By Kendra Holliday | March 9, 2019
|Minx Grrl loves puppy play!
My friend RainMan shared this remarkable first date story with me. Here it is, in his own words:
She came out of my bedroom on all fours, naked save a leather collar and leash. A vibrator was clamped between her teeth. She crawled over to the couch and dropped the vibe into my lap, staring up at me expectantly.
The night had started out normal enough. A fun date and back to my place. So what in the hell was this?! At this stage in my so far vanilla life, anal was exotic. I’d never encountered pet play before, hell I’d never even heard of it!
My mind raced. Is she supposed to be a dog? What am I supposed to do? And where the hell did the leash and vibrator come from? Was she carrying those around in her purse the whole night?
I sat there, stunned, not sure what do to. After a few seconds, she whimpered at me. Okay, she’s definitely a dog. But what about me? Am I her master, or am I the alpha? She whimpered again, nuzzling my arm.
When faced with two choices, I usually opt for the most absurd. This time was no different: alpha it was.
As she whimpered once more, I lowered my head, showed a bit of teeth and growled softly. Her eyes flashed with surprise, she was clearly expecting that I’d take the master role. The surprise disappeared quickly, replaced with a glint of approval.
What followed was about twenty minutes, of whimpering, growling, nuzzling, roughhousing and even some light biting/nipping.
Breaking character, I instructed her to lie down and play dead as I grabbed her vibrator off the couch. I put the vibe to good use, removing it anytime she came back to life, moving too much or making noise. It is quite interesting watching someone try to orgasm while remaining silent and motionless.
Later that night, after she had left, I pulled up Google and did a little research (I don’t even want to think about what my search history must look like). I didn’t really find anything sexual about the playtime (aside from vibing her, that is), but it was clearly something she was into and I’m always up for trying something new. We played once more, this time with me taking the master role. We parted ways not long after, the compatibility just wasn’t there.
Looking back, that night reinforces my golden rule: always be open to new experiences. You never know who might come crawling through your door.
(Photo generously provided by Minx Grrl, see more like it here!)