The word is out. I like black leather, old men and rhythm and blues.

My sub j. got VIP tickets to see George Thorogood at the Greek. For some reason, my name and VIP go so well together.

We began our date in the dungeon. He had my patent leather knee high boots repaired and they had to earn their keep. I was wearing a brand new black latex dress which he wasn’t allowed to touch, because well, I was being a bitch. I began stringing him up on the St. Andrew’s Cross for some heavy ball busting. It’s been awhile since he’s been in to see me and it didn’t take long for him to be groaning and hanging from his wrists as I kicked my shiny black boots into his dangly bits again and again.

Then I restrained him to a chair so I could be more comfortable. He is turning into quite the painslut and always complains the serious nipple clamps I use are not strong enough, so I used clamps on his nipples and cock that were only meant for home improvement projects. I improved my mood and that’s all that matters, isn’t it?

We ended as we usually do, him massaging my long legs with my favorite rose scented oil and me shoving my foot down his throat. I love that gurgling choking sound. I just laugh.

The concert was fun too.