Just sitting at work…I had this daydream….what it might be like if I was forced to submit. I had long resisted the idea, and considered myself a sort of chat Domme, no real subs but just taking girls down when I wanted to. I had even criticized those who were kittens, who had given in….but more and more, I began to remember those few times that another woman had taken charge. How good it felt. How turned on I was…and while I was remembering that, this daydream came to me…..
I’m paraded in, bound, gagged, and blindfolded. I’m taken to the center of the room by a group of kittens, led by Miss Janet and Miss Jeannie, and of course with Mistress Haley in charge.
Miss Janet helps Miss Jeannie place a steel collar on my neck…I struggle in the daydream, but it’s no use. The “snap” of the collar closing and locking is loud in the otherwise still room and shocks me into silence and my struggle ceases. Then Miss Janet connects a chain to the collar that looks like it is strong enough to hang a side of beef.
In my daydream, I had put up a fight before being subdued; my clothes (what’s left of them) are ripped and torn and bear mute witness to the struggle. The kittens proceed to cut the remains of the clothing and put them in a bag for disposal. I shudder…I know what items I’ll be allowed to wear in the future won’t be designed to cover, but rather to control and enhance.
At this point the women circled me, inspecting and making comments about things needing to be done: that unsightly patch of pubic hair must go; the head full of hair needs to be changed to something more humiliating; the nipples and labia need ornamentation; some additional marking needs to be applied.
Without warning Miss Jeannie quickly inserts a butt plug with a small bell and large tail, much to the delight of the watching crowd.
Miss Janet directs the kittens to leave their marks on me, to further reduce me into the object I have become. Each one claws, scratches, bites, sucks on various parts: bum, boobs, thighs.
Miss Jeannie then leaves her marks: deep bite and sucking marks on each breast.
Miss Janet leaves a bloody, colorful mark on the left side of the subject’s neck.
Two kittens hoist me up while Miss Jeannie quickly shaves the offensive pubic hair. She then marks the clean-shaven mound. When she stands back, the watching crowd sees that my mound now sports the words “Owned Kitten.”
One of the kittens appears with clippers and shaves the sides and back of my head, while another braids what’s left into a ponytail with a bell attached.
More kittens proceed to pierce my nipples, inserting rings and attaching bells.
The ball gag is removed and replaced with a ring gag; my tongue is pulled out through the gag, pierced, and ringed so it cannot be retracted into my mouth mouth. A leash is attached and left hanging.
Two kittens work to adorn my freshly pierced labia with eight new rings.
Another pierces my clitoris and attaches an oblong ring which protrudes past the labia. Another bell and a small leash are attached. I endure all this…not wordlessly, but trying not to scream and cry pointlessly. I know what is being done is what I want done…it’s my daydream after all.
Miss Jeannie then binds my labia shut with a silver chain and an attached lock, eliminating access to all but the one with the key. Miss Jeannie takes the key, turns, and presents it to Mistress Haley.
Mistress Haley and Miss Janet inspect all of my new decorations and controls, testing and tugging each leash, bell, and ring.
Roughly, Mistress Haley pulls my head to one side, and bites deeply into the right side of the neck, leaving her own mark with a trail of blood.
Miss Jeannie gathers all the leashes, connects them together, and uses them to parade me about, in the basement, my many new decorations clearly marking what I have become. I am shown to the audience for their inspection and comments.
The sounds of my moans mix with the ringing of bells, the clatter of chains, and the sharp sound of spankings as I am paraded throughout the room.
Finally, I am taken back and forced to kneel in front of Mistress Haley. It’s time for my first training and punishment session.
At this point the dream ends…my hands and body are sweating…and I’m….wet.
