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Tulum

I woke up this morning 6am in Caye Caulker, Belize. I spent most of the morning laying in a hammock, taking pictures of the hostel kitten and listening to my Love + Radio episode which went live today.

I’m quite happy with it. Check it out:

https://soundcloud.com/loveandradio/thank-you-princess

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I spent the last several days in Tulum Mexico, a cute boho town with Mayan ruins and Cenotes. Mistress T and Meggerz arrived making it a group of 7 of us. It was a refreshing change from Cancun: touristy, but not overly commercial. Charming and laid back.

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Our first night we feasted at a Mexican restaurant that treated us to free tequila shots, giant somberos and napkins folded meticulously into roses. The result: 7 women simultaneously partaking in a 20 min selfie session.

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We rented bikes and rode around the town, visiting the beach and the ruins.

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Alex, Shauna and I spent the next day scuba diving in the Cenotes. It was incredible. Our first two dives were in Dos Ojos where we swam through caves and resurfaced in sections where bats dwelled and were miserable over the fact that divers were constantly shining lights at them. Afterwards we dove in El Pit. Easily one of my favorite dives of all time. A 100m cavernous pit with sun rays shining through. I felt like I was floating through space in canyon from another planet.

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Later that day I learned that one of Mistress T’s good friends, “Gaspman,” of Club Stelitto, had passed away. I didn’t know him, but watching T greive over him that night was one of the most tragically beautiful things I’ve wittnessed. She spoke uninhibitly through tears about how he lived, who he was, and how precious life is. I was at a loss of words (not that there was anything I could have said that would have made a difference.) So I just listened, soaking it in. She made me wish I knew him.

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Death has a way of making you reflect on your own life. Am I living it the way I should? Do the things I stress over really matter? Are the people I hang out with really worth my time? If I died tomorrow, would I regret anything?

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On our last day we found a small seafood food restaurant off the beaten path on the beach. They cooked freshly caught fish over an open fire. It had no sign or menu, the waiters barely spoke English. We ordered some of the best ceviche and lobster I’ve ever had. Afterward then lounged hammocks tied to trees and enjoyed each others company as the sun set.

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Sayulita and Cancun

Last week I spent some time in my favorite little surfer town in Mexico; Sayulita. I fell in love with this place last October and made it a point to come back this year.

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It all seemed more or less the same since last time I was there, with some noteable differences. The hostel that had just barely opened when I last arrived, Lush, was now booming; packed full of travelers. Lots of new faces though many the same, some relationships formed and broken, an engagement..

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This town would suck all sense of ambition out of me if I lived here. All I want to do is walk on the beach, watch sunsets, make new friends and drink tequila. It’s for the best that I only visit in short spurts. Temptations run rampant here: parties every night, bad decisions encouraged, an abundance of beautiful bodies looking for sex. It can get the best of some. I like to think I practice all things in moderation. I can’t have anything distract me from an Internet full of vulnerable men for me to prey upon, afterall.

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A large storm hit during my last day here. It would have lasted 3 days. I woke up early with my travel companion (who had much to drink and little sleep the night before) and we waited in the cold and rain for the bus to take us to the airport. We landed in Cancun that afternoon.

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Shauna Ryanne arrived a few hours after me and we stayed at another party centric hostel. While my travel companion caught up on some much needed sleep, Shauna and I walked the plaza and ate churros.

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The hostel, Orquideas, seemed really cool. Free breakfast in the morning, family style dinner at night, engaging people, plenty of hammocks, colorful murals, the sound of loud, enthusiastic fucking at 3am. Spring break! Yeah!

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Alas, we only spent one night here before meeting up with Alexandra in her big beautiful villa. The view is incredible and its probably the sort of place a financial dominatrix princess is suppose to be vacationing in, but to be honest if it weren’t for the fantastic company I’d be bored out of my mind here. Theres nothing but hotels, shopping malls, and a small strip of gaudy, over-the-top dance clubs catering to spring break. Everything is 10x as expensive. It feels more like Vegas than Mexico.(Lesson here: Alexandra is the true princess among us.)

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The three is us went scuba diving yesterday. The water was stunning. Crystal clear. We swam around a lively coral reef and explored an underwater museum. Afterward we drank margaritas, ate fresh seafood, and entertained eachother in conversation. Friday we dive again in Cozumel.

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AVN 2015

Last weekend was AVN time. Another whirlwind of fancy dinners, heavy clubbing, and interacting with sweaty porno fanboys who have no idea who I am.

