Submissive Kitten

It's soooooo adorbz. This pic really doesn't do it justice.

Sir said I earned my "Princess Plug". I call it my fancy dress plug.

I swore I would take a better pic of my colorin's.

 He brought me to me feet, and walked over to the other side of the basement to gather his implement bag. And he checked my progress. I was nude and cold, and covering myself to retain heat.  “Walk to the pillar, quickly before I retrieve you myself and make you crawl there.” He growled.  I obeyed. He positioned me at the pillar again, and clipped my collar ring to the pillar from the back. “Now raise your hands” he said. I did, and he clipped my wrists to the pillar with 2 clips.  With his legs, he began kicking my legs apart, “Get those spread” he barked.  He centered himself, and placed his hand around my throat, and right as I thought I could take no more, he quickly slapped me to center me.  “Slave, did you like that?” he asked in a wicked tone. “Answer me.” He continued.  “Yes, Sir, I liked that.” I answered.  “Why do you like that, Slave?” he continued.  “Because I am a dirty girl.” I answered.  “That’s absolutely correct. You are a very dirty girl. But you know what’s more important than that? You already know, it’s the fact I own you. And you are all mine.” He nuzzled into my ear, and bit my neck. I began to get wet, and my breathing really heavy. And then he whispered into my ear, “Are you Master’s dirty girl?”  I whispered back, “Yes”  And with that he kissed me hard and grabbed his bag. “I Feel like striping you head to toe today.” He laughed as he pulled out various spanky-slappy-whip-y toys. “But first, I think you may need something in your mouth to keep you quiet, and I think your tits need the chopstick treatment” He said smiling. I begin to squirm, the idea of my nipples tied between two chopsticks while my boobs hurt this close to the time of the month made me uncomfortable. “Are you getting uneasy? Too bad, you’re at your best when taken at the edge of your limits. And you know this.” I shook my head, and said, “No!” “What? ‘No’ is not a word in your vocabulary right now, and you know that too.” And he gagged me, and whispered in my ear, “You’ll get used to the pain.”  He pulled out 4 acrylic chopsticks, and 4 rubber bands. He banded up a pair of two chopsticks each, and then in horror, I watched as he banded a pair over my left nipple. I winced in pain, and my eyes formed huge tears. But I didn’t make a whimper. Then he banded the last pair, and it hurt even worse.  He fingered my pinched nipples, tickling them. They were incredibly sensitive.  I writhed on the pillar, legs apart. I gave him a tortured look that turns him on, and fuels his sadistic fire.  And he flogged me with a small flogger, making sure to really sting my tits. “Let’s see you dance!” he said gleefully, as he beat me in time. I hopped and writhed and skipped for him. And he was amused.  Then the spoons came out. He grabbed each tit, and smacked one with a thick wooden spoon, and traded off to the other. I was nearly sobbing.  “Do you like this slave?” he asked “Yes Sir.” I labored to answer in pain, and gagged.  He continued to whip me with a switch, flogger, then a strap. My body was marked head to toe.  “Well, I think I’ve broken your will down for the final phase.” He informed me as he unhooked me.  He told me to get on my knees, and I did. He removed my gag from my mouth. And produced a bottle of water. “Drink up” he said as he fed me water from the bottle.  He undid his pants and in seconds his hard cock was in my face. His hand went around my throat, and he chocked me again. Then he said, “He wants a kiss.”  I hesitated, because my bearings were off, and I was brought back quickly with a slap to the face. “You know what I want. And I don’t have all day, slave.” He said angrily.  I opened my mouth to take in his cock, and in it went, and all the way down my throat as he grabbed my head focusing himself deeper down my throat. He pulled it out, and I nearly gagged. I took a breath, and he proceeded to face fuck me as he called me his dirty girl.  He finished himself, pulled out, and said “Swallow” as he zipped his pants back up. I did.  “Now, you are going to lay on the floor, right here, and think about this. I will come down for you later.” And with that he ascended up the stairs, shut the door, locked it, and turned the light out.  I laid my face cheeks on the floor, after I pulled off the chopsticks. The coolness felt so good against the raised marks on my face.  Daddy came back down about 20 minutes later, and helped me up the stairs. He put me in a nice bath, and washed all the grime off my face and body, very gently.  He dried me, and lotioned my body, and my welts. And snuggled me. “You know, I love my dirty girl very much. And Daddy would kill for her, right?” he asked softly I giggled, and hugged him, and snuggled deep into his arms, and smelled his chest, and said, “I know Daddy. Always.”

 # 3 Huzzahs for Consensual-Non-Consent as a mood stabilizer! 

 I've been to Heaven and Hell simultaneously. Split and fractalized into two states of being.   

#Shit Fuck Stack Dance

#BDSM...it's about messing with chemistry 

#Subspaced for almost 8 hours now waiting to go "Beyond"