Posts Tagged ‘piggy tales’
Making A Pig A Pet Pig
Posted by: Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
January 17th, 2009 >> Poetry For Piggies, Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
For the first time in a long time, I’m thinking of making one of my regular piggies My pet piggy.
Most piggies are, as one admitted, “fearful creatures who prefer to rut around in the bushes”. For the most part, piggies are fickle and not worth considering them anything other than temporary fun. But there’s one who makes me want to bind him with pink satin ribbon to my belly button piercing…
That’s how I walk Clem, my 5 year old, 100 pound, Akita. Even past darting rabbits (or piggies) in the bushes, he remains steady, faithful to my every wish. He only dashes off in pursuit when commanded to do so, and then returns to me, tongue lolling, thrilled with a pat on the head, scratches behind the ears — and knows nothing higher than those moments when I remove his collar and let him roll around, my hands rubbing him everywhere as he grunts in pleasure. In the middle of it all, just one word from me and he stops, stands before me and softly whines with desire as I put his collar back on.
A piggy like that would be nice.
Piggy Tails: Sometimes It’s Cute
Posted by: Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
August 4th, 2008 >> The Art Of BDSM, Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
Another conversation with IC, who tries so hard to resist…
IC: Imagine if you were fucking with my head, what would happen?
Me: Delightful things, I’m sure :batting lashes:
IC: Mmmmm….
Your so good to me.
Me: See, you like me!
IC: LOL!
Ya think?
Its actually a love/hate relationship… The soul hates what your doing to me because it knows it’s all wrong but the body and mind which are weak love you because of the manipulation (It feels so good).
Me: Don’t you see? We’re so compatible; I’m soft in all the places you’re hard and you’re weak where I am strong.
IC: Ya, I guess your right.
I’m going to have to add that with my most favorite manipulative quotes you through at me.
But the scary thing about all that you say is there is truth in what you say.
Me: piggy has a book of Angel quotes? How cute. It’s like I’m your Oprah.
Piggy Tails: Paying For The Vending Machine
Posted by: Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
May 23rd, 2008 >> Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
A conversation with IC, a piggy whose tail I put an extra kink in (even tho he denies it).
Me: Is that why I got a 60 cent tribute? lol
IC: Would you like more? (That was the 20% for the 3.00 pic).
I know it seems cheap and you deserve more so I’ll tribute you $10.00 simply because you have that dangerous persona about you.
Me: Ah, I see. Cheap was the automatic info filled in, not your doing
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I honestly laughed out loud — I mean who tributes/tips 60 cents? (After NF fees, that won’t even buy a pop from the machine! lol)
IC: Sorry Mistress,
Ya, It is funny… But Hey, you wanted a tribute… Okay, I righted a wrong. Now can you please get out of my head?
Me: But I like it in here :pout:
It’s cushy and strange and sometimes… (check to see that no one’s looking) sometimes there are naughty, sexy, piggy thoughts to enjoy :p
IC: Oh, now thats so unfair. Now I’m losing it (control that is) are you playing with any of the buttons up there?
Me: …not yet. But it does look like a large vending machine… wonder what will come out when I push the pretty buttons…
His Humiliation Continues…
Posted by: Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
April 22nd, 2008 >> Humilation, Lingerie Fetish, Trailer Trash Angel Is Not Your Angel
On Monday, Secondhand Rose and I tag-teamed a sock puppet. Here’s his most recent report (and a public humiliation):
After speaking to Ms Rose for a lengthy ticking off, and further debasement, i am instructed to report to You exactly what sent me over the edge during our conversation together [hope it's not too much of a grossout]:
Specifically, She transported me to the open field where Your pictures were taken & i am kneeling before You. With You striping in front of me & Her teasing from behind, i am told to put on Your sheer stockings after You have taken them off, and asked whether i’d like to tittyfuck [vulgar language! puh-lease!] either of You.
While i’d have jumped at the chance, permission is denied, and i am told that the only way i’m getting off is if i jerk myself through the pair of Your stockings that i’ve put on, all the while You’re both berating me about what a disgusting perv i am, and how You are going to take back Your stockings, spoiled by me, and show all Your girlfriends, telling them what a seedy perv’s done to our clothing.
Despite [ok, because of] such humiliation, there was no way i could keep from copiously cumming over the edge, kneeling in a field in stockings while 2 Dommes laugh hysterically at my humiliation.

