FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Dear Diary,

This is but my fourth entry into you, and yet you know so much about me. It is strange, because I have no idea what you do, where you go. What are you doing when I'm not here with you? Master is the one forcing telling me to write, because it is good for my education. I am to become brilliant - he says. Yet what does he do with you when I hand you to him each day, I don't know. Where is it that you go? It is curious to me that a clever kitty lion like him would be interested in my day, even if he is my Master. He could do with giving me an eraser too. (That's a hint, if you are reading this, which I assume you are.)

Oh well, I shan't rant any longer.... My day started out like all the other days so far. Since as we've established it's my week to take care of help Master: I woke up to the 6'o clock alarm - put on the pre-picked attire folded on my desk - went upstairs (did I mention we reside in the basement?) to prepare a breakfast for Master, and then further upstairs to wake him up. Being the lion that he is - he is of course a teeny bit grumpy when he wakes up, as the band-aid on my arm should serve as proof of. It is not hurting anymore, because the house doctor (I can't recall his name) gave me painkillers. Master gave me a hug and was very apologetic - but he needn't have. Blaming him for his primal instincts would be wrong of me.

We carried on with the day when he stopped being sappy overly apologetic , went down to eat breakfast together as we have done these past four days, discussing my schedule for the day. It was the usual things: Doing his laundry; an hour of mathematics here, an hour of geography there; oral practice with a customer paying for "early access" (as Kilvin, who has been here far longer than my short 2 weeks, put it); and so on. Me and my living comrades bid Master farewell as he went off to do what it is that he does during the days.

My comrades and I chatted for a bit before I went to get plastered up at the doctor. After that, I went to do the laundry. As is expected of me, I breathed in Master's pheromones through his clothes, smelling the used clothes. It made me hard, I admit it. I know I wrote that I am straight earlier, well I am still. His scent is... intoxicating; which in part is why I sought "employ" here. I could not help it. I don't Either way , I was a bit bored waiting for the laundry to be done, but at least I did not break the laundry machine this time.

Maths and Geography both went fine as well. Calculus is a bit boring though. I do not see why _I_would ever need to use tangents and the like. Master wants us all to become knowledgeable, to learn as much as we can. Kilvin told me that he is preparing us for something, but he doesn't know what. I have no idea what that would be. Geography was all the more fun though! We started a unit of Urban Geography today and started off with defining what an urban area actually is. It is interesting that certain countries define urban areas as something with 200 people, and other countries require over 10000 people! Geography will be really fun for the next few weeks, I feel!

Master specified that I have to be detailed and honest here, so I will give it my best. These are my earnest thoughts, Diary. So, I was once again told to suck a cock (as specified in the earlier mentioned schedule). I did as Master told me, I am merely his bitch after all and I have to do as he thinks best. I went down on my knees in front of the tiger I would soon suck off, unbuttoned his jeans and slid them and the boxers down to his knees - his fur was unusually thick around his groin, but I let that pass. I started stroking the barbs of his cock. No matter how many times Master told me they all wanted it (they do pay after all), I have a hard time trus believing him. If they did, why weren't they hard already? It was as if they got off on the degradation rather than the act. Instead I had to work their cocks like a horny little bitch, so that Master wouldn't get complaints. He is very compassionate, as long as you don't do wrong.

Sometimes I just wish that they were the animals they seemed to think I was. That they were all dogs. Big, dumb dogs with noting but sex on their mind. That's what they are in mind, so why not in body? I started pleasing the cock with my tongue, slowly licking up and down the shaft. Soon he was rock hard. He took my head in both of his hands and forced my muzzle down on his cock, making me gag. The taste was not as terrible this time, in fact; it tasted quite nice. I looked into his eyes, and if I remember correctly, he winced. I stroked the barbs with my tongue as I moved my head away from the cock, making him moan, which made me bob back in the same manner, making the cock twitch in my mouth. I savored the taste of Cowper's fluid, sucking on the tip. Again, I am still straight, but I have over the past 2 weeks grown to love like this part of my routine. The cock twitched again and I felt that he was close, so I took his cock out of my mouth and started lapping at his balls, my nose taking in the smell. Soon my face was covered in the sticky goo. I bid the tiger farewell as I thanked him for his time.

I took a shower, and after that I started with today's dinner for Master. He came home just as I finished it up; apologizing for this morning again. He can b is really kind to me. He complimented my cooking skills as he had done all week and told me I was free for the day. I was gifted another CD to listen to tonight.

Kilvin was also free, so I spoke to him for a while. We have really become good friends and we can talk about anything. I told him of my feelings throughout the day and about the oral session, and he mentioned the time when he realized he first liked doing this too. It was a great conversation to have, and helped me work through my emotions a little bit.

Now, I am going to listen to that CD. That was my day, Diary. You should tell me about yours, sometime.