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Tales of what helped create me, out of order, and no animals were hurt in the creating of this blog!
Most Tales are based on my real life with Fantasy and/or Fiction included to protect identities as well as enjoyment for
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1 week ago. January 24, 2023 at 1:39 PM

The following story has all rights reserved to myself and is a writing of fiction.  Triggers in abusive treatment and aggression.  Whether the story is finished in the Cage blogs of mine or not will be left up to the reader comments, and is meant for enjoyment of you the reader as well as getting this shit out of my head lol.  Only proof read once, so apologies for any bad grammar or punctuations.


Clan Wars:  The stage is set.

He could smell them clearly from the forest wherein he hid some twenty yards away as his nostrils flared in the cool night air.  Only the sentries stirred amongst the Vulg Tribe, who were to him, just another bunch of meat sacks for harvest.  He'd been hunting for years, prowling the night when his hunger began to burn and living in plain sight as a blacksmith for hire as he moved from village to village.  This particular one was of no renowned located between a forest and the swamps which should be by all rights, well defensible but that security has made the sentry's lacks.

"Ready, old man" he asked at barley a whisper as he spoke to himself.... The growl from within his mind was all the answer he needed.

He focused on the heartbeat across the field that separated the forest from the village...Thump thump, thump thump, thum.. the sound of heartbeat was replaced by the sound of the owners neck breaking and the slice of teeth piercing the artery.  The growl that escaped rolled through his chest in sheer ecstasy... his eyes rolled back for a moment as he drank deeply.  Dropping the lifeless husk to the ground, his breath came in heavy, heated gulps of air.  The hushed sound of a gasp caught his attention and his eyes snapped to the dark silhouette that happened to be in the wrong place as the wrong time.

[Shit...] Max mumbled within his mind as his form began to shift, bones snapping and elongating with small black scales ripping out to cover his pale skin. Within a second his loose fitting clothes stretched taunt, threatening to rip the seams.  Her scream left her lips just has his clawed fist smashed into mouth, casting her sprawling on ground.  Horns blared and torches lit up along the perimeter where they sentries jumped to their duty, alerting the village.

[Run!]  Max commanded just to be pushed down with a guttural "No." that came from the leathery lips, as his beast took up the challenge.  He flexed his claws, shifted in his stance and rolled one shoulders one before the other. "Mine!"

As the first sentry rounded the hut where he hid, Beast rushed from the darkness, claws slashing the mans the throat before he even had the chance to block with his spear.  The whistle of an arrow caused him to drop under it's flight to roll forward and spring into a zig-zag pattern to cross the gap between him and the archer.  

[BEAST!] He shouted from the confines of his own mind.  [We don't have to kill them all.  We got what we came for, now leave!]  The roar that escaped him was one of defiance and blood lust and Max knew that there was nothing he could do but retreat back into the darkness of his own mind and try to ignore the onslaught that was about to unfold.  The sound of steel glancing off scales, the sting of cuts and arrows lodging between the scales felt like fire to his hidden flesh but his body would heal nearly as quick as it was opened.  Every other kill became a new feeding; the blood rushing through him to regenerate the damage he took; Beast was nigh unstoppable as he reveled in the fight.  What should have never happened, finally came to a end as the last villager hung suspended from his claws.  He drew her in and feasted from her throat before discarding her like a rage doll.  Methodically Beast began to back track, using whatever weapons he found along the way to disguise the scene as an attack from another tribe.  Confidently he strolled back between the same huts that he'd started from, just to find the woman he'd laid out in the beginning.  She moaned and slowly rolled to her side, spitting blood from her lips.  Beast perked an eyebrow and crouched in the shadows as he watched her slowly rise to her feet, unaware of his attention. 
"Mine" he growled, causing her to whip her head up and notice his blazing red eyes staring at her.  She stumbled back, her legs trembling under her as her mind raced in fear.
"Go away" she mumbled as she tried to turn to run.. "leave me alone." she continued.  Her legs began to find strength as she stumble ran into the field, hoping to make it to the woods.  Frantically, she looked back as she ran just to see the monsters black frame lit up by the fire of her village burning behind him as he stalked her on all fours.  "GO AWAY!" she cried, giving all she had in her weaken state to reach the trees as she cast a glance back over her shoulder and coming to a confused stop.  Where did he go?.... she thought, casting glances around the field until she bumped her back into the first tree of the woods.  Where is he... quickly she turns to run into the forest only to smash her nose into a hard scaly chest of which she staggers back from, slowly raising her gaze until she meets those red eyes.  Her heart quickens, fear peaks and just as she's about to scream, his claws rake over her chest in a searing swipe as his other hand claps her soundly in the head, casting her to the ground in a daze.
"Mine!" He proclaims as he picks her feebly struggling frame up and cast her over his shoulder.  She tried to weakly protest but it's meet with another dazing slap to the back of her head, bounding her face off his hard pec as he dashes into the forest to be engulfed in the darkness....



