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By
June 2003
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On many nights when I lie with my
Kitten
snuggled against my side and listen to Your temper tantrum outside our
window,
You make me wonder, Lord. You will never give up, will You Lord? You
roar
and pelt the windows with Your fury, but You have never once breeched
this
peace we share in our little sanctuary. Will You never leave us be
then,
O'Lord?
This
little Kitten is mine, Lord. Will You
never
recognise my claim on what was once Yours? Surely even You in all Your
omnipotence,
stand witness to Abyssinian's suppliant submission to me. He has ever
prepared
himself for my coming whenever the weather turns. Come rain or hail,
storm
or blizzard, he knows that I will come to him in defiance of Your
efforts
to keep us apart.
Is
it not evidence enough to You to see my
sweet
Kitten wait for me in trembling anticipation as he lies nude on his
blood
red silken sheets? Such a romantic, my Kitten is when he sets the stage
of
his taking; Lighting candles and laying white rose petals over his bed.
He
knows too well that I so dearly love to see the contrasts of his pale
skin
against blood red or black silk, and that candlelight and white petals
serve
to bring this out. He also knows and shares my fetish for chains and
restraints.
You do know that he provided these himself, don't You Lord? Could You
not
appreciate this sign too of my ownership? He provided me with the canes
and
the whips as well, could You not see Lord? Do You feel the knife twist
within
You to witness how he presents our collection of toys to me whenever I
come
to him? Would You not recognise the little nest of sin that he makes of
his
parlour? Surely You cannot be blind to his worshipful efforts?
And
he now carries new marks from me as well.
Would
You not acknowledge them Lord? These marks that he did not start, but
which
belong to me alone. Scars from the lashes and cuts inflicted by whip
and
cane across his back and bottom. He is mine all over now, Lord. No more
is
it evident on only one front. He carries my mark all over him.
Foolish Lord, even You should accept that he
is
lost to You now. Do You not watch us, Lord? Do You not observe us
whenever
I riffle through our toy box to choose the entertainment for the night?
You
raged loud and long outside whenever we are at our games.
It
hurts You, doesn't it Lord, to watch this
demon
chain Your fallen angel? To see Your once favoured one, restrained and
helpless
for the pleasure of a hated adversary. It must shame You to perceive
how
much he loves this tight bondage that would have his extremities
stretched
to the corners of his bed. To notice how he relishes our play when I
wish
to test my Kitten and add a blindfold so that his other senses would be
heightened
to feel every touch and caress of whip, cane or knife that I could care
to
apply.
Do
You watch us when I take my sweet Kitten,
Lord?
You fume and curse so outside our windows when he yowls his pleasure to
the
heavens. You try so hard to drown his cries, don't You, Lord? You
never
fail to fill the air with Your electric charge of lightning and
thunder.
It is so that You can be blind and deaf to what takes place on my
Kitten's
rose strewn bed of silk, isn't it, Lord?
I
know, Lord, that You had waited for me to
err
in my judgement. That You waited for me to lose myself in blood lust
and
accidentally send him to rest at Your bosom. But that will never come
to
pass, Lord. Won't You recognise it? I have learnt from the many times
we
clashed, and have taken heed of the seduction You weave about me. I
have
claimed the scars and wounds on his chest time and again over our
months
together. What ever their beginnings at his hands, there cannot be any
doubt
that they are mine now. So I see little reason to keep taking a knife
to
his flesh. I would never play with his life, Lord. And You see, Lord,
there
are safer ways to spike my Kitten's endorphins.
Even
had I not come to this decision myself, I
know
enough to follow the advice of my leader, Lord. Yes, the Oracle did
warn
me that if we should continue our blood games, there would come a time
when
my knife would slip and I would be sending my Kitten to You. I will not
let
that happen, Lord.
