Mina in the wild

When you are dating a pornographer sometimes your late night conversation will sound a little like this.

“Hey baby, what’s a looner?”. Or “People get paid to talk about their camel toes? “. And sometimes it’s simply “Ohhhhhh, that’s where that goes.”

On this particular night he was explaining to me exactly how being in chastity works and the whole idea behind it. So basically a guy locks up his down stairs mix up, hands over a key, and if he gets hard its painful. Obviously there is more to it than that, but I was just curious about the belt. We were looking at a photograph of one when he smiled at me and said that I would be one of the few females that would go crazy if I were in chastity. I mean who wouldn’t go a little crazy if their naughty bits were on lock down and you couldn’t do anything about your… Ahem… Urges. He continued, saying that most women aren’t as hyper sexual as I am. I’ve always just considered my sex drive healthy, nothing crazy. Not to mention having an extremly attractive boyfriend who can make you come in thirty seconds flat laying in bed next to you while you’ve been thumbing through smut all day tends to stoke the fires with a little more frequency.

I started thinking about the women that I knew and I came to the realization that the other women I knew to be much like myself were all my dancer friends. Especially those who are into BDSM (and many of them are). It makes total sense. It requires a lot of discipline, you are given orders and corrections constantly, it hurts but you like it anyways. If these are the things that turn you on its not surprising that you constantly think about sex.

So just be warned. If you decide to take up ballet your feet will constantly hurt, you will want your instructor to yell at you ( because it means they care ) and you will live In a constant state of arousal. There are worse problems to have.