1 month ago. December 16, 2022 at 2:22 AM

I loved my  ^Angelbunny's^ post so much... I just had to respond.... 

^AngelBunny^ and I love to sit on the couch to eat and watch tv, however she squeals every time I put my cold feet on her.  I'm not much for sitting within range of my partners... I crave touch, this she can lay against me or endure my cold feet 😂. Tonight is no different other than she's all dolled up in her beautiful, fuzzy, pink bunny outfit.  I told her what I need is some new warm socks for running around in the house in but not just warm socks but Warm floofy fluffy socks!

Then Beast chimed in!  With a few simple instructions Wha-La!


Mmmm sooo warm!


She makes THE BEST Floofy fluffy socks EVER!

(Love my obedient slave!)

1 year ago. January 22, 2022 at 8:45 PM

We live in an age that alters words to keep one guessing and uncertain.  Personally it's a frustrating issue for a person who is analytical and requires words to have common definitions, that share the same understanding.

I'm going to address two because one is a love of mine while the other is misunderstood to the point of causing deep psychological damage.

Whore:  One who sells sexual exchange.  There is to me, no greater profession than to be a whore. I trained to be a whore.  I wanted nothing more than to be a whore every since I found out that people will PAY me to do what I love and study.  I have a saying that I've used often with broken hearted friends "A friend when in need, is a real friend by deed." Meaning if I'm your friend, male or female, & you're hurting... I'm gonna fuck someone up for hurting you, and willingly fuck you silly.  Nothing starts the healing of a broken heart like sexual release.  Hurt me, beat me, fuck me like you hate me, or cry in a lovers embrace... heal my friend, it's why I'm here.

Why I'm like this: I'm 2 steps shy from nympho, sadomasochistic, and there is no feeling that I know of that is better than the ones you feel after the sex you need.  I struggle with emotions so in my mind that sensation is what I see true love being.  Love is such a mix of emotions that nobody can put it in words for me to understand and that to me is how sex is... all consuming, all giving, pain, pleasure, take your breath and make you scream.

I've had pleasure with 20+ in my past and regret 0. So why didn't I follow my dreams... more than the reason I'm willing to tell but this is part of it.

I'm a light germaphobe... Not knowing who they are, what I may be picking up from a complete stranger 🤢 I couldn't shut off my mind causing issues with the libido when I needed the bastard the most!  My limit is extremely small but... it has to be clean!  Talk about having issues that contradict each other!  I'll eat your ass, swallow cum, take a pegging or cock till my ass seals shut and lick a pussy so deep the cream get wedged up my nose BUT!  You best show me a recent medical analysis or wear protection! I don't want what you got.  Its weird, I know but it's part of who I am.   Now, I'm not the whore I wanted to be, but I'm still a whore all the same.

Which brings me to the next word:

Worthless:  to have no value or use.

I hear this being used out of proper understanding... I feel like I'm worthless, he/she makes me feel like I'm worthless.  

