite.....ok, I do...but only with consent.