That’s right, I want to hear you beg!

In a lot of ways, parts of what I do are very similar to training animals to do tricks. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: humans are animals at heart. So of course the tricks for teaching my thumb-less pets tricks would work to teach you to do tricks to amuse me. I mean that in every sense, too.

I want you to do tricks for me.

I have a whole list of fun things that I could teach you to do for me. You could learn to sit pretty for me, (on your knees, feet braced under your butt, hands on your thighs, knees apart, chin up, shoulders back, eyes on me.) You could learn to crawl and kiss my feet. You could become an expert at fetch! I just really want to be able to toss a silicone dildo across the room, and have you bring it to me on your hands and knees, cock in mouth…

But mostly I just really want to hear you begging.

The power rush I feel when I have a male begging me for, well, anything at all, is like no other. All of that masculine energy and power at my feet, reduced to begging and pleading with me for surcease, relief. Big eyes, almost shedding tears… quivering lips… shaking muscles and breathy gasps and moans. Deary me, oh yes.

Pay attention now, I want your eyes on me, waiting for my next command.

Good boy. Now.

Beg.