Dirt, still has value and is still useful.

Trash, degrades into dirt thus once again has value because we grow crops from dirt to feed ourselves and others.

The person who calls you worthless is not saying you are without value, they are saying they can not afford you.  Why? Because they tried you and found that your value is most likely higher than theirs.  If you've done your part, they understood without knowing why; that they can not live up to their words so they deflect the blame of their own inability and tear at your self-esteem to hide your very value from yourself.  In doing so, you become without purpose fulfilling the role in yourself to designate a sensation of "worthlessness."

If you are ghosted, it's not that you are worthless but their character is beneath yours, thus making you of more value than they can afford.

If you struggle with issues, yes you need to get your shit together because you have a value and you are SooOooOo underselling yourself.  If you can not get your shit together, find another way to fulfill your purpose.  I couldn't be the whore I wanted to be so instead I was groomed to be a Master that can please any Slave without fearing for my own ego stroke.  General put: I do whatever it takes to get that cream out of you, hence I'm a bi-sexual, sadomasochist, switch.  I'll listen so I can help point you in a direction of self discovery, healing and growth.  I'll teach that you might fulfill your purpose all of which requires you to kneel at my feet.  I came to you for a reason, you came to me for a reason also.  If I'm not teaching I'm learning. If I'm not learning, I'm teaching and if you're too fukn stubborn I'll let you think you are teaching me so I can guide you to what you need to learn, all the while, thanking you for teaching me.


To me there are those who sell themselves to high, those who sell too low but your worth is up to you to determine.  Who accepts your worth and provides the cost of your worth is fukn hard to find cuz you are 1 in billions of other distractions but do not ever mistake... you have not ever been, you are not now, nor will you ever be "Worthless." 

Know your value, know your use and be used for it willingly.  A whore sells themselves, not just sexually, thus a whore is of immense value to me. A Master is the realm wherein I get to be that whore within the restraints set upon me due to my own mind. Be who and what you are, realign your reality, you've lived in an altered one for to long.

You'll find it's rather gratifying as well as illuminating.



1 year ago. January 20, 2022 at 4:59 PM

I love the cold far more than I love the heat.  I produce heat like a freakn nuclear silo at times and my theory is: You can always put more on when it's cold outside, but you take too much off when it's hot or you end up on the 6 o'clock news being taken down town to meet Bubba... I'm too damn cute for that!

However there are different levels of cold... °F

60-70 ... that ain't fukn cold, running round naked.

50-60 ... psh, get a blanket grandma.

38-50... Yetis summer! Don't need no jacket yet. Plzzz.

30-38 ... 5min days! YES! Snow!  Running out side bare foot to tromp through the powder.  I can be out in this for 5 min before I even start feeling the chill.

25-30 ... it's now cold.  Put a jacket on.

20-25 ... Yetis winter.  You're balls turn blue in that shit!

15-20 ... wTF! Your pecker sucks up inside like a trurtle and you officially cant find your balls.

10-15 ... Man-gina season... you pecker hides so far up inside you now have a vag...

Below 10... MEDIC!! Yup... its gonna take a team to find your bits and parts.  Your cock went to the closest warm spot and you just done what so many people have told you in the past... Go fuck yourself... 

^AngelBunny^ is gonna have to fist my ass to pop that son'a bitch out! 🥶🥶😂😂😂😂




1 year ago. January 19, 2022 at 2:27 PM

He had been pacing a long circle path around the clearing of their massive oak tree that they'd called home for some time now.  She could hear him mumble something from time to time but never quite loud enough to be heard clearly.   Did she do something wrong? She pondered while going about her usual routines afraid to interrupt him when he was obviously in a "mood"... or maybe Beast was acting up again.  Her head popped up from what she was doing and she rush to the entrance of her burrow beneath the Oak.  Peeking her head out, bunny ears laid back so as not to be seen, she watched his figure travel the wood line of the clearing around their home. "No!" she heard him say just before punching a nearby tree... 

