Smitten Kittens Steamy Journal

Don’t you love it when we all get together for Christmas and rent out the Summer Camp grounds we met at? It has snowed again since we arrived making the snow virgin white. Do you remember when you were a counselor here and after kissing me the first night at meet and greet you thought I was a Jr. counselor and not a camper.  You were so worried I would tell, but what you didn’t know was unlike this snow, I wasn’t a virgin.

You and I both are married now and I am the trophy wife of the man who made the wonderful weekend happen. Everyone is in the den, a fire is going and we are chatting about old times at Camp Waters. You keep looking over and me, your eyes follow me wherever I go. 

It is getting late and we have an exciting day tomorrow. The snowmobiles will be here at 6am and someone has be awake to receive them.  We all go to our rooms to get some sleep but around 1 am I quietly slip into your room. We have never been caught and I don’t plan on that happening now. I put my hand over your mouth and tell you you need your mouth right now so please don’t make me use a gag to quiet the sounds of pleasure you always make. Your cock immediately stiffens thinking about the games of bondage we played even when I was in my teens. You taught me well.

  Give yourself the gift of Dirty Daphne this Christmas!

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Written By: Dirty Daphne

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           Welcome to Ivy’s Freak Show. One never knows the deviant, decadent wonders they might find. There is nothing I won’t do if it titillates my demented mind. Please don’t bore me with your vanilla sex or you might just look down to find your balls in my pale hands being twisted and pulled. Of course, some of you might just like that. You know who you are!

If you are lucky it might be a night I have tricked some underage twats to perform for you. Want to see two little cunts stripping down and doing unspeakable acts to each other? Then again, maybe I will invite some of my friends to use and abuse you like a little bitch. One never knows the freakish delights I have to offer, for a price. Oh yes, it will fucking cost you with your bank accounts and your sanity.

What are you waiting for? Scared? I can’t say I blame you. I bring strong men to their knees and weak men do things they never imagined they could.  Pick up that phone, you have nothing to lose but what is left of your souls.

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Written By: Poison Ivy

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   Did you ever have one of those days when you wake up and find there is bodies in your bed and all over your loft? I know what you’re thinking but “no” they are all alive and more than likely well as I just had one of my unforgettable parties. There is one dude laying with his face buried in my snatch and another with whip marks on his ass and back. I wish I could remember a little more but C’est la Vie.

I stumble to the kitchen and see the coffee is already made. Looks like one of these bitches is a keeper. It is strong, hot and black just like I like it. The sun is already going down and it is time to clear out my loft. I walk around kicking the bodies till everyone is gone except the one I flogged. I lick the bloody marks off his back which makes me wetter than fuck. I need my cunt cleaned so I roll him over and sit on his face. He is mumbling something but who the fuck knows what.

His cock is big, thick and hard. Why not. I ride him screaming like a banshee as my hands go around his neck. I squeeze harder, and harder till we both cum. He begs and pleads for me to keep him, he will do anything for me. Maybe? Except I can’t control my sweet little hands as I finish him off.  I have these urges you see, why not join me and be my pain slut till I get sick of you.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

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   You know I am a mutilate, slice and chop it off kind of chick but sometimes a shiny new implement is called for. This doesn’t happen often but when I see a pair of trophy balls there are decisions to be made on just how slowly I will annihilate them.

He had no fucking idea who he was dealing with. He thought I was a little bitch who didn’t know her way around an elastrator. He dared to think I was a fuck toy for him to use. Just because knives and blood are my preference it doesn’t mean I am not schooled in the art of castration. What is man but a stud who once he has outlived his worth castration is the only answer.

After some playful ball tugging, slapping and twisting, he was eager to be banded.  Somehow he thought that would make our fucking better. Like a junkie when he ties off to get his veins popping out and then that rush when the belt is loosened up.  He thought we were just playing.  Maybe he was playing, but me? Not so much!

