flexiblyfurry:

Sometimes I wish I had a vagina for a day.

I wanna know what it feels like to be pounded and fucked.

(I’m pretty sure you guys think the same)

((I’m also sure that some of you gals had a cock to you know what’s its like to fuck hard. It’s pretty awesome btw))

It’s called a STRAPON BABY!! Of course not quite the same as the real thing, but I’ll tell you what, the feeling of “taking” my pet in that masculine way, of making him into my sweet little shy slut… *Shudders* But yeah, if I could really make that trade for a day… Hell yes.

Weirdest most random bull shit ever! >< 
I know I don’t log in EVERY day any more, but I’m still on here quite often. All of a sudden my little mail thinger said I had one message. OMG AWESOME! Except nope! I had several, all from like forever ago that I just never got for some reason. And a few of them were spam. Then of course because I’m awesome, I deleted all of the other ones along with the spam. Because yeah. -_-

So I apologize if I ignored something you sent, you’re welcome to resend if you want. I might get it someday. *Whimpers her displeasure.* 

OMFG! Last night was a fucking blast! So we went to the weddings and all, and right after the second one started heading for Ground Zero, the nightclub where the festivities were being held. Since slutpet was too shy to let me be seen by anyone in full kink gear, I changed from my proper little dress to my fetish clothes in the car.
I wound up going with my black corset with the red boning, my black miniskirt, and thigh-high boots. My nails were painted bright red to match the corset, I wore red lipstick and black eye shadow. Slutpet wore a pair of dark jeans, his new dark red shirt, and the black button-down, just like we’d planned. He was, without doubt, the most attractive male in the whole club. And I’m not just saying that because he’s mine. *Wink.*

We arrived about half an hour before they opened and went to have a drink at the place next door, then outside for some public smoking play. I had him sit close in front of me and smoked casually, exhaling into his face. He drank it in and I could see him melting like he does when we’re at home.
Once inside, we knew it was going to get crowded before long so we immediately procured a table right in front on the outside end, perfect for getting to see all of the action. Pet asked what I wanted to drink, and we debated for a bit then decided on a screwdriver for him and a Roy Rogers for me, since I’d already had one mixed drink earlier. Then we noticed the bar behind us wasn’t open yet, so we decided to wait rather than go to the far one by the dance floor. It was far too interesting watching the Mistresses get their gear ready, and we were both perfectly content to enjoy that simple pleasure. 
He was sitting with one ankle on his knee reclined in his chair. I leaned back in my own and used the heel of one boot to push his foot down, then promptly used his lap as a footrest. He shuddered with pleasure and looked me in the eye.
“I’m ready to wear my collar, if it would please you, Mistress,” he rasped. I smirked and withdrew it from my purse. He’d been too shy to wear it in, and I wanted to make sure he was comfortable so I’d told him beforehand to let me know if and when he would be willing to wear it. I was very pleased with how quickly he warmed up to the idea, and put it on for him. It was a double-strap collar with a large O-ring hanging from the front. I left it a tad loose, since his usual collar is lined with lambskin and very comfortable, and this one had a rough inside and rather harsh edges, not to mention it was twice as wide. (The reason he wasn’t wearing his usual collar, you see, is because it is pink and says “slutpet” on it, and the one we brought was plain black, which he was more comfortable wearing in public.)
“Would you like me to wear the chain too?” he asked once I’d clasped the leather around his neck. From my purse I withdrew a short length of chain and clipped it to the ring. It wasn’t long, hanging only about to the bottom of his breastbone, but more than enough for me to hold and play with throughout the night. Seeing him willing to do such a thing in public was an incredible turn-on for me, and I admit I got quite distracted just watching my beautiful pet on his leash.
Eventually the bar near us opened and he went to fetch our drinks, the silver chain hanging in stark contrast to the ebony of his shirt. When he returned he set a glass of water in front of me and his drink beside it. I looked at them for a moment, then tugged his leash and brought his ear to my lips. 
“That isn’t what I told you I wanted,” I said gently. I was not mad, but I did want him to be aware of his mistake. His entire face and body fell as if I’d yelled at him, and he gazed up at me with dismay. 
“I’m not mad,” I murmured, not wanting him to think I was and hurt his mood. 
“I’m… Well I’m disappointed,” he admitted, which I found endearing. He truly was in such a submissive state that I didn’t even need to reprimand him in the least, he was already punishing himself for that slight transgression. Pleased, but also wanting to make sure he stayed in good spirits, I leaned over, pulled his head to my chest and held him, running my fingers through his hair. 
“You’re such a good boy, I forgive you,” I told him. He let me baby him for a moment, then we sat back up and continued to people watch and wait for the show to start. 
The first person to go up was a rather annoying little fratboy male, one of those typical creatures who wants to try and “take a walk on the wild side” by going to such an event. He had his underwear cut into a thong to expose his unattractive ass, and then was spanked and paddled in the gentlest of ways. Pet and I had discussed him going up to be flogged, a favorite of his if done right, but the third sub who went up gave him pause. 
Let’s just say I’m sure the welts on his back have probably turned some very interesting colors by now. 

