Smitten Kittens Steamy Journal

           I love to travel and spend as little time home as possible. I have several jobs and can take all of them on the road. I usually hire a house-sitter and have cams all over the loft to make sure she is doing as she should and to make a bit of extra cash selling her to the many pervs I know.

Written By: Malaya Max

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Written By: Harley

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  You are nothing but a pathetic waste of a man, quite fucking useless to me. You seem to have a problem when you are serving me and that problem needs to be done away with for your own good.

How that little pin dick gets so hard is a wonder to me, and your balls are grotesquely misshapen compared to your pin dick.  That being said, it is time I took them away from you along with any dignity you might have had left.

I could be kind, show some mercy and give you a castration pill or even some strong pain killers. I could, but I won’t. This is as much for me to let off some steam, and remove the unwanted flesh. Lay back on the table, feet in the metal table trays. Now you become obedient?  You see the smile on my beautiful face as I pick up a huge butcher knife…this is going to be a bloody, fun mess.  Say bye to your cock and balls, you pathetic swine.

 Deviant lady Rayne

Written By: Lady Rayne

When a caller begins to tell me their limitations they can more than fucking likely hear my beautiful eyes rolling. I don’t do limits and neither should you. You called me for so many reasons and I really don’t think it was to be your boring little vanilla bitch. Now that we have that settled let me tell you how things will go for men who “think” they have taboos in calls.

I will let you know who is really in charge of this call..MOI!  Then I will tease you and tell you all the fucking hot bloody things that get me off. You will start feeling helpless and under my control. Truthfully bitch, weren’t you always as soon as you saw me?

No pain soon will become pain, no beastiality will soon have you getting pounded by my horny Bull Mastiff, no one underage will take you younger than you ever imagined. Shall I keep going or do you get the picture? Yes, I thought so.

Deviant Bitch From Hell Malaya 

Written By: Malaya Max

                                    Hello My clean up sluts. Your Lady Rayne has had an intense night of fucking with one of the few men I consider to be my equal. I am exhausted and plan to spend the day in my warm bed with music, books and my phone. Perhaps an Irish Coffee would be glorious.

There is just one matter than needs taken care of. Cum is in my beautiful dark hair, in my pale cleavage and in my beautiful holes. I care not to get up so I need one of my slaves to clean me from head to  my adorable toes. I am in a wonderful mood and you don’t want that to change. I can go from cooing to violently mad in a heartbeat. 

                               Lady Rayne

Written By: Lady Rayne

     Goth girls have always been your weakness from the top of our ever changing hair color, to our porcelain skin down to our perfect boot covered feet. In school, you craved us but were scared but now you are ready to play and there is no stopping your lust. Men say I am that white powder on their mirror next to the blade that is so addicting but they can’t stop. They promise themselves just one more time and they’ll  be done. 

No one else knows your deviant sexual urges like I do. That other addiction you can’t speak of, more addicting than any drug out there. That fateful night you found “that” site the one you couldn’t fucking look away from. You even prayed for help, help that it would be gone when you went back because you are too weak to stop on your own. It wasn’t gone was it? Pathetic really, yet exciting.

I am the devil on your shoulder that urges you on, just one more time. I am the voice you can’t forget that understands your craving. I am the succubus from hell that will never let you give up those twisted desires because you only live once now! 

                  Goth Girl Ivy 

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     When a caller is looking for a specific fetish involving slow torture and snuff, I am the one they want. I have no qualms about blood and bodily fluids and I get completely into the scenario. Perhaps, too fucking into it I am told. I had one last night that left me for awhile, but they always come back as no one does it better than moi.

My caller was quite intelligent and clearly has a vivid imagination. Two qualities I adore in a man and if it was real or imagination I will leave you to guess, ponder and get off too. 

Five stunning women were not exactly what they professed to be in their adoration for him. He is a rich fucker, so that might say it all. He invited me over for some drinks and he told me what he needed to feel fulfilled and Karma had been served. That would be in the form of torture and snuff. I love it when our minds come together. After a few lines, I was ready to play.

       The implements of torture and slow demise we of my choosing. Thinking about my “work” and running it all back in my mind is getting me very fucking excited. You? You might think now is a good time to call and do a vanilla suck and fuck call, fucking doubtful dick weasel. You want details, but of course then I am ready to play.

Maleficent Malaya For Snuff Play

Written By: Malaya Max

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       I seriously fucking hate malls. I would blow them all up if I could get away with it. Men buy me jewelry  and pay extra so I can have them checked out yearly. Why? Come on fucker, you know these little fists pack quite a punch. Unfortunately, time got away from me and I had to go during holifuckingday insanity. So whatever, people everywhere and not looking where they were going. Tres bete!

Written By: Malaya Max

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         A few of my callers will ask why I leave around midnight as I am clearly an after
 hours girl. After playing deviant games with you fuckers, I have other even more depraved plans for my night. You won’t see me getting into bed, anyone’s bed till the sun comes up.

If you are wondering just how someone gets me into bed, they must have something I crave or need. My fuck buddies are musicians, artists, and men I can stomp on to climb the ladder going down to hell. You? I don’t know what can you do for me. Nothing? Then fuck off! You’re in the never will touch my beautiful body category. 

Tonight I am off to a combination Burlesque and sex show. The main show is first then if you didn’t pay a small fortune you are gone.  Go find yourself a cheap crack head whore, if you can get it up again.  Loser!  Unless, of course, you are willing to submit to every and anything I demand. Later bitches.

Written By: Malaya Max

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I love sitting back with a smoke after a long session with my obedient little

slut. I leave “her” to the cleaning up of my play room while I sit on my balcony with my Ashtray Boy. He is on his knees with his mouth open wide and his tongue out. He stares at my ciggy, the smoke wafting around me and my lips in anticipation for my ashes to get to that point where I need use of his ashtray mouth. He is like a happy puppy waiting for mistress.  

Sometimes he gets way to anxious and I have to kick him away with my stiletto boot heel and you can guess where that just was.  I see a butt from my ciggy on the concrete of my balcony and it looks like Ashtray Boy missed one from my last party. I grab him by his hair and push him to the floor to eat the butt and any trace of ashes. I can’t stand disobedience.

I put my ciggy out on Ashtray Boy’s tongue and go back inside to make sure my playroom is spotless or “she” might get the flogger.

 Cruel Mistress Lady Rayne @Deviantladyrayne@aol.com

Written By: Lady Rayne