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I chose not to do any shooting this year. I’ve found that my two-girl domme clips don’t sell exceptionally well and I’d rather spend that time socializing rather than burning myself out shooting. I managed to squeeze in one night of aggressive partying. After that I was spent. Drinking is tiring and I can barely do heels for an entire night (I almost never where them outside of clips.) Luckily Nate-bitch was there to rest my feet on and give massages on demand.

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As thankful as I am that kinkbomb hosts on so many generous VIP club nights, I much prefer a place where I can hear the person next to me and talk to them without shouting in their ear. By the last night I wasn’t feeling well and was in full blown introversion mode.

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I spent one day casually walking around the AEE convention. I’ve been many times before, but its always a fun spectacle. In less than an hours worth of time I met Ron Jeremy for the umpteenth time, played with a sex toy in the shape of a teddy bear, met a guy with a chin dick trying to peddle his xerox book, & watched Ashley Fires erotically choke a couple guys. All in all a great way to spend ones time.

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The highlight of AEE by far was meeting the legendary Nina Hartley. I’ve been somewhat familiar with her work for some time. Not a die hard fan or anything, but well enough that I figured I’d take a second of her time, say hi, snag a picture with her then be on my way. To my surprise, she was one of the pleasant people I’ve met in a while. She took a genuine interest in me and asked if I was in the industry. After I explained my niche place in it, she she showered me with compliments and praise and told me how fantastic she thought it was that young women can do their own thing and work for themselves. You could tell that she makes anyone she talks to feel like the coolest person on earth. A+ human being.

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On Monday we had our traditional spa day and dinner at my favorite restaurant in Vegas; Firefly. Nate-bitch bought me a proper massage and everyone finished the night off at a hookah bar.

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It can be isolating at times working in such a weird little industry when you don’t live near other people who in it. I generally don’t talk about work to outsiders, unless they ask, because it’s so unrelatable. Sure, it can be fun when people are fascinated by you and your work and it certainly makes for an interesting ice breaker, but spending time with people who actually understand it, live it, profit from it, is another thing all together. To sit at a table with smart, savvy women and share tips on how to run business more efficiently and have casual conversations about the craziest thing we’ve ever put up a guys ass without batting an eye. I rarely feel more at home.

Vegas AVN/AEE

Alright: Vegas, here we go. I suppose this is a tad over due. Last year I wrote a rather detailed day by day entry about my trip, but I don’t think that would be entirely appropriate for this year since I was shooting pretty much 75% of the time. I came home with about 50 clips, so needless to say it was highly productive.

I shared a room with Mistress T, who proved herself yet again to be a woman worth rooming with. We managed to lure a couple film slaves into being at our beck and call. One of them was a guy named Jim from Canada, a long haired sporty hippy with balls of steel. The other was the infamous Nate-bitch, a local slave who serves Monique and myself.

Besides shooting, I worked at the clips4sale booth during AEE for a few hours. I had a blast, lots of cameras flashing, autographs to be signed, not a moment to myself the whole time. I’d say the majority of guys had no idea who I was, but there were definitely some fans who approached me. One guy claimed to be a successful writer who had a lot of “advice” for me, which really just sounded like him explaining fetishes to me. He came back a second time to give me his card so I could email him if he wanted me to write it all out. Boy I love it when people try to “help.”

Another guy with a thick European accent asked me to blow up a balloon until it popped. Smeared my lipstick all over it but it was worth it to see everyone around me jump and cheer when it did.

Of course by far my all time favorite was the large jovial man who described himself in a thick german accent as “the candy man,” and then proceeded to pull out gummy bears and chocolate out of his back pack. Did I take some? Duh. Who wouldn’t?

Some pictures from AEE

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Me and Domina Snow

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Me, Sarah, and Meggerz

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Me and Ashley Fires – love this girl.

Much like last year, kinkbomb spared no expense when it came to taking out their studio producers. I even managed to weasel Nate-bitch into most of the events so he could be on his knees rubbing the aching feet of all of us girls in heels. At one point I made him lick the bottoms of my dirty feet after walking barefoot on the Las Vegas strip for about two blocks. Can you believe this guy actually spent money to goto Vegas Foot Night while he was here? Hahaha.

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Nate-bitch hard at work

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“I love being the freak of the party!” — Nate

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Always where your panties…

Neil from clips4sale took a few of us out to see the cirque de sole Beatles Love. It was quite a treat. It was my second time seeing it but just as enjoyable if not more. We also got treated to a lovely steak dinner followed by a white out-party at Body English. Wined, dined, and free access to the best night clubs in Vegas? Life could be worse.

