Smitten Kittens Steamy Journal

                        Reunions of any sort can be just so dull. Big yawns all around. If I wanted to see any of those losers, I would have kept in touch. Whatever.

                            I moved back when I inherited my grandmother’s home. Knowing the event was so close to my home, I thought it would at least be good for a laugh. Would they even recognize me? I was a bit of a computer nerd/goth back then, and maybe a slight bit overweight. How times have changed. 

I won’t bore you with the details of the event, as it was. Let’s skip to the part of the night where I get the guy that was the football team captain in my home and drugged.

He wakes up in lovely pink satin lingerie. Isn’t he just adorable! I bring over a hand mirror to show him how perfectly made up he is. He tried to talk, but I shoved a ball gag in his mouth. He tried to get out of the restraints, but I suggested he save his energy for later. He will certainly need it. 

  My male friends begin to arrive. A few of them had terrible memories of him as well. The funny thing is, as much as he protested, his poor excuse for a cock was hard, and twitching, 

Let the games begin! 

Written By: Lady Rayne

               As everyone knows, Halloween is my favorite time of the year. You can keep your Christmas and Easter. I love any excuse to dress up in costume type fineries. This year, of course, will be no different. Parties, parties, and more parties. 

My parties are infamous for all sorts of debauchery. The men take it as the highest compliment when invited. I do however, have rules that must be followed.

With the special invitations sent out weeks ago, the men begin to arrive. After they’re stripped and examined to make sure they follow my orders, the rest of my party arrives. As the men ogle the other guests, I can see they’re all so very toxic.

They’re sorted out and taken to different rooms. Some of my guests are not  violent people, so my room is nothing but toys and silky lingerie items.  My guest questions why they’re toys, when he clearly has a working dick.

  I slap him for the profanity and push him down on his knees. Under my costume is a huge strap-on. His eye get wide, as he begs me not too. I explain the only lube he’ll get is his own spit.

I can hear everything going on around me. Pleasure sounds, whipping sounds, fucking sounds. What a glorious party this will be.

Join me at my Halloween Party! You won’t regret it, or well maybe you will?

Written By: Lady Rayne

   Ever listen to two guys fuck? You know that sexy pounding sound? The sound of it makes my pussy so fucking wet. 

  Why is it that men seem to think they need a dude to fuck like that? I’m not fragile or delicate, and a good pounding sure won’t break me. Push me against the hard stone wall, yank up my dress, rip my panties off. See what it does to me?  Push my legs up higher, get in so much deeper.  Bite me, slap me, do all those things you always thought you shouldn’t.

               Do me like a dude and I will surely return the favor. 

Written By: Lady Rayne

I absolutely fucking love it when a man from the past returns, especially when he is more kinky than before. 

           It had been a while, but a few spells and incantations had him finally back where he belongs. In other words, you can’t escape me, so don’t even try! 

              I can get all men to eat their cum, but I wanted him to go a naughty step further. I want the cum in those ice cube trays to be another man’s other than him. You know what? He didn’t disappoint. He sucked on it, pushed it up his tight ass for lube, and rubbed it all over his cock. 

The only issue was, there just wasn’t enough hot, sticky cum. We shall need more men!

Written By: Lady Rayne

     Growing up my parents always told me that I was a very strange child, with my black hair, and pale skin.  They basically ignored me till the day daddy caught me playing with my dolls. That was the day he began paying so much more attention to me.

               I made little whips, and strap-ons for my female dolls.  I stripped all the boy dolls, tied them up in various ways then put the whips in the girl dolls little hands.  They all looked so cute.  When ever I played like this, I could feel a wetness between my legs. What was that about? 

Phone sex daddy asked me if he could play dolls with me. I guess maybe daddy felt bad and was trying to get closer to his baby girl? First, we had a special tea party and then we began to play. Daddy asked me if I ever wanted a life size boy doll to play with. Can you imagine that he wanted me to do the things to him, that were being done to my male dolls. 

As you now can see, I was made to be a Dominatrix.  From the time I was a wee girl with my dolls to now, my aim in life is to have a lovely basement full of men to torture, and fuck. Delicious!

Written By: Lady Rayne

     I met a super hot man yesterday at the Jimmy Choo boutique. I was buying some new boots to get ready for a Halloween Ball.  You can never plan too soon. He helped me pick out several to try on. They didn’t have my size in the ones I wanted and after little to no persuasion he agreed to drop them off at my home. In return, I promised nothing in return.

The boots fit perfect, and they were just my size. 

