Littles and Furries and…

24 Nov

…Homo’s, O, My!”  That’s what Kenny said last night, as he looked around Ms. Constance’s living room.

The little’s and the furry {i think there was actually just one} are stretched out on the floor coloring.  Kenny is representing the gay contingency himself, and therefore has the liberty of using the “Homo” label.

It’s an interesting gathering ~ Ms. Constance’s Thanksgiving celebration on the day after.   Ten or twelve of us enjoying fabulous pumpkin pie, Cookie Slut’s caramel blondies, some kind of cake, and even my own chocolate covered strawberries. 

We had just gotten through talking about horse cocks.  No, not the real thing, although i think the conversation started with someone remember a person who was hung rather like the equine stereotype.  Or maybe Sir started it by asking about where He could find an authentic riding crop.  Who knows…

In any case, the conversation turned to replicas of specific horse cocks ~ i mean, how would you know if it was really Secretariat’s cock or not?  And sperm whale cocks too, ‘Nilla.  Apparently some vendor at an event was selling them.

Most of us felt that the regular dildo’s that one attaches to the shower with a suction device were adequate for our needs, without requiring one that was so big that ~

 ~ when you set it down on the table, the weight of it bent it over “like a slinky.”

As Ms. Constance said, who thinks that’s an attractive description of a cock?  Have you ever heard someone say, “O, god, his cock looks just like a slinky?” like it was a good thing?

No, me either.

Anyhow.  We talk about how they got the models for the casts of the horse and whale cocks.  We were imaging all kinds of things, but Ms. Tammy straightens that out.  Apparently, they take pictures and create a 3-d model from the pictures, so “no animals are harmed  in the making of these cocks.  Or aroused!”

Anyhow, i sit at Sir’s feet for a long time, which is interesting to do in front of a room full of people.  Firsts…  

Eventually, it gets too uncomfortable, and i move to a chair.  We old submissives get to take some liberties here and there.

But it’s a delightful get-together.  Lots of laughter, and the pleasure of being able to talk about those things we  don’t usually share.

Of course, it isn’t all kinky.  Drew tells a wonderful story about him and Ms. Constance on their way out to dinner on Thanksgiving, stopping to help a 90 pound Hispanic man trying to push a small truck up a slight incline.

Drew’s linguistic skills come into play when he has to convince the man that his 250 pound friend, who’s steering the car, should actually be pushing instead.   “El Grosso hombre ~ HERE,” says Drew…

But it works, and the larger man and Drew are able to push the vehicle back into a service station/ parking lot.  At which point, one of the men in the lot looks up and says, ‘Truck won’t start?”

With a snort, Drew says, “No, we were just bored and thought we’d get out and push the truck around a while.”

He cracks me up, Drew does, and then Ms. Constance, who may have heard his snort, reminds me of my little, harmless snort at the event the other afternoon.  And Sir Charles graciously confirms that it had, indeed been a snort.

And i have to laugh, because i’ve gotten in trouble for a smart ass reply to Sir that very day.  You can imagine how comfortable i’m feeling that i decide to share the story with this crew of folks.  

It starts with me in the kitchen ~ making chocolate covered strawberries, actually.  Sir is talking about the bamboo poles He bought at Lowe’s.  He says,

“I’ve been thinking about maybe tying them together.  What do you think would work better?  To use them separately, or to tie all three of them together?”

And i say, without missing a beat, “i think they would work better in the garden with the roses, Sir.”  And, um, i laugh.

{It still makes me laugh.  AND it was an honest answer.}

Sigh.

Sir is not so amused.  He says something about missing an opportunity to give my thoughtful opinion, and He barely gives me time to wash the chocolate off my hands before i find myself bent over the bed, panties down, while we experiment with the bamboo canes.

Yeah

i think that we are actually not through with that experiment, because He only used one by itself, and then two and then three together, but now He wants to try each one in combination with each of the others… and yeah.  You get the picture.  Once again, i will “pay with my ass.”

