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Petting Zoo

As I’ve mentioned, I can be a bit shy about asking people for play dates. I enjoy flirting, but trying to take the flirting to the next level sometimes seems so very hard. I know I usually just over think it. But still.

So that is one of the reasons that I enjoy situations that break down that barrier between just chatting and getting physical. Like when I put on slutty clothes and turn myself into a fetish object (see previous post) or when I role-play as a whore in a brothel (see future post) or when I play as a kitty (see this post).

My Mistress, my Miss, and I ran the petting zoo at this year’s Dark Odyssey Summer Camp again. I went as a pink kitty, with kitty ears, a pink striped halter-top, pink lace panties, pink knee socks, and pink Converse high tops. And a black fox tail with a white tip attached to a butt plug. Mmmmm.

This year we had a bunch of metal cages in addition to the fencing we put up to pen in the animals. The weather was fairly hot and people were slow to arrive. I thought it was going to be a bust because there were almost no people after 10 minutes.

But then lots of people started showing up, so I got down on all fours and my Miss attached a bright pink lead to my collar and led me around.

As soon as I’m a kitty my relationship to everyone changes. And their relationship to me changes. I can walk up to people and rub against them. Most people smile and lean down and pet me. I love this.

Instant touching and being touched. No small talk. No awkward silences. No wondering what the other person is thinking. Just me purring and the person smiling and petting me.

Once I’m in kitty space I notice things differently. And I react differently. Like when the doggies started coming up to me, barking. I avoided them the way a cat would, by slinking away. When that didn’t work I’d hiss and flail my claws. (Hmm, maybe I should try that in the real world when someone is bothering me.)

But mostly I got lots of pets. I went up to people I didn’t know and rubbed their legs. They fed me treats. (I know why so many house pets are overweight.) I climbed into a few laps. That was hot, rubbing my head against legs, thighs, crotches, bellies. People smiling and then commenting on what a naughty kitty I was. A few times a hand would push me away from rubbing against some body part or other, but it was always gentle. So I’d just rub and paw other parts.

I also played with some of the other kitties. One kitty was dressed so sexy, in a leather mini skirt and a little tail. I approached slowly and mewed. She mewed back so I rubbed my face against hers. She purred and mewed. I licked her skin, tasting the salt on her neck and face.

Getting excited, I climbed over the short fence to be in the pen with her. Here was someone I’d never met before, didn’t even know her name, and I was rubbing and purring and pawing her. And she was rubbing and purring and pawing me.

We licked each other, we kissed, we mewed. Then she presented her rump.

I have to say, I was a bit thrown for a moment. I asked myself, what would a kitty do? And then thought, wait, she wants to mate? Srsly?

All the mewing and licking and pawing had me quite hard, so I got behind her and jumped up, putting my front legs on her back. I humped her leather mini skirt, imagining I was doing more, my hard cock rubbing against her through the thin fabric of my lace panties.

I was so turned on. She was turned on, humping back against me. I pushed and humped, not even bothering to look around, not even aware of what anyone else was doing or saying. I leaned down and bit her neck and she purred. I think a few people commented on the naughty kitties.

After a few minutes she hissed and jumped away, running to the far corner of the pen. She lay down and began to lick her paws. I took that as my cue to go.

(I didn’t see her after the petting zoo and I don’t think I spoke with her later either. Just a moment of humping at the petting zoo, though I will try and chat her up if I see her at another event. But will it be the same, using words together?)

I pawed my way around to some of the other animals and people. I rubbed up against a really hot girl I knew. She started petting me and telling me what a pretty kitty I was. Then she noticed my tail and started pulling on it.

Oh my. She was the only one to grab my tail that day, but it was so nice. She pulled it, she pushed it, she wiggled it. I purred and rubbed against her more. She smiled and told me I was a dirty kitty, but kept playing with my tail. I put my rump in the air and mewed. It’s so wonderful being a kitty.

There were other wonderful people I snuggled. And lots of treats fed to me. But after 90 minutes I was exhausted.

I forgot my knee pads and my knees were bright red. They stayed red for over a day. They are still scabbed over as I’m writing this. I’d also forgotten sunscreen. Even though we were in the shade, I had a good burn on my shoulders. The heat was also getting to me.