We talked a bit, drank some wine. The more we talked, the hotter he was becoming to me. I do love a handsome and intelligent man.  Clothes came off and we headed to my bedroom. Fuck, he was good looking. Perfect muscles and abs. 

I begin kissing my way down his perfect chest, licking his tummy and then there it was. or in his case wasn’t. 

I am really not a size queen.  I mean, but what the fuck am I seeing?  It looked like the tip of a Q-tip drowning in some white stuff.  Pre-cum perhaps? I truly didn’t want to hurt his feeling. I mean why would I upset someone who worked at Jimmy Choo’s.  Sadly for him, I began laughing. Not a quiet laugh, but a loud, almost hysterical laugh. 

Since my girl cock is way bigger than his cock, I figured out a way to salvage the night.

Bend over little dick bitch! 

Written By: Lady Rayne

        Sometimes I get these urges to be very, very bad. When I get those feelings, I need a worthy accomplice. I wonder if that is you? I wonder if you can keep up with me when I am feeling extremely deviant? 

I arrive at your house to an open door and sounds of screaming. I fix myself an Absinthe and follow the sounds to your playroom. 

You’re riding hard a sweet young thing. I will admit, your hot ass looks amazing and fuckable. I watch for awhile and when I can no longer wait, I strip.

I grab the young thing by her long ponytail and grind my pussy into her face. She is quite adorable with all her screams. 

I get my strappy and bring it to your face to suck. I warn you that the only lube you will get is your spit. I am behind you now and begin to fuck you without mercy. That just makes you fuck her harder.

You ask me to do that thing to her. The thing you will never actually say out loud. My pale, small hands are now around her neck. You love how my long finger nails are piercing her skin with little droplets of blood forming. I can tell you’re about to cum inside the little bitch. I know it is time. My pale hands squeeze tighter around her neck. Her eyes role back in her head.

She is gone.

Written By: Lady Rayne

           I love when you visit me, we have so much fun together.  Sometimes I think you just should have been born a girl. You are so pretty, with a fragile body that is just meant for fishnets and corsets.

The Absinthe is flowing and I decide it’s time to bring up the subject. We are in my dressing room and I see you looking at, and touching all my lovely silk lingerie. I start by telling you that you would look so hot in eyeliner and lipstick. You look at me so excited, and say “really?”. Absolutely!  What about these sexy fishnets? Ah, but your legs are hairy. I don’t even ask, but take you to the bathroom to shave any body hair. 

We are back in the dressing room and I am putting fragrant body cream all over you. You are sort of cooing in happiness. Then I bring up the corset, panties and mini skirt. You are all in and prancing around my loft. How sexy are you? Then I tell you that you could pass for a girl. You are excited and I suggest we try out that theory.

I text a few of my guy friends that you have never met. We have a few more drinks and you are really getting into it.

How sexy and pretty you are. Of course, I left out details of what I told my friends. I guess you will figure it out when you are bent over my couch getting slammed. 

Written By: Lady Rayne

        Over the severed limbs , beyond the moss covered wall, in the cottage of the seven dwarfs, dwells Lady Rayne, most perverted of them all. 

After paying her dues and fucking all those pesky little dwarfs, she went from a sub to a feared domina. Thankfully all those tiny fuckers had huge cocks and tongues to please me during my time as a sub. If it seems I am mixing my fairy tales, it’s my story and we’re doing it my way. 

As I kicked back enjoying an Appletini, the dwarfs kissed and licked my beautiful pale white feet. There was a knock at my door, and in burst a lovely pale thing. She saw my shiny, red apple and she fainted mumbling something about poison Appletinis. The dwarfs took her to my chambers, and carefully and slowly undressed her. What a magnificent pale, shapely body she has. I allowed the 7 men to have some fun with her before I bathed, and re-dressed her.  

She awoke to find herself with pierced nipples, and a pierced clit. She was spread eagle to my bed, and wearing a chastity device. Fuck she is magnificent! 

In walks my lovely neighbor, Maleficent. She apologizes for not knocking but she assumed I would not hear her over the dwarfs gang bang. She had a huge surprise for me, and pulled up her skirt. What a beautiful big, thick cock she has. She explained she had to do many perverted things to get it, but it was worth it. 

                            The poison in the Appletini  was strong, and she fell asleep again. The mortgage was due, and I had a plan. I invited all the men in the land to gang bang Sleeping Beauty at a cost. We joined in as we raped, molested, tortured, and took her over and over again. 

