Inside the mind of a Kitty

Pleasure & Pain

2006-03-01T07:54:00.000-08:00

So ever since it happened the other night I've been trying to think of how to do the scene justice with words. I don't think there is anyways to explain the emotions to someone who isn't really a submissive at heart, it's overwhelming really... But that's not what you're hear for right? ;) On to the story Kitty!! Ok, ok...

I was sitting downstairs feeding my online gaming addiction when I heard Master call me from the top of the stairs, apparently he had been yelling for me for several minutes, oops! Assuring him that I hadn't ignored his calls intentionally I followed him into the bedroom, climbing into the bed and snuggling into his arms, when he wants to he can be the most wonderful man to snuggle, gentle kisses on my forehead a soft caress down my cheek and neck... We talked quietly while we laid there in the dark until he slid his fingers up into my hair , tightening his grip, not roughly but definately in control , and pushed my head down to his already hard cock. I giggled and purred and rubbed my lips over that swollen head, you know me, I'm not the kind of girl to resist an invitation like that! As I wrapped my lips around it and began bobbing my head up and down I wriggled in delight at the happy sounds my Master made and then he pushed harder, the head of his cock roughly bumping the back of my throat made me gag but I knew better than to pull back as he started lifting his hips to thrust his cock deeper. I did my best to relax pulling my mouth up and off for a gasp of air when he loosened his grip only to go back down immediately, stretching my lips around that thick shaft, whimpering in pleasure as he even took away my control of the pace grabbing my hair roughly and jerking my head up and down. My eyes fluttered open for a minute as his voice broken the silence ordering me to pull my panties down so he could hit me. I didn't argue, not that it would have done any good, I reached back yanking my panties down, never letting his cock leave my mouth, sucking on it hungrily, bobbing my head, trying to take as much as I possibly could , knowing how happy that made him. *SMACK* His hand came down hard on my ass, Master wasn't teasing tonight he wanted to hurt me, now it's never the first hit that hurts, the first one is pretty good honestly,it's when that one starts to tingle and get hot and then next one comes down that I start to jerk a little, shifting my ass, trying to get away from that punishing hand, what can I say I'm truly not a painslut but the mental anguish gets me so hot I keep coming back for more ;). AS I whimpered and moved under the loud smack of his hand on my ass he talked to me, asking me if I liked being his slut, if I loved his cock and wanted his cum...and then he said "Cry for me kitten, I want to hear you cry while you suck my cock" My whimpers and yelps got louder and he whispered, "I'm going to have to hurt you now..." and the smacks got harder until the tears started come and then I began sobbing softly never leaving his cock, always sucking and licking, stuffing my mouth full, muffling the crying, and as he continued to slowly beat my ass he began stroking my hair gently, brushing it back from my face, soothing me with a firm but soft spoken voice, telling me how much he liked to hear me cry while he fucked my mouth, softly telling me over and over to cry for him until he gripped my hair tightly and forced my mouth all the way down, bucking his hips upwards as he filled my mouth with cum holding me there loosely until I had swallowed every drop. By then I wasn't crying anymore and I snuggled into his arms as he cuddled me close, gently kissing me forehead as I fell asleep.

Yum yum yum!! It was definately something new and different for me...I always love it so much when he goes into that "dark" Master place...

*smooches*
Kitten

Stolen From a Friend

2005-12-24T23:14:00.000-08:00

A Twisted Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the domain,
Not a subbie was stirring, (they were tied down with chain)
The shackles were hung by the chimney with care,
And the St. Andrews cross stood empty and bare.

The subbies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of floggers danced in their heads;
The Dom in his leather, and I in my slave cap,
Had just settled down after getting our whacks.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I crept from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew very quickly.
Tripped over some handcuffs and cursed soft and thickly.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my sleep-crusted eyes should unfurl,
But a miniature sleigh, pulled by eight pony girls,

With a Dominant driver, so forbidding and stern,
I knew in a moment I'd a great deal to learn.
More rapid than eagles his pony girls came,
And he whipped them, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, dashslave! now, danceslave! now, pranceslave and switch!
On, subbie! on slavegirl! on, slavepet and bitch!
To the top of the porch! to the training room wall!
And I'll redden your bottoms, should one of you fall!

As terrified tears before the cat-o-nine flow,
When they meet with an obstacle, gather courage and go,
So up to the house-top the pony girls flew,
With the sleigh full of sex toys, and the Dominant too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of pony girl boots.
As I drew in my head with a sense of forbode,
In through the front door the Dominant strode.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all studded, leathered and neat.
A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked very menacing opening his pack.

His eyes, they were hard with a definite glower
His countenance cold, and I quite felt his power.
His sternly set mouth bespoke no reprieve,
For the unlucky subbie who caused him to grieve.

