We forgotted

Sir has asked me to do a wee little post about all my diferent personalities, how each of them really do represent me in some way, and some characteristics.  However he asked me to do this weeks ago, and i have just been so busy Uni and some personal issues I haven't been able to get around to it, that plus I am sooo very forgetful, oopsies.  He has forgotten too, so its not just my fault! (Slight baby girl frustration here).

But now that I have let you all know, I need to get it out and done with.  Should be fun when I eventually get to it.

Expect to here from me soon.

Lots of love,

Your lost little Kitton. xx

Do places like this exist?

I have one question: do places like this exist?

Expansive, secretive and exclusive clubs and dungeons filled to the brim with St Andrews crosses and human furniture. Subs getting flailed, used and ejaculated on. Doms getting their rocks of and chilling with other Domly friends. Clubs like these never fail to make an appearance in modern day literature and erotica, and porn, which leaves me with the question, do these places really exist? It sounds like my Valhalla

Being a brat and getting rightly punished for it

So on my Master’s last visit, I acted out a little.  In a way I was exercising Him; I was pushing Him, to see whether he would punish me or not.  And He did.  And as I write this, I can’t help but smile.

We were in the shower, not doing anything nasty, just relaxing after a session I think.  I stayed in after He had gotten out, and as He was drying himself I started to go into baby-girl mode.  Sweet, adorable, and increasingly cheeky.  I started to splash water over the top over the shower at him.

He warned me not to, but I kept at it.  I wanted to test just how much I could get away with it.  I didn’t get away with it.  He threatened to throw my towel in with me but I ignored him.  He insisted he was serious by putting my towel on top of the shower screen but I threw it back over and splashed him a little more.

It was after this that He punished me.  He opened the screen door and threw the towel at my feet, under the water.  To be honest I was surprised.  But I was very glad that He had kept to His threat.

He stood there for a moment, watching me watch my towel soak through, then turned around and walked away.  I turned the water off and began to ring the towel out a bit so that I could hang it up.  I wasn’t quite sure what I was going to do.  He came back in a little while later and I instantly went and sat in front of where he stood.  He made me apologise, and then gave me his towel.

I dried up and then went out to where he sat and he let me curl up beside him.  All was forgiven and I discovered a new part of my Dom.

(Apparently he had been a little guilty to begin with, but his sadistic side won out ;) )

Good luck with exams and what not peeps,

Only His.

***Excuse any mistakes, wrote this when I was well exhausted***

One year anniversary and a little present from pet.

Started writing this a few months ago but never got around to finishing and publishing!!

Just to catch everyone up on recent events, I have now moved out of home and am living three hours away from family, friends and my Master.  Which means that he and I don't get to play as often as we used to, but our visit are much more full-on, making up for lost time.

So recently, my Master and I celebrated our one year anniversary as a couple. He and a few of our friends came to visit.  He came up a few days before them for some playtime and i decided it would be more appropriate to give him his present then then when everyone was around.  And besides, this gave us time to play with it.

We got home and had passionate sex as you could expect then I fetched our new toy, a gorgeous black riding crop, from an actual horse supply store.

He loved it and so did i, and we excitedly tried it out.  Boy was it great!

The bite was incredible, the heat was only just bearable, and the sting ache that remained long after contact?  Beautiful. 

Oh and the welts that it leaves are absolutely remarkable.  Gorgeous red raised welts that stay for days.  I love the reminder I get whenever I sit, or brush my hand over them, or see them.

He loves the way my body tenses before he brings it down on my arse or my back.  He loves the way I react, how I jump, how I flinch when I move, how my back arcs. 

I hate the anticipation, but in a strange way, it also makes me smile.  

I love hearing it whistle back through the air towards my soft ass, waiting patiently for the strike.  I love the sting.  I love that when I cant take any more, and I crawl away, or pull my legs up into the fetal position, the welts stretch and burn even worse.

I love that if I chicken out or if it gets too much for me, that He puts his arms around me.  He sets the crop aside and He comforts me.  He knows me, He knows my limits and my pain threshold.  And He loves me.

***Sorry that I haven’t been updating lately, everything has just been a little bit hectic.  Exams are coming up, but after that,  im a free woman (in one sense at least).  Hoping to post something soon about being a brat of a babygirl to Daddy***

Ta guys, stay safe.

