Even Femdom Mistresses

Bustin' Balls In The Fast Lane

I Had a Bad Day…
Big fuckin’ deal, right? Everybody has bad days, get off the throne Mistress, come join the rabble. Wrong-o! I had a really bad day. The type that make grown men wince and say “Oh Day-um“,usually hissed out under their breath in sympathy, though often time more reserved for that of an un-deserving but rather funny crotch shot. Said shot being all the more funny when it doesn’t apply to them, is a direct nad shot and with a Nerf Gun no less. (snurfle, snort, giggle that was funny) With me now?

“Saangg It With Me Now…Can Ah Hear A Yes Ma’am”?!

My bad day is as only this Femdom Mistress with what seems a large “Kick Me! I LUV it!” on her ass could have, what with the crazy start to her year, concerted effort to play safe with BDSM, obey all the laws…well…okay… sorta….the speed limit laws have no bearing in this rant. In my dedicated attempt to further those fans of the Knk Report, this intelligent femdom Mistress set out last Friday, after carefully loading her SUV (pay attention to this part) with all of her precious sex toys, strap on dildos with harnesses, whips, floggers, and after a moment’s consideration, a pair of non-descript metal hand cuffs.

She Failed to Hear Her Inner Devil

Having deafened myself at too many concerts, I never heard my inner voice whispering that this was a real bad idea, all of it, the whole thing, go and run into the house, never come out! Did I listen? Does a bear shit in a pay toilet?…ahem! Hell no! Why? “Cuz I was bad to da bone” . Ba dum dum. Cue the irony.

To Be Continued:

No, seriously! Like… tomorrow. Seems I’m laid up this weekend and not in a fun way, I assure you.

Body…adoration, anyone? “Yowch! Hey! GENTLY!?