My Master’s Request
The Story Behind a Blog’s Inception.
“Good girl, that’s my perfect little kitten,” Master cooed during the peak of my climax. On my knees I made a valiant attempt to maintain eye contact with Him, fighting with my body as my back arched and my eyes betrayed my desire to hold His gaze, instead briefly rolling backwards. I drew in a deep breath and regained control of both my movements and my speech.
“Thank you, Master.” I managed to murmur after the final wave passed. Suddenly, my vibrating toy that I had placed inside of my lacy black panties felt uncomfortably intense up against my flushed wet cunt. Shifting my hips to distance my clit from the tip of my toy, I looked up into my Master’s adoring cerulean eyes from my place on the cold, hard tile. He appeared pleased. Grinning from ear to ear, He asked me a question to which He already knew the answer:
“Are you ready to come again for me, kitten?”
I nodded vehemently and readjusted my toy so that it once again rested against my clit. He laughed softly.
“Of course you are, my little pet.” His face slightly hardened. “Now, who do you belong to?” he asked sternly.
“I belong to you, Master,” I responded, the same answer I have given Him dozens of times.
“What part of you belongs to me?”
“My body and my mind.”
“Good girl,” the smile returned to his face and one spread across mine. Whenever He calls me that, I feel a slight warmth at the top of my head and my arrector pili muscles slightly contract. It felt like the verbal equivalent of having my hair stroked.
“I love that look on your face, kitten.” Master was absolutely beaming at me, causing my already soaked panties to accommodate even more juice from my still pulsating cunt. I lived to see that joy in His eyes and, in all honesty, I craved it more than I craved my own orgasm. I allowed my smile to grow a bit wider before forcing my jaw to slack so I could show Master my open mouth.
“Mmm…I love seeing my pet on her knees with her mouth ready to accept my cock. You’re just begging for me to fill it up with my come, eager to milk every last drop, praying that I’ll let your tongue taste me.”
I nodded my head, agreeing with His every word. He licked His lips slightly and I could see His eyes drinking in my body, naked save for the black backless panties that clung to my hips with a narrow strip of lace.
“I love the control I have over you, kitten, and how much you submit yourself to me. You are so willing and obedient…you’re the best sub I’ve ever had.”
My chest flooded with sudden warmth as my heart began to race and my pulse quickened. I needed shift my hips again slightly to break some contact with my toy so that I didn’t come immediately upon hearing His words. They echoed in my mind for a few seconds before I found my voice.
“I bet you’ve said that to all of your subs,” I jested, half coy and half questioning.
“You know that’s not true…” He looked past my shoulder, perhaps lost in thought. Then, He sharply whipped his head to face me dead-on and His eyes bored into mine.
“Come, kitten.” He commanded.
I immediately convulsed. Come gushed forth from my quivering cunt and I gasped. A small smile played on His angularly handsome visage as He watched my shaking body respond to His order and heard my desperate moans escalate and then eventually subside. I waited impatiently for my capacity for speech to return. The second I could form words again, I met His gaze again.
“Thank you, Master.”
“You’re welcome, kitten.” He looked utterly content as He leaned back onto the bed. “You may rise.”
I considered it, but felt so comfortable kneeling on the floor, resting on the long, pointed stilettos of my heels. My legs had been on the tile long enough to warm the floor to my body temperature and being slightly prostrated in front of my Master felt right. I felt at home on my knees, like I had finally found my place in the world.
“May I stay on the floor instead?” I asked Him.
“Of course you may.” A smile played on His lips. Every part of me wished those lips were pressed deeply against my own, with one of His strong hands cradling my chin and the other firmly grasped around the nape of my neck. I relished the fantasy for a few seconds before returning to Him my full attention. It felt foolish to daydream when the very subject of my dream was laying right in front of my eyes.
Looking at my Master’s face, I was again struck with incredulity at my luck. The very image of Caesar was smiling back at me. I began to hope that I had a hidden knack for sculpting…while I can easily paint and draw with photorealism, my Master deserved to be chiseled out of marble. I suddenly itched to retrieve my charcoal pencils and drawing tablet and could spend many happy hours sketching Him from memory. But then I wondered if that would be considered a breach of our agreement to keep our relationship discreet until His career trajectory is secured, which would be about six months from now. I still made a mental note to at least scrawl a few doodles of His perfect features in my private journal. For some reason, the word “journal” jogged me back to the present moment and I realized with a jolt that Master had just addressed me while I was lost in thought. I snapped back to attention and excused myself, asking Him to repeat his last sentence.
“I want you to keep a journal for me, kitten. I want to read your thoughts, hear your musings, and understand your feelings about being kept by your Master.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. Every morning, I was told to send Him a photo of my chosen attire for His approval. I was also told to spend five minutes in yoga (child’s pose) before retiring to my bed for the night, meditating only on thoughts of Him, then told to send him a message thanking Him and including what ran through my mind during meditation. Now He wants to read my intimate account of my end of our relationship! I have never known anyone to express that much interest in my life, my thoughts, or my mind. When Master told me He wanted complete control over my mind and body, He wasn’t parroting some lines from a newly purchased copy of BDSM: Dominance for Dummies! He sincerely wanted to explore me mentally as well as physically. After catching my breath, I followed his order with an understatement of the century.
“I would like that. I have an empty journal,” I offered. He looked past my shoulder again, thinking.
“I would want to be able to read it…” He seemed to reiterate.
“I would of course let you read it!” Did I sound too eager?
“…and I want others to be able to read it, too.” He finished His thought. In my excitement, I didn’t realize that I had interrupted Him. Part of me was surprised that he didn’t admonish me for my rudeness. “I’d have you post it somewhere.”
“…like, I could make a Blog…”
His sparkling eyes met mine and he smiled.
“Yes, make a Blog.”
My eyes probably looked like saucers as my mind exploded with endless possibilities.
“…’Musings and Mews’…no, ‘Mews and Musings!’ That sounds better!”
He threw His head back as He quietly laughed.
” ‘Mews and Musings,’ oh kitten…that’s perfect.” He beamed at me again, pleased.
Thus, a blog was born.
I hope that my readers enjoy my firsthand account of being a kept kitten by a perfect model of a Master. I will do my best to share as much of our relationship as I am able, with respect to keeping my Master’s identity a mystery.
At least, for now. Perhaps this isn’t a “honeymoon phase” and our arrangement will only strengthen our relationship. Maybe, if I work hard to be obedient, I can truly embody His vision of me as the “perfect sub.”
At the very least, this could be the most intense and passionate six months of my life.
Only time, and my dedication to his desires, will tell.
Thank you, Master.
(http://keptkitten.com)
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