We continued to watch the show, and discussed whether or not slutpet would have the courage to go up if I managed to get him that chance. He was extremely nervous, even shaking a bit, and I kept reassuring him and petting him. I told him I would not let anyone hurt him more than he liked, and I’d be right there with him if he went. He was acting so frightened yet I could tell he wanted so much not to miss an opportunity like this. Mistress Jean herself had come back for that night only, and I knew he truly wanted to say he’d had even that semblance of a session with her. He deserved it, I thought.

Still not having reached a decision, but having reached the bottom of my water glass, I had him go fetch me my preferred drink, and then was content to sit with my boots on his knees for a bit while I enjoyed the show. The longer we watched, however, the less inclined to go up he became. More welts appeared on the backs of more males, and I could feel the tension in him rising. He was so torn, and kept asking me to make the decision for him. I felt it was important for him to truly want to go if he was going to endure any sort of painful torture, so I refused to push him any more than I already had.

I pardoned myself to use the ladies room, an event I mention only because I was so thrilled at how the crowd which had developed behind us parted when I began walking by. It was not the typical grudging lean to one side most people give when a small female asks to pass, people actually took a few steps back to give me room. I held my head high, walked proudly, and felt every bit the Domme I am when pet and I are alone. We were both truly feeling our places that night, and I came to a decision about what I could do to really make my boy’s night without the risk of pushing him too far.
I returned to our table, and we watched a lovely female have a vibrator cling wrapped to her crotch. The way she thrusted against it, her muscles clenching, coupled with the look on her face… was incredible. Hands down hers was the most entertaining session to witness. Slutpet even told me that after seeing her up there he would be satisfied not going up at all. He was thrilled with her reaction, the way she was handled by the Mistresses, everything. I told him I understood, but inside I had already made a decision he was entirely unaware of.

Before long, I went up and spoke briefly with the bouncer, making my inquiry for my boy. He told me that my idea was just fine, and my boy could go just after the next sub, since his session would be brief. Returning to the table, he eagerly leaned in and asked what we’d discussed.
“You’re going up,” I said, and he begged I tell him. The look on his face and the tone of his voice told me it was very important, he simply would not be able to handle the anticipation. He needed to gear himself up mentally for whatever I’d decided he would do.
“You will go… And kiss the boots of the beautiful Mistress Jean. And that is all.” His eyes widened and he shook even more.
“Thank you…” he breathed, “Oh Mistress, thank you so much. Will… will you please go with me? Please?”
“Of course, pet. I will be with you.” He thanked me again, and I yanked his leash to pull him in for a possessive kiss.

When it was his turn, I grabbed his leash and led him up to the beautiful vision of a woman who sat with her legs crossed elegantly on the edge of the table. I gave his leash a tug downward, pointed, and commanded he kiss her shoes. He dropped and began to do so, eagerly. While he was down there I leaned in and thanked the Mistress for him. She smiled beautifully, and playfully pointed to a run in her nylon.
“Did he do that?” she asked, and winked. I giggled, and when he looked up at me I jerked his leash again, pointing to it myself.
“Look what you did!” I growled playfully, and gave him the gentlest of slaps on the cheek. Then I pointed at my own boots.
“Mine too,” I directed, and he fell upon them, kissing and worshipping with all he had. After a moment I pulled him up and indicated to the Mistress.
“Thank her, pet.” He did, gushing for just a moment before I pulled him back to our table. There he knelt beside my chair and nuzzled into me like a dog. He thanked me and gushed quietly, nuzzling my side and petting my boots, seeming very unsure what to do with himself but eager to express his euphoria. I petted him and crooned to him about how good he was.
“You’re acting very pet-like,” I complimented, and he nodded.
“I know. Thank you. I’m feeling really… submissive and snuggly. I kinda wanna go home…”
“That’s perfectly fine with me, darling.” We waited just a bit longer, and then decided to head out. I asked if he wanted me to take his collar off, and he said no, which I found delightful. I led him by the short chain all the way to the car.
Just outside we passed a group of drunk frat boy bitches who proceeded to bark and howl as we walked by. Neither one of us gave them even a glance, instead we both walked very proudly and I casually flipped them all off over my shoulder without missing a step.
I had my prized boy, he was proud to be exactly that, and not a single one of them would ever know how fucking amazing that felt.

It was quite possibly the best night ever.

I’m excited! Tonight is the evening slutpet and I are going to our kink shindig at the club. I switched up my outfit a little bit. He suggested red nails to give me a splash of color. I went a little bit further with that idea and switched from the all black corset to the black and red one (you may have seen it in a previous post, I’m wearing ears as well). I may also switch my shoes, though I don’t want to. Given how hot it may be though, I don’t know if thigh-highs will be too much or not. I’ll have to see when I get to that point.