And the tail. Oh that tail. The plug is a good size for me. Every time I move, it moves inside me, rubbing me. So it was kind of like being slowly fucked in the ass for 90 minutes.

And also, as much as I love attention and love being touched, 90 minutes of non-stop petting and cooing and focused attention was almost too much.

I retreated to the cabin and hid in the shower for a while. I just needed to be away from people.

But I guess that’s how real kitties are too. Sometime they run off and hide. And then, when they are ready, the come back for more.

I’m ready . . .

Non-Bio Cock Gang Bang

One of the events we planned at Summer Camp this year was a non-bio cock gangbang for my Mistress. She sent out invites to several women beforehand and then chatted with women about it at camp.

My Miss was there too. I really wanted to participate in some way as well. I thought it’d be fun to be a fluffer. I didn’t want to force my way into the scene if she and the other women didn’t want a kitty like me there. But my Mistress thought it was a great idea. I decided I’d just ask if anyone wanted fluffing. I figured that wouldn’t be off-putting.

Friday night my Mistress and Miss headed off. I think I was still finalizing my outfit. I spent a lot of camp making sure my outfits were just right. Cause I’m that kind of kitty.

I found them in the Sexorama in a back room of the fucking room. Even though I arrived at the agreed-upon time, it had already begun. I guess everyone was eager….

So I walked in to see my Mistress on the bed, on her knees, with a woman fucking her with a strap on. It was crazy hot. My Mistress was moaning, the woman was moaning. In addition, my Miss and two other women were watching. The two women were getting their harnesses on.

It was such a hot scene. There was my Mistress getting it on and then the rest of us alternately watching and making small talk.

I was a bit disappointed that I had arrived late because I really would have liked to have fluffed the first women. The idea of getting on my knees, looking up at her, and sliding her cock into my mouth, wow.

The first woman was about done and the second woman was getting ready to start, so I offered my fluffing services to the woman who was third in line.

I guess you should know a couple things to help you better understand my feelings about giving blowjobs. I can dislocate my jaw. It sort of pops in and out very easily. This means I can take a lot of girth.

I also sort of get off on the gag reflex. The more I gag the more turned on I get, until I have sort of a throat orgasm. The drooling and watering eyes just adds to it. So I was very excited when the third woman said yes to my offer.

Mmmmm.

I got on my knees, my fishnet thigh highs digging into my skin a bit, and slid a condom onto her cock. It was thick, it was already hard, it was silicone. And it was strapped on to a really hot woman.

I looked up at her and licked the tip. This made her smile. Oh she had sweet eyes and such a nice little smile. Then I slid it into my mouth. I took it down and started sucking in and out, in and out. I had one hand on the cock and pressed my other hand against her panties, rubbing her pussy over the fabric. As I sucked I tried to mimic the thrusting with my hand to help transmit the feelings to her clit.

I could still hear my Mistress moaning and watched as the first woman finished and the second one started. The first woman smiled as she stepped over me to get to the door and take off her harness. It was a cramped room. All the sounds and people adding to the heat.

Then the first of many guys showed up, demanding to enter the room and … look for the fuse box.

Apparently, one of the cabins had blown a fuse and most of the cabins were dark. Well, the room had fabric stapled to the walls, but we were pretty sure there was no fuse box in there.

My Miss shooed them away as I kept sucking and my Mistress kept fucking.

The second woman wore out and needed to stop. My Mistress was laying sort of flopped on her back, looking exhausted. The third woman asked if she wanted more and my Mistress sort of waved with what little energy she had left, saying, “Y-yes, yes.”

The third woman left my mouth and headed to my Mistress’ pussy.

I approached the fourth woman. She’s someone I’ve been flirting with at events for a while now but never played much with. She had her harness out and was already hard. I snuggled her a bit and then asked if I could fluff her. She agreed and I went back to my knees. Such a nice position.

My Mistress was moaning and the third woman was groaning as the fucking continued on the bed. I put on a condom and started sucking the fourth woman’s cock. Mmmm. It’s such a hot way to connect with someone. Feeling an extension of who she is deep inside my throat as I moaned and groaned on her, pushing her cock back into her body, sending the feeling back into her pussy. My eyes were watering as I took the cock deep into my throat.

