(mememememe!)

Three waxed sluts.
Three waxed sluts.

See how they squirm
See how they squirm.

They begged to the sadist to “Make it burn!”
She pointed and sneered to “Wait your turn!”
Us silly girls will never learn!

Three. Waxed. Sluts.

Ta Da!

*beams*

So my headless cohorts and I were reluctanly dragged, kicking and screaming under threat of great bodily harm, to our molten lava demise-

Okay okay. Fine. Not really.

In fact, as soon as “wax play” was uttered, at least one of us (No names mentioned. Squeakers!) was naked and on the floor purt near before the first match was lit. Eager beavers, I tell ya.

And speaking of beavers- pulling wax out of pubic hair is just… it just fucking hurts.

We had a most excellent weekend. Naked girls and evil men (and evil women!) milling around my house gives me the warm fuzzies. This is how life is supposed to be. Naked, well-fucked, and grinning from ear to ear.

However.

The next time that we all get together, I’m going to mount a large, blinking neon sign on the wall that reads “A Little Less Talk, A Lot More Action.”

In fact, let me lay out a proposal for group voting:

Next time, everyone who comes in the door puts on a ballgag. Yes, even you Toppy-type folk. Gag yourself (and stop whining. It’s not THAT bad!)

That way, the “talking” will be done with your hands. Or your toys, your teeth, your whips and canes and ropes and…

All in favor, say Aye! raise your hand.

Motion passed (it’s my world and in kaya’s world, I make teh rulez.)

BYOB- Bring Your Own Ballgag goes on the next invite.

Seriously, they talk too much.

And by they, I mean Master.

*snicker*

(Poke The Sadist- the kinky version of Pin the Tail on the Donkey)

Poor Alderon has been wanting to tie up some girls for weeks now.

Next time. *nods*

~cunt

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