Wednesday, February 6, 2013

God made a Gay Kinkster

And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said I need someone to have fun-
So God made a gay kinkster…

God said I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, shine sirs boots, get flogged all day in the dungeon, shine sirs boots again, eat supper out of a pup bowl and then go to the leather bar and stay past midnight raising money for charity-
So God made a gay kinkster…

I need somebody with arms strong enough to flog a sub and yet gentle enough to deliver the tenderest possible aftercare; somebody to call pups, tame cantankerous slaves, come home horny, have to await sexytimes until his husband's done entertaining visiting kinksters, then tell the kinksters to be sure and come back real soon, because I mean damn-
So God made a gay kinkster…

God said I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a sub in a sleepsack, and watch him sleep, then edge the crap out of him and say maybe next year. I need somebody who can fist a bottom with both hands, straightjacket a boy two times his size, who can worship boots at a moments notice, jock sacks and harness straps, who at contest time and leather pride will finish his four play sessions by Tuesday noon and then, paining from CB restricted boners, will put in another seven sessions-
So God made a gay kinkster

God had to have somebody willing to ride the gay pride parade float at double speed to get the leather in ahead of the rain, and yet stop in midstreet and give those assholes from Westboro something to remember-
So God made a gay kinkster…

God said I need somebody strong enough to take electro to the balls and shaft, yet gentle enough to show new kinksters what it is that we do; who will stop his scene for an hour to comfort a boy when they break. It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and never, ever bareback; somebody to get tested regularly, and be tolerant of everyone's kink, even if they don't share the same interest and replenish the tray of jello shots on bar night and a hard week’s worth of play with a five hundred mile drive to the convention. Somebody who would bale a leather family together with the hard, strong bonds of kink and love; who would laugh and then sigh, and reply with smiling eyes when his sub says he want to start exploring his dominant side-
So God made a gay kinkster…

A response to that superbowl ad.

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