The goatee he sported lent a devilish air
As did the slight spatter of gray in his hair.
He had strong pectorals and a muscular torso.
That hardened and flexed and gave force to each blow.

He was lean, stern and fit, quite the Dom of my dreams,
And I wanted to serve him, so went down on my knees.
He looked down upon me, with a turn of his head,
He made my soul tremble while my heart filled with dread;

He spoke not a word, but put me to straight to work,
He watched me in silence, idly tapping his quirt.
"Heel me," he commanded, the lone words he would say,
And he stalked out the door as I rushed to obey.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team cracked the whip,
Pulled me 'cross his knee, where i hung scared and limp.
And he whispered to me, "I shall teach you a lesson.
Happy Christmas, new slave; tonight we shall session."

Spank me!!

2005-12-16T12:08:00.000-08:00

Yeah yeah I know I'm a very VERY bad kitten and I deserve a spanking...no posts in months! What can I say I'm a busy kitty there is so much sex to be had and I'm only one person sometimes the blog has to suffer for the pleasure of men and women everywhere ;). Tis the season to be horny and since I believe being naughty is MUCH more fun than being nice I've been doing my best to make it onto Santa's "Bad Girl" list, I mean who wouldn't love to get a stocking full of switches?

Now onto the good stuff, what inspired me to write today...oh it's yummy...soooo yummy. The other night Master and I crawled into bed, late as usual and I was sooooo sleeeeepy. Next thing I know I hear, "Are you too tired to give me head?". Blasphemy!! How could I EVER been too tired for that?!? I immediately rolled over and pulled that big stiff cock out of his boxers and wrapped my lips around it. I can't begin to explain toyou the sheer heaven I'm in when Master's fingers are wrapped in my hair and he's shoving his cock in and out of my mouth. Every time h makes me gag my pussy gushes, I swear! Mmm, and it only got better because he started talking to me about having a girlfriend and having me serve both of them, having me kneel at the end of the bed while he fucked her, slamming his cock into her and telling her how good she felt, turning her around so I could watch her face as he used her. He wanted to fuck her until he came in her and then have her lay back with her legs spread so I could lick his cum out of her. I'd be their fuck rag, someone to clean them up after all their fun. God I was so hot and bothered, he pushed down on my head until his cock was in my throat and I was choking, holding me there while he kept talking, and then suddnely he was cumming, shooting that hot sticky cream down my throat , loosening his hold just enough for me to get air while it filled my mouth. I layed there like a good slut, squeezing his balls until every last drop was out and then swallowing it all with a contented purr. Usually I'm a good girl and I hop out of bed to get a warm cloth to clean him up but I rolled onto my back, and immediately started to masturbate, I wanted to cum so bad!! He pinched my hard nipples roughly, squeezing them and pulling on them while I babbled on about girlfriends and pussies and not being good enough, screaming out how badly I wanted to serve him and my Mistress as my cunt exploded and that delicious feeling of contentment washed over me.

I love it when he does that...

Masturbation

2005-09-14T16:17:00.000-07:00

So last night I was at a party celebrating a friends birthday as only true sluts do, with lots and lots of orgasms! At some point we were all sitting around on the bed naked and satiated, for the moment, and we started talking about masturbation, when we started doing it and how we did it.

Now I clearly remember how fucking horney I was when I was little. I would shove just about anything into my tight little pussy!! From cucumbers and carrots to this weird little vibrating toy that came out of a game, I was constantly locking myself in my room and playing with my pussy. I had this big stuffed panther, he was about as big as I was and it was perfect for straddling and riding the cucumber, fucking it like a good little slut. I remember I had this fantasy about being used and abused by an older man, maybe a family friend, someone who seduced me and fucked me and then held me to him while he slept with his cock buried to the hilt in my young cunt. I wanted to know what it would be like, would I have orgasms in my sleep? So I brought the cucumber to bed with me one night and worked it into my tiny pussy , pulling panties on and closing my legs to hold it inside as I fell asleep. I don't know if I came, I doubt it, but I do know how deliciously full and stretched out it made me feel. Yum...I was such a dirty girl even then.

Speaking of being dirty...When I was 12 "The Diary of Laura Palmer" came out. I had been a diehard fan of Twin Peaks so of course I just had to read it. Mmm...it was such a nasty book, lots of sex, lots and lots! of sex! And it was so bad...she did such naughty things.... In it she talked about masturbating by laying beneath the stream of water from the faucet in the bathtub. It works btw, I took two baths a day for a few years, locking the door and laying down while the water rose around me, spreading my legs wide and pressing them up against the cool tile wall while the water pounded down on my clit until I lifted my hips in orgasm. Mmm, I still remember it.

