I’ve been shaving my kitty since I was a young adult. Besides being cooler in the hot weather, It makes for a very smooth finish, and looks prettier. I have a routine that leaves my skin feeling so smooth your tongue would slide right off it. Usually the routine warms me up so much it turns into a self-pleasuring session. First, I place a towel on my dining chair which has an armrest either side. I sit my naked butt on...
She has no shame. None whatsoever. It’s been replaced with confidence and a touch of cruelty. “Strip.” She snaps her fingers, expecting – requiring – quick obedience, never mind that the curtains are pulled back and the room is well lit leaving me feeling vulnerable. “Stand still. You’re fidgeting.” Nervous energy crackles through me as she circles me like prey. Fear wars with anticipation. Humiliation with lust as I...
My name is Marcus and I am 29-years-old. I have very short dark hair with light blue eyes and a small nose and mouth. I am quite muscular and work out a lot. My best friend is Paige, a 25-year-old girl. We have known each other for a long time and get along really well. She has blonde hair and dark eyes, covered by smart glasses. She has a pretty mouth that I have always thought would look great sucking me off. We were in...
I wait patiently by the door for you. I am wearing the special outfit that you have requested me to wear. It is a black bra and panty set that came with a matching garter belt and nylon stockings. I am also wearing the matching black Louboutin heels that you bought for me. I make sure that my feet are underneath my bottom and that my hands are clasped in my lap. My eyes are glued to the floor in front of me. I won't dare...
I was nervous like hell. We had chatted endlessly about it, and what I had felt when she had proposed a visit at my place had been astonishment at her trust in me and growing excitement. I had pictured the moment and planned all kinds of things to entertain her, but now that the time of her arrival came closer, I found myself running a trench into the carpet and sweating my hands off. My nervousness, you see, wasn’t about...
No world existed beyond the spill of cold light from the car headlamps. A midnight shroud had settled, smothering the land in a gloom where only dim glimmers and deep dark shadows existed. Storm clouds loomed menacingly in the nighttime sky, threatening a downpour that no living soul would wish to be caught in. The streetlights of civilisation seemed to provide people with a false sense of security once the sun set below...
DAY 5 The day I had feared had finally come; kitty was leaving for home and her Master. I woke before the girls again and was downstairs with My morning coffee when two sleepy-eyed submissive’s came around the corner. "Master? You wasn't in bed when we woke up!" pet said. "No, I've been up for a little while. I couldn't sleep anymore so I let you two sleep in a bit," I said. "Is everything all right?" pet asked. "Yes, I j...
DAY 4 It was a gray, rainy day when the three woke up... cool and damp. A good day for indoor games! I had gotten up before My two lazy subbies, and had already showered and was standing at the door to the bedroom wearing just My pajama bottoms. I walked up to side of the bed and looked over My two beautiful girls and smiled. It seemed a shame to have to wake them. But there was work to be done and subbies to be trained,...
I sat comfortably in the drivers seat of my old Alero and placed my tiny hand on the cold gear shift. I looked over to Blake and gave a little grin. He flashed back a smile that I would die for and said, “now you see it.....now you don't.” I giggled as I looked down at his hand; he had placed it over mine on the gear shift where it completely covered mine. I glanced to his titanium band...our matching bands. “Thank you, a...
We met on Lush, her and I, both sharing an interest in our stories and our love of the BDSM lifestyle. She was a "sub", a submissive, one who enjoys serving and submitting to another. I was a Master, a Dominant, and the one whom the submissive served. However, I was not her Master. That honor belonged to another. She called herself kitty, the name her Master gave her, but I was to find out later her real name was Alex. We...
After he left Kitty carefully removed her mask and gloves, putting them in the top drawer of her bedside chest to keep them safe. It was only as she turned that the tail swished against her thigh, so with a chuckle and a bite on her lower lip she eased it from her ass. After a quick clean it, too, joined the rest of her kitty outfit in the drawer. Her fingers went up to her collar...no...that could stay on a while longer,...
Kitty stood and looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with the reflection. He had told her he was coming to see her bearing gifts, so she wanted to look good for him. Her new baby doll nightie looked stunning on her, just long enough to cover her but still show glimpses of her little panties underneath; the soft silky material displayed her pert breasts perfectly. She had arranged her lounge as he liked it, a cushion f...
I want to taste your piss To me, it’s as sweet as a kiss I want to taste your ass Though I know that others might pass I want to taste your cum I find it more intoxicating than rum But mostly I want to be your kitty You always make me feel so pretty When I’m running naked through the house Chasing after a pink fuzzy mouse My collar tags going jingle-jangle A ball of yarn all a-tangle Around my wrists, after being used Som...
Sometimes a story just writes itself and you have to run with it. I never planned on writing Kitty Girl stories. The first one just happened, and after that, well, it just felt right to share adventure after adventure, or at least the ones that I felt comfortable sharing. So, here we are again, a few days after the Academy Awards, sitting at the kitchen counter with a half full (notice I didn’t say half empty) glass of or...
Part I: Full Fur Jacket I wore my kitty ears last night. It felt good. My Mistress, the lovely and amazing Mistress Laura, had asked me to wear them the next time I was online, so, of course, I did. The events of last night? Well, perhaps I won’t share the details, and I certainly won’t admit to peeing in a bowl before going to bed and drinking every last drop, still hungry for an orgasm, yet satisfied that I could make h...
