Adrenalize Your Slut
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Posted:Oct 24, 2021 9:42 pm
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2024 11:47 pm 6256 Views
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He always beca feral whenever a mood overok him. He would get this glint in his eye and she could see that his cock would swell in his pants. His eyes burned in hers and his voice dropped in that raspy deepness.
“I want that pussy now, and I want it ready”
His hand encircled Isabelle’s soft neck. His fingers gripped in her arteries slightly and she could not wrench herself away from him, no matter how hard she tried. She would only feign the fight, but it made him growl deeper...
“You know you want this hard cock. You know you want take it like a good slut”
He hissed the words in her ear and ld her with force, “Take those fucking clothes off now.”
Isabelle moaned a soft moan and then wriggled again trying fight it, knowing what would co. The slap of his hand on her face brought a soft pink mark on her cheek and she beca submissive him ntly. Isabelle relented and her hands pulled up the skirt baring her ass and pussy his other hand. His fingers pushed in her slit, feeling the wetness within. His hand squeezed her neck again, making her just a bit dizzy.
“That’s right my slut.” He approved and praised her as his two fingers shoved in her tight cunt. “You’re wet and ready. You are my filthy little bitch, aren’t you?” And his hand jerked her jaw face him. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes Sir.” she managed get out of her clenched jaw.
His free hand freed his big hard cock from his pants, and she felt her legs give as she knelt and ok it in her mouth hungrily moaning. His hips thrust in her mouth as he groaned again and praised her, “Fuck yes that feels good. You are such a filthy little hungry , and I love it”
Isabelle gagged trying take him entirely. Her spit slobbered over his length and out the corners of her mouth.
“Get up and get on the bed on fours. I want fuck you now my slut” He ordered her, and she obeyed quickly, raising her ass up so he could mount her. He did so and shoved his cock in over and over so hard it made her body jerk. His hand pulled her hair as he did so and she squirted so hard, they left a puddle in their wake. Isabelle loved it when he ok her like a feral animal.
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Adrenalize - In This Mont
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Cirque Du Kink
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Posted:Oct 18, 2021 7:05 am
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2022 10:03 pm 8827 Views
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KinkConnect is currently for Presenters, Artists, Performers and Vendors for an event in March/April in Myrtle Beach. The overall theme will be Cirque Du Kink . Think of kinky clowns, rope suspension, swinging from silks, contortionists, side shows, etc. And you have the idea...
This will be a total immersion event with education/presenters/vending area/ and events scheduled including play party, costume party, classes, and demonstrations.
This will also be an all inclusive event with no discrimination based on any experience level, kink, gender, race, or religion
We will have a need for photography of the event. If a professional would like to expand their portfolios, please drop us a line with your interest. You may comment below with information or send to my box.
Deadline for sign ups will be February 1st, 2022. Spaces will be based on customized consultation with artist/vendor/performer for needed space and electrical needs. Submit your talent today!
Please include:
The product or you wish to highlight.
If you need a space to set up within event and how much space would be ideal. And what other support items like electricity you will need and what for?
What you will have in place for safety protocols when demonstrating or your product or
If you are a performer, what will you be performing and how?
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Come to the Circus - Circus Contraption
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Comfortably Numb
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Posted:Oct 17, 2021 3:27 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2023 8:51 pm 7179 Views
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Isabelle had showered and shaved so she was silky smooth over. This was her ritual...Her hair smelled of orange and coconut mixed with a hint of amber, her body smelled of coconut, and her face smelled of whipped honey. She dropped her towels and crawled into the sheets behind his body. She whispered to him as her face pressed against his back, “Da.ddy, please wake u.p and fuck m.e ”
He groaned and muttered softly, “What is it you want baby?”
Isabelle kissed the skin at the middle of his sh0oulder blades around his spine...her nipples pressed against him though they were hard, “Please Da.ddy, I need you”
He groaned, “Baby I’m tired. Wrap your arms around and let m.e sleep.”
