Submissive Kitten

NSFW 18+ ONLY. If you are not of age, you need to get off my page ASAP! I am a 42 year old housewife, who is also a slave, a Kitten, and Daddy's Little Girl. I pull it off well, because most people think I'm much younger than I am. Which helps me get away with my playful, eccentric nature. I enjoy several facets of this lifestyle, and have been in it for many years. I say that, but I am always learning new stuff, and training new ways. I consider myself: "Softcore BDSM" and "Hardcore Fetishes" involved in a 24/7 TPE with my husband of 4 years. My love grows more for Daddy daily, and exponentially. I am convinced the ONLY way to deeply love is in a loving D/s relationship. Vanilla is "surface love" to me, and has no meaning. Daddy and I consider our relationship a major facet of our spirituality, and the basis of our bond. It also serves a commission of our faith. I am his Kitten, "Always" "Till death do us part." HumanForSale.com -

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Strawberry moon

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

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

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

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Fun Psychology facts here!

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The Cold, Cruel Basement

 The cold, cement floor in the basement was like heaven on my slapped cheeks, and stinging body as I writhed around in the pain of subspace. He had left me down there to contemplate my station in life.  He had just had just used me.

 He had been in the basement, and called me down to look at something. As I descended down the narrow staircase into the basement, I saw he was at one of the wood pillars that hold our house up. “I need to get some measurements, come here.” He said.  I walked closer to him, and he gently positioned me so I was up against the pillar. He reached behind him, and grabbed my play collar, and 2 fur lined wrist cuffs. “Put the wrist cuffs on” he said, and then he grabbed my hair, and craned my neck so he could place my collar on. “Okay, stand up against this pillar, all the way. Good, now wrist up over your head as high as they go. Good.” And he marked two places on the wood pillar with his pencil. “Go over there, and get completely undressed.” He said, as he grabbed a drill and drilled two holes into the pillar. “But Daddy, it’s really cold down here.” I protested as I slowly complied by walking to the other side of the basement. And in a few seconds he had 2 eye hooks in the pillar. He took his focus off his handiwork, and directed it at me, still not nude, and still hesitating. He rushed over and demanded to know why I wasn’t nude yet. I explained, “But Daddy it’s really cold down here to play without a heater.”  He grabbed my hair and brought he to my knees in one forceful motion, “I didn’t ask you, I told you.” And with that he smacked my face. “Now, let’s try this one more time before I really lose my patience. I’m gonna let go of your hair, and I’m gonna help you to your feet. And then, without hesitation, you are going to undress. Is that understood?”

 Having my face slapped is my slave mode trigger. I bowed my head, and meekly managed a “Yes Sir.”

 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.”

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The Monday Attitude Adjuster

 Maybe it wasn't the wisest thing speaking to Daddy the way I did early this morning. Maybe I should have had my patch on before I approached him. But I ended up venting entirely too loud. Daddy forgave me.  Then we ran errands, and went out to breakfast. That was pretty cool. Then we got home...  It started out innocent enough. I was changing into some workout clothes, Daddy was soaking in a bath.  "Come in here." he told me.  I found him in the tub, "Yes Daddy?" "Show me your tits." he commanded.   I complied.  "Thank you Kitten." he said.   The before I went to really work out, I was doing some forward bed Yoga poses to unwrench my back before I do any strength training.   Then suddenly Daddy was behind me, as I was in a pose that tangles up your upper body so it's a easy way to pin someone down.  WHACK! Daddy paddled my ass, and taunted that he was gonna rape me.  He undid some of my pose, and told me to assume "The Kinky Pose". (That's where I have to grab his cock from behind with my face down, ass up.)  And then he forcefully finger banged me as my clothes were removed. I tried to struggle against this, but he's a lot stronger than me.  From there, I remember being formed into a ball, and fucked viciously from behind.   "After", Daddy held me, as he lightly tickle tortured me, and he laughed as I convulsed.   "I guess you didn't hear me this morning when I said you needed treatment for Hysteria." he said smugly.   I guess I didn't hear him. But now he's sound asleep. And I am bounding with happy energy. 

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

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Heaven and Hell

 Thank you Daddy for the wonderful electro-torture-spank-and-fuck-me-into-a-liquid-state.

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

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 To all the other Doms before...just know, if you hadn't been shitty to me then, I wouldn't be happy now.   So, I made this text graphic just for you. Enjoy. Maybe take a page from it, and put it in your Twue Way of the Dom book.  ;0)

#Shit Fuck Stack Dance

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Sub Drop Is Hard, Even If You Are Happy

 I'm in super s-l-o-w motion today. Was pushed over the edge last night. I was left a jerking, twitching, fuck-up mess last night. 

 After some aftercare, I was put in bed (around 8 or 9 PM, don't remember). I woke up at the asscrack of dawn, and have been in drop mode all day.

 There doesn't seem to been enough coffee in the world today. My body and brain seem somewhat disconnected today. Like I am in a "Happyland" fog. I'm not complaining. I "feel good". I'm just not accustomed to being this discombobulated for this long. I blame on the fact Daddy kept and maintained "Subspace" in me for almost 24 hours straight. 

 And he isn't "done" with me yet. He has to go to work tonight for a few hours. And when he gets home, it's right back to where we left off...me naked, kneeling and breathless.

 Hoping the "hair o' the dog" method works in these cases...else it's gonna be a 5-HTP fast dissolve for me. 

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

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  I've been kept in the state of horniness all day. Edged, made to give several blow jobs, flogged, spanked...

 Now I await to be fed, naked...and then used hard...by nightfall I will be non-corporeal.

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

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