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| miss_kitten |
on Sun 19 Oct 08, 10:33 PM to miss_kitten's blog.
Spoilt… That's me 
It was my birthday on Friday. I got to up to gifts – I had singing, cake, gifts, champagne and flowers at work and after a long, long, long afternoon actually working very hard and public speaking (
oh I just hate that) I arrived home to a curious welcome.
I was ordered into the kitchen and told to wait. I had no idea what to expect. Candle lit dinner? Oh that had to be it. The excitement was killing me. He claimed to be wrapping up another present for me. What could it be? What is it? Tell me! Can I come in yet?
He called me from the kitchen. I opened the door. There was the glow of candle light, but not coming from the table. No food on the table… But, there was a delicious maid tied to a chair, hooded, a red ribbon tied around it, needles in its breasts working as candle holders. And it was wearing a gift for me that made me clap with delight. I couldn't believe my kitten eyes. This is the naughty fibbing maid that had been claiming to have been far too busy with work to have popped over to see me before my birthday and naughty fibbing Sir who had been plotting with said fibbing maid. I adored them both for it 
Then maidie sang to me, rather hurriedly – one got the impression that it wanted the candles out? I made my wish and put the poor thing out of its misery. For a minute or so anyway 
Oh what followed… Hot wax. Needles. More and more needles. Needles in places it said they would never go. Needles in lovely, secret places. Needles in horrible awkward and sore places. I got to my age and just couldn't stop. 50 needles in total before I stopped. More and more. Getting it to ask for more. Quiet ascent to things that had been off limits, reassuring it, pushing it, making it mine and marvelling that it is. All the while, I was constantly being drawn to what it was wearing. Another tool for dehumanisation. One of many, and for something all three of us crave. At the same time I marvel that I have an owner that would do this for me; helping me when I needed it, but leaving me to have my fun and enjoying watching us together. I am blessed. Some would say spoilt . There were orgasms, screams, giggles, gasps, whispering, shaking, blood, tears… It was perfect. And I got to use it in a way that was pleasing beyond my wildest imagination. I love my new present! It was perfect. I loved it. He loved it. Maidie loved it.
Afterwards, it lay between us and we cuddled it and soothed it and I thanked them both for the best birthday present, ever. And I want to thank them again. Thank you Sir. Thank you maidie. I'm a spoilt kitten and as I always say to my lovely owner, a spoilt kitten is a happy kitten.
Edited Sun 19 Oct 08, 11:35 PM by miss_kitten
| 19 Oct 08, 10:52 PM Miss_Despotic UK(M), 5 yrs    |
Purrrrrrrrr lucky kitty! In other news, try this book. Apparently more people name public speaking as their biggest fear than dying. This book's been quite useful for me xx | |
| 19 Oct 08, 10:54 PM mini_velvet UK(EH), 6 yrs |
Sounds wonderful. Happy belated birthday! No colours or shapes | |
| 19 Oct 08, 11:38 PM miss_kitten UK(HA), 5 yrs |
That sounds utterly awful but most useful. I will get to it and give it a try. Something has to help!
And yes, the kitty certainly has the cream at the moment
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| 19 Oct 08, 11:38 PM miss_kitten UK(HA), 5 yrs |
Thank you
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| 19 Oct 08, 11:52 PM Miss_Despotic UK(M), 5 yrs |
Hah, it is what it is! It's great if you extract the useful bits and put the american sales tripe to one side. xx | |
| 20 Oct 08, 11:32 AM littlenic 5 yrs |
Strangely, I find "Happy Birthday" sung at high speed to be much preferable to the real thing...
You're welcome, Miss. Your naughty fibbing maid is glad you enjoyed it.
(I'm also glad I've stopped leaking like a garden spray every time I take a drink. This is serious d/s stuff... |
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