Kitten and the flexibility of BDSM
Added 2019-05-03 14:53:14 +0000 UTC“How is this BDSM?” an onlooker asked, with good reason. In the midst of a raucous kinky gay-lady party, Kitten was naked, face down on a blanket on the floor, while many hands worked at applying fake butterfly tattoos to her back.
“One thing Kitten hates more than anything is being wet, especially the sensation of water dripping down her body.” The first time we did a scene it was impact play, and I thought I was being nice applying ice to the sore pink welts she had on her ass. As the ice dripped down her thighs she hissed, this intended after-care was actually sadism more cruel than any scene she’d bottomed for that night, a detail we laughed about as our relationship progressed and we got to know each other better. (I never made that mistake again!)
Each guest was choosing a tacky colourful 90’s-esque butterfly, cutting it out, and kneeling to apply the fake tattoo with a dripping wet paper towel.
“Yeah, plus she fucking hates butterflies,” I couldn’t help but giggle. The most ridiculous edge play ever. Kitten squeaked, “They’re just giant flying bugs they’re GROSS!” Her face was buried in her arms, but I could hear the huffy face she was making. These parties are so much fun. Just over my shoulder is a women wielding an 8 inch strap on, and I can hear someone scream-cumming from upstairs. Smacks from a paddle echo from the scene happening in the corner, and this silly scenario is the one getting the most attention. Playful kink is my favourite kink.
“Oh, and there’s the fact that she’s going home early tomorrow to celebrate her anniversary with her boyfriend. So that’s gonna be a thing.” Now it was Kitten who was laughing, “Girlfriend of the year!”
