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

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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Come little kitten -5-

Was I sorrowful for my actions? How could I be when I did what Master told me to do? I spent thirty minutes in heaven with Mistress Raven, and though it will cost me my ass tonight, I loved every minute of it. Bent over the desk, my ass high in the air, I’ve learned to use my sense of hearing more than my sight. It’s one of the things your body adapts to when you are often the recipient of a blindfold. Tonight, the only thing that restricted my view was the wall in front of me.

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Kitten Training ~ Bath time

In the privacy of my room, I watched the mirror for any signs of life. My mouth’s still stained with residue from earlier in the day. I could still taste that girl on my lips. Sweet with a hint of copper, she had a delicious flavor. I never noticed the creak of the door but did feel the presence of another in the room. It was the shared air that got my attention right away. I knew it was not Master who had joined me. His scent was one that intoxicated me the moment I was in his presence. My visitor was female and smelled of fuck.

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Kitten training – 2

“Show me!”

I shook my head from side to side. My lips refused to say the word I knew he hated. That word, he warned me when I met him that I would have three chances to use it, so do it wisely. What he neglected to tell me was what would happen when I reached the third level. Would I be banished from his home? Or worse, would he find it within himself to finally destroy my flawless body?

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