BDSM. Hmm. Brother, daddy, sister, mother. Nope, that's not right. Oh! Blatant Devotion for Single Mothers. Um, no, not that either, although they certainly deserve high praise. Blissful Dream-State, Mmmm. Oh wait, that was last night. How about Bio Degradable Slut Monkey?
Sigh. You see this is a tough topic for me. I haven't the foggiest clue about this subject except the initials. I did however, get some tutelage from Anny the other night by way of web searches. Wow, doggies! The things that are out there. Including the highlight of my evening, a puff the magic dragon tattoo on completely covering a man's hoo hoo. Never seen anything like it but I would certainly run the other direction if that thing reared its, um, head at me. Can you imagine being the tattoo artist? Yikes.
But he did have a piercing. I've now been introduced to nipple rings, nipple ornamentation that doesn't require piercing, chains, weights, tuning forks for the urethra (no, I'm NOT kidding), and manacles of all kinds. I've boiled it down to this: It's not my business what you do. Have fun.
I'm not one for spanking, whipping, or any kind of begging. No, just give it to me. But there are so many levels of the whole BDSM thing that it seems to encompass the very light titillating tease to the very bold pain/pleasure response. Then the masters and submissives... I don't know. It throws me out of whack, I guess.
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