Easy to tell when I’ve touched a nerve. Heh. Let’s move along, shall we? I’ll use the classic boobies segue ploy…
WISH YOU WERE HERE! *grins*
Saturday night, I went to a party at The Conservatory, one of Portland’s nicest and most luxurious dungeons. I usually attend three or four fetish events a month, most of which require themed costumes or at least super sexy dressing up. This month, we were encouraged to wear corsets, so I chose a black stretch satin number with pink ribbon piping and bows. I paired it with a pleated pvc micromini school girl skirt and platform black patent leather mary janes. Extra naughty, with just a dash of innocence to contrast the sluttiness of it all. Hehehe! And geared to appeal to my favorite evil bastard, who promptly showed me what happens to dirty girls like me who play Bait the Sadist…
They get strapped to a doctor’s exam table, wrists shackled to ankles, with a spreader bar holding their knees wide open, exposed. They have to see the whole room watching them, lusting for them. They are forced to admit what horny, naughty, exhibitionists they are, and the words get written on them with a red sharpie. They get their nipples pinched and the insides of their thighs smacked. They get their cunt spanked by random implements picked up at home furnishing stores. (Seriously, who knew you could find so many S/m toys at Ikea?) They get one hand released, but only so they can fuck themselves with a big dildo while repeating over and over what naughty sluts they are. They must beg to cum. Loudly. And then when it’s over, they get cuddled and told what good girls they are. *grins*
Now, is it me, or does that scenario make for one hot fucking phone sex call? Heh! I find being on either the giving or receiving end of a little erotic embarassment can truly heighten a sexual experience, be it on the phone or in person. So what do you say? Up for a little nasty name-calling? I promise I won’t get offended… *wink*