She sighed and did told, for a minute.... then she rolled back onto her back, frustrated and restless. She got and put her nightgown once more, walking out dejected and pent . She wondered if this was what happened couples, and she remembered how the one before had made her wait the time.
The next day, they sat upon the porch, and he seemed consumed by chess on his laptop, completely silent. This was his new habit. He once had engaged with her for hours at a time, now he seemed more interested in the opponents on games and ignored her. Perhaps the comfort zone of having her had become his norm and he took her for granted now? Isabelle pondered the thought for a moment.
She wondered what would sn.ap him out of it. Last night she had worn his favorite dress. She had done her makeup seductively...it wasn’t as if she wasn’t putting effort into it. Perhaps Daddy needed a reminder of how much he wanted her. She thought to herself as her wheels turned “Do I dare?” Isabelle was dazed when he abruptly interrupted her daydream.
“What are you thinking about ba.by?” He pointedly asked.
“Um, Christmas gifts Da.ddy” Isabelle looked at her coffee cup and stirred it hoping to hide her deviant inner brat.
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Stay With M.e - Sam Smith
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50's Housewifery
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Posted:Oct 10, 2021 11:33 am
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2022 5:36 pm 7250 Views
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I am cooking baked beans for the Kinkconnect pool party and cookout later today. It’s been two days of cooking to prep, which I really don’t mind. Being in the kitchen is my happy place to create and use my skills to please anyone who eats what I have made. I think of food as sure-fire way to please others and anyone I am with.
My current Dom used to cook for me all the time. Then, I finally talked him into letting me cook for him occasionally. Now, he jokingly says I don’t allow him in the kitchen, when truth is he adores everything, I cook. He rarely cooks for me now. So, be forewarned that if you are a talented cook, this may be your new fate. However, I do enjoy the sounds he makes when he finally takes a bite of something I have made.
There is something sexy about tantalizing someone’s tastebuds. In return it makes me feel appreciated, talented, and capable of eliciting happiness. For a service submissive, this is an incredibly gratifying feeling. It is like when I clean the house, even after a hard day, and he appreciates it with such kindness and thoughtfulness to the effort I have put forth.
Perhaps its why I do love a 50’s type household, or else equate my dynamic as such. It encompasses being in service as the natural order of things. It is accepted by most surrounding me and works in the vanilla world. But start overstepping onto my habits or vices and I begin to be a mouthy little brat. Sorry ‘bout that, but what fun would I be if I didn’t have some flaws? After all, at least the doormat in front of the door is clean and dinner will be divine, followed by incredible acts of submission. But there will be no doormat in the kitchen cooking, that’s for sure. 
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Bread and Butter - The Newbeats
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Twirling On The Pole On Memory Lane
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Posted:Oct 7, 2021 5:32 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2022 3:45 pm 7183 Views
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It’s October and the heat here is finally subsiding a bit. I enjoy the mornings and evenings now with the ocean breeze and less humidity. The struggle has been real for this mountain chick. I like the beach when the chill of winter is here. Fu.ck laying in the sun t.o worship i.t until I am a raisin, like the women in Florida. They get out at sun rise and stay until sunset. They ar.e like a California Raisin commercial with pink lips and bleached blonde hair.
The last time I lived here I was in my early twenties and a stripper. I was working the pole at the Crazy , one of the top strip joints on the beach. My roommate was this cray cray bitch w.ho had several personalities from her dysfunctional family abusing her.
I can remember watching her work with fascination as she would change personalities between dances. Clearly that was never going last, because eventually she would turn on me, and I knew i.t. She taught me the valuable art of seduction through role playing though and many more tricks of the trade. I was a naïve country g.irl from North Carolina and Myrtle Beach was just the first step I made on the journey into that world. I.t was here that my na.me was changed into an exotic pseudonym, and I learned how to dance in a huge champagne glass. Don’t you wish you could add that talent to your resume?
