Roots of Kink – Water Sports

So often it is hard to know where a kink comes from. Other times you can recall the exact moment it entered your consciousness. This is about the latter.

Growing up my sister’s best friend was a redheaded girl named She lived down the street and played with my sister every day.

I liked hanging out with my sister and her best friend (no one is surprised). I really wanted Jenny to like me. But they would usually chase me away when they were together.

Well one day I was playing with Jenny without my sister around. I forget how this came about. In her backyard she had one of those geodesic dome jungle gyms. I know I was younger than 10 but can’t recall my exact age.

In any event, we were playing on the jungle gym, side by side. We were sitting with our legs over the bars and our butts pushed down. One of us probably commented that it looked like we were sitting on the toilet. This, I’m sure, would have been very silly.

Then we swung backward so we were both hanging upside-down from our knees. Jenny joked that we had now fallen through the toilet and into the sewer. Yes, I said, and all the pee and poop is falling on us. And Jenny said, yes, it’s all pouring down on us.

I was so excited to be so close to her. And so excited to be alone with her. And so excited to b talking about something so taboo. And she was talking about it too!

Jenny probably has no memory of that day. But for me, the idea of being peed on has never left me. And the excitement and the naughtiness of it all has stayed with me. All these years.

Professional Strippers at a Kinky Play Party

A couple of weeks ago I attended my first bachelor/bachelorette party with professional strippers. Full disclosure: While I strive to be a Very Naughty Kitty indeed, I have never been to a strip club that features full nudity.

Full, full disclosure: I’ve been to some male strip clubs with full nudity, but not female. I know, I’m sheltered.

So I was excited that there would be two strippers at this party. It was held at a big ranch house in the suburbs. As part of the festivities, my boyfriend and I decided to do a strip tease for the crowd. I thought we’d be a good way to get the guests warmed-up for the pros.

We have a routine we’ve done at some parties and at Dark Odyssey Summer Camp one year. It starts out to Pretty Woman with my bf in drag and me dressed in a man’s suit. (Hmmm, maybe I’m in drag too…)

While the music plays, we seduce each other, flirting, and dancing, and kissing, until we finally strip off enough clothes for me to see that she is really a he! I act shocked at the sight of his penis, but he reassures me it will be OK and places my hand on his cock.

The touch of his cock is enough to convince me. The stage direction I wrote is “I touch his cock. I go gay.”

At this point the music changes to Hey Ya and I strip down to PVC hot pants and a tight nylon club shirt. We kiss for a while and then give lap dances to the audience. It’s very naughty. And sexy. And silly. The audience always seems to enjoy it.

The guests at the bachelor/bachelorette party were no exception. The pros even watched and smiled. And I love showing off.

Then we all settled in for an hour-long presentation by the pros.

I have to say I was underwhelmed.

I’m not saying my bf and I did better. But the audience was really excited and laughing and having fun when we were up there. With the pros, not so much.

I’ve been trying to put my finger on what was missing and I think it was passion. It seemed more like naked gymnastics than something sexual.

People seemed to react with thoughts of, “Oh, how does she bend like that,” more than “Oh, that’s so hot.”

Part of the problem was that they were really trying to get tips. I was prepared to tip, but they did it in a really crass way, I thought.

At one point they laid the bride and groom on the floor and said they were going to kiss and grope their way down the bride and groom’s bodies. That sounded hot. Then added that we had to lay money on the bride and groom for them to pick up as they worked their way down.

Um, we do?!?

They also did something called Cooter Shots. The had test tubes full of shots and each woman slid a tube into her pussy and then had the bride and groom grab the tube with their mouths and fuck them with the tube. The bride and groom then leaned back and drank the shot.

OK, that was kind of interesting and a bit hot to watch. Then they offered Cooter Shots to everyone else. For $5 a shot. My Mistress and I were the only ones who took them up on the offer.

Later they sat on the floor and fucked each other with a double-dildo. While making small talk with each other. Um, yeah, not hot at all.

Then they got up and, with the double-dildo still connecting them, spun around into different positions. By now it really felt like a gymnastics exhibition.

Maybe I’ve been spoiled by all the burlesque shows I’ve been to. When they call burlesque a “strip tease” I now know what they mean. It’s more of this just seemed to be about getting naked and striking poses a performance to get the audience and excited than to just show off.

Or maybe it was doomed from the start. I’m guessing that strippers would be the high point of most bachelor/bachelorette parties. But at a kinky play party it was more of a warm up to what we’d be doing to each other later.

