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Mama teaching me to bark has gone too far, I get the urge to bark all the time, around family, in public, and there have been a few close calls, since we've established certain habits, like I bark whenever I hear the word rough, but now it's kinda hard not to. I love it anyways. Thank you mama.

Mama makes a schedule for me to play touchies. It's really loving but I've been acting out, as brats do, but now we have to figure out what kind of punishments I should get and figuring this out is really making me confront the ways I love mama. I'm challenging her authority so he'll remind me of it, reassert it, make me feel even more owned than I do now. Disobedience is so loving.

A week or two ago I was in my onesie and collar snuggled up with mama, and being a little bratty, so he made me lift my arms to get ready to tickle me, and I said, "you wouldn't tickle a puppy in a onesie would you?", and he started laughing and tickling me right there because of course her favourite thing is tickling her puppy in a onesie. It's become a special little thing between us. I love mama.

I don't feel comfortable in straight kink spaces. I'm lucky because all the kink spaces I'm in are largely queer. There have been a number of times interacting with straight people in kink where it really feels like, as a trans woman, internally they're thinking, "ah, so your gender is sissy play". I've seen the two get conflated by straight people a few times and it's actually so fucking disgusting.

Three times a week me and mama work out at my place. When it happens early in the morning I usually set an alarm for way later than we're supposed to meet, just in case, so mama will get in when I'm still asleep, and crawl into bed with me. It feels so good, we snuggle up and I try to trap mama in bed by making him as comfy as possible, burying her in plushies with me, sometimes I suckle a little. I love my mama.

I never had much voice dysphoria, except in my bark. My mama had to teach me how to bark, he was really sweet and comforting. Now I bark all the time, and awoo, and wrarawrarawruffwra like a husky, and it is so freeing. She loves my barks so much. I have the best mama a hugsky could ask for.

Mama likes that I'm scared of thunder. He thinks it's super cute. She loves it when I crawl into his bed with a plushie, well, several plushies, and when I nuzzle up close, and when I make little scardypup noises so she has to just, "shhhhhh shhhhhh shh you're safe here in mama's arms, you'll always be safe here with me, does puppy need to suckle like a good girl, does puppy need a lullaby". Mama is the most comforting dyke a pup couuld ask for.

Caring for my little is heaven. I loving feeling like I'm being attentive to his needs, when I do something she hasn't asked me for yet. Walking off for a second like I'm just grabbing something when I'm actually off preparing a snack for him that I then get to surprise her with. Or when we snuggle and I get to put a plushie in his arms. Sometimes when she sleeps over he forgets to bring a plushie and I get to make sure he knows when he's with me she can have any one of my plushies she needs. I love being there for my little.

Mama got me a plushie on our anniversary, well we got each other plushies. I always bond with them differently, it's fun, the first few nights sleeping with a new plushie, learning their personality. This one is like a spaniel, and my brat side really bonded with her, to what will soon be the behest of my mama. She is very princessey and sweet, always begging to be pampered with pets and bratting with bites. She loves tickles. When I'm a little pup with my mama she encourages me to bite and scratch him. We have lots of fun.

I have lots of plushies, sometimes I'll let one go on a sleepover with my little. He gets along really well with a stuffed bunny I have named macadamia. Macadamia is a really good size for snuggles and has a little personality, she's really cute and sweet and basically has the same personality as my little. She's over at her place now and it makes me so happy. There's this little slice of myself, my small side, my most playful parts, the part of myself that when I was little would lay my blankie down in the living room and read to my plushies, which I put into this plushie and then cultivated by giving her love and safety, is now with a person I adore more than anything, bringing her joy and love and they're getting along. I love my little dykeling more than anything.

Normally, I talk to plushies in my head, but when my little calf steps out of the bedroom I like to talk to her plushies out loud so when he comes back she'll walk in on me talking to them and know how much I care about them.

Mama always asks if I need to her something before he goes to bed. Sometimes I ask for her to send a loving message to a specific plushie, sometimes it's too late and he has to wait until the next morning, but he always sends a loving message for my plushies and that means the world to me. I love my mama so much.

I've started using the title pubby for myself when I'm a little pup. My owner used it today out loud for what might have been the first time, or maybe the first time I really noticed it. It rolled off his tongue so beautifully, I could hear the love and safety in her voice when she said it. I was suckling at the time, he'd just finished singing me our song and I was squeezing the stuffed deer he'd gotten me. It just made me feel so snug and safe and like I had to bury him in kissies and snuggles. I'm mama's pubby and I always will be.

There's something magical about a fire, the smell of smoke, especially in winter. I went sledding with my little bunny and there was a nice little fire. Me and my little smelled like campfire for the whole day and it's still in our clothes. The smell is so sweet, and a little erotic. The smell makes me weak, I want to pounce and rub my body on my little bunny boy. She's so soft and sweet and the smell just makes me want to devour her. I know she loves making her pup feral, and she's such a boy princess, riling me up to get me to use her. I love fire.

When I feed, I hold a plushie and I get a song. It's the best feeling in the world, but if anything makes me even a little happier I break down into laughter because it feels so good, which makes my mama laugh and then the song stops, and it's really wholesome, but also very hard to get over. Once every time I fed for a few weeks, when I got my song, it would take ages to get through because I would just start laughing on his breast. There's nothing in the world like breastfeeding.