In memory of Kathrine and her lessons, here is a list of my favorite strip songs that made up my p.laylist on any given night
Cream – Prince
Flesh for Fantasy – Billy Idol
Sad But True – Metallica
Della Brown – Queensryche
My Lovin (Never Gonna Get It) – En Vogue
Red Light Special – TLC
Mama – Phil Collins
Justify My Love – Madonna
I Need You Tonight – INXS
Thunderstruck – AC/DC
The Pusher – Steppenwolf
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More Human Than a Human
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Posted:Sep 29, 2021 6:35 pm
Last Updated:Jun 1, 2022 5:36 pm 6054 Views
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"There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human - In not having be just happy or just sad - In the nature of being able be both broken and whole, at the time" C. Joybell C.
People tend e.o immortalize their lost humans by forgetting that they were human. We do it with relationships, with past times in our lives, and with our beloved dead, especially. I tend t.o always try t.o lend reality t.o my words and thoughts and not paint things a.s being supernormal. It is probably an annoying trait, but well, it is part of what makes m.e ever humble in the face of the grand picture.
My offspring has placed my late husband o.n a pedestal and so have other people in my life. The always say, "Nikki, I am so sorry t.o hear of Tim's passing, he was such a wonderful man and he seemed be such an incredible person" And although I am swelled with pride, my response will inevitably be, "He was, and yet he was also human. None of us are perfect."
Am I diminishing their sentiment? Maybe. But, I believe we are human and imperfection is our true self -Not the pretty picture people picture us being. And when I die, I can hear them doing the s.ame at the reception or wake. I will have become the best person anyone ever knew...Except, I know the truth....
When I first came this lifestyle, it was much easier t.o paint a rosy picture of my slavery and my submission. After living it every day, I have another story to tell.. Of how hard it was to be the breadwinner while he was ill and suffered and yet give him the power to make decisions. It was fucking back breaking to work two jobs and he got to educate our and become her favorite. It took everything I had to put him on a plane knowing it was because I felt like a failure as a slave. I will forever wonder if he knew the struggle I faced or ever appreciated how deeply I hurt inside for a time...
We will never know the answer. And maybe that is why I diminish their statements of praise. Because after a,ll of it, I am human. Imperfectly perfect in my faults and strengths.
He was imperfectly human and probably felt like a failure at some of our endeavors and questioned his actions just as I do my own. Forget the Christian Grey version, he was my dominant and just like any other person I interact with, they have baggage. My baggage is my closeted shit that my partner has t.o sift through, just like any vanilla relationship on this earth.
If you can take anything from this slave and submissive of over a quarter of a century, let it be that you realize that we a,ll are imperfect and make mistakes and missteps. Even though they publish a hundred manuals o.n how t.o be what we are, there will always be the underlying human characteristics that make us tick.
We are human after a.ll.
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Taxi - Harry Chapin
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Hush Little Sister
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Posted:Sep 22, 2021 5:06 pm
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2021 7:55 am 5739 Views
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For all the Gabby Petitos' of the world...
Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby
I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too
I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too
Hey, little sister
You want to know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care
He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor
I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can
Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help
Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
You're in my arms tonight.
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Voices Carry - 'Til Tuesday
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Kitchen Service
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Posted:Sep 21, 2021 3:07 pm
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2024 11:48 pm 6385 Views
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Isabelle had made shrimp and cheese grits for dinner. The Southern delicacy was only one in her large repertoire of cooking abilities. She literally could make men get a look of satisfaction and not be able to mutter anything but moans of pleasure with her culinary skills. It was something she loved to do.
The strains of seductive jazz filled the small apartment that she had painstakingly cleaned all day. Her freshly washed hair smelled of honeysuckle and lemon verbena from her shower and the soft tussled curls sat upon her head like a tiara of dark brown laced with golden sun-kissed strands. She bopped about the kitchen occasionally taking sip of wine from the crystal gold trimmed wine glass.
He walked in the door and Izzy greeted him with a kiss. His eyes glinted. “Wow babe, you look amazing and dinner smells amazing.”
She giggled a small laugh and dropped slowly to her knees in front of him. Her fingers deftly undid his trousers. He dropped the briefcase and coat onto the floor. She looked up at him with dark lashes and brown irises as her fingers pulled his cock from the sheath of trousers. Isabelle’s lips opened and she sucked his now half hard cock while it grew immediately.