“IS THERE A FUSE BOX IN HERE?” Wow is that a good way to kill a mood. But my Mistress barely noticed as my Miss once again shooed the guy away. A few more people walked by and glanced in. I kept sucking.

The fucking had been going on for about 40 minutes and the third woman looked worn out. She pulled out and my Mistress sort of looked around dazed, on another plane of existence. “Are you OK sweetie?” asked my Miss. “Y-yes,” she said. “Do you want more?” “Wah, y-yes. More, more.”

The fourth woman headed over and started fucking. Her small frame pounding into my Mistress’s body. Both of them moaning.

“IS THERE A FUSE BOX IN HERE?” Now it was one of the event organizers. No, no, no, there is no fuse box in here! My Miss politely told him so. He glanced around the room, took in the scene, and then left.

The fifth woman and her boyfriend arrived. My Miss and I greeted them and we all started snuggling and caressing as we watched my Mistress getting fucked.

The fifth woman’s boyfriend is such an adorable cutie. He and I make out almost every chance we get. And tonight was no different. I started kissing and caressing him while his girlfriend watched. She likes to watch.

The four of us kept going back and forth, watching my Mistress and the fourth woman and caressing and fondling each other.

My Mistress had now been fucking for about an hour and the fourth woman had to tag out. My Mistress could barely talk, her eyes were rolled back in her head, she couldn’t really move. When the fifth woman asked if she wanted more she raised one hand and sort of waved her in. Unable to speak, but still wanting more sex, that’s my Mistress!

So the fifth woman went to the end of the bed and started fucking my Mistress. I kept making out with the boyfriend. Oh he’s hot. He was fondling me and I was fondling him. In his pants.

But I needed more. I undid his pants and started rubbing his cock as we kissed. It was pretty hot kissing him and rubbing his cock while we both watched his girlfriend fucking my Mistress. I was ready to suck him off too, but he said he was too tired. Apparently, he’d just been using it with his girlfriend. Damn those bio cocks, they aren’t always hard! I see this as a serious limitation, but I still like them. I said I’d get him later.

It had now been about an hour and 15 minutes. The fifth girl had had enough. My Mistress probably could have taken more, but we decided she should rest. We got her some water and then helped her back to our cabin.

I think all the women commented on how much effort it takes to fuck someone. And had a bit more of an appreciation for the effort guys have to make when fucking. Granted, I think those with bio cocks get a bit more immediate feedback and enjoyment, but still, it is a lot of work!

Remember to Pee Before Breakfast

Saturday morning at Dark Odyssey Summer Camp I got up late and headed down to breakfast in my pajamas. The night before I had attended 5 Minute Dating and met some lovely people. Walking up the hill returning from breakfast was one of them.

She was wearing a bathrobe and bunny ears. I walked up to her and petted her ears. I was wearing my pink leather collar with a heart shaped tag on it. It read, “whore” and “pee on me.”

She read the tag and looked at me, “Are you a whore?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Can I pee on you?”

“Yes.”

She looked at me with her blue, blue eyes and asked, “Can I pee on you now?”

My heart was already racing. “Yes.”

“Really, right now? I haven’t peed yet this morning.”

“So it’s all dark and nasty.”

”Yeah, it will be very dirty.”

It was like time had slowed down. “You can pee on me right now.”

“ Where should we do it?”

“Not out in the open?” I suggested we go up behind a nearby cabin. She liked that idea.

I think I was already in subspace. My cock has getting hard. My cock was getting hard just from her suggesting she go pee on me. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening.

We walked beside a cabin and I got undressed. She opened her robe to reveal her smoking hot body. Her beautiful breasts, her lovely skin. Wow. I lay down and she squatted over my stomach.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before.”

“Do you want me to beg?”

“Oh yes, I want you to beg.”

“Oh please, please, please pee on me.”

I was staring at her pussy inches above my stomach, my naked body under hers.

She started calling me names in such a loving, gentle way. The kind of domination that drives me crazy.

