[Non-Fiction] Kitten's Random Adventures

[KittenRose]

These are part of a much longer set of narratives I have exchanged with someone that was very close to me once. They may appear a little abrupt as the larger context is missing, but I think some may enjoy it nonetheless.

[...] I went for a conference in Colorado, in a town called Golden. On Friday, after the conference was over, my BF joined me and we spent the weekend in the mountains on a mini-vacation. It was fabulous! I mean, not just the vacation, but the conference also.

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On Friday evening we met some friends. It was nice. I was tired and exhausted, and afterwards we moved to a hotel near the foothills, meaning to get an early start on Saturday.

Each room in the hotel has a private hot tub on the porch. We turned it on, and soaked in it. I love the feeling of hot water on my skin! We were both drinking and within minutes I took off my bikini and pulled off my BF's shorts. I sat next to him, my hands on his crotch, stroking him till he got nice and hard. I should say, I was feeling very, very horny. Being tired and drinking usually does that to me. I spread my legs and straddled him, my boobs in his face, and pushed him inside me. The feeling was heavenly! I almost orgasmed right there!! I rode him like a little slut.

The hot water splashed on us and over onto the porch, and feeling him hard and erect inside me, along with the heat, almost drove me into a frenzy. I felt electricity build up in my crotch very quickly, and hearing me moan and groan my BF grabbed me harder and pushed in deeper, till he pushed me over the edge, into a long, drawn out orgasm. I felt him explode into me and when he was finished I just sat there for a long time, on his lap, my head nestled on his shoulders, feeling the sweat and smelling the sex we just had.

[KittenRose]

Posted this to my blog ....

I was already a slut when I was in high-school. Perhaps I had not yet completely discovered my submissive side, but I knew I liked sex and I liked boys (and girls too!).

One day, a friend of mine and I decided that we wanted to learn how to give the best blow-jobs! Of course, the best way to do this would be give as many BJs as possible, learning as we went along. So we started on a mission to blow as many of our classmates as possible! It was pretty interesting. I would always first asked the boy what he thought he liked and then I would try my best to do that. It was pretty amazing and fun. Later, my friend and I would compare notes.

(I think my BF benefits a lot from the skills I picked up then. He just does not know how I acquired those skills in the first place!).

Strangely, I never actually undressed for most of these "learning sessions", but just would get the boy in his car or in some quiet place in the school and do the deed. Not once did any boy asked me to strip or get naked for him. Perhaps they felt so lucky at getting any attention at all that they did not care and just wanted to have their cocks in a warn and wet mouth.

Anyway, several years later I went for my high-school reunion. The most interesting part of the whole reunion was (I hate reunions) that one of the guys we did not blow actually came up to me and told me that he felt pretty bad I had not done it to him!! It was crazy that he felt like this after all these years. Perhaps he thought I would feel sorry for him and take him to the bathroom and give him a BJ. I did not and just laughed, telling him I was pretty foolish then.

Of course, what I did not tell him, and my other former classmates, is that I am secretly a submissive slut that craves domination, and that my crotch throbs at the mere thought of being pushed to my knees, slapped, tied up and whipped. Oh well ...

[KittenRose]

I wrote this in response to a question I was asked in a PM:

I always knew I liked sex, even before I knew what it meant. My cousin (a boy) and I would often play with each other, taking off our clothes and touching each other. We were 8 or 10 and so really did not what we were doing. Of course, when we played he would always have an erection, but I think we never knew what do with it! It was fun and I liked it a lot when he touched me, and I liked touching him too.

(Incidentally, we still run into each other. He is married and has kids and, obviously, we never bring up our little adventures, even when we are alone! I don't find him attractive at all, and, in fact, he is a little too stupid for me. Big turn off!)

