LOL, fear not, gentle readers, I didn’t actually marry a pretty puppy dog. But my sweet D from the other night had called me back after the amazing conversation we had during his first phone sex call with me. His vivid imagination really sparked with mine and we created this fabulous outrageous scenario that ended up places we had never planned, but delighted in. Very organic. It ended, if you recall with D having been reduced to a mere pet puppy through a humiliating series of teases and tricks by me and my long legged, short skirt and bikini wearing Bod Squad. He kept having hope that the various girls promising him freedom and cummies would keep their word, and instead he ended up dissed by his sexy MILF, who adored me on site. His little sister, who scorns him as a useless stroker wuss, joined the Bod Squad to fully enjoy his tormenting. And the poor puppy ended up collared, with an aching cock and blue balls, in a comfy pet bed and spread eagled so he couldn’t touch himself.
He woke up, still in torment, to hear us discussing my wedding to him. His mother wanted me to marry him, I thought it was very amusing to have a permanent puppy in my life, and he really wasn’t going to get much of a say in it. As he begged to be released and to relieve himself, we continued talking until I realized that I wasn’t being a very good pet owner. So I went over and snapped on the leash to take him outside! He was shocked at having to pee outside in the bushes, and when I fed him from a bowl on the floor, he kept begging for the joke to be over. I wanted his cooperation, so I took him aside and assured him that he and I were getting married today, that I wanted to be with him always and that this puppy thing was just a big gag, to keep his mother happy. There was no WAY I’d participate in a wedding with the groom being treated like a dog, that would be so embarassing and would I really have that at my own wedding? I told him that he just had to play along through the bachelorette party, but that I’d have everything he needed at the church when we got there. Reminding him of how wonderful our honeymoon, when we were all alone and could satisfy all those kinky cravings of ours together, would be. For now, he’d have to suffer being naked around all these lovely women, and to see us in the tiny sexy dresses his mother was altering to make even sexier for the wedding!!
Next Entry – Wedding Day!!
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Don’t ya just LOVE how they romp? Red ball tossing is one of my favorite puppy games.
What did he get for a wedding present; a ball or a frisby?