    I don’t think he understood my little game of tease and destroy. His balls began to swell over the bands where my removing them would cause some nicks on those trophy balls. I do love that option but then again to leave them banded so no blood flows to them and they eventually shrivel and fall off. Decisions, decisions.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

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      You need it dark , violent, satanic and out right sick: and at those times, only Moi will do. I am not some sweet submissive type goth chick looking for her goth boi. I am dark, I am the night terrors you had as a child that never went away. I don’t seek love, I seek total submission and the sounds of screams echoing through my basement. My shiny collection of knives and swords aren’t just for show, they are for torture and blood splatter.

You asked to play in my world, silly boy don’t you know that is like calling for the Cenobites from their sadomasochistic underworld. “Come To Mommy” she wants to play with you. I need to show you the strange excitement of coming while expiring like sour milk. You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you?

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

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  Men tell me I have the most angelic face, and they couldn’t imagine me being anything but sweet. Looks can be very deceiving can’t they? I am anything but a sweet, innocent submissive chick. Just for fun, why don’t you give it a fucking try. Ask me out to go see a chick flick, bring me pink roses and gift certificates to mundane stores and restaurants. Let’s just see what that gets you? 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

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There is always the one disobedient sissy slave that doesn’t seem to understand his place. He loves dressing up but needs to be forced to properly suck and take a magnificent cock. My newest seems to think he is a cross-dresser that gets to fuck his Lady Rayne.  Pathetic, is it not? I found it rather amusing when he belonged to another Mistress, but as mine it is becoming annoying.

He came to my den for his nightly inspection.  His legs were smooth, his makeup perfect, his wig crooked and I won’t even begin to to tell you how he walked in his heels. As usual, he got things partially right.  When he saw my displeasure he dropped to his knees and began to beg. I slapped his face as his makeup was beginning to smear from his useless tears.

The door opened and three huge men appeared. I sat back in my chair, smoked a relaxing Djarum as they began to tear off his frilly pink undergarments. His cries were hilariously pathetic.  Was it wrong for me to laugh? He will learn his place after tonight.

Written By: Lady Rayne

I have been training a new slave for several months. He is progressing quite well. He has been tortured and whipped. He is trained to submit to my commands, to worship my body, and to serve my every need and desire. I have tested his obedience and devotion. Recently, I rewarded him. I placed a collar around his neck. He wears it with pride.  Now, it is time to take it to that next step.

Yesterday, I had a lavish ceremony with a few of my most beautiful girlfriends. An enthusiastic audience adds to his humiliation. I pierced my slave’s nipples and his balls. I got excited when he winced in pain and begged for mercy. I own him. He is my property. A gold ring was placed in each of his nipples. I can attach a chain between his nipples and his balls. When he gets out of line, or just for my amusement, I will tug on that chain to inflict pain. Don’t feel too sorry for him. The pain causes an erection and his balls to flood with cum. I control his orgasms.

The piercings mark him and remind him that he is my property even when not in presence. He is my submissive, my slave, my property. The piercings are a symbol of our Mistress/slave relationship. A symbol similar to a wedding ring demonstrating our bond and commitment.

Written By: Mistress KoKo

  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

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 Hello My Pets,

  Are you licking your tablet screen again. Shame on you when you can call, hear my seductive voice and be told just how I want my porcelain ass worshiped. Get down on your knees and spread my beautiful, silky cheeks. Lick up and down my soft crack till your hungry tongue finds my tight rosebud. 

I let you savor my taste for a while before I show you beyond any doubt who the fuck is in charge with me. I grab the back of your head and hold that tongue with my tight ass muscles.  Ah, do I need to tie your hands bitch? I can tell you’re  trying to rub your cock and I promise you that will not happen tonight or ever.  

The holidays are almost here and possibly you can earn the privilege of cumming for me with tips, and gifts. Possibly being the keyword, loser.  Now, get back to rimming my sweet ass! You are far from finished slut.

Deviant Lady Rayne

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