Dear Readers,
You may remember reading about my shameless stripper acts from the Suspension party
back in December. Well, guess who displayed similar behavior again at Stimulate on Saturday?
My mood for the evening started out quite fun and friendly. I’m a “resident chef” for the party and make different desserts every month to celebrate the monthly birthdays. So I started in hostess mode cheerfully handing out cupcakes. A guy noticed I had a huge bowl of icing left over and asked if I could scoop some out onto a plate for him because he really likes icing. But I did one better and offered him an icing shot straight from the pastry bag. He wanted more icing so I made him get down on his knees and beg for it. Heehee. Then I got a bright idea and while on stage presenting the party organizer with his birthday cake, I grabbed the mic and asked if any submissive men wanted to get on their knees and swallow my “sweet icing load”. Back behind the cake table, I got some takers down on their knees and I happily yanked their heads back by the hair, “gizzed” into their willing mouths and called them filthy sluts. Heeheehee. (Hey Switch Lydia! See what you missed?!)
Once my chef duties were over, I found my sub friend who had been waiting for me and we settled into a more private area of the club for some play. I did a slow warm up with assorted toys to get him ready for a caning. Things were going just swell and I was my controlled self until the DJ played Depeche Mode’s “Personal Jesus”. UH OH. Not only did singing along and stripper-dancing ensue, but while leaning against him to reach around and tug on his nipple clamps, there was a new addition of me
humping his butt to the music. (*gasp!*) At one point, when I pulled away and he was so pathetically aching for more butt humping that his welted ass was swaying to the beat! It took all my power not to knock my own ass on the floor from laughing too hard! What made it worse is that it reminded me of
Ms. Renee's post where her slave’s weewee was aching for her attention and moving to the beat of disco music. Needless to say, being reminded about a disco dancin’ slave weenie while watching a slave butt-dancing to “Personal Jesus” was simply brain overload.
In case you don’t know the song that got me into trouble, familiarize yourself:
The video is
here, and the lyrics are
here.
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