To Love the Hand That Binds You (Songbird & d20)
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				Title: <strong>To Love the Hand That Binds You (Songbird &amp; d20)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songbird</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 03:37:33</strong>
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				She would always remember that first day, the day when she had first walked down the bright, clean hallways of the great house, her new shoes clicking upon the shining marble floor. Katrina, or Kitty, remembered looking about in wonder, her blue eyes absorbing every detail of this world which was so new, so unlike the dirty, crowded orphanage she had known as home. She had looked up at the tall gentleman who held her hand as he led her through the rich, pristine corridors, smiling at her with an almost parental kindness, a warmth in his eyes which made her willing to trust him.<br><br>“My nephew is very lonely, Kitty. He lost his parents many years ago, and he has difficulty trusting people. You will live here and help keep him company. You will have a very good life here. Good food, a nice room, toys, books. Anything you could ever want. Just be good to Gideon. I know he will come to rely upon you in time.”<br><br>Kitty had looked up at the man and silently nodded, though she would not understand the full import of his words until years later. It was May, late spring, and through every open window came the heady scent of newly-bloomed lilacs. She would never forget that fragrance, nor ever get enough of it. The sweet, heavenly scent of lilacs.<br><br>Coming to a door, the man opened it and ushered the girl into what appeared to be a small library or study, the room furnished with comfortable reading chairs, a desk, a low table and walls lined with shelves for books and interesting artifacts. Kitty’s blue eyes widened with awe at the sight of so many books, but soon her attention was drawn to something else entirely. Or rather, someone. Though the lamplight was faint and the curtains closed, she could make out the form of what appeared to be a boy sitting in one of the large armchairs. He appeared to be lost in thought, staring into the shadows and seemingly unaware that the others had entered. He was as still and solitary as a statue, and Kitty wondered if this was the lonely boy the man had spoken of.<br><br>“Gideon, this is Kitty. She’s going to live here with you to keep you company, so be kind to her. Won’t you make her feel welcome?”<br><br>At first the boy made no sign of having heard his uncle, but slowly, deliberately, he rose from his seat and walked towards them with measured, deliberate steps, his bearing proud and even taller than Kitty had suspected. As the lamplight shone more strongly upon him, the girl’s eyes widened with surprise to find herself in the presence of so handsome a boy. Not only that, but a boy several years older, and who bore every sign of a privileged upbringing. He seemed to tower over her, an impression made all the stronger by his proud, cold expression and the way his eyes seemed to study and appraise every inch of her. Kitty blushed and fidgeted nervously as she was silently scrutinized, her feline ears twitching and her long tail waving from side to side.<br><br>Eventually the boy asked “You are a Felinnai?”<br><br>Kitty nodded, replying with a soft “Yes.”<br><br>The boy looked at her silently for a moment, his expression revealing just a hint of ironic humor. “And your name is… ‘Kitty?’”<br><br>The rosy flush in Kitty’s cheeks grew still deeper, the girl answering “My name is Katrina, but most people call me Kitty.”<br><br>“I see.”<br><br>Once more the boy studied her in silence, his impression of her becoming more favorable than he had anticipated. She was a pretty girl, with pale, creamy skin, azure blue eyes, and sleek black hair which mirrored that of her ears and tail. He wondered if it would not be interesting to have such a companion, a Felinnai girl with no reason to betray him. Perhaps she could be trusted.<br><br>Kitty’s eyes had fallen from his, but when they once more rose to his face, she was startled to see a change in his expression. To an uninterested observer, his face had hardly changed at all, but the unusually perceptive girl felt as though she were being given a glimpse past his proud, hard exterior. She thought she saw hints of vulnerability in his eyes, of uncertainty, of a gnawing loneliness which she too had felt so often before. Yes, even in a crowded, noisy orphanage, one could be lonely. In that instant, young Kitty felt as though she had found a kindred soul, and while her nervousness had not wholly subsided, she became inexplicably sure that she belonged here. Here with him.<br><br>&nbsp;The boy held out his hand, his voice low and as solemn as though he were making a vow. “I am Lord Gideon Lucius Burke, but you will call me ‘Master.’”<br><br>Without hesitation, Kitty reached out and placed her hand in his, feeling the warmth of his fingers as she whispered “Yes.” She would never forget that moment. Standing within that dimly lighted room, holding hands with the boy who from that day forward would be her master. And, perhaps most clearly of all, the sweet, intoxicating scent of lilacs.<br><br><hr><br>Kitty sighed happily as she slept, her mind blissfully occupied with a dream she had enjoyed many times before. Once more she saw herself in a beautiful, pure white gown, her veil unable to hide the beauty of her face or the rosy glow in her cheeks. Her master stood facing her before the altar, also in purest white, and the smile upon his face was almost enough to make her go weak in the knees. Oh, how she loved his smile. How she loved every atom of his being. The priest guided them in their exchange of vows, each swearing a sacred oath of undying love and fidelity. Then came the moment she had longed for, and Kitty could feel her heart beating wildly within her chest as her master gently pulled back the veil from her face, revealing blue eyes which sparkled with happy tears. As he drew her into his protective embrace, the girl looked into his eyes with pure adoration, her voice suffused with love as she whispered “Master…” and closed her eyes to receive the kiss which would bind them as one for all eternity.<br><br>As the dream ended, Kitty could feel herself being drawn once more into the world of reality, the girl releasing little moans and sighs before her eyes fluttered open to meet a new day. Gentle morning sunlight streamed through the windows, and beyond the panes she could hear the sweet and varied melodies of songbirds. Kitty smiled and sighed. Yes, today was going to be a lovely day. The girl rolled over beneath the soft sheets to cuddle against her master, a little surprised that he had not yet awakened her as he usually did to give her his love. But to her surprise she found his side of the bed empty, and Kitty sat up with a puzzled expression upon her face. Hearing and seeing no sign of him, she called out “Master?” before turning back and catching sight of a sheet of notepaper upon her bedside table. Recognizing her master’s handwriting – which she had always admired for its beauty – Kitty took up the note and read:<br><br><em>Kitty,<br><br>I have some business in the city this morning. I will return shortly, so be a good girl until I get back. Rest well. I would hate to tire you out again so early in the day.<br><br>Love,<br><br>Your Master</em><br><br>Kitty smiled as she drank in her master’s words as though they were a sacred gift, kissing the note and pressing it over her heart before laying it aside and throwing off the covers so she could stand and stretch. Dressed in a sheer, pink nighty which did nothing to conceal the curves and treasures of her body, she raised her arms above her head and arched her back, even her long, black tail stiffening momentarily as she enjoyed the dual pleasure of stretching while bathed in warm sunlight. Relaxing with a satisfied sigh, Kitty entered the luxurious bathroom she shared with her master, tossing her nighty into the hamper as she prepared for a hot shower.<br><br>Many years had passed since Kitty had first arrived and come under her master’s care, and her body had developed the ripe curves of young womanhood which were as tempting as a juicy peach ready for plucking. Her shape was exquisite and delectable, with full, ample breasts, a slender, tapering waist, and curving hips which flowed so smoothly into round, firm buttocks. Though her curves were luscious, the delicacy of her limbs and frame gave the girl a decided air of vulnerability, and the beauty of her face, with her large blue eyes so full of youthful wonder, gave the impression of purity and innocence despite the temptation she unwittingly aroused in those around her.<br><br>Savoring the delights of the warm water flowing over her body, Kitty washed her long, black hair with one of the many scented shampoos she had to choose from, closing her eyes as she pretended that it was her master’s fingers which ran through her silky locks. It had been a long time since she had last bathed without him, and already she could feel the yearning within her body which could only be satisfied by his touch. Washing her tail and ears in the same manner – being careful not to get any water in the latter – Kitty focused next on her face and body, the sweet scent of vanilla filling the air as she bathed every inch of her soft, creamy skin. More than once she was tempted to pleasure herself as her hands passed over her pert, rosy nipples or smooth, hairless sex, but she knew she was forbidden to take such liberties without her master’s permission, and she prayed that he would return soon to bless her with his love.