Slut Bed of Shame withdrawal symptoms

I just received this email from Slut A, who wrote this glowing testimonial after attending The Grand Slutathon for the first time. Read and wonder at how much he regrets not being able to attend the June festivities of the flesh – this is the effect that my slut parties have on my romping boys. You can almost see the tears running down the dainty tip of his dick. Because a month without a Slut Bed of Shame is like a garden without flowers:

 

Hi Mistress Tytania

Just wanted to say that my week is feeling empty and hollow knowing that there’s a Slutathon on this Wednesday and I can’t make it.

It’s funny how you build up your nerves to put your name down for something like the slutathon, and it takes some faith imagining others will be there with you who you don’t know.  But it’s amazing how a few days or weeks after you start to feel empty (literally!) and just wish you could go back to one of many moments that pops into your fantasies, fantasies now merged with reality.  So I just wanted to say I will be thinking of you as I sit in my meeting away from London. 

Roll on July when I hope to be able to attend again 🙂

Slut A

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