The Gatekeeper -2-

How the hell could my family expect me to get married at 18 and have a child 9 months later? I don’t care what my mother did. That was her stupidity. Just because she wanted to live with a man with over one wife does not mean I do. I have a life to live and a world to explore. I guess I have never felt like the rest of them. All they do is walk around like a group of stepford wives who kiss the asses of all the men around them. My life is worth more than being a breeder for a family of Neanderthal men.

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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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