Shit... they are arguing again, she thought as she slunk back down into her burrow slowly making her way to the medical supplies. She knew his hands would be healed by the time he come in but something about going through the motions made her feel like she was able to do... Something.  She hated when they argued.  The instability and uncertainty wracked her anxiety up.  She wasn't afraid of him hurting her anymore, those days had past.  He'd rather harm himself than lay an angry finger on one hair of her fur... The thought made her smile a moment.  So ferocious yet... She sighed audibly, hugging the bandages idly to the memories of his treatments.  After a few moments had passed she realized she was rubbing the scar over her chest. "How times have changed..." she whispered as she turned back to the burrows entrance.  Again she peeked out... the weather had finally broken into winter.  Huge flakes fell softly from the heavens, glistening in the fading sunlight causing her to turn back and fetch a heavy blanket.  He may not feel the cold like she does but she needed a reason to interrupt the argument and this seemed to be the perfect alibi.  With the confidence of her skeme she walked out of the burrow, her fur lengthening to a protective coat against the cold.  The snow had picked up, falling in sheets so thick she could barely make him out against the tree line where he'd finally come to a stop.  He felt her... she smiled at the thought.  His intuition was incredibly... not infallible but all the same, he seemed to know where she was every moment of the day. 

"You're gonna catch a cold." She spoke up as she approached him, holding out the open blanket. 

He eyed her but said nothing as he stood with clinched fist, beaten to exposed bone of the knuckles.

Oh... he was in a mood... she lowered the blanket that he didn't move to take and eyed the blood droplets in their stark contrast against the thin layer of snow...

"May I?" She motioned with her eyes to his hands.  He stared at her, the turmoil rolling in his eyes made them swirl with darkness.  Beast was watching too... shit.  Slowly, her confidence shaken about her interruption she moved to take his hand. "Please Master..." she looked from his knuckles to his eyes once again and heard the growl begin.  Low... menacing... predatoral... her hand touched his and in the next blink he'd snatched her wrist in a firm grip. 

"Run..." Max said, his voice breaking his own fluid word. 

"Huh?" Her eyes dart about the woods looking for the intruder.

"RUN!" He demanded, his voice altered into the guttural speech of Beast as his flesh began to expand and turn leathery black.  Fangs pushed through and claws extended and she didn't need to be told again.  He tossed her arm and spun her around, leaving her the only option of darting into the woods away from him.  She heard the sound of bones popping as Beast was coming forth but she didn't look back as she leaned forward in a rush of adrenaline laying on the speed.  These woods belonged to them, they knew every tree, every creature that lived within and she weaved through like an experienced animal running from a wolf pack.  Never run straight, he'd taught her, shifting her legs to make a sudden bound off in another direction.  Use your instincts to feel your surroundings and don't doubt yourself. Use your speed to the advantage... she could hear his direction in her mind just as clear as all the days they trained together.  The sudden rush of wind hit her from above and she dove to the side, his claws just missing her.  Her heart raced as she sprang off in another direction, snow whirling in a flurry behind her.

"NO LOO BA!" She heard, too late as she slammed into his chest, his massive arms and wings wrapping around her like a boa constrictor, taking them both to a skidding stop on the ground.  She looked up into his green eyes, nearly glowing in the thrill of the hunt. "MINE!" He declared in a snarl.

"Your..." her statement cut off by a sudden cold as he released her, leaving her enveloped by the snow beneath them. "BEAST!" She protested, slamming her fist against his thick leathery chest.

