the life and musings of a kinky slut
When I dropped off Gray at his cabin, off loaded his things, and made sure he was good, I stepped up to hug him. I kissed his cheek. He turned his face into my kiss. He wanted more than a peck. His lips met mine. We kissed. And kissed. And kissed. I stood up on […]
We met in the Dungeon soon after parting by the pool. He chose the suspension rig to the left of the stage. I sat down my things, slipped off my sandals. “Should I take off my clothes?” “I like to unwrap my presents.” He unrolled what he had dubbed his ‘big bundle of ow’, a […]
“Poetic, you like breath play.” “Yes.” “And I know you.” “Yes. Rough, do you need a demo bottom for your breath play class?” “Yes.” “We should probably practice.” “Yes.” Rough stood and beckoned me from the porch into the cabin. It was early in the event; most people had yet to arrive. We crept through […]
The Cabaret had just ended. There was a crush of people in the hall. A slow lumbering line out of the main dungeon. I was excited, anxious, at what awaited me. He stood at the first aid table. When I arrived, he looked me up and down. “Am I ripping that off of you?”“Uh, no.” […]
It all started Saturday night…“Move your hands. Move your fucking hands.”“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”“I’m going to punch you in your chest. Twice. If your hands get in the way, I will punch you more. If you take the two punches, that will be it for your sternum. Can you do that? Or do you want […]
“You called me a good girl. I didn’t tell you that I liked that.”“I notice things.”He kept his voice low, almost a whisper. “Close your eyes.” I could feel his fingertips tracing along my face, lightly over my skin. Down my body, never quite touching, and then grazing my calves, and then digging in his […]
Hmm, a punching class at the London Grue. Was I going to attend…? Knuckle Sandwich was presented by Gryphon, with his demo bottom Hedwig. Gryphon started his class session with some precautionary info: avoiding the neck and face (on a first date), targeting large muscle groups, and the proper way to throw a punch (curves, […]
It was Friday night at Rope Camp. Cigars, Boots, and Chocolate was winding down; fewer than a dozen people remained in the Pavilion, though we all stood around smiling and chatting, still enjoying each others company. The social had gone well. Even though I arrived late. Even though I had to run back to the […]
I deserved it. I totally deserved it. Celeste swung and smacked my back hard with her rope, testing the technique Rough had just shown the class. It hurt. A lot. I deserved every bit of the pain. The day before was the first of two of Roughinamorato’s Rough Body play classes. He spoke about different […]
“Do you want to play?”“Yes. When?”“Now.”“But I’m playing with a friend once they get back with their rope.”“We’ll play til they arrive.” Gripping the side of my neck, right where I’d been bitten not ten minutes earlier, Roughinamorato pulled me forward. Just as we were to find a space, my friend walked into the Dungeon and […]