Now that I'm grown I'm not nearly as creative with my methods of masturbation....I think I'll go take a bath...

I love being a phone slut

2005-09-12T13:10:00.000-07:00

I really really do!! I can even still remember the first time I ever had it. I was 17 years old a senior in high school. I used to sit up late at night on the computer, downstairs in my dad's study and type away in all the Compuserve chat rooms..that's right back in the day when there was a Compuserve! I talked to all these dirty old men who were getting off on talking to a horny young girl with a nasty imagination. I had several guys I was talking to, one of which was married, well , I'm sure they were all married, but one who actually chatted with me and his wife so there was no hiding it. They worked on me for weeks until I finally agreed to let them call me one night. It was probably 1am and I answered the phone as soon as it rang. I was sooo nervous!! I still remember being so awkward and stumbling, not sure what to say, not sure how loud I could be without my parents waking up. I sat there in my dad's chair in my oversized tshirt, leg's spread, braced on the half-opened file drawer and the arm of the chair, rubbing my little pussy while he and his wife played with each other, fucking, sucking, licking, moaning, talking about what they wanted me to do, what they wanted me to say. It went on for hours until we were all satiated and exhausted.

After that I had phone sex with several other men and the same couple but never anothe rman and his wife. It's too bad really, it was so fucking hot. Once I graduated high school and went off to college I became fully imersed in the world of phonesex and cyber sex. It's true, I was a total cybersex slut even before the phonesex. I would stay up chating at night in the college dorm lab, "fucking" all my favorites, sometimes in more than one window at a time and then pick one and run upstairs to my dorm room to have them call me. Talking dirty is so much fun, it get's me so hot and bothered. Even during physical sex I keep up a steady stream of commentary, babbling about every naughty thought I've had, every disgusting thing I want done to me and sometimes when I'm really lucky Master will shove his big fat cock in me and let me cum on it while I scream about how badly I want to watch him fuck some whore while I kneel beside his bed and watch.

...mmmm....now I wanna go call someone....

Welcome home..

2005-09-07T06:36:00.000-07:00

Mmm...I'm a firm believer that "absence makes the heart grow fonder" or if nothing else it makes the cock grow harder ;). When cocks are hard that means I have a juicy, yummy, sexy, nasty story to tell you so settle in and listen up, this is what happened when Master got home the other night.

Master had been out of town for a week. I lay sprawled out on the couch when I heard the door open. "Master Master!!", I squealed, twisting around until my head hung off the side and I was grinning up at him. My giggles stopped when I felt his strong hand wrap around my throat, closing, squeezing, making it hard to breathe. I stared up at him through half-closed eyes, feeling the blood rushing to my head and I watched as he freed his hard throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. Obediantly I opened my mouth...

Mmm...it's even better when you hear me tell it. Click the button if you want to hear how I was used and abused by my Master...

A little about me...

2005-08-08T11:47:00.000-07:00

Yes , it’s me, everyone’s favorite Kitty!! Alright, maybe not yet, but eventually you’ll realize what you’re missing out on and you’ll jump on the I-love-Kitty bandwagon ;). So many of my friends have started sending me links to their blogs on blogger that I figured I should finally ditch the livejournal and start anew. Peer pressure is a wonderful thing!

A little about me…I’m 26…well…for less than 24 hours but I’m STILL 26 at this moment! As of tomorrow I’ll be 27. Yes I know it’s not OLD..but come on guys give me a break I don’t have to be happy about it :P. I’ve never been one to care about age, I still wouldn’t except for the whole “now you’re a grown-up thing”. I was talking to a friend the other day, one who I had to come to a mutual decision with to never grow up. Unfortunately we’ve decided that being aimless and carefree somehow stops working at 27, we’re not in our early 20’s anymore, we’re not in college, we’re not supposed to be bums anymore. At 27, aimless and carefree just means you’re a loser with a job that’s going no where and no ambition to change it. She’s having a house built with her girlfriend and I have my good-girl job during the day where I play the respectable grown-up making nice money for a 26-year-old college drop-out….*sighs* ok 27. To keep me young in the evenings I’m an insatiable sex kitten and you can find me on Niteflirt, talking nasty and thinking up all sorts of wicked fantasies. The juicy stories come from my lifestyle(s). I’m a submissive, at the moment happily in a relationship with my Master. We have our ups and downs, it’s definitely a rollercoaster ride, but man is it fun! I’m also polyamrous AND a swinger, I personally don’t think the two necessarily go together and many people confuse them but that’s a discussion for another time.

Fantasy, fetishes and the day-to-day dramas are all here for you to see…enjoy!