And it would be good if i could quit feeling like i’m going to giggle every time i think about it.

Anyhow, everyone laughed as i told the story, and Ms. Constance was moved to gift Sir with a souvenir of the evening.

It’s a dowel rod, with a handle added, painted a lovely red.   

Just what Sir needed, right?   i’m sure i won’t forget the 2012 Thanksgiving celebration at Ms. Constance’s.

“Thank you, Ms. Constance.”

Giggle….

13 Responses to “Littles and Furries and…”

  1. MsConstanceExplains November 24, 2012 at 9:50 am #

    It was a very enjoyable evening, during which I drank entirely too much wine, but then, it’s a party, right?

    I do suspect we might have been one of the very very few Thanksgiving gatherings which had, as an entire subject of conversation, sculpted horse cocks.

    I’m so glad you two, and all the rest, were able to join us.

    • aisha November 25, 2012 at 6:01 am #

      Hi, Ms. Constance,

      It was great!

      And yes. It might have been considered an unusual conversation…

      🙂

      aisha

  2. Kitty the Submissive Wife November 24, 2012 at 10:56 am #

    Ahhh, I am so glad that you had such a great time with your friends, and how enjoyable – to be in a group that you can be 100% with (at least in the kinky way).

    🙂

    • aisha November 25, 2012 at 6:02 am #

      Hi, Kitty,

      Thanks ~ it was fun. A great opportunity to let my kinky self out…

      hugs,

      aisha

  3. vanillamom November 24, 2012 at 5:25 pm #

    well…..i laughed, too…”in the garden with the roses Sir”…… (ahhh that respectful “Sir” at the end makes ALL the difference, right? LOL!) . Great tales from what sounds like an awesome evening!

    nilla

    • aisha November 25, 2012 at 6:04 am #

      Hey, ‘Nilla,

      The “Sir” does make all the difference, doesn’t it?

      Laughing… now if you could just convince Himself of that… He might listen to you!

      It was a lot of fun.

      hugs,

      aisha

  4. little monkey November 24, 2012 at 11:08 pm #

    Lol, was that a nervous,slightly maniacal giggle? Because it sure sounded like it :).

    You know, you might suggest to your Sir, that he actually put one in the garden with the roses. If they are climbing roses you could train a new cane to wrap around the bamboo, then next year when you prune, you’ll have a thorn wrapped length of bamboo. Wouldn’t that be fun?

    • little monkey November 24, 2012 at 11:10 pm #

      Darn it, now I’ve most likely gotten myself in trouble with D. I am supposed to be trying to expunge those mean girl tendencies.

      • aisha November 25, 2012 at 6:07 am #

        Dear Monkey,

        Ok, there might be a hint of nervousness in that last giggle, good point.

        And after that sensitive, intuitive moment, we get suggestions for a thorn wrapped cane? YIKES!! , Yes, they are climbing roses, and that is fairly mean!!

        Thank goodness Sir doesn’t read the blog anyhow. He doesn’t need any suggestions like that!

        lol,

        aisha

  5. Wordwytch November 24, 2012 at 11:09 pm #

    LOL! I’m with Nilla. My first reaction would have been very similar. Only for me, the actual conversation went…”Well, we could give them away!” when talking about the bag of toys that got taken out and strewn on the bed… And we all know where some of them ended up. 🙂

    • aisha November 25, 2012 at 6:09 am #

      Hey, Wordwytch,

      i didn’t even think about suggesting we give them away ~ what a brilliant idea! Although ~~

      ~~ hmmm ~~

      i don’t think He’d go for that either.

      No. {smh} i think that would not be a good suggestion. But, um thanks! lol

      aisha

      • Wordwytch November 25, 2012 at 6:53 pm #

        LOL! I’m still amazed that Wolf sent some to Nilla and her Sir… However, he did keep Armageddon…. damnit!

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