Ahh
yes, even Crawford will risk Your wrath
and
oppose Your designs. You see, his fears are more earthly, Lord. The
sole
surviving Takatori is not a man to be trifled with. Even I respect him
more
than I respect You. I did not let my leader know of my immediate
acquiescence
though. Oh no, I am not one to meekly give in to a command without some
personal
gain. I know enough of Crawford's respect for the sweet Bombay that he
would
grant whatever I ask for, if only to have me give my word that I would
put
my knives away in my play. After all, I could have agreed only to be
vigilant
with my Kitten instead of giving up my knives all together.
He
should have called my bluff. Having heard
his
fears, I would not have wanted to risk blooding my Kitten, knowing that
You
were plotting to steal him from me when we played. But my leader never
did
understand me very well.
Did
You like the ruse he pulled, Lord, in
assisting
me to reveal to my Kitten's companions' my claim and ownership over
him?
Even my Kitten had been leery of Crawford's success when I told him of
our
deal. He had despaired so in wondering how to tell his friends of our
relationship.
You
saw Your last hope die that night, didn't
You
Lord? You did not count on Crawford commanding Nagi to bring him to see
his
Kitten to speak of an alliance, did You? Oh, I'm sure dear little
Bombay
was utterly shocked to be found out. He and Nagi were much too
confident
that no one knew of their cyberspace association. Then to hear Crawford
offer
the suggestion of a union on the strength of the existing clandestine
relationships
between most members in the two teams, they must have thought that the
world
tilted on them. What a laugh it must have been for Crawford too then,
for
him to hear the last Takatori suggest that he had a secret relationship
with
Weiß's soccer-fiend.
You
did not anticipate Crawford bringing
Bombay
and our little Prodigy to my Kitten's apartment to seal our pact, did
You,
Lord? Such a look of surprise there was on the boys' faces when
Crawford
caused them to walk in on my Kitten and me as we talked following our
agreed
final night of blood play. Did You witness, just as they did, my Kitten
drawing
my face towards his in a kiss?
Did
the raised voices give You hope, Lord? Did
You
think that Weiß would have ignored my Kitten and attacked me over
his
protests, seeing as how there were blood soaked sheets at my feet being
evidence
of our fun that night? That my Kitten wore rolls of bandages about his
chest
and the smell of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, mingled with the
scent
of blood and sex.
Ah,
what sweet chaos followed when Bombay's
shouts
brought his friends running? So opportune it was that Schuldig happened
to
be visiting his own Kitten at that time too, allowing the entire
membership
of Schwarz and Weiß to gather in my Kitten's apartment. My guilty
team
mate looked so chastened to be confronted by his Kitten for not letting
him
know of Abyssinian's relationship with me. And there was such a
bewildered
expression on the Siberian-kitty's face when Bombay yelled at him for
not
being the Weiß in a relationship with a Schwarz man.
Oh,
the little Takatori did not like the
evidence
before his eyes, and neither did the other kitties when their wits came
to
them after this rude awakening. I could tell that they were resolutely
opposed
to our blood games. My poor sweet Kitten; so shocked he was to see how
protective
they were of him. Can You not recognise how much You had neglected him,
Lord,
to make him feel so unloved?
Ah.
but as ever, my trust in the Oracle was
justified.
As agreed, he spoke for us, convincing the Weiß kitties that I
would
no longer take a knife to my Kitten's flesh. And in the face of how my
Kitten
snuggled so defensively in my arms, they did at last grudgingly accept
me.
Though not without threats; Oh no, our little Takatori had to firmly
make
his status and position clear to me. I expected it; of course, the
alpha
of the pride could hardly be expected to relinquish his hold of my
Kitten
so easily.
Was
my Kitten disappointed to have this pact
of
bloodless-play affirmed before his colleagues? He did look so wistful
when
the little Takatori insisted on reviewing every item in our toy chest
and
removing any implement that might harm his flesh. But the Oracle did
tell
us via Schuldig that we had to accept the invasion or the kitties would
never
let us be.
Such
teasing my poor Kitten had to endure as
his
fellow kitties rooted though our treasure chest. He blushed and hid his
face
against my chest so shyly as they drew out each toy. But he did not
begrudge
them the opportunity or the satisfaction of the task. We knew that his
friends
appreciated and desired this chance to find something in this morbid
little
event to shock them and make them laugh.
