Toy Story: Tracy’s Dog P.cat

Our team here at 24/7 Players are bringing you something a bit new, though a bit old as well. These pages are already perhaps over-full of detailed accounts of our adult play sessions, toys are often involved, though they tend to only be in the background of the storytelling as facts-of-the-matter. So I figured perhaps we can take the time out to bring the toys to the forefront of the story…

In the interests of disclosure it should be noted that we’ve received some nominal consideration to provide an honest and fair review of this product by the fine folks at Tracy’s Dog and that is surely what I intend to provide. But this isn’t going to be your run-of-the-mill clinical toy-review, there is a real story of the practical use of this toy here, an explicit erotic one, so last chance to safe-word out of this if you are offended by such things…

Over the course of the last several months, as I’ve increasingly followed more of the sex-blogging community a new toy began to catch my eye. Women from all across the internet were posting glowing reviews of clitoral-sucking devices. I was immediately intrigued, I looked into some specific devices, and began to discuss the possibilities with my wife. I had even attempted sucking on her clitoris myself during our oral sex sessions to much positive reaction. We had firmly added one of these toys to our freaky wish-list and I think she was slightly disappointed that I recently opted for a e-stim toy for our traditional kinky Christmas gift exchange…

Sometimes Providence has a way of providing you with just what you needed even when you weren’t looking for it. After seeing a couple of bloggers I follow tweet about an opportunity for Canadians interested in reviewing sex-toys, and discussing it with my partner, I answered the call. The result of those discussions was a couriered mystery bag of toys, and who wouldn’t love that? It felt like naughty Christmas all over again, the anticipation of uncertainty culminating with the opening of the envelope.

The packaging is absolutely on-point, discrete and tasteful. There were none of the over-done erotic images designed to entice, in fact there was nothing on the outside of the packaging that even betrayed that the contents were sex-toys, other than a warning to keep out of the reach of children. They looked so elegant that I didn’t even want to open them to end the mystery. We were certainly pleasantly surprised that the subject of this story was among the contents…

The P.cat is a variable-frequency water-proof clitoral suction stimulator, with a USB rechargeable 300mA lithium-ion battery with 70 minute use-time, the powerful motor registers a relatively quiet 50dB at the most intense of it’s 10 frequency settings, all in a compact form-factor weighing in at a mere 110g. This little powerhouse of clit-sucking action is also frankly adorable, somewhat resembling a hybrid of a sea-horse and a dolphin in it’s contours. I immediately set to charging it concealed in the provided, also discrete, draw-string toy-bag…

She came into the bedroom and asked if she should turn the light out. I told her to leave them on, I needed to be able to see what I was about. As she confessed her own nervousness and anticipation for this particular play-scene I noted and remarked at the disproportionately large state of her pupils. I promptly began the initial tests that I routinely do whenever attempting to play with a new toy. Testing first my finger-tip, reasoning that it’s one of the more nerve-dense areas I could fit in the opening of the suction-head. I cycled through the various intensities, finding the sensation quite intense and noting the obvious strength of the motor, while being impressed by the ingenuity of some of the patterns of pulse, beat, and pause. I moved on to one of my nipples and immediate moaned, my wife, noting my reaction began to become more intrigued. She tested it one of her fingers, reporting much the same sensations as I had. Thus satisfied with the proper functioning and feel of the device and more generally at-ease, it was time to get down to business…

I applied a generous amount of water-based lubricant and went to work on her right nipple, after a few intensity changes, I prompted her for feed-back, she responded that my technique was fine but I do a better job with my mouth, so I took that as a cue to move on to it’s intended purpose. I took a bit of care to attempt to get a good seal with the suction-head, she responded with an ‘ooh’ and then ‘wow’ as I went through the first two settings once reaching a devilish intermittent pulse with random pauses I had definitely found one she liked. Her eyes suddenly rolled straight back into her head and she seized violently as though she were demon-possessed through a very epic orgasm, after only a mere thirty-seconds of direct stimulation. She needed several moments to even compose herself to the point where she could only somewhat babble positive feedback incoherently. As suitably impressed as I also was with the maiden-voyage, I had not yet even tried all ten of the settings, and there was obviously still work to do, so I went back to work.

I admittedly was a bit too technical in my testing of the toy at this point, frequently asking for feedback, varying angle, pressure, and intensity in an effort to refine my technique. My wife isn’t the most vocal in-scene at the best of times, and it wasn’t long before she would rather take over control and show me rather than explain it. I handed her the toy and went to work on a breast with my mouth while I caressed her body encouragingly. It was barely a few minutes of this before she was again launching into another world-shaking orgasm, worthy of a thousand words(literally). She only managed two words though after another cool-down, “I squirted”. I glanced over, having not been in a position to have seen. I could see a few drops of fluid streaking down her thighs and being again very impressed with this toy. Little did I know, that a deep and massive wet-spot laid pooling beneath her body on our water-proof bedding system…

As impressed as I was at this point, a momentary fear raced through my mind, this small and incredibly value-priced toy was putting my 25 years of expertise, 15 of those with this same women, to utter shame. I discarded the P.cat out of pettiness and promptly brought her to a third powerful orgasm with my fingers, as if to prove to her that I still could be useful and shouldn’t be discarded in favour of the toy. I glanced at the time and was disturbed to find that only 10 minutes of real-time had passed start-to-finish and it baffled me, our sessions usually lasting long into the night. Of course being the sort of rogue that I am I rounded out the balance of our allotted time with a thorough and firm pounding…

So really the proof is the pudding for this review, I couldn’t possibly recommend this product any stronger. Tracy’s Dog P.cat checks every single box you would want; seriously check them out on Amazon.

 

 

 

 

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