<br><br>Turning off the water and wringing as much as she could from her hair, Kitty stepped out of the shower to dry herself, rubbing her hair and body vigorously with a soft towel. Again, she found herself wishing that it was her master’s hands instead of her own which now caressed her, her cheeks flushing as she remembered how he would tease and tempt her even after they had just recovered from the heights of pleasure. Wrapping the towel around herself, she passed through a second door to the room which had once been her own bedroom, and which still contained the majority of her belongings. Kitty had not slept there since her master had commanded that she spend every night safe in his arms, but she used it daily to primp and prepare herself for the day.<br><br>After combing her long hair before a mirror until it was silky smooth, the girl opened the doors to an enormous walk-in closet and stepped inside. What should she wear? She had an incredible number of options, including pretty, everyday dresses, skimpy lingerie, titillating costumes, formalwear, and more modest dresses for when male company was expected. Her master liked to keep her body safe from the prying eyes of other men. Then there was her prized collection of collars, all of them different in color, materials, or design. It was a ritual between Kitty and her master that every morning he would choose which collar she was to wear that day, fastening it around her throat and making her feel as though she truly were his most precious possession. Each collar had a matching leash, and the girl felt nothing but pride and longing as she thought of her master snapping one into place and drawing her close for a kiss. Oh, if only he would come home soon!<br><br>As it was such a beautiful, warm day, and no male company was expected, Kitty settled upon a short, gauzy dress of white cotton, the hem of which barely reached past her rear. It had small, puffed, off-the-shoulder sleeves and fastened closed down the front with a row of ivory buttons, each one carved into the shape of a white rose. Underneath she wore white panties of the same gauzy cotton, trimmed with a ruffle of white lace and tied closed upon each hip with a silk ribbon. Her master liked side-tying panties because they were so easily removed, and as she tied each side closed, Kitty imagined him pushing her to the bed and soon casting the skimpy garment aside. Added to these were white, thigh high stockings trimmed with lace, a bracelet of white pearls, a white silk rose clipped just beneath her left ear, and a white ribbon tied into a bow at the end of her tail. As a finishing touch, the girl applied just a dab of a vanilla-scented perfume to her neck and wrists.<br><br>After looking herself over in the mirror to be sure that all was right and would be pleasing to her master, Kitty left the closet, making her way back through the bathroom to her master’s bedroom to wait for his return. Sitting upon a window seat, she impulsively threw open the casement to take in the full beauty and freshness of spring. Propping her elbows upon the window ledge, her face cupped in her hands, the girl dreamily took in the sights, sounds, and scents of the palatial garden and front lawn below. The fragrance of lily of the valley and freshly mown grass, the singing of the birds and the whisper of the wind through the trees, the vivid colors of the plants and flowers below, and the warmth of the sunshine all seemed to combine to increase Kitty’s pleasure, and she hoped that her master would allow them to spend some time outside that day. Soon the lilacs would bloom again. Soon the anniversary of their first meeting would be celebrated anew. Springtime, lilacs, and love. The three seemed inseparable. <em>Come home soon, Master.</em><br><br>The sound of footsteps below awakened Kitty from her daydream, and looking down she was surprised and delighted to see Elinor Ashwode cutting through the garden by means of a shortcut. Elinor was a young noblewoman in her mid-twenties who owned the neighboring estate, and who often passed through the Burke estate coming to or from town. A woman whose no-nonsense attitude made her appear older than she was, Elinor had a handsome, intelligent face, with skeptical brown eyes and long brown hair drawn back into a single braid. Though she could afford much better, she preferred simple, hardwearing clothing to fine court gowns, and only wore the latter when strictly necessary. Today she was dressed in a simple ensemble of long skirt, blouse, jacket, and walking boots, striding deliberately – Elinor did all things with deliberation – towards her own estate. <br><br>Waving, Kitty happily called out “Hi, Ellie! Isn’t it a beautiful day?” causing the unstartleable brunette to stop and look up. Elinor disliked pet names, but she had a sort of pitying affection for Kitty, so she stopped and returned a more reserved wave and greeting. “Hello, Katrina. Yes, it is a very fine day today.”<br>“Are you coming back from town?”<br>“Yes, I was just visiting the bookshop. Nothing I didn’t already have, though.”<br>“That’s too bad.”<br><br>Elinor remained silent, as though waiting for something, then asked “So, where’s the pervert this morning?”<br>“Pervert?” Kitty’s guileless blue eyes widened with astonishment. “What pervert?”<br>“You know.” Elinor replied with a scornful furrowing of her brow. “Gideon. ‘Master.’”<br>“Oh!” Kitty replied at the clarification. “Master had to go to town this morning on business, but he shouldn’t be gone long.” Pausing with a puzzled look on her face, she added “But… Master isn’t a pervert.”<br>Elinor scowled. “He keeps you locked indoors when he’s away, and takes you for walks as though you were a dog with a collar and leash. What would you call it?”<br>“That’s not perverted.” Kitty quickly replied. “Master just wants to keep me safe in case there are bad men around.”<br>“Bad men…” Elinor scoffed. “Right.”<br><br>The two women remained in an awkward silence for some time, Kitty’s ears drooping sadly until Elinor asked “Have you read that book I gave you yet?” Elinor had given Kitty a book promoting Felinnai emancipation a few months ago for her seventeenth birthday.<br>Kitty looked distinctly nervous, her cheeks flushing as she answered “No. No, not yet.” She had not the heart to tell Elinor that her master had confiscated the book soon afterwards.<br>“Well, make sure that you do. You could learn a lot.”<br>“O-okay…”<br><br>Again there was an awkward silence as Kitty tried to come up with a different topic of conversation, but just at that moment a horse-drawn carriage appeared through the distant gate. A horse-drawn carriage bearing the Burke family crest.<br>“It’s Master!” Kitty cried, her face alight with purest joy. “Master’s home!”<br>“Oh dear,” Elinor sighed “that’s my cue to leave. Give him my best, won’t you?”<br>“I will!” Kitty replied enthusiastically, completely missing her friend’s attempt at sarcasm. “Goodbye, Ellie! Stop by again soon, okay?”<br>“Goodbye, Katrina. Take care of yourself.” As the girl vanished from the window, Elinor sighed and shook her head, making her way back towards her own estate at an even quicker pace. “Poor, silly girl.”<br><br>There was a rule which forbade Kitty from running down the stairs, in case she should hurt herself, but in her joy and eagerness to greet her master, the girl promptly forgot that such a rule had ever existed. She flew down the stairs as if on the wings of love, her long hair and tail flying out behind her, her luscious breasts bouncing with every step. Soon she was in the great hall, and Kitty waited with breathless anticipation for her beloved master to appear, yearning to be once more clasped against his heart.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Kitty</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1307.photobucket.com/albums/s591/sweetlysongbird/5abb4c8bd165d92377c6d59ebcacda55_zpse7821c67.jpeg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Love the Hand That Binds You (Songbird &amp; d20)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>d20</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 19:18:48</strong>
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				<br>There were always those moments in life that one could never forget. Always keyed to some strong emotion, be it love, lust, anger, jealously and everything in between, they were those most profound and life changing moments that would never lay forgotten for long. Oft times they would rise, unbidden, to the surface and make one relive them all over again. Sometimes there were triggers; little keys to the memory that once experienced again released those memories. Try as he might, Gideon Lucius Burke was not immune to such triggers or emotions. <br><br>He didn’t even fully realize that he was having one of those moments until it hit him full in the face like load of bricks. It was that sweet scent of spring, of flowers blooming and the world rousing from its winter’s rest that caused his mind’s eye to turn towards those moments long ago. More often than not they felt as if they had happened long ago, almost in another life. Gideon had been a different person then, made up of equal parts wrath and loneliness. The taste of despair was like bile on his tongue, a gut wrenching remorse of losing those one truly held dear. He had thought for many a year that was the only taste he would ever know.<br><br>Some had said the day that his parents had died so too did Gideon. Not in the physical sense but one of a more spiritual nature, perhaps even his soul. No one had seen the boy shed a single tear during it all, though neither did they see him hidden away in the darkness of that massive great house, whispering prayers to whatever gods would listen to give him back what he had lost. On the surface Gideon appeared the proper young man, he hid his emotional scars all too well behind a polish mask of stoic, aristocratic grace.