How
did You feel, Lord, to see this scene
unfold
before You? Did You ever imagine that this camaraderie and moment of
sharing
could have evolved in a meeting between Schwarz and Weiß, Lord?
Could
You feel the earth tremble to acknowledge the reconciliation of two
erstwhile
enemies? And how You must have hated it, Lord, to know that this
benign
union was brought about by this demon.
And
it was a merry little gathering we had in
Abyssinian's
apartment. The team sluts were scandalized to realise how poorly they
fared
in their imagination as compared to my Kitten and me. There was so much
incidental
blood lost in just looking at our toys I could have sworn that the poor
Oracle
and Siberian kitty would need a transfusion with their numerous nose
bleeds.
And the little Takatori and his mate gave us such long looks of awe,
and
each other such heated exchanges, as they laid out our toys on the bed.
Ahh,
how unfair my Kitten did feel about the
confiscation
of our toys. The knives were immediately disposed of, however, our
companions
did but distribute the other sinful playthings amongst themselves. It
was
oh too obvious to us that they would be trying them out in their own
play.
We did notice how the little Takatori was caressing the cane as Nagi
briefly
locked eyes with him and shivered. At the least, they left my Kitten
with
his collection of chains and restraints intact.
Did
my Kitten morn the loss of our toys? I
could
see Your hand at work again, Lord. This truce between our teams and the
grudging
acceptance his fellow kitties gave to our relationship brought my
Kitten
much peace and appeasement of guilt. However, I could see that the
restrictions
placed upon us made him feel stripped of the special understanding he
had
come to expect in our association.
With
the veil lifted from our comrades' eyes,
there
was indeed little need for us to sneak around anymore. Thoughtful as
they
ever are, our respective leaders even arranged to find a suitable
apartment
complex where we could reside in close proximity; Allowing the pairing
off
of the respective couples, save for the two who preferred companionship
with
the 'fairer' sex.
Did
You believe that You could drive us apart
then,
Lord? When we could now stay in the same apartment and need not worry
about
discovery. Did You watch with glee as my Kitten apprehensively moved
into
our apartment and looked so lost to see me in our living room, already
unpacked
and waiting for him? Foolish God, Did You not think that I would
arrange
to properly welcome my Kitten and reinforce my claim on him? With the
confiscation
of our toys, my Kitten did so worry that the intimacy between us was
now
lost as well. I had to make sure I taught him otherwise.
Such
a pleased though curious Kitten he was to
enter
our bedroom and see that I had prepared the bed for his ravishment.
That
I had made up our bed much as he had always presented his tableau of
offerings
to me; With sheets of black silk and white rose petals strewn
about.
A sinful altar, ready for him to grace his pale form upon. Ah, his
breath
did catch so to notice that I had fastened his padded manacles and leg
irons
to the railings of the bed. These restraints were what we always used
when
he wanted me to dance on the limits of his pain threshold.
Did
You anticipate what was to follow, Lord?
We
did hear the roll of thunder growing. Did You guess what my plans for
my
Kitten were, better than he did? I could see that he wanted to speak,
to
ask how I hoped to spike his endorphins without the use of knife or
whip,
or even a cane; This all his companions had denied of us when they
raided
our toy box. But I hushed him without a word and just indicated that he
should
ready himself and trust me. This he complied to do, letting me see the
sinful
little sex kitten he could be when he so sets his mind.
Ah,
my Kitten could see my eye gleaming in
anticipation
as he slowly stripped before me and sauntered to the bed; allowing me
see
the tempting shadow of his pucker as he turned his back on me and
crawled
to the centre of the bed on all fours. He lay on his back as I
approached
to take his wrists and lock them into place with the manacles that were
fastened
to the corners of the headboard. His ankles, I secured to the sides of
the
bed, forcing his knees into a bent position that would also hold his
thighs
apart and vulnerable to my attentions. He did moan so when I added a
blindfold
to render him even more helpless. I know that the darkness and the
unknown
was ever a turn on for my Kitten. How You must have hated it so, Lord,
to
witness his excitement. I had yet to begin and already his arousal was
apparent
to me.