May Your Halloween be As Twisted As Lady Rayne

Written By: Lady Rayne

    Date night is always special with me, and you can’t wait to meet me at my favorite club. You open the box on your bed, and begin to get ready. You’re a little confused about the shiny silver box with the tissue paper and bows. First you see a pair of frilly pink panties. You try and act like a man, but you giggle like a girl. You see some stunning black seamed stockings. Your clit is beginning to throb.

Next is the sexy dress from Chic Me. Your heart is beginning to race. You take a bath in the luxurious scented bubble bath. Then you start to dress. You’re giggling like a little girl, even more as you apply your makeup.  

  You run your hands down your sexy body as you look at the finished product. You look like a sexy little slut. You wonder why I had you dress like a girl. Where could I be taking you? You can’t help but rub your clitty as you think about the big, thick sexy cocks I will make you suck.

Written By: Lady Rayne

     Today was such a lazy day for my girlfriend and I. We had breakfast in bed, took a long sexy soak in the tub, and had a long nap. When we woke up, we wanted to go out and have some fun for the night. Thank the stars that I knew of several private clubs still open. I went with a little black dress and she went with red. It didn’t take us long to get ready as we shared a bottle of La Fee.

The club was close and it was a lovely night so we strolled hand in hand. We heard the typical cat calls, which always amuses me. She suggested we skip the club and take one of the men home with us to teach him a lesson. I do love how she thinks. 

He was very hot and full of himself. We get to my loft and we all have some drinks and get acquainted. He kept mentioning over and over how he knows that girls like us as very kinky and will do things no one else will. I smile and hand him another shot. After noticing just what he didn’t have in his pants, we go in my huge toy closet to prepare. We strip down, and both of us put on very big strap-ons. He laughs a bit and asks if we plan to use them on each other.  Of course  we do, but much later. When I explain they’re for him, he looks angry and goes to leave. 

Sadly for him, the drinks have made him dizzy. He wakes up restrained to my bed. We tease him without mercy about his tiny little dick. It’s sort of a cruel joke played on him by nature. He begins to beg, cry, and even scream for help. Such an amusing man! She began to fuck his face, while I pounded his ass. Can you imagine, he came all over himself making a mess of things. Without being told, he cleaned up his mess after we freed his hands. I feel it is up to the Mistress to tell a man what he wants, whether he likes it or not. 

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Written By: Lady Rayne

Having a cig is so satisfying. I love how my lips feel wrapped around a clove cigarette. I feel a tingling as I suck the smoke in deeply. It is so incredibly relaxing.

I can’t help but laugh when I see the look on your face. You aren’t imagining my lips around your worthless cock, but you’re thinking what it would be like to be me. You want to wear my sexy clothes, and have the same effect that I do on men. You can try. You can dress up like me, smoke like me, and even try to be a mistress. You aren’t me, and you never will be like me.

Do not fret, I have other uses for you. I need an ashtray. I so dislike having butts around my lovely loft. So many ashes and so much work. You’ll be down on your knees with your pretty little mouth open, and ready to take all my ashes. Anything that remotely is near my mouth you crave.

There you are in your lovely pink silk panties, patiently waiting for some ashes to fall in your mouth. I look at you, taking a long deep drag. You watch the smoke waft. You touch your little boy clitty as I put the cig out in your mouth. Good Girl!

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Written By: Lady Rayne

    Down on your knees slut, where you belong! I have been out getting my extreme needs met, while you stayed at home. You look so adorable in your pink lace bra and panties. Lady Rayne has a tasty treat for you in her beautiful, dripping wet pussy. You’ve been begging to be allowed to lick the cum out of me, haven’t you? I know your little secret. I know you’ve been licking the cum off my panties, but you need so much more. You need a huge load of cum from my tall, stunning man friend. You watch him when he is over, you pretend his cock is yours to suck and be fucked by. Not hardly, but you can lick his leftovers from my hot, wet, filled with cum pussy.

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Written By: Lady Rayne

            It’s late and you text me for advice. You are starting to have these sexy feeling for your male co-worker.  You turn red and gush when you talk about him. You tell me you aren’t gay and that you love women.  Lady Rayne knows the truth, she has always known the truth about you. You need a total make-over so your love interest will know the truth as well.

You arrive at my loft and immediately pour us some bubbly. You say that this is an occasion after all. No, you aren’t gay. You are just too funny sissy boy. I lay out your new clothes and you’re just giddy. All pink, white and frilly. Aren’t you just the cutest. I dress you, and apply your make-up. 

