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You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.
Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.
You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!
People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.

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Lorelei "kitten" Tired - 12 years, 1 month, 18 days ago

To those that remain,
This girl has been away a long time. Lately it seems that being busy has caught up with this one, cycled with being often sick, and busy yet again. This one should be around more often. At least on here. Where I have resided on SL, I may not be able to go back to. At least not as much as I would wish. And I am not quite sure what reception this girl would get with returning to her Master there. As much as this girl dearly loves him and her sisters there, she can't take what punishment might be given because of her long absence. Honestly, this girl has become emotionally fragile and does not wish to put herself in a position where it could get shattered, even if there is no intention of that to be had.
Lorelei "kitten" Tired - 12 years, 1 month, 18 days ago

For Master Midnight... a girls punishment...

Knelt at his feet... shivering with a small whimper strangling in her throat. Her bare skin stripped of anything that had once covered it. Her head was bowed down... thighs splayed apart in her kneel and upturned hands lightly placed on the top of her thighs. Inching back just enough she leaned forward... pressing her forehead against the floor just at Masters feet. Those upturned palms sliding from her thighs to rest just above her head, crossed at the wrists. Her voice lilting up softly, shaking with the fear of disappointing him.

"Master, please... This girl begs forgiveness. Please forgive her...!" Her voice shook with emotion. Watery eyes keeping locked to the floor for a moment before she moved again. Only lifting her head enough to press light kisses at Masters feet... quick and light and desperate. Her breath heated against his skin.

"Are you ready for your punishment, beast?" Master snarls at her. Girl shrinks at his tone and softly whimpers. Though she knows she deserves it... "Y...yes, Master..." she breaths softly with that shuddering voice. Inching back from his feet she pulled herself up to kneel straight. Shivering from head to toe while kneeling it waiting for what punishment was in store for her...

"Come, beast." Master growls low before taking his property by the hair and pulling her up to her feet. She follows without question. A small noise caught in her throat when her hair was pulled as Master moved to his favorite chair. Master sits and throws the girl over his knees... she wiggles a moment in surprise. More so surprised when hearing the sound of leather snapping together... Masters belt being readied to punish his kajira.

"Do you know what you have done wrong, slave?" Master asks plaintively... and without warning lands a heavy blow on his property with the leather of his belt hitting the soft rounded flesh of her raised bare rear end. This makes her yelp in both surprise and the pain of the sting. Her body wiggles and shivers but dares not move to run away.

"Y...yes, Master... This girl had not greeted Master when she should have...!" Girl cries out quickly. Her voice quivering. Taking in a sharp breath... She yelps again when his belt smacks soundly against her bare ass again... and again... The heavy blows already making her soft milky skin turn a pretty shade of dark pink.

"And what will you do next time, slave?" Master murmurs while watching his property squirm in his lap. One hand gently stroking down her back... then to that abused pinked globe and massaging the spot before striking at it again... and again. Turning it from pink to a bright fierce red.

"She will greet Master properly and quickly and always, Master! No matter what!" She cried out sharply. Her body writhed and jerked with the strike of leather against her soft body. A few tears streamed down her face as she begged. "Please, Master, this girl will remember! She begs forgiveness! Please forgive her, Master...!"

"Have you deserved this punishment, girl?" Master growls low... raising his hand again and letting his belt strike at the other globe of flesh that had yet to be abused. Repeatedly... his heavy blows strike down... making his property writhe and whimper and cry out... she was biting back a few soft whimpering moans as well... the hips of the girl wiggling as her back arched and head tossed back just slightly.

"Yes, Master! She deserves punishment as Master says it's so!" Girl cried out in panting breaths. Feeling the heat rising from soft sore flesh... Masters hand massaging both abused cheeks... squeezing them and pinching them for good measure... making his property squeak and cry out again.

"Hmm... good girl. Reflect on your punishment..." Master utters low... lifting his bare hand and smacking it down on his beasts sore ass a few times as extra reminder for her behavior... so she will remember. He growls low.. "Down." He commands.

His girl squirms and lifts herself... panting and breathless... from Masters lap. Sliding down gingerly to kneel before him... whimpering softly when her heels touched to her bright red and sore behind... she lifts off of it slightly... She leans forward to press her forehead to the floor before his feet... placing light kisses there once again, feverishly. Her breath still quick from her punishment. Lifting her head back up she bows it to him... she whispers softly as parted thighs quiver and show her kindled slave heat even after such punishment. "Thank you, Master..."
Lorelei "kitten" Tired - 12 years, 6 months, 24 days ago

For Master Midnight... a girls tale...

Fingers twisted above her head... pulling and testing the restraints wrapped around dainty wrists. A shiver ran from the back of her neck down to her toes and every inch of bare flesh in between. Slender legs were splayed and tied apart at her ankles just as her arms were restrained together above her head. The source of her shivering... was not only the sense of what awaited her from her Master... but also the idea of the large window behind her. Surely others could see her curving figure clearly framed in the window... pale freckled flesh being faintly kissed by the light filtering through the pane of glass.

