Gatekeeper – Prologue

Pulling into the old plantation home’s circular drive in Louisiana, Donavan Davis called this home for three years. It was a drastic change from his family’s home in Kansas. No snow cover mountains, no smell of a winter storm brewing. Instead, the scent of spice in the air and the sound of jazz would comfort him to sleep. At 49 years old, he no longer needed the shroud of his family to protect him. He had built a solid foundation of his own.

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Kitten Stories -21-

I sat on my knees for what seemed an eternity. Covered in the man’s cum who owned me, my eyes sealed shut from the direct hit to the face. A quick lick over my lips to once again savor the flavor. I’ve learned to love the taste and crave it more than any other meal. Thankfully, each morning when I wake, Master makes sure my little kitten bowl is filled with a mixture of milk and semen. I remember the first time I tasted the mixture. I am not a fan of warm milk, so the moment my tongue rimmed the bowl; I retched with disgust. That was the last time I acted displeased with the gift from the Master. Not being fed for a week had me begging for nourishment. 

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Pillowed Pet

I remember when he called me Kitten. His protective hand stroking down my spine. His touch was what I crave for more than the milk he places in the bowl. A treat for his pet, he leaves me purring and content. Set on a pillow in the corner, I watch as he brings in the newest toy to train. His hand leaves marks upon her flesh. I miss when his dissatisfaction was mine to wear with pride. Each whimper from her slowly becoming a purr, I know soon there will be another collar bought for his newest pet.

A.J. Luna

Wearing his collar

With the delicate pearls placed around my neck, I shiver when the ivory beads touch my sensitive flesh. I’ve waited for what seems like a lifetime to become the property of my Master, and tonight, I am. I’ve never before been comfortable around a crowd of people, but today, I stand tall in these heels—a hand on the middle of my back, his strong hand brushing over my tiny waist. Can he feel the small bumps rising on my skin? Even a blind man who only reads braille would know that I am more excited than ever before. 

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Kitten stories – Collars

We arrived in New York for the weekend, a business trip Master calls it. Is it horrible that I don’t know what his business is, other than as long as I live in his house, I want for nothing? I know he is a very wealthy man, but my eyes see him with rose-colored glasses, and he could be a pauper for all I care. Dedication is not about fattening the wallet or even status. It’s about fully placing your life in another person’s hands. All of my life, I wondered why I feel so different, and Master is the man who explained that to me with words as well as actions. A submissive is not any less of a person than her Dominate. She is stronger than most. The ability to place herself and her happiness in the hands of another is one of the strongest things humans can do. 

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Come little Kitten – 8 –

As the rays of light beamed through the bedroom window, the entire house reeked of silence. I laid in the bed, still too sore to move, but even the staff seemed to be off or walking on eggshells through the massive estate. Odd, very odd, but this entire week was not typical. In my heart, she wanted to run and ask Master all about the party the night before, but I knew better. He would go into great detail about what he did when he returned home. I heard enough through the walls that I didn’t need a detailed play-by-play description of what went on with the pet of his. I already hate her enough.

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Come little kitten -7-

I have disappointed the only man I could ever truly love, and the damn that held back the tears fell the moment he left the room. Alone in his office, the room still smelled like sex even after his departure. Another memory of his presence now soaked the floor beneath my ass, and if it stained the fine-grained wood, his wrath would forever be my sorrow.

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