Peanut,

Griffin and I have adopted. She is a baby kinkster we just both adore and have decided to take under wing. We are calling her “Peanut”. On her first visit to the Abbey she had no idea what to buy or how to tie, but she knew that she liked rope. Not exactly sure why she liked it, but boy did she like it. At her request, we tied her up and set her in a chair in a sun soaked corner and left her there. As we went about our work, we would peek in on her, stroke her hair, offer her water and make sure she was still ok. Safe and warm, we were rewarded by the biggest smile you have ever seen.

Now why on earth would two big bad tops like us do such a thing? Perhaps you might think us cradle robbers, corrupting some young unknowing girl before she gets her kink legs under her? No, quite the contrary really.

I like the term “Coming out of the dungeon” for describing the process of coming to terms with one’s kink. This really is no small matter. There are a lot of new ideas, terms, and experiences that one needs to process. Also, let’s face it some kinky people are kinda scary. All one needs to do is walk around a public dungeon on a Saturday night to get a good idea of the single male tops that are on the prowl. For a newbie, this can be enough to scare you right back into the closet, never to come out.

I remember my first trip to the WetSpot. I was FULLY unprepared for what I saw that night and it took me nearly a year to come back. I think we, as more experienced players, forget that what we do can be really scary to the casual observer.

When talking about D/S, some folks take on terms like “Sir”, or “Master” or “Daddy”. Griffin and I joke that we are her “Kinky Big Brothers”. Not looking for sex, but rather there to answer her questions, scare off the creepy self important male tops, tie her up and be there for her as she grows into the fully developed kinkster she will eventually become.