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Rubber Ducky, You’re the One!

December 15th, 2009 Comments off

0156400-dOoo, what’s that?

Isn’t he adorable? That is the Santa Duckie Ornament from Big Teaze Toys’s I Rub My Duckie line.

What’d it come in?

As you can see, Santa Duckie comes in a clear plastic ornament box decorated with silver snowflakes.  The back wall is blue and the floor is, too.

They really don’t want that little guy rattling around in there, though.  He’s tied up and taped and tacky glued to the molded plastic mount inside the box.

How’s it made? Read more…

I iz here!

December 15th, 2009 9 comments

Huzzah! The kitti has landed!

First off… a big thank you to Melen and to rayne for inviting me over here. very flattering and it’ll be nice to blog somewhere with friends.

I suppose a first post should be somewhat of an introduction?

So I’m kitti… I’m English. At the time of writing this, I am 23. I am… undefinable.

I have been  kinky for all of my sexual life. My first foray into kink outside of the slightly bent vanilla stuff was in late 2005. I met up with someone via and he caned me, flogged me, held me by the throat, cropped me and introduced me to retraints, decorative bondage and erotic photography.

I was well and truly bitten by the BDSM bug. I visited with him several times over the next couple of years and he introduced me to a few other things like clamps and knife play and choking.

During this time I explored the interwebz! Somebody sent me to and they mentioned IRC. I googled IRC and BDSM and found

Ended up doing a long-distance relationship with someone in Alaska… Wore his collar for  a little under two years, spent my 21st birthday with him watching wildlife amongst the glaciers, spent new year’s eve in the snow in AK… Lovely..

That relationship ended, in part, because I needed more control and ownership than he was comfortable with. The subsequent relationship was very much Owner/pet. For a year or so, I was happily collared and, with him, I discovered my need for the darker elements of play.

With him I discovered a fondness for knives, blood, rape, slapping, choking and the harsher sides of control. With him I realised I needed ownership, plain and simple.

I am now in such a relationship.  My relationship with DK (daddy_keeper) differs from the others on this site because it is an asexual, unloving one. DK has a primary partner (referred to as M) with whom he is in love. He also has control over another girl (P) who fulfils a service and a masochist role. I believe she falls into the role of non-romantic slave.

I fall into whatever role DK puts me in. I am his property.

I feel I should use this post as a bit of a disclaimer. A lot of my writing will contain subject matter that some people may feel uncomfortable reading. It involves a lot of violence (the first time we played, he broke my rib), a lot of conditioning and a lot of brain washing. I don’t have limits, I don’t have a safeword and I certainly cannot walk away from this relationship. To most people, the places we are going to go would be considered abuse. It’s not for us. Abuse cannot exist in this relationship.

rayne referred to us as extreme… It’s probably not a bad word. It’s just not how we see it. It’s the only way we can relate to each other. Please don’t be alarmed, please be constructive with your comments. I don’t mind if you don’t agree with me but please don’t tell me I am being abused… I’ve covered that here.  Please don’t tell me I can leave… I’ve covered that.

Other than that… Feel free to comment on any rambling and if I mix words up, please don’t point it out. Chances are that I’ve already noticed and kicked myself for it! See you in the comments! 😀

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e[lust] #3

December 15th, 2009 Comments off
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But, You Said This Was Okay!

December 15th, 2009 4 comments

Being up with the storm outside sucks.  Really, it does.  I would love to sleep.  And in my insomnia mixed with fear of the storm, I was browsing Fetlife.  This is ALWAYS a smart idea at 12:45 in the morning.  I came across a thread that struck my fancy because of the fact that it is absolutely absurd.  The topic is sensitive and the play is acceptable in our circle, but the question that was posed was just ludicrous.

The topic involved a liability waiver for a rape scene.  The need for such a waiver would be to cover the play rapists ass in case the play victim loses his/her shit and decides to call rape on the “rapist.”  In the ideal world, this would be great.  Going to court and proving that you did not rape her because she signed a waiver saying that she consented to being raped will get you off without more than a slap on the wrist.


In the real world, this is what happens.  You take it too far.  Your partner absolutely loses his/her mind.  He/She says that everything is fine and upon leaving goes to the police and reports rape.  You are approached by the police and asked if this happened and if you raped him/her.  You say that you indeed did rape her because she signed a contract.  The police arrest you.  You go to court.  The judge sends you to jail and you get raped without a waiver by a big man named Bubba.

The fact is that even with a waiver, you aren’t safe in any instance.  If you pursue this type of play, or any play for that matter, in the world of BDSM, you should be highly familiar with your partner.  If you have any doubt in your mind to the mental capacity or state of your partner, you should use your common sense and not pursue play.  The only thing a waiver is going to do is give you a false sense of security that if something goes horribly wrong, your ass is safe.  It is not and never will be.

People need to use more common sense and not depend on paper and pen to say “hey, she signed her name in blood so this is okay!”  Wrong.

Moral of the story: Know your partner and if you have any doubts, do not pursue.

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Seven Years and Counting

December 15th, 2009 11 comments

wedding“I want it to say something about obeying.”

“Well, obviously.”

I smiled up at you.  “T’s gonna hate it.”

“He’ll get over it.”

“You’d think he’d be used to it by now.”  I remarked as I flipped a page in the magazine.  “Here it is! This is what I want to wear.”

I pointed to a vampy purple and black dress and you turned your nose up at me.

“Something white.”


“We’re getting married, Rayne.  Something white.”

I heaved a weighty sigh and you laughed.  “It’s supposed to be my day, you know.”

“I still own your ass.”

I smirked and flipped another page.  “How ’bout this?”

“Oh, I like that.”

It was white with baby blue trim.  Girly beyond belief.  Not something I would normally wear, but that’s true of any dress, girly or otherwise.

The day came and went and we never did order that dress.  But I wasn’t bothered.  Money was tight and the important thing was that I now legally belonged to you.

Everything that could go wrong, did.  No one could agree on a day.  We couldn’t afford the perfect dress.  Or any venue other than the store.

Our reception was a potluck dinner.

Our witnesses were mostly strangers.

The best presents we received came from people we didn’t even know.

But here we are.  Seven years later.  Still loving each other just as fiercely as the day we took our vows.

I love you exceedingly more than I did on that day, Master.  I’m not sure how it’s possible.  But it’s true.

Happy anniversary, my love.

~Your pig whore

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