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Neil’s smiling face peaking out in the middle there. That’s his wife to the right of him, she was freakin adorable.

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Me and Meggerz at the white out party

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Ashley Fires and Me.

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Me and Mistress T giving our most sultry look. As you can tell by her T-shirt, this woman is a total whore.

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The final (and best!) party of the weekend was at The Bank. If you look closely between me and Rene, you’ll see the kinkbomb logo.

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Kyaa, Jayne, Snow, Nyla, Rene, and myself. I wore leggings and flats that night. It was a wise move. Really, who the fuck am I trying to impress at this point?

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Nate was fortunate enough to sleep on our floor while he stayed here. Normally I wouldn’t want some loser in our room, but this freak is less obnoxious than most and plus it meant getting copious amounts of foot rubs every morning. Can you spot Mistress T in this pic?

Here’s a few shots from some of the shoots:

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Snow and I had an opportunity to use and abuse an up and coming pro-sub girl; Rexi West. This girl was so stinkin’ adorable it was almost hard to be mean to her (almost.) She’ll be moving to Portland soon so I can’t wait to pick up where we left off.

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Ah Sammie Spades. I always love a chance to work with a real hardcore porn star. I wonder if Nate has any idea how many giant cocks have been up that sweet little ass.

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Selena, always the pro. Shooting this girl is a no brainer every time I visit Vegas. Gorgeous, punctual, easy to get along with and knows her shit with it comes to crushing dudes. And how about this picture? She looks like wonder woman.

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Rene and myself, using our boot slave, Jim. How excited are all of you to see this one on film?

So there you go. Little words and a lot of eye candy. But don’t get used to it. I have an obnoxiously convoluted entry here in the works, so enjoy this while you can. You’re welcome.

Vegas AEE/AVN 2012

Wow, what a week. As many of you have been following on twitter (@cearalynch) I just got home from spending 4 nights in Vegas for AEE/AVN. This is my 6th (7th?) year in a row now attending this event and this year is definitely one to remember. It hardly seems that long ago when I was but a wee young sadist inviting Monique and Lyne to fly out with me with the intention of bringing like-minded bitches together. I had just started my website, recently met Monique, and was about to meet Lyne for the first time. I'll never forget the drama that it caused online as one attention seeking "sub" accused the three of us of working under some production company. After all, how on earth could 3 helpless, wee-brained females be doing all this one their own? And why else would they be going to a big bad porno convention? Thanks to that guy my humiliatrix career was kicked off with some great publicity and all eyes have been on us ever since.

Four years later and the amount of dommes attending this event has exploded. I never expected to see so many attending a very vanilla/mainstream event. This is thanks mostly, of course, to kinbomb for hosting several dinners, VIP tables and solidifying their relationship with some high quality studio members. This company is awesome, and if I haven't stressed this enough, I prefer my clips bought there than anywhere else.

And now, without further adieu, my ridiculous week;

Day one: I arrived at the Hard Rock early wednesday evening. Mistress T and our film slave Jay (aka @slave2vegas) were already in the room. Mistress T was taking a relaxing bath as slave Jay rubbed her feet. What an introduction, eh? This was just the beginning of this loser's eventful weekend. He rushed to the door to help me with my bags and introduce himself. We had been corresponding up until this point via email and niteflirt, arranging plans and picking out outfits for him to buy me off my wishlist. The bitch was soft spoken, nervous, but extremely polite and eager to serve. Mistress T put on some relaxing clothes as slave Jay fixed us up an adult beverage that sported a color never before seen in nature (he had bought us a bottle of hpnotiq.) We lounged and chatted casually as slave Jay continued to rub T's petite size 4 feet, discussing what we had planned for the rest of the week. We later had dinner and drinks. I had met up with a friend and spent most of the night in heels, which, believe it or not, is not common practice for me. By the end of the night my feet were aching and I was feeling generous enough to allow slave Jay to give me a surprisingly well executed and much needed foot rub. He perved out on my high arches and long toes like the foot boy he is until I grew tire of him and he was then kicked out of the room so us ladies could get some much needed rest.

