Source: Refinery29.com
USA – Kneeling before me, a genderless cutie in a leather dog mask begs for another round of rope tug. My stomach is still aching from laughter, but I’m ready to go again. It’s my first time at a pet play event, and after some initial nerves and learning the rules — I’m all in. In the mosh zone, dozens of folks of all shapes, colors, and states of nudity surround me. They’re growling, giggling, moving on all fours, wrestling, and teasing. It’s a pure, uninhibited joy like I’ve never experienced in my adult life. I’m cracking up and sweating as I play with my new pup friend. The freedom sends a deep calm through my nervous system, soothing a part of me I didn’t realize needed healing.
My journey into kink has been as varied as the community itself. Driven by a desire for novelty and freedom, I’ve sampled a bit of everything in the kink world. After years of taste-testing, I identify as an experimentalist, a Goddess Domme, a brat, and a vers switch. The kink community has seemingly endless labels and acronyms, and as I worked my way through these different roles, I’ve had an intriguing journey — with a few surprising bonuses.
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