Bad, Little, Kitten
He pulled up on my collar with the leash, causing me to look up at him, and slightly stand up on my knees. I looked at his form as he stared down at me, the toned, muscular build, the dark, tanned skin, he suddenly tugged on my leash, causing my eyes to land on his face. "Look me in the eyes when I talk to you, understand?" He asked harshly, I nodded my head, my breathing getting heavy. "Y-yes, sir" I said, my voice trembling slightly. "That's a good little girl..."
I'm Marysa Rogers, twenty four, and I'm new to the whole BDSM lifestyle. I met my partner, my Daddy, master, owner, by chance on the streets. I moved in with Dominique, and we began to grow... sexual desires. He came out as being into the lifestyle, and I grew intrigued. I'm his Little One, his kitten, a masochistic rope bunny, his personal slut, and his toy... and that's what I like.