Day two: The next day slave Jay was ordered to arrive at our room at 9:30 sharp with breakfast and coffee. Rene would be coming by at 10am to shoot so we wanted to be ready and well caffeinated by the time she got there. The idiot made the terrible mistake of arriving a half hour late, even after Rene had already got there. Im also the type of person who simply can't function the rest of the day without breakfast or coffee so needless to say I was extremely anxious and irritable. Thank god Mistress T dished out the punishment because if it were me, he'd be headless. When he finally arrived, Mistress T immediately told him to put down our breakfast and take of his pants and underwear. She walked him over to the bathroom, making him to show Rene his wiener on the way. Rene glanced up from her phone and yelled "EW!" as he was brought into the bathroom and forced to sit on his bare knees on the hard tile as we ate his breakfast in the next room. We left him nothing but a tiny bite which he ate on his hands and knees like a dog. His punishment continued as he was told to remain there as Rene and I kicked off our shoot with a 6 minute make out video in the next room. Needless to say, he learned his lesson. He was allowed to come out only when we were ready to use him; busting out some clips involving knee high sock sniffing, forced bi dildo sucking, and full weight face sitting. Lucky bitch.

Afterward we headed straight to the expo, where we spent most of the day promoting kinkbomb and mingling with industry people. After several hours of that, I headed back to the room to film Selena with slave Jay for team tease. We shot clips involving foot & shoe worship, cuckolding, sph, and face sitting. After I was done with Jay  I sent him off to take T out to dinner and filmed a few more solo clips with Selena. After they left she began asking me questions about Jay, she was confused, thinking at first he was T's boyfriend after hearing her talk about him licking her pussy and having the "final say" in what he's allowed to do on film. She laughed as I told her he was the real deal and all he's done so far to live the dream.

Later that night we went out to the Sugar Factory for the first kinkbomb hosted dinner. If I didnt know any better, I'd say KB was channeling the feeder/feedee fetish as the plates just kept on coming. I got to meet for the first time Domina Snow, Mistress B, & Cam Girl Kitten, and was reunited with Sarah Blake, Miss Sweet Feet, and of course Rene.

After the food everyone was handed a pink kinkbomb riding crop and we headed straight to the Gallery nightclub where we met up with Lyne and Goddess Destruction. Our VIP table was well equipped with bottle service and debauchery. Energy was high as all the girls were liquored up and filled with adrenaline, excited to finally be in one room together. Every girl's camera was flashing with various combinations of ladies wanting their pictures taken together. Slave Jay got his public worship session on as we all took advantage of the bitch willing and ready to do as he was told for the camera. He was getting a little tipsy so we made sure he drank nothing but water for the last couple hours so he'd be in good condition to get fucked over on film the next day. The night ended rather appropriately around 2:30am when T and I grabbed out bitch and headed back to our rooms and got some much needed sleep.

Day three: The next day twitter was buzzing with all pictures taken from the night before. Some girls had a much longer night that we did and while I always have a hard time sleeping in vegas, I was thankful for the time I got. As my schedule got rearranged, it freed up my afternoon to shoot with Mistress T and slave Jay. He arrived that morning with coffee and breakfast, right on time (of course.) We shot some great clips involving the ever-popular incest theme, lift and carry, and a boot worship clip I'm particularly excited about. I brought my thigh high black latex boots which I was a little hesitant to pack at first, simply because of the space they take up, but I knew it'd be well worth it. Wearing those, red bikini bottoms, a leopard corset purchased by slave Jay and my heart shape riding crop, I created a clip that will quite simply stop hearts across the nation. Be ready for it.

Later that night slave Jay had the immense honor of taking us out to the Vegas show Absinthe. It was fantastic and I highly recommend it. Very similar to Zumanity which I've seen twice now; circus acts, raunchy comedy, music and lots of audience interaction. Afterward we headed over to the Rockhouse to check out the kinkbomb hosted beer pong tournament. I chatted briefly with a blast from my past, Kimberly Kane (porno girl turned clip store owner.) until I was called up to play on a team with Rene against a couple of guys. We thankfully lost. Beer pong isn't my cup of tea and I was happy to not continue onto the next level. 

After all that we headed to Spearmint Rhino, which is pretty much the most bangin' strip club in Vegas. The ratio of strippers to johns is unreal and make no mistake about it, these ladies WORK for their money. Kinkbomb CEO grabbed 3 babes to give 3 alternate lap dances to myself, Mistress T, and Domina Snow, creating a fun show for the other half of the party who watched across from us. The night ended soon after tipsy slave Jay's luck ran up as he spoke out of turn and was immediately and harshly dismissed early for the night. Soon after T and I headed back to our room 

Day four: First thing in the morning slave Jay arrived full of remorse. We ignored him for most of the morning as we got ready to switch rooms (I was moving to Lyne's and T was moving to Jay's) When we got to the MGM, Mistress T ordered him to strip down naked, ball gagged him, and made him wait kneeling behind the bed so I wouldn't have to see his peen. She finished getting dressed in black latex pants and red corset that was simply to die for. Her hair was done up perky with curls and her make up was perfect as always. She ordered him to lie on his stomach on the bed and spread his legs as she binded his hands behind his back. Slave Jay quietly obeyed, having no idea what was in store. I got the camera ready as we discussed camera angles and timing. She had two riding crops beside him. She picked up one and inspected it carefully and then gave me the nod to start filming.