<br><br>That was, until one day, those cold green eyes fell upon the one person that would change his world for the better. Who would have thought it would be a Felinnai, a girl of all things, a simple orphan who was to be his companion, his personal maid and whatever else he could imagine. It was in those few short minutes of their initial meeting that the shield that Gideon and erected about himself shook and started to crack; it wasn’t made of as stern of stuff as he had imagined after all.<br><br>It was amusing how a smell could draw out the image of something, in this case the most beautiful smile he had ever or would ever see again. Kitty, the sweet young Felinnai had been brought to him as a kitten and at his side had blossomed into a thing of pure beauty. Even just the thought of her could start his heart racing; the profound emotions that she roused within him were almost too much to bear at times. In a short span of time she had managed to turn his life around, to bring the young boy from his shell and see him blossom himself. <br><br><em>Kitty</em>. <br><br>Another thing she always brought to mind was the word, <strong>first</strong>.<br><br>She had been the first of many things in his life. Together they had experienced so many firsts, a first kiss, a first whisper of affection, the first time he had blessed her with his love. With each breath he found himself relieving those moments and more, the sweet scent of life anew filling his lungs and mind. <br>It was like the old saying; fondness always did make the heart grow stronger. While it had only been a few short hours of the early morning, Gideon felt like it had been a grueling eternity. Being a man of respect and privilege had its own prices though, as did Business. When his parents’ lives were cut drastically short, Gideon had inherited a fortune, both in land, title, and fiscal wealth. But all too shortly he became aware of the downfalls of money and what kind of attention it attracted. That was when the betrayals first started; all too quickly the innocence of youth was crushed under the oppressive thumb of greed and avarice. Sometimes he still wished he had burnt it all down and left the rubble for the crows, but then again while money could not entirely buy happiness it could very easily buy comfort. <br><br>Instead of letting his fortune go to waste by the hands of greedy relatives Gideon took his future into his own hands. Within a few short years and with help from the few people he could trust, namely his Uncle and Kitty, Gideon had found himself to be a rather tactful and master businessman. It was all a game really; he needn’t the money, though he easily started to rack it in hand over fist. Still, it was just a game, much like poker, it was the simple thrill of it all at the end of the day. Today was not one of those days; unfortunately, Gideon had yet to taste the sweet nectar of labors. Most brutally of all, business called him away from his precious Kitten without so much as a kiss, though he had smoothed the hair from her closed eyes and placed a most gentle kiss upon her brow, whispering a promise to return soon even as he wrote out a simple letter and left it on her nightstand.<br><br>With his business concluded, Gideon was in a certain rush to return to his estate and to Kitty. It was common knowledge that he had a prized possession in Kitty, while he did make sure she was kept from the lewd, prying eyes of other men, Gideon was not ashamed of his love for the sweet little Felinnai. He enjoyed the looks some would give them as he held onto the leash that connected to the collar wrapped about Kitty’s graceful throat; at least he could tell those were the honest ones. But for now the idea of others and what they thought of him and his sweet Kitten were far from his mind; all he could think of now were those blue eyes, as deep as the ocean and just as easy to get lost into.<br><br>The carriage came to a slow, jolting halt before the gate leading to the Burke estate, drawing Gideon from his reverie and back into the real world. With a sigh he drew himself up, straightening his proud shoulders and back. It didn’t take long at all for the gate to open and the carriage to start off again once more, much to his delight. He felt a flutter within his breast, a sheer delight as the anticipation set in all the more. No doubt Kitty would be up and waiting for him, bathed and gleaming in her pale radiance like an Angel sent from the heavens. He simply couldn’t help himself; long, slender fingers brushed back the simple curtain that covered the window of his carriage and a pair of gleaming emerald orbs peered out from behind of spray of golden locks. The light caught both his eyes and hair and set them ablaze, as if they his eyes were a pair of polished emeralds and his hair spun from gold. <br><br>Yet what he saw did not fill him with the delight he had so imagined, instead a jilting pang of dread welled up from his bowels and caused his stomach to clench. While Gideon had always been a loving and caring Master to the young and sweet Felinnai, he still had a set of rules and behavior he insisted that she follow. It was, at the end of the day, for her own good, he had always told himself. She was a sweet and caring soul, as close to innocence as a mortal could get, at least in his eyes. She could not comprehend the evil of men’s souls, the darkness and blackness that there lust and anger could grow. He felt it his duty, a part of his honor to keep her away from such evil, though he could not deny his own jealously at the sight of another leering at his Kitty.<br><br>It wasn’t jealously that filled him with such negative emotion though, no, the fleeting image of his heavenly Felinnai dressed in white racing down the stairs filled him with something else; anger. The rules he had imposed were simple, again, for her own good. The thought of Kitty needlessly hurting herself was too much to bear for Gideon, if he lost her he would truly be a broken shell of a man. While she was his servant, his Kitten, she was still a Lady and there were simply some things a Lady did not do. One of the first rules he had put in place was running down the stairs after, to no surprise, the Felinnai took a tumble down the stairs. In the end it had been a minor scuff and a bruised knee, her ego more hurt than her hide; but to Gideon it had been a traumatic experience. <br><br>At this moment he couldn’t help but feel that senseless dread he had felt back then; it would be so easy for Kitty to slip and that be the end of it. He almost leapt from the carriage then and there, despite the sheer hypocritical notion that would have applied, but somehow he had managed to control himself and continue the ride to the front doors. <br><br>With a metallic swish and clang the steps of the carriage swung out and unfolded as the door was opened. Gideon appeared with a flourish of motion and the ruffle of material, his emerald gaze flashing dangerously in the sunlight.<br><br>“<em>Katrina</em>,” He said sharply, the tension undeniable in the typical smooth and deep voice. Rarely did he ever use Kitty’s real name, saving it for those very special moments. He had whispered it a few times in the heat of passion, but just as much had he used it in a reprimanding way. <br><br>Today was the latter; there was no denying the smoldering anger in that handsome face. When first Kitty had viewed him, he had been a tall, but skinny lad, more bone and height than anything. Still, he had always held himself with an undeniable air of grace, tall and skinny he may have been but never could he have been described as lanky or awkward.<br><br>Gideon had grown into a tall, incredibly handsome man just as Kitty blossomed into a luscious beauty. His shoulders were proud and wide, while his core was well-defined it was more athletic and graceful than commanding a sheer presence of raw strength.&nbsp; A toned middle gave way to sleek hips and long, toned legs, all in all he was a fetching young man who could win one over with a smile. His features were chiseled and defined; a sharp jaw line gave way to a pointed chin, though it was hidden behind a tuft of hair from his goatee. One of his more striking features was his hair, the color of gold, which was kept short and styled, brushed to the right where his bangs would fall out over his brow and tickle at the bridge of his nose at times. <br><br>It happened to be one of those times, though the look upon that typically stoic visage was enough to put everyone on edge. Gideon was usually calm and reserved, though at times he could be irrational, especially when it came to Kitty.<br><br>The heels of his ankle length leather boots clicked against the steel steps as he emerged from his carriage, a pair of gray and black striped trousers made his long legs appear even longer and gave him an appearance of being even taller than he was. A silver chain sparkled in the sun, hooked from the second button of his black cheer vest, his watch with the Burke family crest tucked securely into a pocket. The light also caught the large, polished amethyst of his tie pin that held his black silk puff tie in place. Over it all he wore a black jacket with a yellow rose lapel pin on the left. He cut the striking figure of a well to do business man, down to the elegant cane he cradled in his left hand. The head was crafted in the shape of a lion’s head, its mouth open in a fierce roar, its eyes two small rubies that danced with light. So tightly did he hold the cane that his knuckles turned white and for a moment he appeared as if he would roar just like the lion.<br><br>“How many times must I tell you not to run on the stairs? What if you hurt yourself?” Gideon set upon his Kitten before she could even greet him properly. The rest of his staff seemed to abandon the two, none wished to be the burden of their Master’s wrath. <br><br>“Do you not think of what it would do to me if you hurt yourself? The rules are there for a purpose, Kitty,” He said in an admonishing tone, even as he reached for her hand and took her purposefully by the wrist. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Love the Hand That Binds You (Songbird &amp; d20)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songbird</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 05:05:19</strong>
