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kenneled for the night

An understatement.

There is something about a man in lingerie and heels and still partially in a suit that I find very arousing.

In Response to your quad post.

Thinking about this done in front of the large picture window not so much because “common sense” was overcome by events but instead because You knew what being taken here would do to my mindset and and what voices it would bring awaken inside my head. 

I read the captions of each post and smile to Myself and recall long ago when we first met and it was I who was on their knees and You would insist that we chat in ICQ.  You did so, so You could see how flustered and aroused I would become.  It amused You to see the typos and stuttering of my sentence structure.  I see that now in your writings, the misspellings and other typos that attest to your state of mind as you put your thoughts to print.  *chuckling* I find it endearing.

 I will comment on each post made in the order that they were made, so it will be from the bottom up, how very appropriate.  *wink*

 One thing I have learned about you, puppybitch is the greater the humiliation factor the greater your arousal and farther you sink into your submission, until it is no longer submission but complete surrender.  Being taken in front of an open window facing the street, with the very real possibility of being seen by friends and neighbors is like the frosting on the cake.  I can almost feel you trembling with fear and anticipation.  A part of you wants to be seen.

Mistress, what gets me about this one is multifold.  The hints color that looks like makeup not quite fully removed, the hint of color at the lips again suggesting that this puppy was wearing an invitation on his/her lips, the rather relaxed way the Mistress is reaching over and being teasingly distracting, and lastly but by no means leastly, the lifelikeness of the tool being worn. 

I recall the first time you told Me that you wanted to be feminized, the way you agonized and the long silence as you had an inner debate with yourself on whether you could trust Me with your secret.  *smile* I can still hear the joy and trepidation in your voice when you called after receiving your first pair of heels.  I remember putting makeup on you for the first time and how tense you were at first and how you slowly relaxed and held you mouth open slightly so I could put the lipstick on your lips and how that same lipstick smeared when you greedily sucked My cock.

There is no mistaking the color here, something You have threatened in the past and promised in the future.  That combination of threat/promise always seems to being my teeth to my lower lip and an intake of breath.  And that does not even begin to comment on the stockings or what You are wearing.  The apparent softness *fist wrapped and not a bit of clitcock to be seen* is something that brings both of Us to overheatedness.  And no i am not overlooking that .. i need and want and beg to be taken just like this.

I know well your fascination with nail polish.  In your previous life (that of being the One) you required impeccable grooming of the hands and feet.  The color red to be used and that both fingers and toes match.  This was a command that I never had issue with at all.  *smile*  But, the tide has turned, My puppybitch and for obvious reasons you sporting red nail polish on your fingertips may draw more than a few stares.  However, I have found a way around that little stumbling block and you, My darling, will be mani-pedied good and proper.  Now on to the subject of “softness” … mmmmmm, how I adore that aspect of you.  I have found that the softer you are the more aroused you are, the more you leak and squirm, the lightest touch of My fingertips has you moaning and whimpering with need.  At that moment, I see your cock as a clit, alive with sensitivity aching to be touched and licked.  This reaction from you plays delightfully with My own mind and body…I’ve watched your nostrils flare and a hint of a smile touch your lips as you catch the fragrance of My arousal…*chuckling softly*…prideful puppybitch.

is this a want or a fantasy that could never be worked thru in my head, i am not sure, but …….. sooner or later from what You have said i might not have a choice.  …. and that brings my breathing to a stop almost as well as when Your hand encircle my throat.

This is a major leap of faith on your part, that your trust in Me is such that you voice your fantasy/want humbles Me, thank you.  Once voiced, it became a tool that I have employed on more than one occasion to slam you to your knees and keep you there, using words just as surely as if I had My foot on your neck.  you are correct in your thinking, puppybitch, sooner or later this will come to pass and I will watch you being used hard, taken in a way that I never will be able to accomplish.  It will be done because I want it done and because I know that deep inside you crave it…at least once.

There is no weakness in submission, there is no lack of masculinity, no homosexual tendencies, there is strength and beauty and a deep desire to please and be found pleasing.  Having been on my knees to You, I understand very well the strength of submission and the trust involved.  Thank you, puppybitch.

The die has been cast, the Chair is Mine, the switching is no more.  Mistress, your Mistress, is what I am and where I will stay.  *settling back into My chair, My feet not touching the floor, but you are there, on your knees, your hands cradling My feet and lifting each to your lips to press a kiss…* Welcome home, puppybitch.  It’s good to be the Queen.

Love, Mistress...

*chuckling*...Indeed...

Lovely and loving

yes, Mistress