As you will no doubt know Mistress as the very embodiment of strictness and BDSM play perfection, it may or may not surprise you to learn that one of My greatest 'badges' was a public (ok fetish club) mishap. I laughed then, have regaled since, laughed some more times and these days I think about it fondly with a Mona Lisa smile.
Club Pedestal - 2010 I believe. Cherished subbie of 3 years got dogged up - collared with lead, lovely leather paddy paws and of course, the jewel in the crown - a lovely latex dog tale with plug firmly inserted.
After Dog got in the first round he was then instructed that, yes he was dog and must be on all fours (never mind his drink) and I paraded him round and about on all fours, every now and then a 'sit', 'beg', 'paw'...
Eventually finding a suitable glade into which I could make a show of him I made a special show off of his dog tricks with treats of pats, a spit in the mouth even. 'waggle your tale' I commanded, unknowingly for the last time; for I took the tail and gave it a jiggle...
Getting back soon but here I should like make a disclaimer; yes, I've always been a person of very physical strength, been told I don't know my own strength but I believed then, still do, to this day, that his virginal like sphincter, that very night, defied & tried to blame it's Mistress strength - that would never do.
Ah, yes, getting back to the innocent jiggle.
Imagine jiggling a tale and OFF it comes. With that OFF there is a slight pause, a fleeting meeting of eyes of a fair crowd of watchers, then cruelty makes One waft the entrails of dog tail in the air with a cackle. Subbie stands up 'Mistress, it has gone right up, including the ridge, I need to go to the bathroom'. He was excused. At that moment I was contemplating when would, exactly, I get a brand new replacement dog tail plug
The conclusion of the evening was to be what it was; a swift exit, a swift drive home with assurances and then Mistress carrying out what felt like a breech birth - bulbous plug turned, only for it to disappear down and by gosh his tightness that evening belied his generosity in other areas. After truths of the possibilities of 'A&E, Triage Nurses and domestic explanations an expulsion was eventually mustered.
Moral of the tail?