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				Kitty raced out onto the porch as the carriage pulled up, her lovely face alive and radiant in a way which was hardly ever seen unless her master was near. How she adored him, the stronger, better half of her soul, and the mere sight of his shining golden hair was enough to send her into raptures. The girl was very modest when it came to her own virtues, and even now she marveled that such a kind, handsome, wonderful man as her master loved her with the same feverish passion with which she loved him. All of Kitty’s happiness was wrapped up in a single man, and as the carriage door opened and the steps unfolded, the joyful Felinnai prepared to greet him with all the love he inspired in her heart.<br><br>As she first caught sight of her master’s face, Kitty’s took on an expression of puzzled innocence and concern, her blue eyes wide as she noted the almost dangerous flash in the twin emeralds she so adored. Had something happened in town to upset him? If that were the case, Kitty would have come forward to be his comfort and escape from the pressures of the outside world, but gradually she realized with a real shock that his anger was directed at her.<br><br><em>“Katrina,”</em> <br><br>Kitty winced, a tiny shiver of fear racing down her spine. Her master hardly ever referred to her by her full name, and then only when in the grip of some powerful emotion. She was always “Kitty” and, during those tender, intimate moments, “Kitten.” How she loved it when he called her that, despite Elinor’s assertion that such a pet name was demeaning to the Felinnai race. She adored being her master’s Kitten, but “Katrina?” The only times she had heard that name from his lips was he was swept away in the heat of passion, or she had done something to seriously displease him. There was no doubt by the tone of his voice that it was the latter, and Kitty tried desperately to figure out what she had done to so anger him.<br><br>Her mind racing, Kitty watched as her master stepped down from the carriage, momentarily distracted as she took in every inch of his devastatingly handsome form. How she loved every element of his being. The way he dressed, the scent of his skin, the golden hair she felt honored to run her fingers through, and those emerald green eyes which were so expressive of his innermost thoughts. She could lose herself in those gem-colored pools as he drew her close for a kiss or caress, and even now that they were filled with reproach, she was not immune to their beauty. Then there was his soul, his kind, passionate, loving soul, a soul which had blossomed over the years under the attention of her selfless devotion. Each of their souls had gradually intertwined around the other like the twin trunks of a tree, and nothing but the hand of death could ever part them.<br><br>But what had she done? Unable to recognize her most recent infraction, Kitty grasped at any possible offense she may have unwittingly committed. Was it the way she was dressed? No, she could find nothing he would find distasteful according to the present company and season. Was it because she had come out onto the porch instead of waiting for him within? No, unless the weather was bad, she was allowed to wait for him on the porch once the carriage had passed the gates. As he came closer, Kitty could see how truly angry he was, his jaw firm and sharp, his knuckles white with the strength with which he gripped his cane. He looked like an angry tiger ready to pounce upon its prey, and the girl’s ears drooped with fear, her eyes filled with a mixture of innocence, timidity, and a healthy dose of alarm.<br><br><em>“How many times must I tell you not to run on the stairs? What if you hurt yourself?”</em> <br><br>Kitty released a tiny cry somewhere between a mew and a squeak, recoiling just slightly at the angry tone and import of her master words. Only then did she realize that she had indeed broken a very important house rule, and not for the first time, her eyes widening with comprehension and horror. She had been so eager to greet him that she had completely forgotten that such a rule had ever existed, and she now understood why her master was so upset with her.<br><br><em>“Do you not think of what it would do to me if you hurt yourself? The rules are there for a purpose, Kitty,”</em> <br><br>The angry, disappointed tone in his voice gave her pain, but Kitty did not attempt to excuse herself or escape his wrath, even when her master took a firm hold of her wrist and drew her closer. If she injured herself by struggling, he would become even angrier, but she was not one to resist, particularly when his anger was justified. A true penitence and shame for her actions washed over Kitty, her eyes filling with remorse and unable to meet those of the one she had so disappointed, and whom she loved more than anything. What would he have done if she had been seriously injured? What would he have done if she had been killed? She knew how much he loved her, how much he depended upon her for his happiness, and the thought of him suddenly being left once more alone due to her own foolish actions almost brought tears to the girl’s eyes.<br><br>Still unable to meet her master’s eyes, her cheeks flushed with shame, Kitty replied in a soft, remorseful voice, one which fully acknowledged that she was at fault. “I’m sorry, Master. It was foolish and dangerous of me to do such a thing after you had forbidden it for my own good. I let my emotions get the better of me again, and I’m so sorry that I put myself at such risk. I know how much you care for me, how it would hurt you if anything happened to me. I’m sorry to have disappointed you so soon after you returned. You deserve a better welcome than what I gave, and I am fully willing to receive whatever punishment I deserve.”<br><br>Slowly, cautiously, Kitty raised her head, her eyes timidly meeting those of the man she loved. Though they spoke of her hope for forgiveness, they also fully acknowledged that she had been in the wrong, and expressed her willingness to be punished for her actions. In the same, soft, repentant tone, the girl asked “Master, may I be forgiven?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Love the Hand That Binds You (Songbird &amp; d20)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>d20</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 18:27:16</strong>
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				<br>The first thing to greet Gideon as he pulled Kitty close was the scent of vanilla. It wafted over him, that aroma was sweet, delicious and all too welcoming. If it had been any other time he would have engulfed the young Felinnai in his arms, lifted her into the air and showered her face in butterfly kisses. He would have admitted with all honesty how he missed her as he peered into those large, soulful sapphire eyes. He would feel a tingle of enjoyment as he heard the exclamation of joy from Kitty at it all and derive a certain sense of fulfillment as she admitted without any hesitation how much she had missed him as well.<br><br>It was not meant to be. Instead he watched that innocent look swiftly drift from that beautiful visage, replaced by one of realization and guilt. The sound she made tore at his heart even as his anger gleamed within those emerald depths and for a moment he prepared for the moments of begging and pleading. Gideon wasn’t thinking rationally of course, he was too taken by the moment, by the intense fear and anger that coursed through him. If he had taken a moment to contemplate Kitty’s possible reactions he would have easily guessed just how she would take it all.<br><br>Instead of trying to place blame elsewhere or even make excuses for her actions, she readily admitted her fault. It was in the true tone of acknowledgement, not one of someone who was simply trying to find a way to weasel out of the situation. Gideon did not interrupt her as she spoke, no, he simply let her say her peace and absorbed the words silently. He held her wrist securely, his gaze holding her intently as well even though she had looked away in realization of her shame. There was no denying the remorseful tone, though it was more than just her voice; Gideon knew his lover more than she knew herself sometimes. Kitty’s body language belied the truth to her words, before she even managed to lift her head and peer back up at him Gideon knew she meant her words with every fiber of her being.<br><br>It filled him with a certain sense of pride; he couldn’t deny that, as their eyes met silently. Not once did she think to point blame elsewhere, without pause she accepted her fate. Only after such a heartfelt admission did Gideon waver, if only briefly. The harsh glint of his green eyes softened considerably, the tension in his jaw the muscles in his neck and shoulders relaxed as well. The anger lingered for a brief moment before it dwindled and died altogether. Yet Gideon did not speak, instead as those thin lips parted he released a gentle sigh.<br><br>“Of course,” He finally said at length as he released her wrist and brought his hand to that angelic visage and cupped her cheek. The pad of his thumb brushed against her chin, over her bottom lip briefly as he offered his lover a small hint of affection. “I cannot stay mad at you for long, my sweetling. But that does not change the fact. Come.”