For the past few months, I’ve been rocking a Comic Book Physique
I have tone, definition, AND curves. I look like a superhero. Give me a white hair extension, X-Men costume, and let me slap on a Southern accent, and I’d be a doppelganger for Rogue. At 5’10” in my bare feet, 6’4″ in my stilettos, I am a statuesque, gorgeous, Amazonian goddess who towers over mere mortals.
I wasn’t always this ripped
In fact, a few months ago, I looked more like Jessica Rabbit than a warrior queen. Then… Tamsyn (one of my live-in TPE slaves) brought home a stray. She found an abandoned puppy in the hospital parking lot after her shift at the ER, soaked through from the pouring rain & covered in grime, with no collar, or owner in sight. She decided to bring the furball home.
There was just one problem: Her home was MY home, and I happened to be away on a cruise.
I came back to a ball rolling towards me down the front hallway; closely followed by a toddling little bundle of white fur that smelled like cinnamon, cloves, and vanilla; trimmed with a little pink bow. How was I supposed to say no to that?!
Short answer: I couldn’t.
Tamsyn got me, and she got me good.
I decided the puppy could stay.
However, that puppy did NOT stay little for long
She started growing, and growing FAST. The little snowball was quickly becoming very, VERY, big. I love animals and dogs in particular, but THIS puppy wasn’t a Husky, or Great Pyrenees, or a Newfoundland. She looked a little like an Arctic fox during her first month home, then started looking increasingly like an Arctic Wolf. I decided to get her DNA tested, and it turns out she’s a Swiss Shepherd (very closely related to German Shepherds, with an interesting breed history).
I’ve had German Shepherds before, but Mist is… extra. I’d put her in between GSDs and Belgian Malinois in terms of drive and need for physical activity. She required 6 miles of exercise per day at 4 months; at 9 months, she needs 9-12 miles. EVERY. DAY. This pup is essentially training me to run marathons. I can’t hook her up to my bike leash until she’s at least 1 year old, which means I’ve been running with her. For hours on end, mile after mile, every day.
SHE is the reason I have a comic book physique. I’ve never been this toned in my life. Hiking, free swimming, scuba diving, sparring–nothing got me this trim until I decided to adopt an adorable avatar of chaos. Mist is smart as a whip, moves so quickly she looks like lens flare, and is so mischievous, if she’d been male I would have named her Loki.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to submit to an Amazon?
To be in the presence of a gorgeous, merciless Mistress who could pick you up with one hand? Who could pin you, throw you, and make you kneel? Someone who towers over you, her toned, feminine body and curves luring you to your place at her feet–knowing that whatever she wants to do to you, you’d be helpless to resist? Tell me all about it!
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