It’s all about the butt!
A couple of people wanted to know about the vibrating, inflatable butt plug. I got it at Extreme Restraints, and what do you know? It’s on sale right now! That’s a sign. You must purchase it!
Here it is in it’s natural state. By natural I mean that Master hasn’t pumped it up any. It’s fairly small in size as butt plugs go, but it’s kind of heavy. It has some weight to it. And those two tails hanging out your backside (the controls) pull down on it too. So in spite of it’s small size, it feels like a hefty plug.
Do I like it and would I recommend it? There is just no easy answer for that question. Mainly because I am incapable of keeping things simple. 
There are two kinds of days in the life of a sex slave. Good Butt Days and Bad Butt Days. Subtle slave recently wrote much the same thing and I was nodding through her entry. Some days, wearing a butt plug is erotic and feels great and everyone is a horny, happy camper.
But on those Bad Butt Days, that initial burn that often accompanies anal insertions never goes away. It hangs around, it gets worse, it assaults your ass in waves. Then the cramps come, you start to sweat, your tummy hurts, it probably hurts worse to clench so tightly but you’re afraid of what might happen if you don’t. The burn seems to travel down your legs, you feel weak… until you are just one big, burning, cramping being existing around the epicenter; your anus.
I hate those days. Really truly hate them.
Yesterday, as (my)luck would have it, was a Bad Butt Day. In the 45 minutes or so before Master was due home, I was in and out of the bathroom a dozen times at least. I took the plug out, put it back in, took it out, over and over, trying to ‘turn the day around’ for me before Master got His evil paws on the controls of the thing.
Because, on a Bad Butt Day, a vibrating, inflatable butt plug feels a lot like Satan’s hand. Shoved up your ass. And he’s waving a hearty Hello! at ya.
Let’s take another look at that small plug.
This is pumped up 15 times. 15 is the most I’ve been able to take. Now imagine, a Bad Butt Day, with that bowling ball lodged in your rectum… and it’s set to vibrate on high. And then have to hold a bowl of soup and a glass of milk balanced on your back while on your hands and knees.
With someone like Master at the wheel it’s a whole new sadistic torment. He pumps it and releases it. He pumps it more. He turns the vibrator up and down and up and down. Plus He’s spanking and pinching and poking… just, you know, being a general poo-poo head.
Times like that, the absurdity of my life kind of reaches up and metaphorically smacks me upside the head. Just a big ol dose of “what the FUCK are you DOING here?” Oh but that’s a whole ‘nother entry, idn’t it? 
Anyway! Yesterday I hated that stupid, vibrating, inflatable butt plug and had I answered this then I would have NOT recommended it to anyone.
But a good night’s sleep and a pleasantly aching asshole today has softened me up a bit. I fondly recall sweating and cramping while silently serving as His table. I get wet when thinking about how the cane strokes smarted ever so much more than usual because they made me clench extra-hard around the quivering plug. And I love how open and wet and available my asshole feels when that plug is removed.
The best thing about this plug is that you are able to get that really, REALLY full feeling without actually having to stretch around something that large. I’ve still not conquered that giant plug that we have because it’s just too big in diameter. But with this plug, it goes in and out easily, and can really make for some hugely erotic sensation once it’s in.
If you like that sort of thing.
So sure. Buy one.
~cunt
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Wednesday October 24th, 2007 12:41pm
Hm, *very* tempting… if we didn’t have insurance and registration due on the car this week.
*wonders if the bills could disappear if she just denied their existence awhile longer…*
I’ve tried it that way.. and they don’t. The bills just come back. Generally in the form of a collection agency. And wouldn’t you know it, the people at the collection agencies don’t take “but I had to buy sex toys!” as a legitimate excuse. Such prudes.
I did collections for a local credit union for a few years, and although sex toy purchases were never cited as a reason for tardiness, I can honestly say that one woman was ballsy enough to tell me that she couldn’t pay because the cigarette tax went up too much!
LOL xyrra! I was thinking about that damn car payment I have to make first….
Looks awesome. I may be purchasing that as soon as possible.
loved your Mastercard “commercial” btw.
Holly
*beams* thank you!
oh yummy… I want one I want one I want one!
Get one! Get one!
