I wound up in a long conversation last night and didn't get this up. Since I'm posting it at another time and place, I know I cannot trigger here ... so this journal will be different from my other donkey diaries in that way, too.

But perhaps that makes sense for this. You see, Headmistress had prevented me from triggering to random brays in the main chat, reserving the privilege of changing me into a horny, braying beast to herself alone. By coincidence, then, yesterday I happened across an unfamiliar person in main chat, already bearing a donkey name and already struggling not to bray.

I wanted to join in. I knew how good it would feel. How good it has felt before. But the Headmistress had forbidden it, and I could not. So, instead, I struck up a conversation with him in PMs. I told him about my situation. I talked about how much I've enjoyed being an uncontrollably braying jennet and how much I wished I could bray with him.

For ... some reason ... it seemed to be getting harder for him to converse. Easier for him to bray instead. I wanted to join him. I needed to join him. I couldn't join him. So since I could not be the donkey, I was the donkey handler instead. Knowing how good it feels to be a donkey, it felt good, too, to take away his humanity and replace it with something better. To give him a good donkey tail and good donkey ears. To slap his donkey ass. To get rid of all those human thoughts and human words and fill his good donkey mind with heehaw brays that built his arousal andI warm his good donkey body with uncontrollable arousal that compelled him to heehaw and bray.

Eventually I had to bring him back to the dull human world, but as he couldn't handsfree and had felt his hooves too strongly to find release, he still begged me for something more. So he watched my favorite video, admitting that he couldn't stop braying aloud as he finally found release in a good donkey orgasm. I wore a smile for hours. It felt so good to help another understand what is so wonderful about donkey transformation, about the way of bray.

Later that evening, I was still feeling dommey rather than donkey and stepped into the arena against Ein. I won by technical decision via audience vote, but regrettably neither of us were able to trance the other. At some point soon, I'll see about taking up another duel and seeing if I can't be a little more successful... and entertaining.

At some point soon, too, I hope the Headmistress has the time to continue my exploration of the wonderful perfect arousal of donkification at her hands and voice.