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 -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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Pull the strings

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.

A.J. Luna