Who is The Perverted Imp? I am a 30-something woman with a degree in creative writing. Except for a three year stint out west, I’m a MidWestern girl. During college, I traveled to Ireland, England and Australia, as well as Continue reading Perverted Imp FAQ
I went looking one day, for how to clean something, and I noticed that I couldn’t find a single site with information on all the different types of kinky clothing that I have. So, I decided to put one together Continue reading Care of Kinky Clothing
To start the New Year, I am going to attempt the meme: 30 Days of Kink. This is Day One, that I wrote as a guest post for Insatiable Desire. Dom, sub, switch? What parts of BDSM interest you? Give Continue reading Day One – Define Your Kinky Self
We are putting together a series of rope classes. I am very excited to be ordering another set of hemp ropes very soon. Just trying to find the right vendor. For the first class, the question all the presenters are Continue reading Why Rope?
“Do you want to go a round?” “Yes.” He had the jute in his hand and on his belt. He let me smell it, natural smell – not hemp, but not synthetic or horses, either. Holding it, he looked me Continue reading Jute, Nipple Clamps & Tears
Last night was an wonderful scene. It started out as teaching a new person about how we flog. He dragged me up from kneeling by the hair and asked if this piece of meat would do. She agreed and I Continue reading Joy in Pain
A short post today. It’s been a busy week and I have more things still to do. What turns me on? I’ve posted about my fantasies. I’ve posted about my kinks. But what really turns me on? The simple things. Continue reading Turn Ons
Wish list of things I’m not getting for Christmas, but some day… I always love some day… it’s going to be such a great day… Black Leather Straitjacket Heavy Canvas – Suspension-worthy Straitjacket 200′ of Hemp that smells like Hemp Continue reading All I Want For Christmas
She knelt on the bearskin rug on the hearth, hands on her thighs, hair falling down around her lowered face. The fire crackled and popped, casting an orange glow over her pale skin. He stood with his hand on the Continue reading Journey to Submission, Part 1
—– Bullet —– She felt his hand in her pocket, turning up he dial as she lined up her next shot. Her breath quickened as the little bullet sprang to life in her panties. She barely noticed that her shot Continue reading Erotic Shorts