@too-cheerful wanted an adventure
Grim didnât care if he played at home or at the club. Though he typically saved more edge play for his apartment for which he had a few partners he had spent the annoying long time to âget to knowâ so they felt comfortable enough to go home with him. Faking interest and emotions became so tiring. That being said he appreciated the bdsm club as a place to find similar people with whom he could play freely. The owner had actually asked him to do some whipping demos every once in awhile, which Grim agreed to because why not? He was getting paid to whip someone in public.Â
That was why Grim wore his dominant getup, black jeans, black shirt, and a black leather jacket. More often than not he came in simple clothes, normally a hoodie, but from time to time when he was seeking partners mostly or just felt like it he wore his more obvious getup. He was just finishing up the whipping demo with his favorite single tail whip. The man he was flogging had grunted and cried out beautifully and the red welts were nice to look at, but the sadist knew his demo partner couldnât take much more. He walked up and placed his face on his shoulder before dragging his nails over the pink welts, making the man tremble and scream. Sadly, this one couldnât take blood and was at his limit so Grim clasped his whip on his belt before releasing the manâs bonds and helping him over to the aftercare room. He then went in the main sitting area, taking a knife out of the sheath on his belt to cut the end of the cracker off his whip as he did after every play. While he worked, he wondered how long it would be before someone approached him. After a performance like that, he was expecting someone to show interest. All he had to do was wait.