“You’re so dirty, aren’t you.”

”Oh yes, god, I’m such a dirty kitty.”

“I don’t think you even deserve my pee.”

“No please, please, please pee on me.”

“Where do you want it?”

“All over me, please, on my stomach, on my chest.”

She relaxed, closed her eyes, but nothing. It almost didn’t matter. I was flying, totally gone, lost somewhere.

Some people talk about how they love getting pierced and the needle will take them into subspace. For others it happens after 15 minutes of flogging. For me, just tell me you’re going to pee on me.

“I don’t know, I don’t know if I can. Are you sure you want it?”

I was staring into her eyes and then back to her pussy. I closed my eyes. “Please, please, I know I don’t deserve, but please, please pee on me.”

“It’s going to smell.”

“Oh god yes.”

She grabbed her water bottle and drank the whole thing. Then she squatted over me again and closed her eyes.

A single drop fell on my belly.

OH MY GOD.

I was almost panting.

“Look at that, look at how dirty you are.”

“I know, I know, I’m so dirty. I’m such a dirty kitty.”

I looked down, more pee. Her pee was dripping onto my belly and then stopped.

“Oh, it’s smelly. You’re so dirty.”

I was rubbing her body, up her sides, across her breasts, down her arms. I pinched her nipples and she told me to do it more. I pinched and twisted them. She moaned.

And then it happened. As I was pinching and twisting her nipples a dark yellow stream flowed down onto my stomach. She moved up a bit to my chest and it poured onto me and down my sides.

I stared at the stream, unable to look away. The only thing in the world was she and I and that stream of pee.

Fuck.

When she was done she squatted next to me. I put my fingers in her pee and brought them to my nose, smelling her pee.

“Oh, you are a dirty kitty. Look at you, covered in my pee, smelling like my pee. You should keep it on all day. You should go to the dining hall covered in my pee.’

All I could say was, “Yes, yes.”

My cock was now hard and throbbing.

“You should put some behind your ears.”

I did, dabbing it like it was perfume.

Then she noticed my belly button was full of her pee and laughed. “Oh my god, look, you have a little well of pee, your belly button is full! Do you think you could crab-walk to the dining hall and keep it in there?”

Again, all I could say was, ‘Yes, yes.’

Then I thought of something else to say. “God, I’m so horny, I have to touch my cock.”

“Are you allowed?”

“Um, yes, I am.”

I started jerking off as she watched and played with the pee on my chest. I was ready to cum almost instantly but I let it go on for a while, just living in that moment. A moment I know I’ll return to again and again.

I came and my head fell back. I just stared at the blue sky and at her blue eyes.

“Wow. That was amazing.”

She asked if I was going to breakfast like that. I said I thought I’d best go shower and she agreed.

I picked up my clothes and she put on her robe. We walked up the hill, me covered in pee and cum and pine needles all over my back.

I thanked her again and I went into my cabin. My cabin mates saw my dirty body and asked if I was OK, thinking I’d fallen. I said I was OK and ran to the shower.

I still have no idea why she was wearing bunny ears.

Dark Odyssey Summer Camp

I just got back from Dark Odyssey Summer Camp. WOW. What a great time I had. My partners and I arrived Thursday (my Miss in the morning and my Mistress at dinner time). We left Monday afternoon. In between we saw a lot, heard about a lot, and did a lot.

Things were a bit slow for me on Thursday. On Friday I attended some workshops and played a bit. On Saturday I played from before breakfast right up till midnight snack. On Sunday I played a bit and went to a class and on Monday I just flirted and packed up.

And all I can say is WOW.

OK, actually, I have a lot more to say.

I think I'll be posting for quite a while about all my experiences. So, stay tuned!

Roots of Kink – Water Sports

So often it is hard to know where a kink comes from. Other times you can recall the exact moment it entered your consciousness. This is about the latter.

Growing up my sister’s best friend was a redheaded girl named She lived down the street and played with my sister every day.

I liked hanging out with my sister and her best friend (no one is surprised). I really wanted Jenny to like me. But they would usually chase me away when they were together.