"This is your punishment for last night," she said, "No safe word." 

Mistress T told me her corporal punishment clips dont always sell the best, but she was willing to make an exception to make herself feel better. She whipped his ass with perfect timing and skill, which each slash making a distinct red line. Slave Jay squirmed and howled under his ball gag. Soon the red lines were turning purple as the pain increased exponentially. Even ass his ass began to look collaged with color, she continued to whip him calmly with just a flick of her wrist.  I turned the camera over to his face which was red, drooling, and crying. I smiled. When she was finally done we got a couple still shots of the damage and went about our day, leaving slave Jay on the bed in the same position. I had to get ready to meet with Bratty Bunny and began to collect my things. Each time I passed Jay his marks look darker, until half of his ass was literally black with bruises. I admired her work one last time before walking out the door.


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I met up with Bratty Bunny in her hotel room, which was all decked out and ready with lights. It was are first time meeting so we chatted a bit over a glass of wine and then went right into shooting, starting right off with yet another make out clip. For those of you wondering, yes, she is an amazing kisser, and quite a sport agreeing to make out with me before ever meeting me or knowing about my herpes. Afterward we filmed more clips involving masturbation instruction, feet, and even my first hypnosis clip. 

Immediately afterwards I headed over to Lyne and Goddess Destructions room. It was the first time I got to hang out with Lyne this weekend outside a loud club atmosphere, so we sat for a while exchanging stories about what we've done so far. Afterward we got ready to film, starting out with our bread and butter; feet and joi. Soon after slave Jay arrived at our door ready to film. He was more quiet than usual as he was ordered to only speak when spoken to. We filmed some clips involving heel worship, foot worship and face sitting. Then Lyne got some one on one time with him where she did some bare foot trampling. Something pretty hilarious happened in this clip that got all the girls in the room laughing hysterically. I won't give it away here, you'll just have to buy it when it comes out. (http://clips4sale.com/14404)

Sarah Blake arrived to the room with her gear, the last domme I had scheduled to shoot with. We did a couple very sadistic clips involving knives that I'm quite excited about, then a couple more involving Jay, including a candid interview clip discussing what he's done so far and what he has in store the rest of the weekend. Unfortunately my time with Sarah had to be cut short as Rene arrived to shoot with Lyne. I swear, this weekend involved more girls being passed around than a european brothel. It felt good to get the final clip filmed with Sarah knowing I was finally free for the weekend and could party all night with minimal shame. That was until I got an email offering an yet another $600 if I did a make out clip with Lyne. (Oh darn….) I gave Lyne the proposition, but she declined as the thoughts of all the places this dirty pie hole has been ran through her mind. She then offered up her slutty friend Destruction who was more than happy to oblige and I had yet again another make out partner that weekend.

 
$1200 to make out with 4 chicks. I feel like such a whore.

At long last it was time to get ready for our final night in Vegas. I wore a dress Rene graciously let me borrow since I only brought one for the trip (what kind of princess gets caught dead wearing the same dress twice?) We went out for yet another KB hosted dinner and then out went out to club Chateau, all VIP, of course. It was a blast. The club had a handful of people decked out in crazy costumes walking around the club and at one point fairy wings were being passed around. It was the perfect night to end a crazy weekend.

Day five: The next morning the three of us girls packed out things and filmed my fourth and final make out clip with Destruction. We met up with Bratty Bunny for breakfast at a restaurant where we found Mistress T and slave Jay. We all ate and discussed how much we looked forward to finally going home. I think Jay was the only one who felt otherwise. Afterward we finished packing our things and I hopped in a cab with Lyne and Destruction, who had a flight to Chicago that departed just 20 minutes after mine. We said our goodbyes as we separated by gate number and laughed about the fact the next time we see each other will be in Vegas yet again, for Lyne's bachelorette party. I came home to a loving and horny boyfriend who cooked me a delicious dinner before fucking me silly and calling it a night. Feels good to be home.

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