<br><br>While his tone was soft there was no denying the determination in it. While he would always forgive his Kitten, it was after all, an honest mistake, she still broke the rules. If he did not go through with a proper punishment what message would that send? A bad act did not wash out a good one, neither did a good one the bad. They both deserved their own rewards and punishments. If she had resisted no doubt it would have been easier, but Kitty was far too smart and disciplined for that though. <br><br>Without another word Gideon’s free hand slid from Kitty’s face and sought her wrist once more. Gingerly those long, slender digits curled about her delicate wrist and held her in a viselike grip. With a sudden flourish and movement he turned from the young Felinnai and towards the grand entrance to the estate. His stride was quick and purposeful, elegant and poised with each step, not one ounce of energy was wasted by needless movement. The heels of his boots clicked sharply with each step as he lead Kitty through the house and back up the stairs the way she had came only moments before.<br><br>It didn’t take long before they were in the confines of his bedchambers once more. Gideon released Kitty’s wrist and set his cane aside by the door. Purposeful he strode towards the windows and drew the curtains over them, bathing the room in a dim light. Only then did he turn his attention to the feline, even in this dim light those emerald orbs seemed to gleam with their own inner radiance.&nbsp; With another low sigh Gideon started to undress, his broad, proud shoulders shrugging his jacket off which he tossed haphazardly onto the bed.<br><br>“Since you are so repentant I will show you a mercy,” Gideon said at length as he undid his tie-pin and set it aside before he removed his puff tie entirely. Only then did he stride towards the feline once more, his gaze drinking in that tempting frame as she stood before him. So beautiful, so ravishingly beautiful, Gideon could have lost himself in her all over again. Yet he had a purposeful look in those emerald eyes, slowly both hands rose and brushed over the short skirt that barely concealed those shapely hips. Intimately they slid underneath the ruffles, his fingertips touching that silken flesh before they set upon the strings of her panties. With a practiced ease he untied them, only to allow them to slid from her frame and pool about her ankles. <br><br>“I will make it swift,” He said in that soft, promising tone before he reached for her hand and lead the svelte Felinnai towards the large chair by the hearth. Gracefully he claimed it before his hand guided Kitty closer. He moved her without words over his right knee, urging her to bend and yield to him even as he brushed her skirt up and out of the way, revealing the firm definition of her derriere.<br><br>“I believe three should suffice,” Gideon spoke, not so much as a question but as a statement.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Love the Hand That Binds You (Songbird &amp; d20)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songbird</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 04:14:06</strong>
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				Kitty could feel her heart tremble within her chest as she waited for her master’s reply, her blue eyes looking up into his stern, handsome face with equal measures of hope and anxiety. Would he forgive her for her thoughtlessness? Her selfishness? Those were but two sins the girl felt herself to be guilty of, and they all weighed heavily upon her. Kitty had been so eager to greet her master that she had thought of nothing but reaching the bottom of the stairs as quickly as possible. Even after having hurt herself years before by such carelessness, after being sternly warned and punished more than once, her emotions had again overwhelmed her sense of safety and the obedience she owed to her master. <br><br>She remembered the first and only time she had tripped and tumbled down the stairs. Though she had not been seriously hurt, Gideon had become almost white with fear and frantic to examine her injuries. The terror and vulnerability in his eyes as he carried her to her room had smote Kitty’s heart, and she read in his face the realization that she, his most precious possession and greatest source of joy, could be easily taken away from him. He already knew what it was like to be bereft by the swift, unexpected touch of death, and as he had gently washed and treated her few scrapes and bruises, he had made her promise never to be so careless again.<br><br>Kitty had sworn with all her heart, and the knowledge that she had broken her promise more than once only deepened her burning blush of shame. Her innocent, almost childlike nature made her vulnerable to acts of impulsive enthusiasm, particularly when thoughts of her master and his love overwhelmed all other considerations. Over the years she had become better at controlling her more reckless impulses, but the young Felinnai had not yet learned to emulate to cool, measured, deliberateness which she so admired in Gideon. Kitty wanted so badly to be his perfect slave and lover, to be ever-obedient and fulfill his every need. She wanted to make him happy in all ways, and to see the sharp disapproval and sense of injury in his emerald eyes was nearly enough to bring tears to her own. Could he forgive her after she had endangered her life and his happiness? Would he?<br><br>The change in Gideon’s expression was enough to make the girl’s fearful, penitent heart rise with hope and joy. His eyes, which had been as sharp as jagged crystals, now softened into the emerald pools she so loved, Kitty already finding herself falling under their spell. The tense, unyielding angularity of his face and body relaxed as his anger left him, and though Kitty knew that he would punish her for her thoughtless actions, the knowledge that he would forgive her for them made any physical pain seem worth bearing.<br><br><em>“Of course,”</em> <br><br>Kitty seemed to have been holding her breath as she waited for her master’s reply, and she now released a soft, joyful sigh, her own body relaxing as he released her wrist. The twin sapphires of her eyes shone with rapture as he gently caressed her face, his thumb brushing over her plump, silky lower lip and causing a warm shiver to run down her spine. Had she only been more cautious in descending the stairs, her rosy lips might already have been captured in his, bathed in kiss after kiss and made to yield their sweetness to his probing tongue. But it was not yet to be, and even in this happiness the girl prepared herself for the punishment she knew she deserved.<br><br><em>“I cannot stay mad at you for long, my sweetling. But that does not change the fact. Come.”</em><br><br>The soft yet steely tone in Gideon’s voice confirmed his determination to discipline her for her actions, and Kitty made no move to resist as the hand she so loved descended and once more captured her wrist in its unyielding grip. In the next moment her master was leading her back into the mansion with quick, long, merciless strides, the young Felinnai forced to keep up with him as best as she could. Even now, as they crossed the great hall and began to ascend the very staircase which had been her undoing, Kitty could not help but admire her master’s graceful, measured gait, every action of his body elegant and full of purpose. It contrasted with the more impulsive, dancing, sprite-like grace of her own body as she followed helplessly behind, yet their contrasting styles of movement also served to complement each other.<br><br>Soon both master and slave were in the secluded intimacy of his bedroom, the girl unable to stop herself from trembling ever so slightly as the man she loved drew the curtains in preparation for her punishment. Nervously, she allowed her hands to rest upon the ample bosom which clothed her heart, her azure blue eyes easily adjusting to the dimmed light and once more becoming captivated by the flashing emeralds which seemed to glow with an inner fire. How she loved those eyes. How she loved their possessor. As Gideon shrugged off his jacket and tossed it aside, Kitty felt a sudden warm flush wash over her body, her cheeks and lips becoming rosy and her very fingertips tingling with excitement. The sight of him undressing always succeeded in arousing her desire and admiration, but now the sensation seemed both stronger than usual and greatly mistimed. It was true that he had not yet blessed her with his love that morning, but she should not feel such carnal desire whilst preparing herself for a justly deserved punishment. Her tail winding around her right leg with nervousness, Kitty lowered her eyes in an attempt to conceal her emotions, hoping that her master could not read her expression. <br><br><em>“Since you are so repentant I will show you a mercy,”</em> <br><br>Kitty raised her eyes, wanting to thank her master for any mercy he chose to give her, but the words stuck in her throat as she once more became lost in the emerald pools of his eyes, watching as he removed his tie to leave the collar of his shirt open. How she loved him. How she needed him. She yearned to be pressed against his bare chest, to be ravished by his lips, to worship every inch of his body with her own, and as he stepped towards her, Kitty tried desperately to conceal her desires, her blue eyes reflecting a mixture of love, shame, submission, and fear. As Gideon stood before her, the girl saw the look of determination in his eyes, becoming entranced by his handsome features and commanding frame before feeling his hands brushing over, and then under, the short hem of her dress. <br><br>Kitty closed her eyes, biting her lip to repress a shivering sigh of need as her master’s fingers brushed over the tingling skin of her hips and untied her panties with practiced skill, allowing the flimsy garment to fall away powerlessly. The girl trembled at her vulnerability, both to pleasure and pain, and for just a moment she could not remember which her master intended. She yearned to feel his hands claim her firm, round rear in a possessive squeeze, or to feel his fingers tease and pleasure her smooth, yielding sex, but it was not yet to be, and Kitty knew that before they could return to blissful happiness, she must first submit to the penitence and pain she deserved.