Two switches and a 12 pack. An unfinished story by Switch Kitten

Let me tell you a story about Damu and Kitten, two switches who one day will both surely end up dead in each others arms.

Last night began very mundane, thai food, smokes, beer, conversation about life, I think he was inviting the play from about hour two when he picked up the green dressage crop, a long thin crop with a nasty little bite, very similar to a cane. Come to think of it, it’s almost just a cane with a small bit of folded leather not much wider than the stalk of instrument. Meh, this really doesn’t matter cause the boy would deny he was inviting play any how. Flipping the crop “innocently” through is lanky fingers, a secret seductful, sexual demon fought within me. I hate those fuckers, however, the release this man offers, sometimes I wonder how to fight this battle.

I would let him do things to me that will surely end up with a puddle of piss beneath me, but the crop is a battle I fight.


I think there may be a couple more stories by kitten about D and her playing. Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
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