Every time I see an image of someone wearing a tail, I love it! This past Sinful Sunday Molly, Bee and LSB all posted images of their tails, and I loved all of them. They look beautiful and sexy and playful!
No matter how much I like images of others wearing tails, I will never wear one myself.
Master T and I had talked about this many times. We totally understand the reason why people wear tails, but, where I absolutely love butt plugs there is nothing in me that have the desire to wear a butt plug with a tail. Master T would not want me to wear one either, because he just simply doesn’t like the idea of it. For me it goes a bit deeper. Imagining myself wearing a tail, I already feel ridiculous and I know that feeling will be even stronger if I am actually wearing a tail.
I do not identify as a pet, and I don’t think I ever will. I have every respect for others who do identify in this way, but it’s just not my kink. I think this is a good thing that we are not all the same and as long as we respect that others like different things than we do, there’s no harm done, right? That’s the essential of ‘your kink is not my kink but your kink is okay’.
So, I ask myself, why then am I intrigued by images of people wearing tails even though I have no interest in having one myself? I had a long, hard think about that (and almost didn’t write this post because the answer didn’t just come to me), but I think that it is because there is a butt plug attached to the tail. Like I said, I love wearing plugs, and seeing a tail and knowing the wearer is plugged – well that makes my juices flow. It instantly reminds me what it feels like when the plug nestles itself inside, what it feels like when I clench my muscles around the plug, how wet and slick my pussy becomes when I wear a plug.
It’s not the tails that excite me when I look at the images, it’s the plug attached to it.
No matter how beautiful a tail is, I will never wear it.
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