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| twisted_kitty |
on Mon 4 Feb 08, 9:06 PM to twisted_kitty's blog.
He arrives with a swagger and smile, I feel comfortable and safe. We talk and banter. All my cheek is batted away with a Sharpe whit and a smile. He is fun to be with. We have dinner and talk some more. He grows still his gaze rests on me and he speaks softly 'do you want this'. I can't even remember saying yes I think I nodded and smiled. He wanted a kitten to play with. I was instructed to paint my face and how to do my hair. He dressed me and told me to get down on all fours. I felt somewhat stupid but at the same time sexy, it felt right. Then the words 'shhhhhhhh you know kittens can't talk'. If you know me, then you know the concept of silence or not speaking is very alien to me and a serious challenge. So every time I spoke with my front paws on the floor I got a slap on the arse which got harder and harder. Not sure why maybe it was level of chat I was giving him, suddenly he gave me a swing with his shoe! I think the last words I used as a kitten was 'ooooo that feels nice'. The atmosphere changed, I am not sure what really happened next. Things get a bit fuzzy from here. His belt was off I was presenting my now bare arse to him. If my front paws touched the floor he would swing. He did not hold back the pain surged through me I hated it but needed it. I was shaking and aroused I repeatedly put my paws down not speaking and pushing my arse up. Each time it took me a little longer to put my paws down. The last swing made me well up but I kept control of it. That is until I felt the warmth of arms around me... his kisses, he stroked me and called me his and I cried. My backside has never such a lovely deep dark beautiful purple before. Who would have thought such a sweet fluffy thing as a kitten can take you to such a place?
Edited Mon 7 Jun 10, 10:23 PM by twisted_kitty
