I was on the windowsill looking out while the rain was pouring down. Sir's not home yet, I hope he's safe. Oh how I miss him when I'm not in his lap. Sir knows very well I don't know what to do with him gone. Perhaps he's stopped by the fish market for our dinner, mmmmmm salmon would be excellent.
Ten more minutes he should be arriving home. I will go and prepare my attire and makeup freshened for my Sir.
My hair, long and blonde curled and so soft, my Sir loves to run his fingers through my hair, and tells me my eyes are like sapphires sparkling in the light. My Sir likes my nails long painted red to match my lips. My new collar and tether beside the door, my Sir will assist with the buckles. He is so in tune to my feelings. Sir keeps Kitten warm, safe and content. I keep my Sir pleased and content, it's fun, let me tell you about a time we had together.
There we were, all was quiet, Sir went to change the music playing in the background to I think it was Beethoven's 9th symphony (Ode to Joy). He returned with his necktie and four sets of leather lined cuffed restraints. He smiled with a gleam in his eyes and said to me, "Come here Kitten, let's play".
I wasn't frightened in the least. I trust my Sir to the fullest extent-he knows me and me him. Standing before me, he asked me in a manner of speech I knew well, "remove your clothes". I did consensually.
He took his necktie and blindfolded me. Lie down on the bed he insisted and asked that I put my hands together as he cuffed them one at a time and secured them to the bed posts in an open vulnerable position. Yet, I still wasn't frightened.