My Master is hosting a big party starting today, as a Grand Opening for his new stables facility. Lots of 4 legged friends around and loads of fun expected.
After my first sexual experience, I was always on the lookout for more adventures with sex. That search for more sometimes got me in trouble, or in this case, nearly in trouble. Enjoy my new Blog Entry.
I have posted another Blog Entry. The story is of an incident that happened nearly 7 years ago, before I became a slave. My reward for posting these stories is only your comments, so I would appreciate them. If you let me know what other topics you would be interested in, I will see what I can do to cover them in future postings.
No doubt scientists disagree with me, but I am convinced that somewhere within our genes there is a slut gene. My mother walked out on the family when I was only 4. I was about 15 when I realized I was a slut, a good thing in my mind. A couple of years after that, I discovered my younger sister was a budding slut as well. I was 19 and in college when I learned more about my mother's leaving the family. It seems she could no longer stay faithful to one man, she needed to please multiple men, in other words, "a Slut." So I came to be one naturally. My newest Blog Entry tells of my younger sister's first opportunity to discover her own true nature.
Another Blog Entry: This time I have posted a story about an experience I have had, in response to requests from many of you asking me to relate some of my experiences.
In response to the number of questions I have gotten about how and when I was introduced to bestiality, I have made another Blog Entry. I hope you enjoy it. Please leave a comment. I will appreciate it.
