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.Continue reading “Kitten stories – Collars”
“Sir, wait before you leave. Your mother called and left you a message,” the receptionist uttered. Still, in a state of shock over the last applicant, she held out her hand with the note. Her fingers were trembling from the contents and the bomb that was about to drop on her boss.Continue reading “Phone Sex Escape -14-“
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.Continue reading “Come little kitten -7-“
Disclaimer: This was my November Novella and at one time I was going to submit it for a book, but honestly, it’s too much work self publishing. One day a week I will post another chapter of the story of Johnathan and Haven. Enclosed is graphic sex, violence, sexual abuse, and domination. Enjoy.Continue reading “Phone Sex Escape”
Can you fall in love with the pain? Will the hands of another be the only love you’ve ever known? When you feel the first strike on your flesh, you will see the addiction has consumed what’s left of your soul. Yes!Continue reading “In the beginning”
He drove the last of his words straight through her heart, never wavering on the depth of her pain. Not stopping until the stream of life ceased to flow, and the only thing left was his ability to bring her to life. Each night before the show, he tangled the doll’s lines that he kept in the corner of his soul. None the wiser that when he pulled strings and made the rags dance in the wind, their claps were not for the life of the soul trapped inside of the marionette, but for the puppeteer that brought her to life.
The house was dim, but in the corner, he sat. Master or that is what I call him. I am sure he has a name, but I do not deserve to use it in his presence. That was the first thing when he brought me into his home to live. I made the mistake of speaking without approval, and for a week straight, I felt the wrath of a disgusted man.Continue reading “Kitten Training ~ The gift”
Master decided that friends of his would spend some time tonight doing a little kitten training. When I think of that, the first thing that comes to mind is the tv show My Cat From Hell. I can only imagine what would happen if the host stopped by for some obedience training. I didn’t let Master know that I giggled over this. His humor is more black and white, well, with me, at least.Continue reading “Kitten borrowed for the night”