Hey, I'm a rather large cat who's submissive by nature. I'm owned by a wonderful and loving Master *who is finally on the site...*. That being said, I will not "scene" or play with you. I'm here to chatter about, read stories, chill with friends and occassionally write. To those I've met here Please, no private chat requests or whispers unless I know you. Find me in chats or through my writing. I write for my Sir. To please Him, to honor Him. I will not write stories for you.
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I agree with everything that's been said (and I'm still going to toss my two cents into the conversation).Collars (in all their many forms and styles) are wonderful as a symbol of love, devotion, trust, faith, possession, submission, domination...(there's more...but I'm sleepy and my brain is a bit fuzzy). I adore my collar, it makes me feel safe and loved. I only wear it when I'm with my Master. All the other time I wear a wrist cuff. It's cool looking and handmade--subtle and less obvious than a traditional collar. Both of these items are utterly sacred to me. That being said, I understand the feeling of a collar feeling degrading. Traditionally, we as people toss collars on dogs and cats (creatures that we view as less than us. ) Certain standard neck collars look more like a standard animal collar (some Doms/subs prefer this look), others look like pieces of jewelry, some have bells (mine doesn't but it was a close one :)), and some are simple and relatively standard within the lifestyle.Perhaps it is the fashion the collar that doesn't sit well with you, or perhaps you are not familiar with the feeling of a collar (I'm not sure it that is the case, just kind of wildly and randomly thinking). As others have suggested, talk with your Master. I've seen your Master's posts in response to what others have said and He strikes me as an open individual who genuinely wants you to be happy in your life with Him. Be honest with Him, but also be willing to try out things. Never know when something will click. Just remember, the collar (in whatever form) isn't about punishment. It's a circling of the heart and it shows your Master's devotion just as much as it shows your devotion. ....wow...sorry about the rambling meandering post. I do hope it mades sense. Cheers.
As with others...racial slurs are right on top of my list..But as for words I just don't like..."yogurt", "guesstimate", "ooze", "pus"...and especially "phlegm"
2 is nice, 3 is wonderful, 4 or more is lovely if I'm in the mood for it.
I dunno...I agree with some of them...S: CuteU: Is Very SexualB: Loves PeopleT: Very Good KisserI: Loves to Laugh and SmileG: Very OutgoingG: Very OutgoingY: Is Loved by Everyone<img src="/forum/images/emoticons/embarassed.gif" alt="Embarassed">
*climbs up on the big kitty and and curls up on top of you, purring loudly* Kitty-cuddle-pile! Hullo dear. *purr purr purr, tail swish*
*tiger-grin* Most of the time a lot more! *stretches and flexes claws lazily* It's going to be a quiet day for this kitty, which is purrrrfect. *sprawls across a pile of blankets and naps for a bit*
Her hands were clasped behind her back, fingers interlaced, and her head was down, demurely. She wore nothing but what He had given her, hand-made cuffs and matching collar, and her skin was raised ever-so-slightly at the chilly temperature of the room. She was the picture of submission, save for the slight shift of her knees as she waited, anxious. She resisted the urge to raise her eyes to...
Added 16 Apr 2012 | Category BDSM
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She was humming softly, tune tumbling in time with the powerful rush of the steaming shower, as she took her time soaping over her soft flesh. She nearly purred at the sensation—scalding water soothing stiffened muscles and the sweet scent of pomegranates calming her. Every now and again, she could hear the soft creak of floorboards as her Master moved around the house; each time, she smiled...
Added 30 Dec 2011 | Category BDSM
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The next in the series. As always, I love you, Master. She woke to insistent tapping, fingertips drumming out a nonsense rhythm on her thigh. With a grumble, she opened her eyes, blinking until her vision stopped swimming. “Was sleepin’. Was cozy . Why didja move…?” her voice rang petulant and she squirmed, trying to regain the sleepy-warm feelings of their impromptu nap. “Because,...
Added 09 Oct 2011 | Category BDSM
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Love you, Master. Glad I could help craft Your dream... He had given her a few minutes of respite, long enough for Him to draw a bath for her. She was curled up on the bed, her eyes following Him hungrily. He hadn’t released her from her space, from that warm, white place where she was utterly and completely His . She wanted His touch, His hands all over her skin, pinching and...
Added 07 Oct 2011 | Category BDSM
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I love you, Master. So so so much. Another one for you. “Up you get, My girl…” His voice was gruff—sleep-rough but stern—and His fingertips trailed ever-so-lightly across her bare skin. He smiled down at His still-sleeping girl, nestled into the downy blankets of the over-sized bed. She leaned against His touch, murmuring and whimpering at the contact, but her eyes were still closed...
Added 06 Oct 2011 | Category BDSM
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Another piece dedicated to my Master. ____________ The mirror was coated in steam and the small bathroom was dense with humidity from the scalding hot shower she had stepped out of. She had a towel snugged around her hips and another draped over her shoulders to catch the droplets of water that fell from her wet ringlets. She took a moment and took up her cuff, snugging it tight around...
Added 05 Oct 2011 | Category BDSM
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She knew better than to move, knew that if her hands wandered, she would be punished. He had ordered her to keep her hands where they were, above her head. He was not kind enough to restrain her—to keep her from moving. He wanted her to break, to disobey. His eyes told her to misbehave, that he needed to earn her submission. She whimpered as his fingers moved deeper, rougher. She wanted...
Added 04 Oct 2011 | Category BDSM
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