Already, rounded breasts lifted and fell in a rhythmic pattern. Her body squirmed with the lack of touch... the lack of clothing... or anything to hide her from sight. Her flesh was smooth and cleaned... the only hair to be found was the long strawberry blond of her head. Otherwise, she was a clean stretch of canvas for her Masters pleasure.

Eyes were blind to where he moved. What he did. A cloth bound around her eyes blocked any hint of light or shape. Her body may have been in the light but her sight was in total darkness. Making all her other senses try to compensate... she could smell the fresh paint being taken out... feel the light breeze against her skin from movement not too far away... if only she could taste his lips again...

It was only a split second after the paint brush touched her skin that she could smell his scent. Intoxicating... mixed with the smell of fresh paint... it made her shiver to feel the fresh wetness slide over smooth skin as Master dragged the soft bristled brush over it. She kept still as she could... for every stroke against her face she sighed lightly... lips parted slightly... silently begging to feel his lips to hers. They were so close... and closer still when He leaned closer to inspect and continue his work on her face. Long brush strokes gently glided across her cheeks... her neck... over the swell of her breasts. It did not stop there. The slick brush danced over the curve of her waist and hips... down each leg in turn... first the outside... and then the soft warmth of her inner thighs that quivered with delight.

She whimpered when another brush began gliding over her skin. The wet paint cold on her skin making her shiver and goosebumps rise along her body where the brush flowed along. Her ears strained to hear him. But he was nearly silent as he worked on his living quivering canvas. Extra attention soon paid to already perked and hardened nipples. Making the girl softly moan and arch her back just slightly... just enough to push her breasts softly closer to her Master...

A despairing whimper escaped her lips when the brush disappeared from her skin. The paint starting to dry and tighten on the living canvas. She squirmed and whimpered again. Begging for a touch... of something, the brush again... his hand... his lips... something to say he was still there. A shocking thrill ran back up this girls spine as the brush came again... teasing the smooth mound between supple thighs. Paying extra attention there by lingering ever so slow. Sweetly torturing her and making the girl writhe in her bonds. The cold wetness of the paint contrasted to the heated wet against her inner thighs. She let out a sweet moan as her breathing hitched in her throat... panting and shivering with another begging whimper...

"Please... Master..." She mewled softly. Pleading underlying in her words. Her voice wavered. She whimpered again when the brush no longer touched her nearly covered flesh. Fingers flexed as she pulled gently at the bindings around her wrists. Toes curled and stretched when trying to gently yank against those binds.

Then she felt something feather light touch her again. She knew the warmth of his hand... brushing the long silken strands of hair from her back to draping over one shoulder. He was behind her... she knew. She could feel it and her head turned as if to look over her shoulder.

A squeak left her lips feeling the paint brush again. Dancing along the back of her neck... making her squirm and whimper again. A shiver ran down her spine just moments before the brush did the same. That same cold wet trailing down her body slowly. Along her spine... down to slightly rounded ass and following the natural curves of her body... the back of her legs... and finally her feet that made her toes wiggle and her body writhe. She whimpered and moaned and sighed pleadingly to be released from the binds. To see and touch him... to see what he had turned her into.

Eyes were blinded when the strip of silk was taken from around her her. Each ankle slowly undone before her wrists were freed. She stood trembling before being pointed to turn around... and so she did. To spy herself in the large window that had showed her naked form to any that passed... and now it was clothed. Master had transformed her... bright oranges covered her body mixed with white down her chest... her stomach... inner thighs... stricken through with stripes of the purest black...

"This girl... is a beast, Master..." She murmured with a faint grin on her lips. Her body still quivered and she slid down to her knees with a soft moan. Looking over her own figure with the painting of a tail coiled around a slender leg. Curling her fingers to look like paws she moved her gaze up for a quick glance at her Master surveying his work of art. She turned around... lightly brushing her cheek against his leg with a lusty purr. Arching her back and slowly reaching hands upward she lightly dug nails along his leg like a kitten wanting to claw its way up. Her hips wiggled as her cheek brushed his leg again and her eyes closed briefly. A small giggle escaping her parted and panting lips... it would be a fun night...
Lorelei "kitten" Tired - 12 years, 7 months, 17 days ago

This girl has a dream that has been haunting her for some time now... Perhaps it'll haunt less if she writes about it. In the dream, she was being sought after, by many people. She does not know why, or for what reason, and she had barely thought about it in her dream. In her dream, she was human, as was everyone else. Those that sought for her, did not know what she looked like, and usually passed her by. Until finally this girl overheard one man mention looking for her. And she giddily replied to him that it was she he sought. When the man in her dream turned to this girl, this girl finally grew afraid, and realized that any that wished to capture her in her dream wished to keep her. She did not know she was special in her dream... in her dream, she let out such a cry... the cry of a hawk or eagle... from her own throat, before taking flight as it seemed normal for this girl to do such in her dream.

But when she woke up from her dream, this girls throat tingled still. The hawkish cry she let out in her dream felt real. It still felt real that she could still do such when awake. She hasn't tried. She's actually too afraid to do so.

Such a strange dream... This girl wonders what it means...
Lorelei "kitten" Tired - 12 years, 7 months, 19 days ago