A Day in the Life of Mistress Amy

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A Day in the Life of Mistress AmyThis was one of the wildest days of my entire life, in which I (for the very first time, but NOT the last) drank my own piss in PUBLIC (along with My Slut Boi of course), stopped a massive fight at a NJ Devils hockey game (using my special dominant powers,) and trampled through an awesome NYC haunted house “Blood Manor” with My Slut Boi proudly wearing my cum-stained panties.My Slut Boi and I have shared an awesome day of kinky BDSM and vanilla fun, and I FINALLY got around to writing about it. We arranged our hectic schedules to accommodate one hell of an adventure. We planned a designated day (Oct. 29th) of play, dining, a hockey game, and a haunted house.We started our day with a fun session of cupcakes and body worship, strap-on, and the usual BDSM shit…. After a couple of hours of intense play, we had dinner at our favorite Portuguese restaurant in the IronBound section of Newark. I ate like 3 plates of seafood and My Slut Boi was sitting across wearing my panties under his clothes. We talked so much at dinner and didn’t realize the hockey game had started. I shoved the remaining cupcakes down my throat and we jumped in my SUV and headed to the game. My Slut Boi had excellent club seat tickets in which we were center ice, directly behind the player’s bench. This was my first time at a hockey game and I was amazed at the v******e of this sport…I LOVED IT. I saw at least 3 aggressive fights that really turned me on. One of the Devils players attacked a Maple Leafs player punching him…. knocking out his stitches from a previous fight. The wounded player came over to the bench for bandages and I got to see his ripped stitches, as he was bleeding like a slaughtered pig. The loud-speaker music during the game added to the intense ambiance. Wild music was being played such as Pantera, Motley Crue, and Metallica’s “Seek and Destroy.” I was totally impressed with this violent sport, so I decided to prepare a fresh glass of my warm champagne to add some kink to entertainment. I sent My Slut Boi out to bring back a Devil’s souvenir glass. He obeyed my command… I took the glass to the bathroom and filled it with my warm nectars. I brought alanya escort back a fresh glass of piss to quench the thirst of My Slut Boi. He immediately knew what it was and began to drink. He seemed so happy drinking my piss from the souvenir glass, bragging about the taste and scent. I was having a lot of fun at the moment, so I decided to push a limit for MYSELF. I grabbed the glass of my warm piss and took a drink for my first time ever. I initially thought I was going be disgusted by the flavor and spit it back out in the glass. HOWEVER, after the initial shock, I actually enjoyed my piss and swallowed. It was so warm and inviting going ?down my throat, slightly bitter with a sweet and welcomed after-taste. Impressed with my own flavors, I drank a bit more and eventually swallowed half a glass. My Slut Boi was stunned…I was psyched to finally experience and taste the aromatic gifts that I had been feeding my slaves for years. I had this great and unusual after-taste lingering in my mouth. It was better than any beer I had sampled at the game. Indulging in my own natural juices, I felt powerful and dirty at the same time, quite an interesting combination of emotions…. My Slut Boi claims my face was glowing and I was smiling contently. Mentally, I was unaware of my reactions as I was still recovering from something I NEVER dreamt I would even attempt.We left about a quarter glass of piss to finish drinking later in the game. Meanwhile, we set the glass of piss down next to a married couple that was seated beside us. My Slut Boi was feeling brave and up for some public humiliation. I demanded that My Slut Boi announce to this very vanilla and conservative married couple that he was drinking piss in his glass instead of beer. When My Slut Boi publicly announced he was drinking my piss in his glass, the husband of this conservatively-dressed couple actually picked up the glass in disbelief and sniffed it. He then exclaimed “Oh, my! That really is urine he is drinking.” He showed the glass to his wife and explained that if it were really beer, it would have carbonation bubbles. When his wife realized it was piss, she looked horrified, so I wanted escort alanya to take this moment of shock to a whole new level. I grabbed the glass and took a few sips of my piss, and passed it to My Slut Boi, who eagerly finished it off. This vanilla married couple became very quiet with shock and disbelief. The look on their faces as I drank my piss was PRICELESS. I finally let them off the hook with their discomforting embarrassments by leading My Slut Boi over to a corner in which we both laughed uncontrollably for several minutes. I almost pissed again, I laughed so fucking hard.As we were exiting game, a massive brawl broke out and some Canadian guy actually tried to drag My Slut Boi into the fight when he attempted to help break it up. I was totally pissed off when some random “loser” actually threatened My Slut Boi. I did not want to see any cops involved or watch someone get beaten by My Slut Boi, so I tried my own methods of calming down aggressive men and breaking up a fight. I immediately ripped open my jacket, flashed my tits, and loudly announced “This fight is OVER.” All participants looked shocked and all arguments were soon silenced. One of the aggressive guys spoke up and said, “Yeah, listen to the girl, break it up and go home.” Other guys were like “Damn, nice rack,” and lost focus of the initial point of fighting. My Slut Boi was shocked too, because that is not a gesture he would have expected from me in public, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I totally enjoyed using dominant power and feminine control to end that fight.?After the game, we ventured back into NYC and started our next round of debauchery. My Slut Boi and I had planned a trip to Blood Manor, NYC’s best haunted house. We were like stupid little k**s running through the haunted house (My Slut Boi in my panties of course.) The best room was the 3-Dimensional demon room, where we were all handed a pair of 3-D glasses. I felt like I was back in Disney’s Magic Kingdom, with a wicked twist… I wasn’t really scared of all the haunted people, but My Slut Boi was holding onto me for dear life ? This haunted house turned out to be one of the best I had ever visited alanya escort bayan (aside from one I attended back in college that was a giant maze in a corn field with a “c***dren of the Corn” theme.) I was totally happy to share such a “scare” with one of my favorite sluts ever. Oct. 29th was probably the most action packed day/night that I ever shared with a slut, and I couldn’t have spent my time better…So here are the mundane and sentimental details of our D/s relationship which has been consistent bi-weekly or more for 7 months now. My Slut Boi is very loyal and travels religiously every other week from his home in NYC for extended sessions at our favorite play location in NJ. Our sessions are a bit different than most. More talking and laughing than play. My Slut Boi talks excessively more than any other slave I have EVER had. Sometimes I just shut him up by gagging and mounting him even though I mostly enjoy his subject matter. His intense “stories” never bore me. My Slut Boi has a diverse and interesting background; he has experienced success in various aspects of his life and is very generous within his D/s relationship.My Slut Boi has accused me of being a bit cold and cruel at times when I briefly respond with “thanks, bitch” or “slut” to his mushy, sentimental 2 page emails. I figured this lengthy review of My Slut Boi should get me off the hook for at least a few months. My Slut Boi is one of my more thoughtful and sentimental sluts. He shows up with the most unexpected gifts. Unbeknownst to me, he had been conducting some research on my postings on MaxFisch and read a very old post in which I recommended for Domina M’s birthday vanilla cupcakes from Cupcake Café N
YC. On our second session, My Slut Boi brought 6 of my very favorite cupcakes to the session without me ever demanding them. When I opened the wrapped gift box to find my CC cupcakes, I just about came in my pants.I happily gobbled ALL 6 within the first 2 hours of our session, almost biting his fingers off as he attempted to feed me. Ever since then, he has been bringing me all sorts of gifts from his extensive travels. He has created a SPOILED ROTTEN DOMME.Will My Slut Boi be my slut forever? Who knows? BDSM relationships cum and go…I don’t like to put such expectations on life. But I do know that he is my bitch for now and I am certainly enjoying the moment. Taking one day at a time and making the most fun out of it….

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