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Subject: {ASSM} Diary Entry: 2003.06.07 - Firestation Fantasies (MF/f, light BDSM, anal, toys)
Date: Sun,  8 Jun 2003 05:10:05 -0400
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Diary Entry: 2003.06.07 - Firestation Fantasies

About twelve months ago, maybe less, I don't remember what sparked the
mention of it but I casually mentioned to some friends that I had a
cute idea in mind for a photo session. It basically involved me
dressing up as a puppy - a dalmation specifically - and pretending to
be a firestation mascot for a group of firemen (note to Sandy: it's
not just men who are firemen anymore ;-) I had some off-cuts of
dalmation fur/fabric which I'd used in a sewing project and thought it
would be simple to make some ears and a tail and use body paints for
the rest of my body.

Attaching the ears would have been no problem. I planned to use a hair
band for those. Making the tail, particularly how to attach it, was
another matter. Naturally, my friends being the kind of people they
are (read: kinky) were quick with a solution. All I had to do was make
a long, thin sleeve with the fabric and use it like a sheath on a
string of anal beads leaving one of them free to "attach" which, if
you can't already guess, meant poking it into my bottom.

I should probably say at this point that I was more or less an anal
virgin at that time and the thought of having anything poked into my
bottom filled me with dread. A pleasurable dread in that I felt of all
the humiliating things that could be done to me, this was about the
worst I could think of. Humiliating because I'd heard enough stories
by this time to know that some women find anal play incredibly
arousing - irrestibly so - and I had a sneaking suspicion I might be
one of those women and if I was, I didn't want that to become common
knowledge.

Anyway, I never did get around to making the tail or the ears and my
friends seemed to forget all about the idea. That was until last
night.

They're a couple my husband and I know well and they're unusual in our
circle of friends in that both are dominants. This naturally must
create all sorts of funny friction in their household, but I'm getting
off the point.

They came around last night for dinner or at least, that was the
premise I was led to believe was the reason for their visit. You might
remember I mentioned something about this weekend being a "caning
anniversary"? Well sure enough, after a couple of hours of chit-chat
and a few drinks and nibblies, Ma'am reminded me of the anniversary
and I was sent out to their car to retrieve a large plastic cylinder
(the type architects might use to mail plans) which contained their
collection of canes and crops.

I'll skip over the details of the caning that followed because it's
really what happened after the caning which I think you'll find more
interesting. Besides, it wasn't a very heavy caning and when Ma'am
phoned this morning to enquire about the color of my bum she was
disappointed to hear it was only red and not purple like she'd hoped
it would be. It's still a bit sore to sit on, but no where near as
sore as in previous years.

So anyway, after the caning I was reminded of something else I'd by
now more or less forgotten all about: the puppy tail! I was sent from
the room to find the string of red jelly anal beads which I'd bought
twelve months ago to make the tail as well as some lube (the
acquisition of which is a story in itself)

I was already naked and had been bent over the carpenter's horse for
my caning. But the feeling in the pit of my stomach when I was told to
bend over it again, and this time, spread my legs made me feel
suddenly light-headed and tingly all over. I'm not sure what it was
that made me so instantly aroused. Perhaps it was the knowledge that
these days I know I'm one of those women who finds anal play deeply
irresistible, although in reality not a lot of people now that. Yet. 

The photos I'm sending with this diary entry are really embarrassing
for me to look at, particularly the sight of Ma'am yellow kitchen
glove, which makes the whole scene all the more obscenely kinky in my
opinion. That said, I'm glad all the photos were taken from behind so
you can't see my "orgasm face" - a face I don't even like showing my
husband! The combination of those beads and the little rubber
anti-slip nodules on the finger tips of that yellow glove.... Let's
just say the only things anybody needs to really unlock my deepest,
darkest desires is a string of anal beads and a rubber kitchen glove!
Don't forget the lube either.

bookgirl

--
ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by
accident.

"Serendip is not reached by plotting a course for it. Instead you must
set out in good faith and lose your bearings serendipitously" - from
The Sinbad Saga

http://profiles.yahoo.com/bonkgirl

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