the life and musings of a kinky slut
From this sign, you have about a forty-five minute wait. This was my first time dealing with customs, my first time at the back of the never ending line that snaked for what seemed like an eternity. As I glanced at those in front of me, with varying colored passports at the ready, slowly making […]
1- Pack Light Lighter than what you think light is. And then even lighter than that. I landed in London and met CherryBondage at Heathrow airport. After a quick primer on the London Underground, as well as a handy little map that fit in my pocket (which I lost), we then proceeded to the Waterloo […]
We were all wiped. It wasn’t even two hours into the After Grue when Inretrepida and I spoke of leaving. I dutifully sat in a comfy chair, scribbling out notes from my day and my time with Gray and Symetrie, yet I actively worked to not fall asleep. Just as our duo was about to […]
When we arrived, our group disbursed, heading to their toy bags or directly downstairs. Since I had my things with me, I stayed in the upstairs, wanting to get ready. I’d grabbed a simple black wrap dress that accented my cleavage well, some jewelry, a pair of daunting heels, and my tail. Though quite tired, […]
We all gathered back where we’d started, again amassing in the basement living room. I sat by the front this time, nestling on the floor. We assembled in a circle, everyone looking at one another. Gray stood by the front again, all the sheets of paper with the class names in his hands. One-by-one he […]
“An orgy without sex.” “Free form modern dance.” “Presense through movement and touch.”I couldn’t completely trust. I couldn’t completely let go. I couldn’t completely extend my arm. The exercise was simple: let your partner take your weight. I held Inretrepida’s hand and leaned back, but there was a bend in my elbow. Gray had instructed […]
Before we began, we had a little laugh. This would be the first time we fisted using a glove and lube. When I walked upstairs for my Fisting class, I was a little nervous. Inherent in the premise for my presentation is a slight flaw: I needed a demo fist. I knew this, and hoped […]
It happened in an instant. I was teaching my first class of the Grue, a presentation centered on cigar play from the bottom’s perspective. Gray consented to helping me, taking on the role of my demo top. We had already demonstrated a few fun aspects of play (smoke kiss, smoke rise, and eating ash) when […]
A moment later, my pouting somewhat subsided, MattP and Roughinamorato announced they needed a nipple. Of course, since I was right there and am always happy to be helpful, I volunteered. I quickly disrobed, removing my school Gir shirt, tie and bra, standing in front of them in just my Gir booty shorts. To show […]
With my current class dismissed, I drifted back down to the basement where I found lunch had magically appeared. I wasn’t hungry yet, so I wandered into the dungeon next door. MattP was finishing up his Dropping Bitches class and I was able to catch a bit of the knot he used to secure his […]