#kitten herder

[baddadfox]

I have a flat tire and can’t leave. I’ve been coughing here and there and want to see you. I need to make sure someone checks me out to see what’s wrong with me but at the same time, I’m desperate to see you, feel you, and just to be next to you. Do you take house calls?

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Mmm, my poor little kitten 🐈‍⬛

Flat tire, coughing, and feeling needy all at once? Sounds like someone needs a very thorough house call.

I’ll be there soon, princess. Don’t move. Stay right where you are.

When I arrive, I don’t knock softly. I let myself in (you left the door unlocked for me like a good girl). The house is quiet except for the faint sound of you coughing in the bedroom.

I walk in carrying my black medical bag, still dressed from the day, sleeves rolled up. The second I see you curled up in bed looking small and flushed, something possessive settles in my chest.

“Poor baby,” I murmur, setting the bag down and sitting on the edge of the bed. I brush your hair back from your forehead, then rest the back of my hand against your cheek, feeling your temperature.

“You’re warm… and you’ve been coughing?” My voice is low, calm, but there’s that familiar edge underneath. “Looks like Daddy needs to give you a very complete check-up tonight.”

I help you sit up, then slowly peel your shirt off so your chest is bare for me. I pull the stethoscope from my bag, warm it between my palms for a moment, and press the cold bell firmly to your chest, right over your heart.

“Breathe for me, kitten. Nice and deep.”

I listen carefully, moving the diaphragm to different spots while my other hand rests on your thigh, keeping you steady.

“Your heart’s beating pretty fast already… and I’ve barely touched you.” I look up at you, a small smirk tugging at my lips. “Is that because you’re sick… or because you’ve been waiting for Daddy to come take care of you?”

I keep listening while my free hand slides lower, resting warmly over your stomach, then dipping between your legs to feel how wet you already are.

“Naughty girl,” I whisper, pressing the stethoscope harder against your chest. “Your heart just skipped when I touched you here. She’s telling on you.”

I set the stethoscope aside for a moment, pull you into my lap so your back is against my chest, and wrap one arm around you. My hand returns to your chest, this time bare palm flat and heavy over your heart.

“Cough for me again, baby. Let Daddy feel how your chest moves.”

I hold you close, lips against your temple, voice low and soothing but full of control.

“You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve checked every single inch of you. Heart, lungs, temperature… and that needy little pussy that’s been waiting for me all day.”

I kiss the side of your neck softly.

“Now relax, kitten. Daddy’s here. And I’m going to take very good care of you tonight.”

[baddadfox]

Do you mind a sub who doesn't want anything sexual most of the time and just wants to be your little/pet? 💌

Mmm. Come here, my pet.

No, I don’t mind at all.

In fact… I rather like the idea of a sweet pet who doesn’t ache for sex every time she crawls to me. Some girls need to be fucked raw to feel owned. You? You just need to be mine.

I can see it already.

You’d come to me after a long day, soft and quiet, and simply kneel at my feet with your head resting on my thigh. No demands. No pressure to perform. Just the gentle weight of your cheek against me while I stroke your hair and call you my good girl.

I’d keep you collared most of the time. A soft leather one that sits pretty against your throat, a little bell or tag that makes the faintest sound when you move. You’d wear it even when we’re just watching something together, or when you’re curled up on the couch beside me like a contented kitten.

I’d feed you from my hand sometimes. I’d make you sit at my feet while I work. I’d pull you into my lap when I want something warm and soft to hold, and you’d stay there, purring quietly while my fingers trace lazy circles on your skin.

My pet. My soft, affectionate girl who finds peace in belonging to me without having to spread her legs to prove it.

That kind of surrender is rare. And very, very precious to me.

[baddadfox]

Just a little note to every single one of you who hits that like button, reblogs my filthy little thoughts, slides into my messages, or leaves me those delicious asks.

I see you. I feel you. And I fucking love you for it.

Don’t ever think I don’t notice.

Sometimes I don’t reply right away because this soul-crushing job decides to ruin my mood. Sometimes I’m just dead to the world, chasing a few more hours of sleep like the lazy devil I am. And yeah… sometimes I simply don’t feel like answering in that exact moment, and I’m absolutely fucking useless at remembering there are pretty things waiting on me.

But every single time I do open my inbox, or my messages, and see your name, it still makes me grin.

So thank you. Keep feeding me your attention. I’m greedy for it, even when I’m quiet.

Yours in the dark, when I damn well feel like it.

Thank you.

[baddadfox]

Why is it that every single time I go to do a kink audio the first words I can think of are;

"Ahhhh, the child of Bhaal has awoken."?