- My first of five interesting toys.
- My second of five interesting toys.
- My third of five interesting toys.
- My fourth of five interesting toys.
- My fifth of five interesting toys.
In keeping with the theme from my first of five interesting toys, the second toy is one that involves an animal, well, a particular part of an animal, an imitation of a particular part. This toy is not new; however, this is the first time I am openly speaking about said toy. When Master originally gave me this toy I was mortified. I could not believe that he would expect me to use such a toy. I was, needless to say, exceptionally humiliated and gravely upset with him. If my memory serves me well, I do believe I was ridiculously silent with Master when he telephoned me asking if the parcel had arrived. With rather curt responses I informed Master that yes, the outrageously vile toy had arrived and I was absolutely not about to play with it. In true Master fashion he chuckled, allowed me to fume and after a few minutes had passed instructed me to get the toy and simply hold it in my hands. I obeyed, begrudgingly so and as I held the thick weapon I began to weep.
There is a sense of great shame for me, with regards to this one particular toy. And I believe many of those negative manifestations stem from the fact that I am utterly aroused by the mere thought of having such a toy used to bring me pleasure. Unlike other toys Master has generously given me, with this toy, I waited a very long time before ever using it. Thankfully Master granted me permission to take my time; however, when the time came and I finally violated my cunt with it, I came unraveled. Although I can not recall every moment of that one faithful day, what I can recall is that I had turned into a complete sexual beast. I was no longer human, no longer a girl, no I was an animal and I grunted, growled and barked for more. Had I looked in a mirror during Masters exploitation of his slave I am most certain I would not have seen me but rather I would have witnessed a wild beast, desperate for more, aching to be violated once again.
As I look back on that day I feel a flush rise up over my cheeks. I am still embarrassed by receiving pleasure from a toy which is a replica of a dogs cock; still mortified that the idea of being degraded in such a fashion, of transforming into a barking bitch, makes me come alive, stirs something deep, deep inside me. I think part of my shame will always exist but I believe that is part of my arousal. I have come to realise that being humilated, the act of humiliation definitely causes a swell of blood to rush to my cunt, flood my nerves with tingles and ignite a wealth of activity in my thoughts and although I am not always comfortable with my responses I do appreciate what my mind and body allow me to feel and I will take the shame as long as I continue to feel the pleasure.
As I sit here, allowing my words to flow through my fingertips, I find myself glancing at the photograph to my left. My eyes outline the pointed tip, roam down along the spongy shaft and then pause as my gaze draws over the bulbous knot. It is that very knot which causes me to swallow hard, to push down the repulsion for it is that very part that reminds me that although I appear to be a girl, what lurks deep within my darkest recesses is anything but.
~His
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