Later, as I got older I realized I liked pain. I am not sure how, but I discovered that spanking myself, or twisting my nipples gave me a lot of pleasure. I experimented a lot. I found another boy to play with. However, even now we never had sex, but simply played strip games in which we would take turns stripping each other and then giving simple tasks (like doing jumping jacks, gentle spanking etc). I liked the feel of his hard cock in my hands, and often would kiss it and put it in my mouth. Strangely, I never actually gave him a blow job!

We eventually stopped, mainly because our parents got suspicious of something going on between us. I must have been 13 or 14.

My first real experience with BDSM was at a "Power Exchange" club. I was taking a human sexuality class and I decided I would do a term paper on kink clubs. I found a local BDSM club and joined it. I told them why I was there and they seemed fine.

We would meet in people's homes and there would be a designated play area. I mostly observed, but once they asked me if I wanted to be tied up. I agreed (very nervous!) and they put on a blindfold and tied me up. My hands were behind me and I was sitting down, legs folded under me, slightly spread. I was dressed but it still felt wonderful, specially as once I was tied they left me like that for a while. Just the feeling of sitting there, unable to see or move was very, very intense. Later, they untied my legs, made me stand, bent me over a chair and spanked me. They were kind, asking my consent every time, but the spanks were hard, even though not on my bare bottom! I must admit that I was dripping wet from this experience.

Of course, I never told the professor that I did some real "practical experiments" for my project when I turned in my term paper!

My most intense, and perhaps borderline abusive experience happened when I was getting my PhD. That is a much longer story and perhaps I will recount later. However, she pushed me into a very dark place for a while and this had a major impact on me. Strangely, though, my work never suffered and I feel like, in fact, my math and physics creativity got even better while under her control.

I have had done things online and offline now and then, but never anything really serious or long term. After the dark experience I could not get into this so deep again. I also experimented with dom-ing a guy who I eventually ended up meeting in person once. Which was nice and a lot of fun. He was certainly my intellectual match, which, I must say, is very rare in guys who are into D/S stuff. That was probably the thing that attracted me most to him, and even though I "dom-ed" him, I was really craving for him to turn around, tie me up and fuck me hard! There is an interesting twist to what happened between us later, but that is for another day ...

Strangely, I have a pretty good vanilla sex life too. I love my BF a lot, and he and I do many playful things, but never and D/S stuff. Somehow I don't think it would be right. However, often, I pretend that I am his sub and then do some pretty wicked things ... in cars, on hiking trails, in tents while camping, in the kitchen, in the library, in hot-tubs ... but he does not know anything about my secret, submissive slut side.

Overall, I like the idea of being controlled, being thought of as a fuck-toy and someone to abuse and humiliate. It turns me on a lot, and even thinking about it makes me wet and my breath warm and moist. I should stop now, or else I think I may have to soon find an interesting way to cool down!

[KittenRose]

I had an exhausting night, drunk and made to do things by my Mistress for other people. Here is the report I wrote to her.

Hi Miss Kelly,

Sorry I could not write to you last night. I was totally exhausted, as you may well imagine! I finally went to bed at 1:00 am, after being online for 3 straight hours, fucking and slutting myself out to everyone who asked. If you can believe it, I went from having four friends to SIXTEEN! Of course, I would not call these people "friends". I am sure they would call me their slutty fucktoy, their fuck kitten.

The experience was most interesting, and humiliating. I was trying to talk to like six people at the same time. The MistressTransform person is actually pretty demanding, and wants me to write long para-style posts. This time, she transformed me into a 13 year old lolita, with pigtails and braces, then grew me physically to a 13 foot monster, and had me fuck her with my 8 inch clit! This is so fucking bizarre. I can't believe that I go along with it. But, I can't stop once I start. I don't like disappointing people, and, in any case, I am just a slutty whore, and you had asked me to do whatever people told me.

Then, there was this Arthos something-or-other, a furry. Honestly, I don't like furries. I even say "no furries" on my profile. But, again, I just went along. He seemed like a sweet enough guy. A bit shy and not imaginative. He fucked me, and then had me change my status to "Julia fucks a dog. She is a slutty bitch in heat."