Do
You ever stare whenever I bind my Kitten
and
position him so that he lies exposed and helpless, Lord? You know of
the
countless times when I have bound him to his bed; When I have chained
him
so that he lies powerless before me, unable to free himself from the
restraints,
unable to move, unable even to cry for help. You know that no safe word
exists
between us. We have never used one. We have never needed one.
Can
You appreciate the trust he shows me when
he
unreservedly gives himself to my domination, knowing that among our
toys
are many sharp instruments of torture, Lord? That many of our toys were
specifically
chosen to tear at his flesh and blood him, to inflict pain upon his
defenceless
form? Can You comprehend his confidence that I would not betray him?
That
I would not abuse and kill him while he lies vulnerable and under my
complete
control? Can You grasp the faith my Kitten had in me, Lord?
Ahh,
but we were forced to put away those
hurtful
toys forever. And I know Lord, my Kitten did feel that much of the
intensity
of our games would go with them. You thought to count on that loss to
drive
us apart didn't You Lord? I could tell that I needed to teach my Kitten
a
lesson he would not soon forget; that I would need to reinforce my
claim
on him and show him that I am able to accomplish this without tearing
his
flesh or drawing blood. No Lord, I would not let You steal my Kitten
from
me. Abyssinian is mine. And I will make him understand that before the
night
is over. He will have no more doubt as to my claim. I have though,
little
expectation that You will give up.
You
were watching us, weren't You Lord? We
could
hear the sound of the rain as it grew in volume and fury. Have You ever
considered
that Your useless temper tantrums only served to heighten the
excitement
in our games? That Your toothless rage makes us relish the wicked
entertainment
that we've planned for the night? Can You not recognise how Your
lightning
inevitably causes the light to fall upon Abyssinian's skin to make it
almost
luminescent against the dark silk sheets of our altar? Do You know how
Your
efforts only make me savour the gift that's laid before me?
I
bided my time, letting him grow nervous with
my
silence. What irony was it that You inadvertently encouraged my Kitten
to
tremble so from the anticipation of my touch with the cold winds that
You
blew over his naked flesh. Your thunder so drowned out any sound I made
that
it heightened his trepidation, since he could not see nor sense where I
stood.
Could You not see how You were helping me, o' foolish Lord?
Or
was there method in Your madness? Would You
ever
admit to enjoy watching his shivery struggles against his bounds, Lord?
Does
it excite You too to watch how helplessly he twists and strains to move
on
the smooth sheets of his sacrificial altar?
He
startled so to suddenly feel my hand rest
on
his knee. Even lightly touching him as I was, I could still feel him
trembling
in expectation. So enticing he was, my sweet Kitten, that I couldn't
resist
letting my hand stroke the silken length of his thigh to the bright red
curls
about his groin. Such a purry-Kitten I have...
Was
he unprepared then, my Kitten, to feel the
first
drip of ice cold water over a nipple? His breath did catch so to feel
me
rub a cube of ice over the hardening nub. Ahh, but the strangled mewl
that
escaped him when I immediately dripped hot candle wax over that cold
tortured
flesh told me that my Kitten was appreciating this new torment.
Admittedly,
the redness of candle wax cannot begin to compare to the rich colour of
blood.
However, I knew I could be so much more adventurous with a candle, than
I
could ever dare with a knife.
These candles had no lead, of course. I know
Your
duplicity, Lord, and I will not expose my Kitten to any miniscule
danger
that I have no power over. I will not let You usurp my control or steal
him
away from under my nose. I will not risk You tricking me into sending
my
Kitten to Your life everlasting, Lord.
Ahh
my Kitten was mewling so torturously under
me
as I continued to drip hot wax over skin that had first been sensitised
with
a firm application of ice. Oh, there is no doubt that the pain is very
different
to that delivered by the toys now forbidden of us, but I do not think
that
my Kitten had any complaints to this different attention. He gave me
such
sweet cries as I took my time exploring his body with ice and wax. But
of
course You could not hear, Lord, not with yet another of Your
thunderous
tantrums resounding so violently outside our sanctuary.