Also, I’m very excited to announce that I think I’ve found my online pet. Except there is more than one, (two almost certainly and one more who has poofed lately) which is not what I originally intended. I can’t find any good reason to pick one over any other though. So I’m likely to end up with two or three online pets, which is just fine with me. 

I was really grumpy for no apparent reason. And pet was in what we call “Pad mode” which is like my Turtle Mode, somewhat innocent, very playful and sweet. I didn’t want to be all pissy, and I felt bad for acting like a jerk. Suddenly I realized what it was I needed to do to feel better.

“I know how you’re feeling right now, but I really want to not be grumpy and snarly anymore. You want to help me don’t you?”
“Yeah, how?”
“Well… I am afraid I will be feeling better in about twenty minutes or so… And you can either participate willingly or not… but you’ll still participate either way.”
“You mean you’re gonna…”
“Rape you violently whether you like it or not? Yes. So I suggest you start trying to mentally get yourself out of Pad Mode, because I want to rape your body, not your mind, poor thing.”
“Ok.”
“Lock the door.”
We undressed in a flash, I not even bothering with my bra. He wasn’t hard enough yet so I threw him down and grabbed him, staring him in the eye as I growled. “Hurry, I need you now.”
“Um, what kind of a mood are you in, other than super horny?”
“Shut up, that’s what kind.” 
It wasn’t long, he said he thought he was ready. I didn’t hesitate. I dove upon him and settled him deep inside, giving him hardly a breath to enjoy that first thrust of entry before I stared grinding wildly.

At one point I was glaring down at him, hair all frazzled around my face, and he said I looked terrifying. One hand was on the wall above his head, my face inches from his as I panted and rocked my hips. 
Once wasn’t enough, I kept going and used him again, coming for the second time and immediately collapsing onto him. I was fully spent, exhausted, and I felt so much better. He held me for a bit, and I insisted I couldn’t go on for him, but that he had to finish too. So he flipped us over and I laid there panting while he much more gently took his pleasure from me.

It was pretty intense. I loved it.

There will be a lot of vanilla/kink meshing of the updates herein, just the way I like it. 

First of all, we found pet a great outfit for our outing next weekend! Yaay! I’ll try to post a picture of it soon. It’s this really neat red undershirt that looks like it’s been stained with some black dye all over, giving it a dark and sort of… worn look. Then over that a black button-down shirt that’s very close fitting, it has two breast pockets and one has some tiny black studs on it. Asymmetrical and very sexy, if you ask me. Then a plain pair of very dark jeans, unless we find something better. He has a pair of really nice men’s Hot Topic boots, but we aren’t sure if he’ll wear them or not. Most likely, since I think they’ll go really well with the rest of the outfit. It’s simple, yes, but something he’ll be comfortable in which is my primary goal. He also said he’s willing to let me bring along one of our collars (though probably not his collar, given that it’s pink) and if he’s feeling comfortable enough, let me put it on him in public. Which I think would be downright orgasmic. 

Second update is that our roomie is out of state this weekend, and we plan to try and get some awesome kinkery in tonight. Wish me luck! I work this evening, so I’m hoping to come up with an idea of what I want him to wear and have him start there then surprise me with some accessories and such.  We got this amazing new posture collar, it’s dark patent red and really soft (so not a great “posture” collar but a damn sexy accessory) so I’m trying to increase my tolerance for wearing that. May throw it on tonight. Pet got a pretty pink one with white accents, not patent but still sexy. Again, pictures as soon as I can. 

On a more depressing note, I found a lump on my dog’s shoulder the other day. It was about the size of an acorn squashed down a little, and since he’s going to be 6 (on Thursday!) it worries me. It seems to have gone down since I first spotted it, but I’m still concerned. The vet said that if it doesn’t go away on its own soon to go ahead and bring him in. He’s been through so much in his tiny life I feel awful and get paranoid every time he so much as sneezes funny. He was run over (believe it or not), is going blind, and has really bad tooth decay, and needs to have some pulled soon. I’m switching him to wet food mixed with a crushed up version of the really high-quality stuff I feed normally, so he’ll still get the good stuff along with some really tasty stuff. Do I spoil my dog? Hell yeah. Do you wish you were my dog, too? Don’t lie, you totally do. ;)

And finally, the search for an online dogboy has kind of slowed due to me being really busy, but I found a very promising boy a short while back. We had one trial session and he did very well, he has good manners and uses proper English, unlike most of people I’ve found. We both have fairly busy schedules though, so I wonder how often we’ll get to play, but that’s alright. 

Oh, wait, one more thing. Seriously guys, why doesn’t anyone ask me questions? Are you all really that shy? Just curious. I still love you all, of course, but I’d love to hear from you, too. <3 (Not counting the couple of you I talk to outside tumblr, you know who you are and I love you to death! :D)