<br><br><em>“I will make it swift,”</em> <br><br>Gideon’s voice was soft, reassuring, and Kitty yielded to the gentler grasp of his hand as he led her to the large chair by the hearth, one which had for many years served as a favorite place for the master and slave to cuddle and lavish each other with affection. It was also their chief seat of punishment, and as her master sat and pulled her closer, the girl obediently followed his guiding hands and settled over his lap, the underside of her breasts pressed against his outer left thigh, her smooth, creamy rear exposed to the judicial power of his right hand. The girl could not help but tremble at the thought of the pain that was to follow, but she loved her master and trusted him, and knew that he would never punish her beyond what she deserved.<br><br><em>“I believe three should suffice,”</em> <br><br>Kitty released a tiny sigh, one which spoke of her gratitude as much as her fear. Each strike would hurt, but once it was over all would be forgiven, and they would both be able to put the incident behind them. The sooner it was over, the sooner they could begin the day afresh, and the girl looked forward to cuddling and welcoming her master as he had deserved. In a soft, sweet voice as full of love as of trepidation, she whispered “Thank you, Master,” and prepared herself, lifting her tail out of harm’s way and gently gripping his left leg. It was as if he were her comfort and the source of her strength, and as she closed her eyes, Kitty whispered “I’m ready, Master.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Love the Hand That Binds You (Songbird &amp; d20)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>d20</strong> on <strong>01-07-2013, 18:18:20</strong>
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				Gideon took a steadying breath as Kitty took her place upon his lap; even through the material of his trousers he felt the warmth of her body. It made him tremble ever so slightly, an undeniable shiver that sent electricity up his spine and through his nerves. How he wanted this young little feline, how he hungered for her mind, body and soul. Vivid images of her curvaceous frame, laid bare to his eyes alone flashed in his mind’s eye; never had one being been able to so completely enrapture her as she could with but look. For a brief moment those emerald eyes reflected the unabashed desires that Kitty had experienced moments earlier, the stern, stoic mask he wore slipped and cracked as Kitty assumed the position against his knee without complaint.<br><br>He was thankful, for the moment, in that she could not look upon his face. No doubt she would see his weakness; the sheer physical attraction was almost too much to bear sometimes. These were the feelings that drove men to madness and ruin, at least the weaker ones. Kitty’s awareness was absent from the inner debate, thankfully so, for the feline needed a strong and willful Master. Otherwise, she might do something to harm herself, unintentionally of course and then where would Gideon be? <br><br>It was that thought that cooled his loins and steadied his hand. Slowly he took a breath only to release it through his nostrils, which flared slightly as he did. Further he calmed himself as Kitty settled down upon him, her sleek frame barely pressing against him even as she put her full weight against his thighs. She was a tiny thing, Gideon thought for a moment as one hand rose to help brush away her skirt, furthering revealing the rounded curve of that rear end he loved so much. His other hand slid through her hair that fell about her shoulders, only briefly before it came to settle upon the space between her shoulder blades. There his fingertips pressed against her through her gauzy dress, if only to steady them both. Gideon sat as still as a statue for several heartbeats, the only thing moving were his eyes as they took in the exposed nature of his feline lover. She spoke during those moments, a whisper filled with adoration and anticipation at the same time; she thanked him and let him know she was ready. Gideon wanted to retort, to say something to assure Kitty it would be swift and merciful. Yet to do such would ruin it all, at least in his mind. His fearless façade would crumble, his will would twist and break and he would just take her in his arms and ravish her.<br><br>Thus he said not a word as his left hand rose into the air and hovered there for a brief moment. His breath lay trapped in his lungs as he resisted the natural pull of gravity for another heart beat before finally relenting.<br><br>Gideon was true to his word. His hand sliced through the air silently, only to crash down upon the right cheek of Kitty’s behind. His aim was sure a true, Gideon caught her flesh on the curve and sent up a thunderous clasp of flesh against flesh, sharp, swift, and precise. He did not let his hand linger though, instead it rose again and came crashing down upon her left cheek this time. The same cacophonous crash echoed about them as he punished each cheek in turn, only to save the last slap for both. Gideon brought his hand down in a wide sweeping arc, connecting with Kitty flat upon the bottom of her rear. It was over within the blink of an eye, Gideon’s movements were both graceful and swift, brutally effective in delivering the sharpest of slaps to just the right spots. <br><br>With each slap Gideon felt himself tense slightly, if only to brace himself for the pain he knew that was to follow. His right hand held Kitty securely in place, not that he was concerned she might try and flinch away from her punishment, but in the heat of the moment one could never be sure. <br><br>It was done, and the relief Gideon felt was expressed by a deep, cleansing breath. His hand returned to her strikingly pink flesh, only to smooth out over it and offer a tender caress. The hand that punished Kitty was the very hand that would offer her succor.<br><br>“I did not want to have to do that…but you left me no choice,” Gideon whispered softly as he tenderly kneaded Kitty’s poor, abused flesh. It was then, as he took several deep breaths to steady himself further that he heard it. A slight sniffle, the sound of someone fighting back tears; without even seeing it Gideon knew that Kitty was losing the battle not to shed a tear. It had never been a stipulation of the punishment, the pain of the spankings had been enough in Gideon’s mind. His hand continued to caress her delicate, abused rear before those slender, deft digits sound purchase higher. His right hand slid from her back and combed through her raven mane and found the base of her feline ears just as the other found her tail. Without another word Gideon proceeded to tenderly touch and caress those sensitive spots upon her person, Gideon knew all too well just where the most sensitive spots were upon his feline. It was just a simple caress, a passing gesture of reassurance before Gideon offered a small “tut” from low in his throat and he lifted Kitty from his lap with both arms. She weighed as much as a feather, so easily did Gideon bring her to sit properly upon his lap. Those strong arms engulfed her frame, while one hand brushed affectionately over her cheek. With a soft murmur he tilted his head forward and bade her without any true word to look at him. Those emerald pools spoke of the moment, reassured her that it was over and more pleasant things were to come. The glistening of her tears was undeniable; they seemed to ripple those sapphire orbs like rain drops upon a still pond. <br><br>With another gentle murmur Gideon pressed his lips to Kitty’s cheek and slowly, meticulously kissed each and every tear away. The salty taste of her tears lingered upon his lips and in his mouth as he roamed over each cheek, the corners of her eyes before he finally found those sweet lips. Oh so gently he brushed his thin lips against hers, which parted as he whispered breathlessly against those plush petals.<br><br>“Never again…promise me…” He whispered, his tone half demanding, half begging even as those emerald orbs danced in the dim light of his abode. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Love the Hand That Binds You (Songbird &amp; d20)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Songbird</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 02:54:13</strong>