He roared with laughter, taking her by the throat to pin her in the snow.  Her fur would protect her, but that wasn't the point! She grabbed his wrist and was about to try to break free when he leaned in, his growl vibrating through his chest as his other hand found a path up between her legs, covered in the cold powder that he now used to taunt her clit.  The shiver was instinctual to his growl and her moisture melted the snow almost instantly.  He forced her legs further apart and drove a frozen finger inside to tease her with.  She couldn't help but squirm... where was his heat?  The thought was driven from her mind as she felt him shift, his tongue slowly drawing over her clit as his fangs pushed the edges of her flesh.  Again the snow was used as a melting toy, being packed inside her, just as quickly to turn to water beneath her lust and his. From one position to the next, he'd use the snow to bring a biting numb that simmered under his rough touch.  His body thawing her frozen parts bringing a heightened sensation till her shivers become that of release... She looked back at him, their last position of a low spread doggy over a melted mound of snow... was he purring?... his growl rolled through him, deep and content. Without a word he rose and scooped her into his arms, wrapping his wings around them as he headed back to the Oak.  She was worn out, her body a mix of claw marks, fang punctures and nearly frozen popsicle but his heat was back, warming her up as she heard him once again.. "Mine." 

This is what they was fighting over, Max unwilling to freeze her, worrying over her flesh. Beast knowing what he wanted and unrelenting in his lust.  Boys, she thought. "Yours." She said.


(Sorry it wasn't more graphic but I am at work)


1 year ago. January 18, 2022 at 5:04 PM

An annoyance to be sure... Seems that it's a thing to be right or wrong, like it's some kind of fukn badge of honor whereby you will be noted in the logs of History.   I don't get it.  It's an endless Avenue of stress, bickering, hurt feelings and implantation of self doubt.  

I'm not the world's smartest man & I'll admit that upfront.  I don't have any degrees added to my name but I'm not stupid either.  I've watch a shit ton of documentaries, set my own bones, stitched my own wounds, been shot at, stabbed and assaulted several times throughout my life. I've walked a rough path and I got this asshole who resides within me that tells me shit that I don't know how I know, I just know.  I'm not a know-it-all, hell I'd rather just stay silent most the time but when drawn into a conversation, I'll just say what I know and not think anything of it... until, inevitably, I need to be proven wrong. 😒 

I know I'm there with a person soon as I see them whip out their phone to google it.  I don't mind the first dozen times, it's just establish that I know what the fuk I'm saying which means you can be more confident in me.  Less stress on you, less worrying, less guess work.  Fuk me... I didn't say it to be "right".  So why the need to prove me wrong?  I'm not saying that healthy investigation of your own shit and situations is a bad thing.  What you do outside my visual range, I'm completely unaware of.  If you are just checking to have more validation on the topic, that's fine... have at it.  But when ya whip out the phone and go googling... your only trying to prove me wrong. For the sake of me being wrong.

Think about it for a moment... You don't care about "right"... you're not going to ego boost me but you'll brood when you find out the information was correct.  You'll come back to "Ha! You was wrong!" ... mmmmkay.  So?  1 in how many times?  Glad it provoked you so deeply that you did your own research instead of coming... oh... wait... you came to me first, instead of doing your research...

For a people riddled with self doubt, wishing for a partner they can trust, rely on and bring anything to, y'all are pretty shitty to that person once you find them.  You create a monster in yourself instead of finding release and confidence.  You cause a wall of mistrust due to the nature of causing second guessing on the true intention of the whole fukn conversation.  Said mistrust equals out into guarded conversations or simply NOT communicating at all due to being attacked with your need for me to be wrong.  Why should I say shit if you don't believe me & feel the need to second guess my every comment?  I'm not you.  I don't doubt my words.  I say what I mean and most the time I'm more concerned with hurting you than you give me credit for.

Why do you NEED me to be wrong?

The really sad thing to all this is... it's been part of my life for so long that I intentionally say something that I know is wrong, just so you can find something.  To see how you react when ya do.

To me, to be right just means you have knowledge and or experience.  To be wrong means you're growing and you now have said knowledge.  In an argument there is no such thing as right or wrong. Nobody wins, no matter the outcome.  Why do people insist on fighting over such petty shit when life is a one time experience and love is hard to find... I don't need mine full of other people's shit, doubt and disrespect.  You don't want that, right? 