Well one day I was playing with Jenny without my sister around. I forget how this came about. In her backyard she had one of those geodesic dome jungle gyms. I know I was younger than 10 but can’t recall my exact age.

In any event, we were playing on the jungle gym, side by side. We were sitting with our legs over the bars and our butts pushed down. One of us probably commented that it looked like we were sitting on the toilet. This, I’m sure, would have been very silly.

Then we swung backward so we were both hanging upside-down from our knees. Jenny joked that we had now fallen through the toilet and into the sewer. Yes, I said, and all the pee and poop is falling on us. And Jenny said, yes, it’s all pouring down on us.

I was so excited to be so close to her. And so excited to be alone with her. And so excited to b talking about something so taboo. And she was talking about it too!

Jenny probably has no memory of that day. But for me, the idea of being peed on has never left me. And the excitement and the naughtiness of it all has stayed with me. All these years.

Professional Strippers at a Kinky Play Party

A couple of weeks ago I attended my first bachelor/bachelorette party with professional strippers. Full disclosure: While I strive to be a Very Naughty Kitty indeed, I have never been to a strip club that features full nudity.

Full, full disclosure: I’ve been to some male strip clubs with full nudity, but not female. I know, I’m sheltered.

So I was excited that there would be two strippers at this party. It was held at a big ranch house in the suburbs. As part of the festivities, my boyfriend and I decided to do a strip tease for the crowd. I thought we’d be a good way to get the guests warmed-up for the pros.

We have a routine we’ve done at some parties and at Dark Odyssey Summer Camp one year. It starts out to Pretty Woman with my bf in drag and me dressed in a man’s suit. (Hmmm, maybe I’m in drag too…)

While the music plays, we seduce each other, flirting, and dancing, and kissing, until we finally strip off enough clothes for me to see that she is really a he! I act shocked at the sight of his penis, but he reassures me it will be OK and places my hand on his cock.

The touch of his cock is enough to convince me. The stage direction I wrote is “I touch his cock. I go gay.”

At this point the music changes to Hey Ya and I strip down to PVC hot pants and a tight nylon club shirt. We kiss for a while and then give lap dances to the audience. It’s very naughty. And sexy. And silly. The audience always seems to enjoy it.

The guests at the bachelor/bachelorette party were no exception. The pros even watched and smiled. And I love showing off.

Then we all settled in for an hour-long presentation by the pros.

I have to say I was underwhelmed.

I’m not saying my bf and I did better. But the audience was really excited and laughing and having fun when we were up there. With the pros, not so much.

I’ve been trying to put my finger on what was missing and I think it was passion. It seemed more like naked gymnastics than something sexual.

People seemed to react with thoughts of, “Oh, how does she bend like that,” more than “Oh, that’s so hot.”

Part of the problem was that they were really trying to get tips. I was prepared to tip, but they did it in a really crass way, I thought.

At one point they laid the bride and groom on the floor and said they were going to kiss and grope their way down the bride and groom’s bodies. That sounded hot. Then added that we had to lay money on the bride and groom for them to pick up as they worked their way down.

Um, we do?!?

They also did something called Cooter Shots. The had test tubes full of shots and each woman slid a tube into her pussy and then had the bride and groom grab the tube with their mouths and fuck them with the tube. The bride and groom then leaned back and drank the shot.

OK, that was kind of interesting and a bit hot to watch. Then they offered Cooter Shots to everyone else. For $5 a shot. My Mistress and I were the only ones who took them up on the offer.

Later they sat on the floor and fucked each other with a double-dildo. While making small talk with each other. Um, yeah, not hot at all.

Then they got up and, with the double-dildo still connecting them, spun around into different positions. By now it really felt like a gymnastics exhibition.

Maybe I’ve been spoiled by all the burlesque shows I’ve been to. When they call burlesque a “strip tease” I now know what they mean. It’s more of this just seemed to be about getting naked and striking poses a performance to get the audience and excited than to just show off.

Or maybe it was doomed from the start. I’m guessing that strippers would be the high point of most bachelor/bachelorette parties. But at a kinky play party it was more of a warm up to what we’d be doing to each other later.

I still want to go to a strip club with female strippers, but I’m thinking that burlesque shows will turn me on more.