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				Kitty lay still and silent across her master’s lap, her eyes tightly closed and her body tense as she waited for him to administer her justly earned punishment. Biting her lip in an attempt to remain silent, the young Felinnai trembled to find herself so exposed, so vulnerable to the pain that was to come. Vulnerable… Normally there was something wonderful about being so weak and unguarded with the man she loved. The knowledge that she was safe and loved as she bared her heart and body to him was one of Kitty’s greatest sources of joy, and even now, as she waited for his hand to descend upon her helpless flesh, the girl knew that she was still safe, still loved, still precious to her beloved master. She knew that he would never punish her beyond what she deserved or what she could bear, and while her body and mind feared the pain she would surely feel, Kitty’s heart overflowed with love and thankfulness to have a master who so cared for her welfare.<br><br>Kitty tensed and winced slightly, only to relax a little as she felt her master gently brush her long black hair aside, his elegant hand resting between her shoulder blades to steady her. How she loved his hands. Even as they now prepared to bring her pain, the girl thought of the exquisite joy and pleasure those hands had given her over the years. Time and time again, as their lips and tongues were locked in passionate kisses, their bodies entwined and glistening with sweat, her master’s hand would seek her much smaller one, their fingers lacing together in a gesture of love and oneness. Even when her punishment was over, Kitty would still love the hand which delivered it. She had no choice. It was a part of her master, and the Felinnai loved everything associated with him, from his tailored suits to his knee-weakening smile. How she hoped she would see that smile after her chastisement was over.<br><br>Though in reality it was not long before her punishment commenced, Kitty’s fearful anticipation made it seem like an eternity before she at last felt the first stinging blow of Gideon’s hand. There was an almost deafening smack as flesh sharply collided with flesh, the young Felinnai’s firm bottom bouncing and her entire body jolting from the harsh impact. A hot, stinging pain spread over the once white, pristine skin, causing it to flush a bright red and almost glow with heat. Despite the pain and the suddenness of the blow, Kitty just barely kept true to her resolve and did not cry out, whimpering and trembling as she bit her lip even harder and clutched her master’s leg. Again Gideon’s hand descended upon her vulnerable, curvy rear with a hard slap, this time upon her untouched left cheek, and again the young Felinnai was jolted, red hot pain flashing like fire in her veins and dancing along the surface of her burning rear. Feeling her heart pounding within her chest as she silently endured the pain, Kitty knew there was one more to come. Just one more, then it would be over. The girl clung to that hope just as she clung to her master’s leg, and as Gideon struck the last blow, his strong hand cutting through the air to fall upon the very seat of her rear with a thunderous clap, she again restrained any cry of pain, her inner agony mingled with sweet relief. That last blow would serve as a reminder of the importance of following the rules, and throughout the day she knew that any discomfort she experienced in sitting would be justly deserved.<br><br>When it was over, Kitty finally allowed herself to breathe, her breath coming in deep, desperate pants as she attempted to flush the pain from her body. Her petite frame relaxed, becoming limp as she lay over her master’s lap, and the girl trembled and let out an endearing whimper as Gideon began to gently rub and caress her hot, stinging flesh. To think that the very hand which had been so strict and merciless could also be so gentle and soothing. Despite the pain, despite feeling as though her soul was shaking inside her, the knowledge that her master still loved her, still wanted to comfort her filled her already overcharged heart with love and gratitude, and Kitty tried desperately to fight back the tears which now threatened to escape her eyes.<br><br><em>“I did not want to have to do that…but you left me no choice,”</em> <br><br>Her master’s words, spoken in a tone which was as gentle and tender as his caress, at last broke the girl’s resolve, and, try as she might, she could no longer stem the flood of her tears. The guilt, shame, love, pain, relief, gratitude, and the knowledge that she had been forgiven were too much for her to contain within her heart, and Kitty wept upon her beloved master’s lap, sniffles and wordless sobs escaping her as tears trickled down her cheeks. She had not wanted to cry. She had wanted to be brave, to show her master that she knew her punishment was deserved and that she accepted it. But her heart was too tender and her emotions too strong for her to hold back completely, and they all came pouring out as the man she loved sought to caress and soothe her. How she loved him. How she loved him.<br><br>Kitty felt Gideon run his fingers through her long hair as she wept, not realizing what he intended until he began to gently rub and caress the base of her feline ears and tail. Her master knew her body better than she herself did, and he knew that to caress these particularly sensitive areas of her body would soothe her and counteract some of the pain. A tingling warmth spread over the helpless Felinnai, distracting her from the pain and soothing her both inside and out. It was a fleeting touch, and it did not entirely stem her tears, but now her sobs and sniffles were gentler than before, and as Gideon lifted her up from his lap with all the ease of one posing a doll, the girl had enough courage to briefly meet the emerald eyes she so adored, her own sapphire orbs sparkling with tears.<br><br>Kitty whimpered a little as he sat her sideways in his lap, the heat of her stinging rear enough to be felt even through the fabric of his trousers. The feeling of his strong arms enveloping her in an embrace, cocooning her in his love and warmth, only intensified the inextinguishable flame of love which burned within her heart, and the girl wept against her master’s chest, her tears dampening his shirt and vest as they fell. She was unable to speak, her heart too full to allow even one intelligible word to escape her lips, and as Gideon gently encouraged her to look up and meet his gaze, Kitty did so almost reluctantly, at this moment believing herself to be unworthy of looking into the emerald eyes of the man she loved and worshipped with an almost idolatrous passion.<br><br>How she adored those brilliant green eyes, eyes which seemed to glow with an inner fire despite the chamber’s faint light. Kitty’s Felinnai nature allowed her to see just a little more clearly in the dark than most humans, and at this moment, despite the tears which blurred her vision, she could clearly read the emotions revealed in her master’s eyes. There was love, all-consuming love, forgiveness, the desire to soothe and comfort, and the hope that he would never have to hurt her so again. The hope that she would never again put herself in such danger. <br><br>The girl, beautiful despite her flushed, tear-streaked face, sniffled as she again tried to stop crying, but before she could wipe her tears away Gideon released a low, gentle murmur and pressed his lips to her cheek, drinking her tears as lyreflies were said to drink the dew of freshly bloomed roses. Kitty closed her eyes, releasing a trembling and tender sigh of joy as her master bathed her face in kisses, kissing away every single tear and comforting her more than anything else could. Kitty felt as though her heart could not contain all the love she felt for the man who was her master, her lover, her everything, and as his lips gently brushed against the rosy softness of her own, the girl shivered as if she were being given a taste of the heavens. How she loved those lips, hanging from them with breathless ecstasy, her hands gently resting upon his chest as Gideon issued both a demand and a plea.<br><br><em>“Never again…promise me…”</em> <br><br>Kitty opened her eyes, the sapphire gems sparkling despite no longer being filled with as many tears. Her eyes reflected all the love, all the devotion, all the gratitude, all the sincerity, and all the shame which filled her heart, and as they looked into his, the girl wondered how she ever could have been so foolish as to risk her life and her beloved master’s happiness. How she loved him. How she adored him! Gently entwining her arms around Gideon’s neck, Kitty’s blue eyes and sweet voice reflected not even a hint of uncertainty as she passionately replied “Never again, Master! Never, ever, ever again! I promise… I promise…”<br><br>Pressing herself to him, desperate to atone for her selfish carelessness and show her master the true depths of her love, the girl’s parted lips massaged his with soft, gentle, tender kisses, kisses which expressed her love far more eloquently than words ever could. They were timid kisses, as soft and light as the caress of a rose petal, as if she both feared rejection, and waited for encouragement to more intimately worship the man she loved with every atom of her being. With her full, luscious breasts pressed against him through their layers of clothing and her lips so occupied, Kitty could not help but feel her need for his love awaken, her very fingertips tingling as they gently ran through the golden hair she so admired. Continuing to hang from his neck, yet pulling back before she could go too far, the girl gazed into her master’s emerald eyes, her own shining with happy tears as she smiled and whispered “I love you, Master. Welcome home.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Love the Hand That Binds You (Songbird &amp; d20)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>d20</strong> on <strong>03-05-2014, 13:01:34</strong>
