the life and musings of a kinky slut


My Friday at Fusion started early. Even though I got to bed around 3am, I woke up at 7am to go run an errand. Because of my previously mentioned flat tire, I ventured off campus, had two of my tires replaced, and returned to my bed around 8:45am. I managed a decent nap before the rest of my day began.

When I woke up for the second time that day, I didn’t know what to do. I briefly looked over the class list, but saw little that piqued my interest. But then a cabinmate mentioned Boymeat’s foot torture class.

“Hmm, I’d like to bottom for that.”

“Really? Let’s go.”

Before I knew it, we were out the door and on our way up to the dungeon class tent. We were late, arriving about fifteen minutes into the presentation. Still, I found a seat near the front.

Boymeat went over many different ways to cause pain to feet. Some of my favorites: clothes pins in between toes, tickling, biting, and using electricity on the feet.

When he opened up the class for other suggestions, I mentioned using rope or twine and twisting the binding to create compression. Also I remembered the horrible things I’ve seen people do with rubber bands. I thought he might want to add that to the lesson.

As the class wrapped up, I found myself chatting with Boymeat. My cabinmate had already left early, so I was not pressed for time. To my surprise, Boymeat had previously thought about ceasing to offer his foot torture class. But, because he received such great feedback from his attendees, he now felt more invigorated by the concept. He had new ideas to explore, more information to add to his presentation, and overall felt better about the material.

I mentioned how one part of his class intrigued me. Electrical play was not part of my normal repertoire. My job involves electricity, to the point that I have been shocked before. I had yet to be able to eroticize the sensation since I’d felt it more than once in an annoyed or angered context.

I hopped up on the massage table. Boymeat brought out his pig prod. My breathing got heavy. I knew it would hurt. A lot. And it did, a lot. He shocked me on my thigh. I rolled over. He shocked me on my other leg. Then on my arm. He leaned over me. Lifted my dress.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to shock you there.”

He kept his word, not touching my clit. Instead he shocked my pubis, a pain and pleasure I had never felt before. I screamed and rolled away. He stepped back, pleased with his work. Another cherry popped for me.

I curled up into a ball on the table, smiling and breathing, and scared as fuck.

Boymeat then turned to his demo bottom, Muffin.

“Okay, time for your reward.”

“You know what I want.”

“Yes, but you can’t have that now. However.”

Boymeat unzipped his pants. Pulled out his cock and balls. He allowed Muffin to suck on one of his balls. And then he looked over at me.

“There are two, if you’d like to join in.”

I hopped off the table, dropped to my knees, and began sucking his right ball.

“Hmm, I think you two can suck on my cock too.”

We took turns, each of us alternating our attention between our tasty treats. Once, we each ran our lips up and down his shaft at the same time. He moaned and pet us as we relished in our acts.

“Now here’s the problem. There are two of you, but I can cum in only one mouth.”

“She can have it,” said Muffin. “I’ve already tasted you twice.”

“Thank you.”

My mouth was back on his cock. As I licked and sucked, Boymeat gave me a lesson on how he loves his cock to be sucked. Soon, I did indeed taste him.

When he finished shooting in my mouth, I knelt back on my heels and turned to my right.

“Hi, I’m Poetic.”

“I’m Muffin. Nice to meet you.”

As we made our introductions, Boymeat stood for a moment to bask. Then he said, “You two are by far the filthiest people I know, but you occupy two different spheres.”

Boymeat’s comment felt like a genuine compliment; I was quite proud.

“This is how I know I’m not some stereotypical asshole. When an asshole gets his cock sucked by two women and then comes, he’s all like, ‘Look at me.’ When I’ve had my cock sucked by two women and then I come, I feel guilty.”

In my humble opinion, it’s an attitude like that that gets your cock sucked by two women more often.


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