lark sparrow
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Dom/me Rule #106: Imagination is cheaper than shopping. Never resort to retail until you've exhausted the limits of every household item, kitchen implement, and childhood toy in your possession!
So, you ask, "what can I do to return the butt plug to its rightful place as a tool of pain, pleasure and humiliation in my subbie's jaded little bottom?". The answer, my quizzical friends, lies in the design of the butt plug itself.
Remember how people used to remind themselves of important events and tasks back in the days before PDAs? The venerable string around the finger... outdated as a tool of memory reinforcement, you say? Crap, I say!
The butt plug base was designed to hold string, dental floss, thin copper wiring, extra long spaghetti, and even uncut link sausage (if you're into raw meat edge play).
Once the string is knotted firmly around the butt plug base, lube and insert as usual. And now, the fun begins!
Make certain your butt plug string is long enough to reach the ground. Now, it's time to open the kitchen cabinets and childhood toy box to see what tickles your Dominant fancy (and horrifies your submissive's ego). For beginners, I suggest the following toys as a good starting point for butt plug string play.
Slinkies
YoYo (not YoYoMa, the cellist, but the original Duncan product)
Tonka trucks (small models only. Tonkas over the Ryder moving van replica size tend to cause unexpected anal slippage in tight turns.)
Tiny plastic tricycles used by small performing monkeys
Wind-up and battery powered Crazy Balls
Malibu Barbie in her customized Pontiac Fiero
Playskool's "Willie The Drunken Choo-Coo"
But for pure Domly impact, nuthin' beats the sight of a butt plug string tied to a toy duck mounted on wobbly wheels that produce a distinctive quacking sound with each motion.
Let's face it, fetish fans... pony training is passe'. The scene is overridden with herds of poorly coordinated pony girls running in circles with tin dung buckets attached to their haunches. Pony players, wake up and smell the oats.... pony training is taking a dirt nap. The age of duckie training has arrived!
Dom/me Rule #140: "Where Goes Thy subbie, Goes Thy Duckie"
Break out the crop and swat your butt plugged subbie through your home, dungeon, or furnished apartment. Where your subbie goes, Mr. Quackers follows! The sound of Mr. Quackers' angry cry will make your subbie's anus cringe in delight!
Start small. A few quacking trips around the dungeon will tire an untrained subbie. Practice, practice, practice. Remember, Rome wasn't Dommed in a day!
Soon, your subbie will be ready to take Mr. Quackers for an outdoors walk. Nuthin' says sub space like a Sunday stroll down the Boulevard with a quacking toy duckie attached to your butt plug string! The possibilities of advanced training and play are as endless as the potholes, high curbs, and uneven pavement of your home town. (The threat of having to lead a gaggle of Mr. Quackers across Times Square during rush hour has been known to permanently squelch the SAMMIE in one particularly spunky Dorkette.)
(Please note: No toy duckies were injured during the making of this scene.)
But enough yakkin'..... Let's get crackin'! Lube, insert, and start a-whackin'.... miles to go before he's quackin', miles to go before he's quackin'...
http://www.dorkedom.com/dumb.html
So, you ask, "what can I do to return the butt plug to its rightful place as a tool of pain, pleasure and humiliation in my subbie's jaded little bottom?". The answer, my quizzical friends, lies in the design of the butt plug itself.
Remember how people used to remind themselves of important events and tasks back in the days before PDAs? The venerable string around the finger... outdated as a tool of memory reinforcement, you say? Crap, I say!
The butt plug base was designed to hold string, dental floss, thin copper wiring, extra long spaghetti, and even uncut link sausage (if you're into raw meat edge play).
Once the string is knotted firmly around the butt plug base, lube and insert as usual. And now, the fun begins!
Make certain your butt plug string is long enough to reach the ground. Now, it's time to open the kitchen cabinets and childhood toy box to see what tickles your Dominant fancy (and horrifies your submissive's ego). For beginners, I suggest the following toys as a good starting point for butt plug string play.
Slinkies
YoYo (not YoYoMa, the cellist, but the original Duncan product)
Tonka trucks (small models only. Tonkas over the Ryder moving van replica size tend to cause unexpected anal slippage in tight turns.)
Tiny plastic tricycles used by small performing monkeys
Wind-up and battery powered Crazy Balls
Malibu Barbie in her customized Pontiac Fiero
Playskool's "Willie The Drunken Choo-Coo"
But for pure Domly impact, nuthin' beats the sight of a butt plug string tied to a toy duck mounted on wobbly wheels that produce a distinctive quacking sound with each motion.
Let's face it, fetish fans... pony training is passe'. The scene is overridden with herds of poorly coordinated pony girls running in circles with tin dung buckets attached to their haunches. Pony players, wake up and smell the oats.... pony training is taking a dirt nap. The age of duckie training has arrived!
Dom/me Rule #140: "Where Goes Thy subbie, Goes Thy Duckie"
Break out the crop and swat your butt plugged subbie through your home, dungeon, or furnished apartment. Where your subbie goes, Mr. Quackers follows! The sound of Mr. Quackers' angry cry will make your subbie's anus cringe in delight!
Start small. A few quacking trips around the dungeon will tire an untrained subbie. Practice, practice, practice. Remember, Rome wasn't Dommed in a day!
Soon, your subbie will be ready to take Mr. Quackers for an outdoors walk. Nuthin' says sub space like a Sunday stroll down the Boulevard with a quacking toy duckie attached to your butt plug string! The possibilities of advanced training and play are as endless as the potholes, high curbs, and uneven pavement of your home town. (The threat of having to lead a gaggle of Mr. Quackers across Times Square during rush hour has been known to permanently squelch the SAMMIE in one particularly spunky Dorkette.)
(Please note: No toy duckies were injured during the making of this scene.)
But enough yakkin'..... Let's get crackin'! Lube, insert, and start a-whackin'.... miles to go before he's quackin', miles to go before he's quackin'...
http://www.dorkedom.com/dumb.html
That was TFF!!