We head to my favorite dance club. You are on the floor bumping and grinding on this super hot, tall, well built man. I approach him and make us a date. You’re such a little sissy slut! Make your Mistress Lady Rayne proud!

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Written By: Lady Rayne

We all have dirty secrets. Even Lady Rayne, but this isn’t about me. There is so many dirty, sexy, taboo secrets that you feel you must keep to yourself. Why would you do that, when we could have a wonderful time discussing your secrets and acting them out. 

She left for the day and you head straight for her room. You don’t go in her hamper, but under the bed. In the tucked in corners, you find the dirtiest of panties. Panties drenched in all sorts of interesting fluids. You slowly sniff them, lick them, tasting her on your lips. 

You check her nightstand for a dildo. You put it to your mouth and taste her. With a huge sigh, you slide the dildo into your naughty ass. You hear some sounds downstairs. Is she home? That makes you fuck yourself even faster. You want her to catch you!

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Written By: Lady Rayne

      I love it when sex conventions come to my city. There is such an exciting feel to that time. I love looking at all the new porn, sex toys, and people watching.

An old friend of mine I hadn’t seen in years was there with her slave. She had him in just a thong, and he was collared. Between you and I, I believe he was pretending. I can tell a real sub by the way they look, speak and act. 

I made a deal with her to do a bit of a switch. She could have my very well behaved but tiresome slave, and I will take and train hers. After the convention, we all went for a few drinks with our slaves in tow. We went to a very slave/mistress friendly bar. We had a wonderful time and were a bit tipsy.

          Once I returned home, I began to train him. I was extremely harsh because he needed to learn his place. After flogging, a chastity belt, and a rather large butt plug, he learned his lesson well.

Are you a sub who has lost his Mistress because he misbehaved? Call Lady Rayne and be taught how to please your Mistress.

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Written By: Lady Rayne

                You have been staring at my lovely legs and feet all night. I was out running errands, and stopped at Aroma Therapy for a bite and some coffee. No one makes it like their barista. Hot, black and with the enticing smell of Chicory. You pay for my coffee and lunch which is quite amusing. Do you think that will buy me? What a loser you are! You keep staring, and while I am tempted to smack you in the face, I decide you would make an excellent foot slave. 

I leave you an address and a time. I strongly suggest that you aren’t late. You arrive, and the door is unlocked. I call your name, tell you to follow my voice. There you are, and the look on your face is priceless. Not quite what you saw at coffee shop. Is it loser? Now get down on your fucking knees and worship me in the fashion I am used to. You eyes immediately go to my patent stilettos, and you slowly being to lick them. I force the heel down your throat making you gag like a little pussy. Ho Hum, now you can and will do better than that.

Addicted to perfect stocking feet, shiny heels, and perfect legs in stockings and a garter? Then look no more, you have found the perfect Mistress. 

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Written By: Lady Rayne

    I talked my way into an extremely high paying job at Jacob and Stephens Law Firm. Seriously, I had no idea what the hell I was doing! I never went to law school or had the desire, but one thing I am is a great actress and bossy.

The partners were out for the day, and for the most part just had me answering phones till we could chat about the cases I would be taking on. While they were gone, I was truly bored. I decided it might be a good time to get dirt on Mr. Jacob, as eventually he would find out I was not a lawyer and my resume was fake.

Oh my, what do we have here? Mr. Jacob is a submissive, cock sucking pain freak. What a perfect opportunity to ditch this boring job, and make much more money. 

I showed up around noon the next day only to find him ready to fire me. He found nothing out but I was late on my second day. Now, that’s just a shame. I told him to put on the leash and collar that I took out of my desk drawer, and to get down on his knees. The look on his face said it all. Without hesitation, he obeyed my command. I told him to crawl to the door, lock it and shut his mouth. I really wasn’t quite sure if he was afraid I would blackmail him or if he was ready to fire his present Mistress. Little bit of both perhaps?

What I did know is this was the beginning of a very long and profitable relationship.

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Written By: Lady Rayne

I love this time of the year. Cocktail parties, shopping, out with good friends, and the anticipation of my slaves. I sometimes wonder who looks more forward to gift giving. My naughty boys or my nice boys? My gorgeous retro tree is up, and we are sipping Merlot. Next week is a special coming out party. One of my slaves has finally called my strap-on a cock after all my prodding and teasing. He officially loves balls, cock and being a jizz junkie. We went through Eros and found him his perfect fuck. When I told him he would have to share, he got extremely whiny. Lady Rayne detests whiny boys.

Are you naughty or nice? Let’s decide together.

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Written By: Lady Rayne