I still want to go to a strip club with female strippers, but I’m thinking that burlesque shows will turn me on more.

Threesome with a Film Editor

The summer blockbuster movie season is upon us. How does a naughty kitty like me celebrate such an event? By posting about the time I had a threesome with an editor from a major film studio, of course!

First, let me define my terms, because nothing is sexier than some well-defined terms.

By major film studio I mean it’s a studio you’ve heard of.

By editor I mean that, when the credits roll and it says Edited By his name is there.

By blockbuster I mean you’ve seen the movies he’s edited.

By threesome I mean… well actually I’ve now built this up to be way more than it was. But I don’t have many celeb stories, so this will have to do for now. (Note that all names have been changed to protect the guilty ; )

Several years back I was dating a girl name April, my former high school sweetheart. She and her mom went to visit her grandmother out in California and ran into an old friend from high school, Yitzhak. (I’m calling him Yitzhak cause I’ve always wanted to sleep with a guy named Yitzhak. What, we can all dream!)

April and Yitzhak spent some time together when she was out there and then kept up emailing and talking on the phone when she returned east. There was some chemistry there. Well, at least some lust.

The following Thanksgiving we were all planning to be back in our hometown and decided to hook up. And by hook up I mean, April and I were doing the whole swingers and polyamory thing. And Yitzhak was single, so talk of a threesome was in the air.

My parents were out of town so we had the use of their house. We went their first and turned on the heat and made sure the lights and plumbing worked. Then we drove over the Yitzhak’s to pick him up.

He was there with his whole extended family. It felt kind of weird arriving in the middle of a huge family meal to pick up a guy for a threesome. “Hi, is Yitzhak free for some sex?”

Yeah, it was all feeling very high school.

Back at my parents place we sat around drinking wine and catching up. He told us what it’s like working for a major film studio. We told him about the swingers clubs we’d been going to.

On one level it was all very comfortable. We’d all been friends back in the day and it was fun to catch up and see how far we’ve come. On another level it was weird and awkward. Would we have sex? Who would initiate? What would happen?

He’d never been to a swingers club and was intrigued but unsure.

Finally April got up and went over to where he was sitting and started making out with him. They were going at it pretty hot and heavy and I was getting turned on. Then she undid his pants and pulled out his cock.

She started sucking his cock and I wanted to join in. She was wearing a short skirt and kneeling on the floor. I knelt behind her and pulled her ass up so I could get at it.

I pulled her skirt up and pulled her panties down and started fingering and licking her pussy.

She was very wet and really getting into it. I licked her more and finger-fucked while she continued sucking Yitzhak’s cock. We continued like that for a while. I thought about sucking his cock, but was pretty sure he wouldn’t be into it.

Finally April stopped. I don’t think Yitzhak came; I think she just stopped. We straightened our clothes and had some awkward conversation and then April left to drive Yitzhak home.

I hung out watching TV waiting for April to get back, imagining all kinds of naughtiness.

She returned about an hour later and reported that they had just talked, nothing more.

Then we went to bed in my parent’s bed and, just for good measure (or because it seemed so weird), had sex in their bed. We talked about how much she wanted Yitzhak while we fucked.

So, that is the story of my threesome with a major film studio editor. Maybe I should have added that he yelled, “Cut!” when we finished.

Hot Wax Party

A couple weeks ago we had a naughty wax play party. My Mistress and my Miss love dripping melted wax on people and having it dripped on them.

But it can make a huge mess and is kind of labor-intensive. You need a lot of candles going, you need to cover the area so you don’t make a massive mess. You don’t find it at every kinky party. In fact, several of the parties we’ve been to lately had no wax station. So we decided to do it ourselves.

It was our first kinky party. We have a small apartment, so we can’t have many people over. We decided on a girls and trans party and invited 5 people over. There was me, my Mistress, my Miss, and 5 women who are active in the local BDSM scene.

We covered all the furniture in a layer of towels and bought a bunch of the saint candles. We were lucky and found some for Jesus and Mary! Woot! Between all the towels on everything and all the candles burning it felt like a day spa.

I was dressed in a black and pink bustier, black fishnet thigh highs with a floral pattern, and a pink miniskirt. OK, the skirt was about 5 inches long and made it about half way down my bottom. It was also see-through. Very naughty. But as I say, my Mistress and my Miss like me to look cute.

I served the drinks and passed out snacks. I got my bottom smacked a few times. I felt so violated (not really).

