the life and musings of a kinky slut

Archive for July, 2012

I’m Done —

I was already a little peeved. I had waited for five minutes for the assistant to come into my room and check my vitals, a long delay that had previously never happened. And then I waited on the exam table, naked with my gown opening facing backwards, for another ten minutes for my GYN nurse […]

You May —

“I like her. Can we take her home?” Even though I was tired, having only gotten about three hours of sleep, there was no way I was going to miss the first class session Sunday morning. I got up, quickly showered, put on my gray cotton stretch dress with mesh cut outs, laced up my […]

Not For Long —

“Are you ready?”“Huh?”“Are you ready?”“For what?”“Doom doom da doom, doom da doom, doom da doom. Doom doom da doom, doom da doom, doom da doom. Doomy doom, doom doom, doom da doomy doom, doom doom. Doom doom da doom, doom da doom, doom da doom.”Her rendition of the Imperial March was stuck in my head […]

Cage Match —

D3 stripped naked, save for his boots. I wore only a black strapless dress, a cute pair of underwear, and my boots. I told D3 how I like it when people take off my clothes. “Mean or nice?”“Whichever.” He stepped in close. We kissed, our arms wrapped around each other. He began punching me. I […]

Nerves —

When I approached the Dungeon, I knew I was arriving a bit early. Since I’d finished my writing with some extra time, I figured I’d just wait for D3’s arrival by the cage. As I grew closer to the entrance, a small crowd meandered outside. Since I knew the people standing about, I greeted folks […]

Triple Booked —

Rushing to head back to the end of the Circus, I ran to my cabin, dropped off my rope equipment, picked up my bootblacking kit, and quickly made my way to the Barn. When I arrived, the event had already ended. I looked around but could not find Stefanos, who had emceed the Circus. I […]

Third —

My third and final tie for Fusion occurred early Saturday night. Nomad, Lynk, and I met up by the Barn, standing on the outskirts of an event, the Kinky Circus. Nomad and I then headed towards the Dungeon as Lynk stayed a moment to speak to someone briefly. As the two of us stepped onto […]

D3 —

I asked D3 if he wouldn’t mind blacking my boots, seeing as my shift was up in fifteen minutes. He agreed, sitting on the ground as I remained in my chair, setting up his kit as I stashed mine away. He then asked, “Do you need to go anywhere?” “No,” I replied. My commitments for […]

My Bootblacking Shift —

Because of Friday night’s storm, there was some confusion and a handful of things not going as planned at camp. The Pamporium was up and running though, albeit without hot wax, so I made my way over after lunch, a host of much needed calories after my abduction, in hopes of working my bootblacking shifts. […]

Tradition —

I pulled my gold fabric up over my ass, opting to not remove my toga. I had intricately placed my two pieces of long fabric and didn’t want to try to rearrange them. My diadem stayed put fine. My sandals and chainmail belt were not an issue. My golden wing earrings dangled from my ears. […]