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Adventures of a self identified pain slut.

Adventures of a self identified pain slut.

Hi there! I’m Writer Kiel, and I’m a total pain slut! 🙂

Yes, it’s true. By day, mild mannered Kiel is just another hard working American citizen who seeks to enrich his life through open sexuality, orgies, and the more-than-frequent late night jaunts to Pho and taco joints. But behind this subtle demure, lies a submissive, flog-craving, cross-strapped whipping boy! Tie me down! Make me yours! Beat me into submission! And PLEASE remember my safe phrase is “Michael Bay is a Genius!”

But seriously, folks…

There are many sound schools of thought concerning the ideal/ideology of BDSM. This is SOOOO not that! This is just an offering of my pain/DOM experience. And if you are exploring an alternative sexual/relationship life style, you know what’s best for you. Information and advice should and will ALWAYS come with a grain of Lexington Steele sized salt.”

That being said, I know launch into my origin story….

(Feel free to make “Wavy, flash back, harp-plucking fingers at this time)

My dad got me a tattoo once. My first tattoo. The woman who owned the shop was a heavily pierced-and-tattooed British ex-Pat whom I immediately and non-sexually fell in love with, and hired me as her shop boy the following week.

And I LOVED this job! Easy hours, great clientele, and there was BOTH a Gyro place and Yakitori shop right around the corner! Not bad for a senior in high school!

But we just didn’t do tattoos and piercings at the time. We also did retail kink/goth clothing. Corsets, and garters and liquid latex, oh my! And we had our fair share of floggers, whips, chains, and what have you.

So one day, one of the other shop girls said to little old nerdy, closeted, Kiel : “We just got some riding crops in! Can I try them on you?” Well, never shying away from a chance to fit in, I said “SURE!” and stuck out my forearm.

I clenched my teeth… the whole time anticipating the stubbed-toe, paper-cut, boxer-tearing wedgie kind of pain that I was SURE awaited me. And with a sparkle in her eye, and an excitement that reflected from her Hot Topic purple hair and catalog-bought corset, she whipped my arm….

`And it felt AMAZING!!!

Since then, any time anyone gets excited at the potential of “beating” me?

UGH! That gets me going!

However……..HOWEVER!!!!

You and your partner SHOULD ALWAYS ESTABLISH LIMITS! Say it with me now: “ALWAYS ESTABLISH LIMITS.”

Yes, I enjoy being put into a position where I can take, interpret, and analyze my pain intake. But, if you are with a person that likes pain in a particular scenario, that doesn’t mean they ALWAYS like it.

When they have just woken up, and are in their morning shower, a towel snap to the ass is just mean!

I LOVE the St. Andrews Cross. RAWR! I love taking off my garments and being shackled down. And if it’s by force, even though I am grinning the whole time? Even better! Beat me me ‘til you come, girly! But EASE into it. Find out, SLOWLY, what your partner likes pain wise, if at all!

I came to all of these feelings and conclusions a full YEAR before I even lost my virginity. I knew that, without even being told, excitement was, and would never again be just black and white. There are thrills that are beyond what we are told, and it is our privilege to discover them and bask in their offerings.

Never feel ashamed in your endevours. As long as they fall within these parameters: Do no harm, make no harm, and CONSENT IS SEXY!

Happy Floggings, Boys and Girls!

Writer Kiel

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