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				&nbsp; The kiss came to a quick end as Gideon whispered his pleading request against Kitty's lips. Each word caused his thin lips to brush against hers, if only to intensify the affect of his words. He watched with abated breath as those sapphire orbs fluttered open, still rimmed in red and glistening with tears, yet Gideon couldn't recall a time they were more beautiful. The profound emotions that shone within them spoke more than Kitty's lips ever could, she was much more eloquent with her looks and the caress of her lips against his own than she was with words. But could such feelings really be translated and explained? One could not truly understand what love felt like without peering at it firsthand, just as Gideon did at this very moment. He saw the love and adoration he had craved for so long reflecting in Kitty's shimmering blue gaze and felt it in her touch as her hands pressed against his chest. That delicate touch, even through the fabric of his shirt and vest, seared his flesh underneath and left him tingling. He felt it travel up and over his collarbone, over his broad shoulders before he realized that was was actually Kitty's arms encircling his neck. He had lost himself in those ravishing eyes, reveling in the sensation that only Kitty could instill. It was her sweet voice that brought him truly back to his senses, the tone of which left absolutely no room for doubt of her honesty. <br><br>&nbsp;<br>Gideon's heart swelled with delectation as he listened to his lover promise over and over that she would never disobey him again. He believed her in those precise moments, how could he deny the truth when staring it straight in the face? Kitty would do anything to please him, Gideon knew all he had to do was ask and she would crawl over broken glass on hand and knee to be with him. It was the type of devotion that was almost unnatural, or at least he would have thought so at one time. Gideon knew, deep within his heart and soul that he would do the same to be with her. The felinnai had captured his heart and held it within her delicate grasp, the fact that she never even thought of using that for her own personal gain only made him love her more. She was the only person he could fully trust, the only person that would ever know the real Gideon Lucius Burke, know the man behind the stoic mask of aristocratic grace. It was in moments like this when the thick walls of protection Gideon had erected melted away and he could truly be himself. Gideon relented, if only in his mind, as those slender digits wound themselves into his short golden mane and Kitty pressed herself against. He felt the lush swells of her ample bosom press against him before those plush lips sought his own, gracing his own with kisses as light as a butterflies touch. Gideon tasted once more the sweetness of those lips, breathed in the light scent of vanilla and fell in love with her all over again. Each kiss was like the first, so soft and coy, as if Kitty feared he might not desire every bit of affection she delivered. He did not linger in thought as her lips fell upon his, each one of those delicate kisses were met with one of exceeding passion, each growing stronger and stronger.<br><br>&nbsp;<br>He felt her against him, their clothing becoming nothing more than a stifling barrier between them now. How simply amazing it was that she could incite such profound emotions with the simplest of gestures. He went from smoldering rage to desire in the blink of an eye, the tempering hand of justice cracked and shattered, with another kiss he was no more a commanding Master but a lover desperate for her touch. Gideon shifted slightly in the chair, rising up just enough to meet Kitty's lips each time, all the while his hands sought purchase upon that ravishing, ripe frame. One settled upon the swell of her hip, while the other sought out her glistening raven mane, his fingers splaying through the silken strands just as she touched his own. The touch was affectionate and curious, exploring if not memorizing every touch that they graced. Gideon could have lingered there for ages, marveling over Kitty's stunning figure as his fingertips traced ever dip, swell, and curve. Yet she pulled back, a resplendent smile upon her lips and a shimmer of tears in her blue gaze. The words that issued forth took him off guard, if only for a moment. Any hint of that stoic mask washed away with a subtle arch of his golden brow and a flicker of life in those emerald orbs. It wasn't surprise so much as a rekindling of desire, those words struck him fully in the face and it left him speechless. The look was quite rare, Gideon was rarely left without a retort or at the least a admonishing glower. It was all different with Kitty though, often times Gideon simply forgot he could actually feel the way he did around her. After the ordeal of her punishment, hearing those simple words, the ones he had so desperately hope to hear on his return, was almost too much to bear.<br><br>A smile drifted out over his handsome visage, tugging a little more at the left side making it appear almost lopsided. Twin emeralds shone with an undeniable happiness that he rarely allowed, nothing made him feel more vulnerable than showing an honest to goodness smile. A gentle bout of laughter parted his lips, sent his shoulders rolling with it and his hand in her hair sliding to her cheek. The laugh was one of pure happiness, the type when it was simply all too much for the senses. Gideon couldn't put the feeling to words, at least not for the moment. Instead he let his palm settle upon the swell of Kitty's cheek and cradle it gingerly. Gideon peered into those sapphire orbs for long moments, saying nothing, but searching Kitty's soul for the answer to a question unasked. He retained that smile all the while, even as his gaze broke from her own and slowly traveled down the frame in his lap.<br><br>&nbsp;<br>“If only you could realize how much you mean to me, Kitten.” He said at length, his gaze sweeping up to meet her own once more. He applied the slightest bit of pressure to her cheek, if only to draw her closer a fraction of an inch. Gideon tilted his head forward to accommodate the movement, his lips brushing against Kitty's once more.<br><br>&nbsp;<br>“I love you with all my heart,” He confessed in a hushed whisper against those delicious lips, her tasting lingering in his mouth even after the briefest of contacts. Gideon let his gaze linger upon her face in this intimate moment, so desperate absorb her reaction. Yet his body had other ideas, there was no denying the fierce arousal that pressed against her buttocks and thighs, pinned between them through numerous layers of clothing. There was no helping the sheer physical attraction Gideon felt for his kitten, it felt like ages since he had last felt his release deep within her. Even as he exposed himself so fully to this feline, the building need to claim her became all the more oppressive. The hand upon her cheek slid down and he trailed his fingertips over the definition of her jawline, down over her gracefully arched throat and the collar that hugged it so perfectly.<br><br>“I wish to give you my love, Kitten.” He confessed again, a dark whisper that caused his lips to brush against hers with each word. His hand traveled further south, over her bountiful bosom and to the small white rose buttons that held her gauzy dress in place. The tip of his index finger lingered over the top most, feeling the hard surface and grooves of the rose's petals. Gideon simply toyed with the button, fingering it idly as his lips caressed Kitty's own. It was a gradual thing, that kiss, it started off slow and gentle, an undeniable affectionate that one could only offer to another they truly loved. But bit by bit it grew, consuming them until there was nothing left but the kiss. He let his head tilt to the side, further accommodating the prolonged kiss, his lips ravishing Kitty's own over and over. Eventually his lips did part fully, a flash of pearly white before he offered a teasing nibble of Kitty's bottom lip, followed by a most tender tug of her delicate flesh.<br><br>“Mmm,” He breathed lowly, which came out as a rumble deep from within his chest. It vibrated through his torso and Kitty's own, each word felt as much heard. “Are you ready to accept it?”<br><br>His fingers finally pinched that button and worked it in a delicate fashion before it simply snapped apart. The material drew apart from the sheer pressure Kitty's ample frame placed upon it, offering a most delicious view that drew Gideon's attention. A knowing smile lingered upon his lips, gone was the stoic mask fully and in its place the familiar glow of desire. <br><br>&nbsp;<br>“Tell me,” Gideon continued, his hand drifting a few inches lower, only to repeat the administrations upon the next button in line. He exposed more and more flesh with each one undone, much to the delight of those gleaming emerald orbs. There was no need to press the issue now, nor did he truly need confirmation of the felinai's acceptance and mutual desire. It was clearly written upon that beautiful visage and shone with those deep blue pools. Yet all the same Gideon wanted to hear it, needed to hear it, if only to assure that doubt that rarely disappeared entirely. His other hand slid lower, ruffling the material of her skirt till it found purchase upon the swell of her hip. It offered a generous squeeze before following the natural curve that lead down to her firm derriere. Yet it did not grasp the delectable flesh as one might expect. Instead, Gideon let his fingers curl about the base of Kitty's tail, the pad of his middle and index finger drifting across the sensitive flesh just underneath. <br><br>&nbsp;<br>A third button was flicked open by the time Gideon let his gaze rise and settle briefly upon Kitty's own. There was no denying the desire and love that shone within his own green depths, nor the passion in his kiss as his lips returned to hers. It was short and ardent, if only to offer a bit more stimulation before Gideon broke off and let his lips trail down over Kitty's chin. They let a trail of butterfly kisses down across her jawline, over the side of neck and to the very edge of her collar. Briskly they traveled over the hardened leather and metal till Kitty's warm flesh was found again, this time his lips moved across her collarbone. Gideon savored the taste of his lover's skin, even as one hand applied more pressure to the base of her tail while the other undid yet another button.<br><br>“Tell me,” He whispered near feverishly against her flesh, his lips savoring the curve of her shoulder briefly before offering a nip followed by a quick lashing of his tongue.
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