His, always.

Rape Fantasy

Sorry this has taken so long, friends :(.  I’ve have been busy being desperately in love with my man, work and organising moving out (Eeek).  I completely understand if you are disappointed with me.

Soooo, Rape Fantasy, where to start?  Maybe I’ll start with how my Master and I came to try it.  A while ago, at least two months ago, we were looking through role-playing scenarios on the web, just for thrills and ideas.  We saw the usual cop, interrogation, doctor and naughty French maid stuff, but also came across a rape scenario.  This caught both our interests; I guess you could say we are slightly sadistic (just a smidge).

Anyway, we spoke about it briefly, along with some other ideas, but soon forgot about it.  It came up in conversation a couple of days ago and we made the leap and promised to do it the next day.  That night we discussed when and how it would begin: i.e. would he jump me as soon as I walked in the door or would we chill for a little while?  And of course we have our safe words in place in case anything got to full on.

Anyhow it played out like this:  I got to his house slightly apprehensive.  He let me in and followed me up the stairs.  Then we got into bed and had cuddles.  My mind was spinning, when was he going to get me, hold me down and assault me as I wanted him too?!

Anyhow, later when we were in the kitchen, I knew the time must be getting close.  I heard a slight metallic sound from behind his back, and I did my best not to smile.  He came behind me, lovingly enough, before flicking open a knife and holding it to my throat.  He then pushed me down the hallway to his room, all the while I was clutching his shirt as I desperately tried not to trip over backwards.

When we got to his room, I was pushed backwards onto the bed, and playing the part, I shuffled myself to the back as he followed me.  He pulled out my blindfold and put it on me.  Now, because I was meant to keep up the act of victim, this was hard; the amount of tossing and fighting I was doing destroyed the purpose a lil.  But apart from this it all went pretty good.

Anyhow, my arms were pinned to my side, my head knocking against the wall (don’t fret about the noise, we made sure no one else would be home ;) ) and his body on mine made sure I had nowhere to go.  Holy crap it was great guys!! Until there was a knock at the door…  The plumber had arrived, 3-4 hours late, when we thought he wouldn’t come anymore.

This time out break was good though, not quite a blessing, but okay.  We had a chance to talk things over.  We both agreed the blindfold could go.  I asked if he was enjoying it (yes) and whether I was I struggling too much?  Apparently I wasn’t struggling enough ;).

When play resumed, the struggles, the slaps, the words and the arm across neck got so much more intense; if before was amazing, this was out of this world ;).  He would tightly grip my hair and growl into my ear that I was a slut, I was enjoying his cock, that all the boys must have had a go of my sweet pussy.  In return I would whimper, beg him to stop, moans of ‘agony’ were muffled by his hand.

Somehow, in the midst of all this, I ended up on my stomach; a position in which it is very difficult to struggle or to even move in.  The move that really blew my mind was when my ‘attacker’ moved down to my ear and said, “You know what’s going to happen now, Slut?  I’m going to come.  I’m going to come deep deep inside of you”!  Cue frantic struggling and desperate begging.

Anyhow, I don’t know what more to say but if you think you may have even the slightest inclination to try this, fricken’ go for it.  Just make sure you have your safe words down pat and both parties are into it, otherwise shit’s going to end badly.  With my man and I, I didn’t struggle as much as I could have if I was really wanting to get out of there, I knew that if I wanted to stop I would be able to get his hand away from my mouth long enough to say “Red”. 

So maybe this is a better activity for those who are in a serious relationship and have been having a sexual relationship for a long time and trust each other completely; not just to stop if need be, but to not use the ‘play’ against you in the future if the relationship turns sour.  If you are doing this with someone you haven’t been with for a while or you don’t trust entirely, check for cameras, or record that you both want this and that it I just play.

Also an extra warning that this is a super doper workout.  By the time we were done, we were both drenched in sweat and so were the sheets.  Many calories were burnt that day; and you don’t even notice because you enjoy it too much.  It was all a game, cat and mouse.

Anyhow, enjoy my little freaks ;)   (again sorry for the delay and radio silence!)

His lil toy ;) xx