My thoughts and experiences as I continue the training of my current slave, cumal
Posts submitted in July
Added: 2008-07-07 17:44:13 I take up My pen again -- IIb: 'Egg Dance' I take up My pen again – IIb: ‘Egg Dance’As promised, Readers, a short update on My training of cumal.Though I’m sure this will seem like ‘small beer’ to many of you, not long ago I invested in a device calling itself a Vibrating Egg – worth evry penny, I assure you. You will know the sort of thing, I’m sure – or, at least, you will appreciate the concept, the possibilities… The eponymous ‘egg’ – not a chicken’s egg in size, a bantam’s perhaps, nor quite as ovoid as one might have expected from the name – is composed of two smooth plastic halves which snap hermetically together and include batteries – from the wider end a plastic loop protrudes for ease of retrieval… The other component is a small remote – little more than an on/off switch, in fact. When the button is in the ‘on’ position, a green lights and a wireless signal is communicated to the ‘egg’ causing it to vibrate until the button on the remote is pressed again, turning the signal off and causing the vibration to cease.cumal was agreeably eager to try out the device, and the ‘egg’ (approx 6cms long and 3 cms wide at its widest point) was soon safely lodged in My cunt, with only the end of the retrieval loop protruding, not unlike a tampon-string. Did My finger hesitate to push the button, Gentle Reader? It did not.I’ve not yet carried out ‘exhaustive’ ‘field-trials’, so am not quite sure of the maximum range of the signal – but some yards, certainly, and it passes through doors, etc. – that’s the magic of wireless, I suppose (but I’m no electronics engineer)!
I have yet to try it in a crowded restaurant [who knows how many cunts would start vibrating?!] – or even an empty one – or on the bus, or at a party, but you will appreciate the possibilities… Remote cunt-control is the name of the game! At last, I can arouse My cunt whenever I feel like it, whoever she is talking to… If she is out shopping in the supermarket, or just walking down the street, I can control My cunt with the push of a button – isn’t it good to be alive in the early 21st century, Masters?! How truly delightful it is, Readers, to watch her squirm at the touch of a button!
If she takes a mid-day nap, I can wake her whenever I choose -- so much kinder than an alarm-clock, is it not? – an alarm-Cock, perhaps?
But now it’s “Competition Time”! A free advance copy of My “Master’s Handbook” goes to the Reader who communicates the most lascivious suggestion/scenario for putting the device through its paces! Hurry while batteries last!
This is merely a 'spoiler', Ladies & Gentlemen, slaves and Masters, to knock the prolific Fist-underscore-Slut off the Top of the Blogs spot! Does the woman never sleep? Has she not got a job to go to like the rest of us?
More [IIb] very shortly, I promise! (air kiss, air kiss, air kiss)