For
old time's sake, I traced every line of
the
scars over his body and chest, drinking in the sight of red wax pouring
over
snowy pale skin. My Kitten was suffering so exquisitely, His limbs
pulled
and tugged on his restraints uselessly as his body wound up tighter
than a
spring. I could see his purple veined tower shivering and dribbling his
pre-cum
like a leaky faucet. My own body was calling attention to my own needs
when
my Kitten finally broke down and begged me to finish him off. I
believed
by then, my Kitten had learned that it was not the flirt with death
that
was behind the intensity of our games. No, ours is the dance of
endorphins
and nerve endings, and the play of dominance and control.
Could You not hear him begging so sweetly,
Lord?
Could You not see him struggle to lift his hips and offer himself to
me?
Ahh, but I was not done with his teasing. I had far more to teach to my
kitten
before I would show him any mercy for doubting our bond.
My
sudden release of ice cubes over his chest
almost
made him come. But I wasn't going to let him get off so easily before I
was
ready. I stood a few thick but shallow candles over his heaving chest,
trusting
that the girth would allow them to stand and not be shaken off with
each
shuddering breath he took. The pain of the hot wax that dribbled from
the
candles and leaked over his cold chest, was enough to momentarily
distract
him from my attentions between his wide spread legs. Still, the cold
rod
of ice touching his rosebud quickly seized his attention from the wax.
No
thicker than two of my fingers and
liberally
coated with lubricant was this tool I used to stretch my Kitten. Did
You
enjoy witnessing this sinful spectacle, Lord? Did You take pleasure in
watching
as I introduced my kitten to our new toys? His trembling and torturous
mewling
told me of his appreciation of these instruments that I had prepared
for
him. I did not leave this stake of ice in him for too long though and
alternated
his penetration with my fingers, much to his disappointment I could
hear.
Stretched though I wanted the Kitten to be, I did not want to chance
delivering
frostbite to that sensitive cavern.
When
I deemed him sufficiently stretched with
rod
and two fingers, I introduced him to the next icy implement, which had
a
thickness of three of my fingers. And with this pole, I had a special
ridge
that I twisted within him. The shout that escaped him and the jerking
of
my Kitten's hips told me that I had approximated it correctly to have
this
ridge able to rub against his prostate.
Did
You see, Lord, how he did writhe so
passionately
with this impalement? Did You watch how he would clamp his muscles
around
this icy stake as I thrust it in and out of him? Would You ever admit
to
feeling even a bit of temptation to see such a sinful spectacle...
I
could wait no longer. This time when I
removed
this rod of ice, I replaced it with a much hotter rod of my own.
Gods!
The contrasts of cold and heat nearly made us come together. The cold
sheath
that I filled was to warm quickly with our heat though. You hated it,
didn't
You, Lord? Hated to watch as my Kitten bucked his body so wantonly
beneath
me, within the limits of his restraints, desperate for me to move;
Begging
for me to fuck him into the mattress. Something I was too glad to
oblige
to do as I saw it as my turn to race for my own satisfaction after
having
lavished so much attention on my Kitten.
Before that dance though, I took the time
necessary
for my Kitten's body to get used to my presence in him to extinguish
and
brush aside the last of the candles. No, Lord, even in the throes of
sex,
I would not let You catch me off guard and accidentally set the bed on
fire.
Ah,
I will never get enough of my Kitten's
gasps
and moans as I impaled him upon me, slamming into him again and again
as
his silken sheath tried to milk me of my release. However much You try
to
drown his cries of pleasure with Your thunderstorms, You cannot change
that
truth. I once claimed him with cold steel and blood, with leather and
cane,
and now I claim him with fire and ice, with heat and cold. He is mine,
Lord.
Mine!
