Malflic

This one reads like a script and is  the retelling of our real world conversation about The Chesty Blonde Modeling for Kink Week.   Be Sure to Check out the Audio Portion on our Podcast Exercising my Demons

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Malflic
The Chesty Blonde

Whether severely twisted, 24×7, a casual player, or pure vanilla at some point or other we all get asked to try something new…sexually. Well I like to think that happens if we’re lucky anyway. And like everyone should we all have boundaries. Ok I know a few nut jobs who haven’t found them yet but most of us follow the safe, sane, and consensual philosophy.

Now that basic fact is a given but then imagine you live with me. For years your pure and wholesome soul has become gradually jaded and less than snow white because of me.

You’ve indulged my desire to do this or that and hell on occasion your twisted little partner was right it was fun. Then I come along and ask “do you want to be a Fetish model for my upcoming kink week.”

First you pretend the moron you share your life with is not obsessing about his pet project yet again. After all about six months ago the guy had the idea to have 3 of his excessively chesty friends (two of which were actually your friends and not his) pose topless with you standing around him in semi circle holding their breasts for a I’m surrounded by boobs post.

The idea never took off, but I still have hope.

Then as a bonus a few more chest only shots to figure out which pair put up with him. In that case rolling your eyes and ignoring the request a few times worked.

So he asks again adding “I won’t be showing anything too revealing” this coming from the same man who asked in Jamaica why is there was a prude side at Hedo.

(in my defense I believe that if you are there you should either be naked or be ok with people who are)

“Just a little rope work, I can’t really show too much and not get deleted”

he adds.

If that wasn’t bad enough he immediately began testing the how much can he show and get away with boundaries. Not necessarily with the thought police but with me of course beginning with topless and working his way toward decently covered from there, seriously he has absolutely no shame.

As he would do here’s a quick list of things I don’t think I’d ever really wanted to be
A New York Yankee,
The Heavy Weight Champion of the World,,
The President of Any Country
Miss America,
or a Fetish Model.

Then came the biggest obsession; what color should the ropes be…an obsession he mired over alone, not letting me in on what he was thinking, rather he asked questions like…”do you think emerald green looks good against your skin?” “Do you think you look better in Blue or Burgundy?”

Now I was listening but it didn’t really dawn on me what he was actually intending to do until one day when standing in the middle of a store filled with unmentionables I called him for some input on whether a corset would work or did he really need me in a bustier for the pictures. In the middle of color choices and size discussions where he was more concerned with the amount of cleavage than color choice. I realized he wasn’t just including the rope as an element in the picture but planned on using it one me.

Oh sure he explained what he was thinking in the way of the pictures, all too often from the very beginning but new rope and his design and color scheme concerns didn’t show up for a month or two.

A little while later he finally found a hurried minute and showed off his latest literary addition, Hemmingway, well not exactly, More Vonnegut…Hell no he has all of them already. Proust. Actually thankfully not, instead he whips out a tome by the 2 knotty boys and asks if I want to see a rope trick.

“Certainly as long as it’s not on me” I tell him knowing damn well his twisted little mind had it already worked out. Really does the boy think I’m that easy? I should have known he was too happy when a box obviously containing a book showed up at the door.

Frankly he hadn’t been that happy since he got the 12 issues for 12 dollars offer from Playboy. The only thing better than good porn is cheap good porn.

A few days later in a nice quiet moment out comes the laptop and rather than blithering on again he actually kind off ask for my input. By now he wasn’t fretting only over the color but the diameter of the rope had entered the equation.

I’m still not convinced his indecision, wasn’t just a ploy to justify buying more and different kinds of rope.

Kink week might be fun for him and hopefully you too but this time around it was as nothing more than a reason to buy too much new rope and tie me up…not that I’m complaining.

So if your lover ever asks you honey do you want to be a fetish model? Get all the details up front. And then maybe run like hell if so inclined.