Till you stop asking me questions, I'm going to have or seek answers so I might be a better Master for better Slaves.  If my information is unwanted, I don't have to say anything but then... no whining about the silence between us either.

Is proving a person wrong, worth the cost when they are supposed to be the focus of your desire, care and love?

If the situation was reversed, how would you feel about your partners constant googling of your information?


Just something to think about.



1 year ago. January 18, 2022 at 11:57 AM

Most of my Blogs never see the light of day, (according to ^AngelBunny^, nor should they😂) so usually I go into my Drafts and review before cleaning out the closet of my blogs.  Things addressed that never made it to the board?

Stupidity, a self imposed restriction

Vipers and Teddy Bears

Growing up... try it.

Sadist, two steps from infamous


Safety of the interwebs

Shit happens

Pups, Kittens & Bunnies 

The world spins on one finger

Mastering the mind


Either they didn't flow well, was to vulgar, possibly a rant, neigh unto abusive or way to dark for the light of day... 

I'm glad to have an outlet in drafts!

Anybody else do this?



1 year ago. January 17, 2022 at 12:01 PM

Good morning Kinksters

I've been pondering a series of questions presented to me and I'm still at a cross roads for the answer.  I am Bi, Triad/V Poly and while seeking our other I get all kinds of weird, lewd, and sometimes mentally unstable approaches.  I enjoy them all!  Different strokes for different folks but every blue moon I get to talk with someone who is wonderful to talk with and stimulating with their conversation.  This brings me to my current predicament... 

In my quest I've stated Female, MtF who is already out and at minimum on Hormones.  To me, if they haven't done the least in getting on the hormones then chances are they are looking for a sugar daddy to pay for everything and ummm no.  This does not sway males from hitting up the inbox with questions and submissions for service as a Slave to me.  I've told many of a straight person that to me, a hole is a hole, is a hole... so long ad they have a good shape to them & take care of themselves, what do I care if the hole belongs to men or women?  I've been saying that for years and have had a guy friend that we'd just get together for some fun because one, he is married and two, his quite masculine and that's never been a turn on for me.  Only thing I find attractive about most men is what's between the belly button and the kneecaps...  Saying this to the gentleman of whom I speak, he ask a series of questions "If you know that, then why is it different when it comes to being your Slave?

Does a face or chest matter when it comes to greeting you at the door? There's mask and costumes for that.

Bringing your drink or food... matters that much on looks?  Do you go to a restaurant and pick out your waitress?

Do you insist that only what makes you hard by sight, is the only ones able to do your laundry or clean your house?

You say that your language of love is Touch and Service, that someday you could go blind... Then what does it matter if I'm a male and not a very masculine one at that?

What is it that truly makes you happy and most likely turns you on?



He has some valid points.  Sometimes I can be blinded by what I want to the point of not seeing what I need and that desire isn't always based on the appearance (though let's face it, to some extent it helps!).

So now I'm in a quandary of what it is that I'm truly able to find attractive.  Feminine features goes a fuck ton of a long way but my guy friend, who is still very much a good friend even without the sex, is as stated... masculine.  Like beard & mustache, decent dad bod... He's there when in the rare times I need some assistance or just to chat with a dude.  So what is my true hold back?  Am I being so vain that everything else is tossed away as not?

Anyways, I'm hoping that typing this up will kick the brain into drive and maybe something y'all say may help with the process.  



1 year ago. January 1, 2022 at 5:11 AM

happy new years Kinksters!

1 year ago. December 25, 2021 at 6:13 PM

I was going to go though all the post, wishing each individual a Happy holidays and then I remembered... 😂😂😂 I'll get distracted and forget people... possibley piss someone off cuz I'm me and tend to do so, thus I'll just come here and y'all can hit the ❤ button.  I am thankful to have met those whom I've spoken with on the Cage, good or bad, it's been a time.  May your year end in merriment, happiness and sexual bliss.🎁🎄🎁😘


Happy holidays y'all!