Did
my Kitten miss our old toys? I don't
believe
he thought about them at all after that night. We found ourselves most
satisfied
with our new games and our toy chest has been filled once more, though
with
'safer' toys. We had no more need to worry about any lasting hurt or
lingering
pain for my Kitten. We were more than happy with the result. My Kitten
has
also glommed onto the fact that we can now play more often and it is to
his
delight, I feel, that I can spend much more time with his sexual
torture
too.
However, I knew that there still stood one
salient
fact between us, Lord. As his companions get used to my presence, it is
obvious
to any who cares to notice that I have staked my claim on him. It is
clear
to everyone when it is only I who am ever graced with his shy smiles.
And
any who have seen him, know that his whole countenance lights up when I
am
around. Such is the change that I have wrought with the man whom was
thought
to have lost his smile.
But
in me? His influence seems not so evident.
And
that troubled me more than I cared to admit. He wears my permanent
marks
over his body, so why can I not mark mine for him? But what, would I
wear
to show my regard? What should I choose that I might bring him joy and
show
to all a sacrifice from me worthy of the blood I had taken? What could
I
do to show You that I was as much his as he was mine?
I
had thought about it long and hard, Lord.
And
I wagered the pattern I settled on would bring You exquisite pain. For
I
saw yet another opportunity to subvert something which was Yours.
Something
which You had created to bring laughter and smiles to innocents in this
country.
Did
You cringe so, Lord, to witness my
Kitten's
reaction when I showed him my offering? This mark of ownership, this
sign
of his claim over me. Our companions were as much shocked by what I had
done,
as they were at how my Kitten laughed and kissed me for my gift.
There was such brightness in his eyes, Lord.
Such
mirth and lightness the sight of my gift brought to his soul. The smile
he
graced me with shone with a brilliance that would rival the sun You
gave
to the world.
Yes,
Lord. It was with the assistance of one
of
Your innocent gifts to the world that I accomplished this. The knife
must
twist within You to witness how my use of it shattered the last wall of
distrust
the kitties held for me. To hear my Kitten's sweet peal of laughter and
see
that bright smile on his face... They could no longer overlook this
evidence
of the joy and love I brought to his life. They could no longer with
clear
conscience consider standing in the way of our relationship and deny
their
friend his happiness.
Did
Your despair dive to unknown depths to see
them
openly smile at me, Lord? Did it shock You to witness their doubts of
me
vanish at last and see acceptance shining in their eyes?
And
then there were the events that
followed...
Oh Lord... Did You quail to watch us as we made love without indulging
in
toys or restraints? Did it shock You to watch my Kitten take me for the
first
time; to watch him be the seme? Did it crush You to see him sinking
into
my flesh and fuck me into the mattress? To witness how my Kitten
affirmed
*his* claim over my body and soul?
What, ho? I hear the rain actually dying and
no
more hear the sound of thunder in the air. Yet my Kitten and I are
still
awake and snuggling. You've never abated Your fury so quickly before,
Lord?
Ah, but is that weeping then? Have You finally given up, Lord?
No,
I will not let You trick me. My vigilance
will
ever be alert to Your lies and deceit, Lord. I will ever guard my
Kitten
from Your depredations. I will ever thwart Your designs to keep me
alone
and miserable, Lord. Long ago, You had made me think that I would
always
be denied any contentment in my life. I thumb my nose at You, Lord.
With
my Kitten lying beside me now, letting
his
fingers lightly brush over and stroke the tattoo that marks his claim
over
me, I can feel only contentment. Yes, this is contentment. This is the
happiness
You had strived so hard to deny me.
Is
this why You weep, Lord? To blind Yourself
with
tears and block from Your sight my conclusive hold over what was once
Yours?
To shield Yourself from viewing my victory over Your designs through
the
corruption of an icon that You gave to the innocents of Japanese
Descent?
Weep, Lord. Weep enough to bring the floods
again
if You care to. It will not change the facts. It matters not that You
chose
to be blind when all others see my Kitten's mark of ownership over my
heart.
For there can be no mistaking whom the tattoo refers to. After all,
what
other kitten can be associated with a white-winged Kitty-chan dressed
in
a black trench coat and wielding a tiny katana?
~owari~
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