It was a good mix of people. There were 3 tops and 4 bottoms.

My Mistress went first, covering my Miss in wax. She was on her stomach and soon was covered in white and red and green drippings.

Next went two women who laid on their backs and held hands. Each time the wax hit they would yell and squeeze each other’s hands tighter. Oh it was so cute.

In addition to the saint candles we had a paraffin wax spa going and we lit a bunch of tea lights. If you know anything about wax play you just said, “ouch” when you read that. Tea lights are very small and burn very hot. They are not really recommended for wax play.

But we had a ton of them, bought in packs of 100 from Ikea. So we put them out just to see what people would do.

Well, one of the tops started using them like shots. She’d pick up two and them dump them really fast on the two bottoms. Wow it was hot and funny. The women really screamed from that. But it was small, so it was over quick. Just like doing a shot.

One of the other tops scraped off the layer of wax. The women had shaved before they arrived, and we had oiled them up, so it came off easily. Then she started in again, making sure to get the nipples and pussies first and pointing out that their skin was even more sensitive now, after being waxed once.

The last scene was one of the tops and a bottom that she brought. Her bottom had been at the beach all day and had gotten a sunburn in random areas of her body. She didn’t apply sunscreen very well and it showed. Her top was nice and avoided the burned areas, for the most part.

After their scene was done she curled up on one of the sofas and I gave her a foot massage. She really responded to the massage, more so than the average person. So I started really giving it to her, squeezing and rubbing, and she responded in little gasps and moans. So I started rubbing my teeth over the soles of her feet and then biting her toes. I’m not sure which one of us enjoyed it more.

OK, I’m pretty sure she enjoyed it more. She was moaning and gasping. When it was over she curled up in a ball, under two towels, and fell asleep for about an hour. So yeah, she really enjoyed it.

When the party broke up the two of them decided to stay over. I drove my Miss home and when I got back my Mistress was in bed and but the two women were having sex on the pullout couch. Oh, is there anything hotter than coming home to two women have sex?

They had a plug-in vibe with them. They were prepared. It was awesome.

I was a bit unsure what proper etiquette is in this situation, so I sort of pretended to putter around in the kitchen so I could listen in. But I was exhausted and went to bed.

I woke up around 8 when I heard some odd thumping noise. I’m paranoid about my apartment, I’ve had leaks and the building flooded once. So I got up to investigate. One of the women, the top, was thumping the other woman on her ass. Oh, it was hot.

In my mind they had been having sex all night. Consumed with too much lust to even sleep. But I knew they had just woken up. Still, it was really hot.

Then my Mistress woke up and I made espresso for all of us.

All in all, a great party, but very messy. I was picking up bits of wax all week. I still see some now and then.

Even so, we hope to have another party soon.

Little Kittie in the Big Citi

First off, "city" and "kitty" were taken. Oh well, kitties can't spell anyway!

Secondly, I'm just a little kittie in the big city!

I'm the owned pet of my Mistress and my Miss. They share me because pet ownership has a lot of responsibilities. I was collared over a year ago at a ceremony during Dark Odyssey Spring Fire. A bunch of our friends were there.

But one thing I've learned in my scant few years in the BDSM scene is that everyone is different and unique. With different desires and motivations and needs. So, what kind of kittie am I?

I'm a citi kittie!

The three of us were visiting friends who have a D/s relationship. After spending a bit of time with them they seemed a bit concerned and/or confused that my owners would kiss me so much, and pet me so much, and didn't have me waiting on them hand and foot.

Finally my Miss explained that I'm not a country pet. She said that a country pet is expected to work on the farm, herd animals, protect the property, make Mojitos, or what have you. And that's fine, but I'm not a country pet, I'm a city pet.

I'm more like a little doggy you dress up in cute little outfits and parade around for everyone to see and admire. Sometimes you have the pet perform tricks. And you demand lots of kisses and lovin's.

It was pretty funny when she said it and pretty true. I'm just a little city pet. More of a show pet. Yes, I do wait on my owners. I try to give them lots of love and attention. And I often cook for them.

But I'm not the kind of pet you dress up in a maid's uniform and expect the place to be spotless three hours later.

I mean, that's a lot of work and I'm just a little kittie!

Weclome

I'm a little kittie, living in the big citi, and I'm excited to start blogging about all my naughty adventures.

This will be a place to explore the intersections of sex and sexuality and orientation and gender identity.

I hope you enjoy the ride : )