A dream, or was it?

Damp lashes matted together, no sleep for the wicked, or is that no rest? Either or, day three of the sandman’s absence took a toll on not only the body but the mind. You see things when the body lacks a vital need to survive. “nope, I won’t allow you to come. Not tonight, not ever,” she whispered to the dark circles that formed beneath her eyes. If she sleeps, he comes and steals another piece of her flesh. It started with the bite, then a scratch deep within her core, and now, he was stealing tiny slivers of skin each time she closed her eyes. His talent to wash her brain with all the pain that darkened his door placed her in a chokehold without binds.

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Come little Kitten 1 of 4

Part 1 of 4

The first time out in public as a full-time Kitten was shocking for me. I feared the looks, names, and anger, but the envied look in other’s eyes was astonishing. It was a simple shopping trip that turned into an unbelievable sexual experience. Maybe it was the way I dressed that caught the attention of others, or it could be that a silk bow around my neck tied neatly to the side was the attraction. I’ve never been one to be shocked by the words of others, but today would be the day I slipped from my shell and into the world of fetish.

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