There, upon the kitchen rug, she looked so damned submissive and perfect for him. His hand dropped to her hair and he gripped it within his fingers tighter and tighter, guiding her mouth while his hips rocked.
“Fuck yes, good girl” He moaned and her mouth dripped saliva onto her cleavage. Isabelle took him fully into her mouth and she gagged lightly but regained composure to keep slathering his cock, worshipping it. The saliva dripped in strings, hanging in the air before gravity and her swaying b0ody caused it to land randomly. She knew how to be a good slut for him and showed it with earnest.
After he finished, pumping into her mouth until he slowed and stopped, she smiled sweetly and settled back onto her knees.
“Welcome home Sir. Dinner will be served at any time you wish” Izzy waited on him to stagger off to find a hot shower and she raised herself, standing and going to her bathroom to ready herself for serving dinner. She knew the reward was well worth the effort. It always was.
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Lovesong - The Cure
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Out At Sea But Standing on the Beach
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Posted:Sep 19, 2021 12:57 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2023 12:05 am 6118 Views
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He sat there looking into the night sky with her. The big almost full moon gleamed over the water and sunbaked beach.
“I took off work the 14th and 15th of October. I think I just want to go somewhere and hide. I know I should take his ashes and do something with them, but that has been on hold during this pandemic. It’s almost like my grief has been on hold too. “The last words caught in her throat.
He saw the tears well up in the irises of her eyes against the light flickering off in the distance from dissipating fireworks. Their trails twinkled into the horizon of ocean waves, diminishing into the sky like her tears as one slipped down her cheek.
“You need to make a decision about what to do before Babygirl. Its time don’t you think?” He looked at her earnestly. Her shoulders started to shake and she buried her face for a second and then rose trying to compose herself but it was no use. Her lip was trembling, and the tears streamed in two perfect rivulets down her soft cheeks.
“I carry the 30 quid he had in his wallet when he died in my wallet always, I have the man’s jeans and shirt he died in laundered and in my drawer...It’s absolutely pathetic I know.” She sobbed and he encircled her in a hug. It had been two long years of running and she found herself overcome with the angst still clawing at her inside sometimes. She had kept telling herself that one day she would let it all go.
He took her shaky hand in his. “No, it is not pathetic. You loved him and gave Tim every ounce of everything you had to give. To be honest, I can’t imagine being a slave and being the sole bread winner for the length of time that you did it. That had to be so fucking hard. I can’t even imagine. But that is all past. You never have to do that again. That alone should be celebrated because it is my guess Tim wished that for you all along...And you deserve it, if anybody does.”
He smiled and caressed her cheek wiping the tears away as a smile began to form on her lips. In her head she knew he was right and then a song would play or a memory would come to her like the smell of his flat or his skin...the sound of his laugh or his voice...however faint they came, they left her in the wake and she would shake it off and hold strong.
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Let Her Go - Passenger
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Aching for My Winter Womderland
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Posted:Sep 15, 2021 3:42 am
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2021 1:01 pm 5151 Views
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Acclimating to the heat in South Carolina has been difficult at best for me. You wouldn’t think it would be that different between North and South Carolina, but you must remember I lived in the mountains at 4000 elevation before I moved to Colorado. Flat land heat in the South mixed with the humidity is a whole other animal. It’s easier to live in cooler climates where you can layer to get warm. Once you get naked, there is just no other way to get any cooler when hot.
For the past two days the salon air conditioner has been on the blitz. We have had the air people out working on it both days and as the temp rose to 85 indoors yesterday, my internal thermometer rose to match what would be virtually hell on earth levels. I felt nauseous and couldn’t eat. My curly hair became curlier with each hour that passed and I swear to you my eyelids were sweating.
I have been living here for almost six months. The question is, how long does it take one to acclimate to the heat, for fuck’s sake? All I can say is, I am living for winter and clearly I would not have been a graceful Southern Belle in this heat.
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Summer In The City - Lovin' Spoonful
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