the life and musings of a kinky slut
…my head was on his right boot. His left boot was on my back. I was naked, except for the ass hook in my ass. I was…pleased. At that moment, I heard him typing on his Mac, his goal near accomplishment. And once he hit publish, he removed his left boot and turned the screen […]
Let’s review. It was a dripping-sweat-hot Thursday night. I had invited Gray to have an interrogation scene. For my trouble, I found myself tied tight in 4mm hojo rope, partially suspended with only my left leg for support. I wore heels and stood on two overlapping matts, both contributing to my general lack of stability. […]
“Yes, this will work great.” Having taken off his gloves, Gray again pulled out his butterfly knife. After examing my gag and approving of his plan, he cut two slits into the very damp piece of fabric. He then pulled out the pepper. I had heard the story earlier. One of my cabinmates had taken […]
Pain is my wheel house. Ask most people who’ve played with me and they’ll tell you I can take a beating. And, frankly, I love taking a beating. I love it when you can get me to a place where I am a sobbing mess, tears running down my face, snot stuffing up my nose. […]
…and I stumbled forward, falling to my knees, my body twisted around. He pulled my hair more, bringing me back up, dragging me to under the wooden arch. He placed his arm around my neck, choking me, keeping me close. He pulled out rope from somewhere, either in his pocket or simply in his free […]