the life and musings of a kinky slut
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 […]
He requested that I wear heels. As I walked towards his cabin, I tried to remember the mini lesson given to me before I departed for our play date. Toe, heel. Toe, heel.When I arrived, at 9pm on the dot, he shooed me away for a second. Inside he made one last decision with the […]