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IC Name: kitty_kat Joined: 6 Mar 2003 Last visit: 37 minutes ago Sex/gender: Female Location: Manchester, UK Age: 43

Who am I?

My profile used to say:

One very generous, user friendly (not your standard size 12) brunette (it says so on the box), busty, bratty, bubbly, fun, flirtatious, intelligent bisexual female

This is still true in some respects but I have discovered I am so much more.

I am a Sensualist, I am a sexual submissive, I am a bottom, I am a loyal friend, I am a voyeur, I am an exhibitionist, I am High Maintenance and I am emotionally dysfunctional and yet, still, the sum of these parts is not the total of who I am.

I have a variety of interests, I am an F1 freak, ask me anything about this subject and I probably know the answer (oh the shame!). Movies are another passion and reading, a wide variety of genre's, is something I do on a daily basis to keep me sane or at least sane-ish!

Who am I? Find out.. Watch me, hear me, taste me, touch me, smell me. Engage with me.

Am I looking?

Yes. No. Maybe.

Am I confused? No, You just have to be someone of value. You need to spark my imagination, get into my mind, make me think of You, make me need You, make me want to touch you, listen to you, taste you, smell you.

Who are You?

My imagination is a dangerous thing, more often than not, the real thing does not live up to my imagination. In my imagination You are naturally Dominant, it is not a role you assume, but part of who You are. Intimidating, I like the frisson I get from knowing You are in control, knowing You can hurt me, knowing You can make me do the most depraved, humiliating and dirty things.

You are attractive to me, yes this is a tough one, what makes You attractive to me? Intelligence, a sense of humour, being Tall, confidence bordering on arrogance, having fun, enjoying 'me'... a small sample of things that attract me.

What can I offer You?

Nothing and everything, I don't make promises. I can offer me.. just me in all my complex fucked up glory. I am loyal, loving, compassionate, a deviant in many respects. If I give You my heart, I give You my soul.

What kind of relationship do I want?

I don't want 24/7, in an ideal world I want a poly relationship. Re-read that sentence if You need to... I don't want to be part of a 'fuck chain' I want a poly relationship, it is important that You understand the difference.

Want to play?

Chances are that I won't. If I do, then what do I like? The list is long and contradictory. However, Knives, cutting, blood, needles, some form of penetration of the skin, flogging, biting, wax, scratching, electro play, these are some of my 'hot' buttons. Will I play in public? I am fussy and I don't just play with anybody, but if I do then yes, public play satisfies the exhibitionist in me.

A small but important point, pain and sensation create a sexual response in me, just because I have a sexual response to what You are doing to me does not mean that I want to fuck You or have any part of Your body inside me. Unless it has been discussed beforehand, do not cross this line.

In private? Well in private, all bets are off. If I agree to play privately with You, then it is because I find You to be a person of value, Someone I find sexually attractive, Someone I want to be taken by. I do believe I mentioned that I was a sensual sexual submissive, I want to be taken by force, I want to choke and gag on Your cock, I want You to tell me what to do, I want You to be in control, I want You to direct me, to take what You want, to use me for Your pleasure.

What the hell is a Sensualist?

A person who explores sensuality, enjoying pleasure while learning from pain. Immersing themself in all of the senses, touch, taste, sound, sight, smell.

So what do all of these words mean?

In my own words, a small glimpse of my imagination:

she really did not know what she wanted, she wanted to feel, she needed pain, she didn't want or need any control. He moved behind her. He stroked His hands over her body, she arched her neck, sighing and trembling with pleasure. She felt exposed, vulnerable, she felt.... everything. He turned her and pushed her onto the bed, there she lay, face down on the bed clad in stockings, garter belt and panties, straining to hear where He was, what He was doing, her thighs clenched tightly together.

Then He was there, straddling her thighs, stroking her back, tormenting her lightly with His sharp nails, up and down soothing, sensual. She moaned loudly at the touch of His hands, the feel of skin on naked skin. Suddenly the sharp scratch of His nails shocked her, had her arching her back as burning pain followed the same path. His nails digging in, tearing at her skin, over and over His nails ripping over her back. He, alternating deep scratches with soft strokes over and over, she, finding ecstasy in the heat infusing her body, her mind confused over the sensation, pain such an absent friend for so long, squeezing her thighs tighter as moisture flooded her cunt in delight.

His hands are removed as she pants and moans breathlessly then she feels a slap to her body, soft barely there at first, then hard punches, raining down on her, harder and harder, she writhing, He punching. She feels His mouth skimming her flesh before He bites hard, sucking the flesh pulling it away from her body as she cries out whimpering at the exquisite pain. Over and over the biting and punching, raking of skin, the building arousal flooding her. Suddenly His weight is gone and she is beyond thinking, beyond wondering as she lays there half naked, just feeling, her mind short circuiting, pain receptors blinking madly.

He is back, parting her thighs, settling Himself between them, fully clothed, rudely so, the brush of His pants abrasive on the inside of her thighs. She stiffens as she feels the tip of His knife then another, both points pressing into her flesh, sharp pinpoints of fire, her breath stops as the knives cover her skin, biting, burning trails all over. The long length of the blades scraping, the tips stabbing, cutting and her breathless, nearly sobbing with the pleasure of pain. The pressure of His body lying on top of her, pressed to her back as He shows her the wickedly sharp blade. She barely registers Him moving and her thighs roughly moved apart, the blade cutting away her panties, before she feels the tip of the blade penetrating her cunt. She lays, frozen, feeling the tip of the blade bite, she feels the cut, the stroke of the blade against her labia, crying out, more aroused than she has ever been in her life.

Eye colour: Blue   Hair colour: Black   Height: 5ft 4in  

This profile was last updated on 15 May 12, 9:56 PM.

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