Recently I was asked about my fox tail and after receiv­ing per­mis­sion from Master I have decided to write a little mini series of what I con­sider to be five of our most inter­est­ing toys.  Granted, the fox tail plug might appear to be a stand­ard toy, but for me, the accept­ance of such a toy was a huge step for this turtle.  The nervous­ness in which I approached such a toy did not come because of its size or because it is an anal toy but because it is a toy which rep­res­ents an animal and I have often felt squeam­ish when being treated like an animal.

I am very well aware that Master does not con­sider me to be an animal. He might treat me like his animal, from time to time, but deep inside my puzz­ling psyche I know that Master respects me as a per­son, which is why I am able and will­ing to be treated oth­er­wise.  The inter­est­ing aspect with regards to the fox tail though is that I do not feel like an animal when I have it inside of me; how­ever, I do believe if it were a puppy tail I just might.  The fox tail actu­ally feels regal, as corny as that might sound. When I feel the soft fur brush against my thighs, it actu­ally makes me straighten my back, keep my head held high and crawl or walk with poise.  There truly is no explan­a­tion for my beha­viours while the plug is bur­ied deep within my ass cunt but for whatever reason, I gain a sense of form­al­ity that always sur­prises me.

I believe what I find most inter­est­ing about the fox tail plug  is that for some reason, the base of it provides more pres­sure than most anal toys and there­fore can cause me pain, the kind of pain that does not feel good, that does not make me want more.  I believe it might have to do with the weight of the actual plug because it is much heav­ier than most toys I have had inser­ted inside of my ass cunt and per­haps the long tail pulls ever so slightly in a down ward motion and that extra pres­sure causes a level of dis­com­fort that the other toys do not.  Even the glass plug, which is not a favour­ite of mine, is not as heavy nor hurts as much as the fox tail.  Perhaps it is because of my dis­com­fort that Master has chosen not to imple­ment the tail very often, or rather rarely, because he is aware of a lack of phys­ical pleasure.

Regardless of my hes­it­a­tion towards the fox tail, I do like it.  I like that Master picked it for me and that Master takes pleas­ure when he sees me sport­ing it, the tail wag­gling between my legs.  There have been one or two moments when I have slipped the black sheath into my tight hole where I imme­di­ately felt owned, a sense of being prop­erty that I had not felt before and I believe it is because of that sen­sa­tion that I often look fondly at the fox tail, a smile curl­ing at the corners of my lips.  Anytime a toy can bring me a heightened sense of being prop­erty I am happy and the fox tail does just that.

~His

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