Extreme Restraints… that’s where I bought my trainers. In fact, except for the two tails.. it looks like my medium sized trainer..and yes.. I know exactly what you mean about the burning and cramping..
I have the medium and large of the set of three (I think they are the trainers). I wear the medium one pretty regular and you’re right, they’re about the same size. I can’t get that large one in though. Not yet anyway.
yeah.. they are trainers… and I cant get the large one in either… I’ll leave the yet off.. for now
I thought it was kinda scary when it was just in your hand. And then it was inflated. Wow.
I have an all-new respect for your bum.
My bum thanks you.
Seconded. I really cannot handle a *very* slim plug all that well…so the “small” one in her hand seemed big to me…and inflated it seemed impossible.
*applause for kaya and the many talents of her bum* What with breaking instruments of pain and handling large, inflatable, vibrating objects…
I vote buy it!
It is one of our favourite toys. If you are thinking about it, you should try it. OK it does not have to go up my ass, so easy for me to say, but it can be quite fun for both parties. When we use it, I tell chance to strap in, we are going for a ride. The tubing and the remote can be a nusence but this toy is worth it.
I added extra tubing to ours, it give me a lot of freedom to walk about with the pump in my hand, if he is tied to a chair or locked in a closet. I can slide the pump and tubing under the door before I close him in, and use my foot as I walk by to inflate or deflate.
Its wonderful listening to him moan on the other side of the door. And counting up to fifteen as I pump away .. is friggin hot!
Destiny
http://destinyandherpetchance.blogspot.com/
as you might know, i top a boy once a week, i sent him out to buy 2 butt plugs and he came back with an inflatable one, was i ever happy about that, lol.
i remember being trained with one of them and sat here nodding my head at what you wrote, i hated it and still do when i have to wear one, but i love the look on the boys face as i pump it up and that huge sigh of relief when i deflate it, its priceless.
Thank you.
Kaya,
Firstly, I know exactly what you mean by bad and good butt days. Master has an ass fetish and so… guess what? Yup, you got it in one.
Secondly, I just wanted to say thank you. Your blog and your voice is an honest and open (and most of all welcome) one among so much bullshit. I read some posts on TSR today that just really pissed me right the hell off. I know why you left, the drama. And I am not meaning to bring it to your blog. I just wanted to say thank you, thank you, thank you for just being you.
Coyote’s kitten
OOoooo that’s one of my Ab-Fav toys. I’d rather have the spouse fist me (we call it playing puppet, remember the old song, “I’m Your Puppet”?)) but if she’s not in the mood, the plug will do.
Arrrrgh, now I’m horny.
so so hot!
Thank you!
That was a wonderfully informative review. Thanks for not keeping it simple.
I may go and buy one now . . .
“There are two kinds of days in the life of a sex slave. Good Butt Days and Bad Butt Days. Subtle slave recently wrote much the same thing and I was nodding through her entry. Some days, wearing a butt plug is erotic and feels great and everyone is a horny, happy camper.
But on those Bad Butt Days, that initial burn that often accompanies anal insertions never goes away. It hangs around, it gets worse, it assaults your ass in waves. Then the cramps come, you start to sweat, your tummy hurts, it probably hurts worse to clench so tightly but you’re afraid of what might happen if you don’t. The burn seems to travel down your legs, you feel weak… until you are just one big, burning, cramping being existing around the epicenter; your anus.
I hate those days. Really truly hate them. “
Oh gods i know what you mean!
I just played with one of those , for the first time, a couple of weeks ago. It was so intense that I got off on it even though it felt so strange and uncomfortable and weird.
For years I was terrified of anal play…having had a bad experience as a teenager. I always held the fantasy but when it came to acting on it I would get so nervous/scared that I would end up sick to my stomach and completely turned off.
My first Master, upon figuring out how psychosomatic it was, told me quite simply, “One day I will take your ass because I want to, and you will give in to me and enjoy it.” And damnit if he didn’t make good on that promise and start me down the road to butt-slutdom!
Somewhere along the way my ass decided to alter my whole perspective in life! It really stepped up and now assplay is so much better than pussy play to me! WTF? how does that happen?!
anyway… the whole point of this rambly comment was to share my introduction to the butt plug of doom….
btw.. I just found you from Lizzy’s journal (I think we actually may have met on more than one occasion) and I’m adding you