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The world can consume so much of us, of the people we are when the door isn't closed. That is why I steal a day from each week where none exist but kitten and Keeper. The only demands placed upon you during these days are My own. A relaxing morning to begin with. You bring our coffee, but you know you must first sit at My feet and have a proper kitten's breakfast of warm cream. The first of several servings throughout the day.

Something as innocent as a walk in the park sometimes becomes more. It was dark the first time I pushed you back on the bench and told you to expose yourself. This time, the sun still hangs in the sky. The next? You'll leave your seat slick and smelling of freshly finger-fucked kitten. In larger and more dire ways, I always demand you please Me by shedding your modesty in public. You want to be My good girl, don't you?

"...I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding." - Anaïs Nin

You sit at My knees with your lips slightly parted, slathered in the warmth of My seed. Your dark eyes look up at Me, beautiful and expectant, waiting for My next words. You dare not lick any of it away, not without permission. I run My thumb across your chin, along your lower lip, I dab at each corner of your mouth. Between every stroke I let you clean Me. The rest I make you wear through the night.

My hand around your throat, this feels so natural and right for both of us. It is the feeling your collar is meant to ease the absence of, the symbol of My claim over you. Sometimes I pin you like this while I am taking you. Sometimes I am simply letting you bask in being so dominantly held. There is no doubt that I crave these moments as much as you do. You are my good kitten, after all. You please Me..

Just the right look from you, a needful thought from Me, or maybe I merely feel the need to reinforce that you are Mine to take at My whim. This isn't even our kitchen. "There are people in the other room..", you clutch at Me and whisper. "Then you will have to beg to cum quietly..", I impart. Your lessons are ever ongoing, your classrooms myriad.

I am My own Master. I am in control. Physically, mentally, spiritually. The unwanted may tread in My domain without My consent, but never for long if at all. I am wise enough to know perfection is unattainable. I am determined enough to reach for it nonetheless. My actions are my own, without excuse, and the consequences of them are Mine as well. I make mistakes, but I reap them for their secrets to success. When I lead, I am followed. I am My own Master.

Is there a more versatile tool than your cage? Sometimes, it is a place I will put you when you need to think about what you have done, when your punishment is to be apart from Me, while I decide how you will make amends. Sometimes though.. the world is too much and you simply need a quiet place to feel safe for a time. That is when I sit next to you and read. Of course, sometimes you just need to be put on display.. you know how proud I am of you.

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