The Curious Kitten and the Case of the St. Andrew’s Cross

I’m always so happy when I’m in my Dommespace 😍✨ time stops and the world goes quiet. It’s me and my play partner.

This one was particularly special to me. She approached me with an open mind and allowed me to handcuff her to the cross. I posted a photo which captures the moment when I told her she’s stuck with me for a bit. I smiled to be playful but for her it wasn’t funny. She was calm. She was ready. She submitted with her head bowed down between the posts of the cross.

As the scene went on I could sense her body relaxing. Her threshold for pain rose as I experimented with my toys on her body. She wasn’t a canvas to paint with strike marks and bruises. She was a curious cat to be compassionately petted and praised. Every strike, every flog, every spank, was a turn of the key to unlock her submission. Where her sensuality was hiding, I lured it out.

In between making my way up and down her body with gentleness, I dragged the suede tails of my flogger up the inside of her legs. I pressed and pushed my kendo stick against her shoulders and waist. I tucked her hair back where it belonged with the tip of my stick, and flogged it back into a mess like a ritual. Back and forth. Soft and slow to quick and steady.

At the end of the scene she was so relaxed I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d fallen asleep. I woke her up with my canes and she was satisfied.

I am so proud of her. She tried something new and left feeling better than she arrived.

My work here is done. (For now.)