There was this other person Alice, who is more into humiliation and name calling. She setup an RP in which she makes me strip and punishes me in front of my friends, by the pool.

I should say, that by this time, I was already fucked up. Almost getting delirious with the throbbing and pulsing in my crotch. I did not even have the time to touch my self, which I really, really REALLY badly wanted to do.

Then, there was this dude Tyler Sullivan. His idea was to take me to a store, buy me the most sluttiest clothing, take me to the changing room to put them on, and then walk in the store with it. So, I was walking around the store, with a tiny little skirt, a string bikini and a "Hello Kitty" girl's training bra, my boobs too big for it and spilling out.

Then there were some random idiot guys who are just looking for a slut like me to get them off. Of course, given that I am a slut and fucktoy, I just obliged. Wham-bam-thank-you-ma'm. It really annoys me when guys just vanish when they cum, which I am sure they were doing IRL. So fucking like men. But, I guess I should not complain, as a slut should not expect anything once she has done her whore job.

The worst was some guy, a demon Gerion or something. He had read my status message, the one you made me write a few nights ago on how I was a slut with a PhD or something like that. So, he setup a challenge for me. He would ask me calculus problems and if I could answer them, we would move on. If not, well, he would make me say the most self-degrading things.

You can imagine what happened here. I was already tired and fucked up, and in any case I can't think straight when I am turned on. He asked me 10 problems. I got exactly ZERO correct! I mean, how fucked up can that be? I think he was probably a real school teacher, and was asking me questions from AP Calculus. I should know that shit like the back of my hand. But my fucking slutty cunt was so wet and aching, that I did not even get ONE correct! NOT ONE!

Every time I gave him him the wrong answer, he would make me change my status to "I am fucking dumb PhD cunt, who got another problem wrong". You can imagine, that this status was being broadcast to my ten new "friends". It was very bad for me.

But, the fucker did not stop there. Have you heard of the site www.linepunishment.com? Basically, you go to the website and enter a code, and then do the line punishment someone sets for you, like a little slutty brat school girl. In case you want to check it out, when you go to it put the code NTI5ODMwNzk= after clicking the "Run Task" button to see the punishment he made for me. I had to type the line:

"I am a fucking stupid PhD slut. I can't do simple calculus problems. I deserve to be fucked in my bimbo cunt"

25 times. This really, really hurt. Thankfully, I did it without any errors, as I think if you make an error it punishes you by adding more lines.

I went to bed pretty exhausted and totally messed up in the head ... and my crotch! I did not sleep well, with strange dreams of being mugged and robbed and driving on the wrong side of the road. Freud would have a hard-on by my dreams and behavior.

I am still tired, but will go to the gym to clear my head a little bit. I think if I did not have the outlet from working out, I might have gone insane a long time ago.

I don't know why I am such a fucking slut. I really don't understand it. When I get horny I turn into a whore, and even the slightest humiliation makes my slutty cunt throb and ache. I work, in a top Ivy League school, on the most complex problems, which 99.99% of humanity can not understand. Then, under the influence of my crotch, I get fucked up in the head, unable to think straight.

Well, I hope you slept better than I did! And, thank you for making me into such a dumb bimbo slut. I totally deserved it last night, and got it nice and hard.

Have a nice day and bye for now.

Your Humiliation Slut,
Julia

[Experimental_Daree]

Love these stories, please keep posting them!

[KittenRose]

”On Tuesday night we went to Strawberry Hot Springs. It is a short 10 mile drive up the mountain, the last two on dirt roads. In summer the drive is easy, but it gets really tough in winter. Four wheel drive and snow tires are required. Anyway, we got there around 7:45 pm, paid twenty dollars and changed into swim stuff to get into the pools. There are a set of 5-6 pools, all natural that are filled with hot spring water. There must be some volcanic activity here to keep the water so boiling hot. The first pool I stepped in was so hot that I jumped out immediately. Then someone told us that the lower pools were cooler.

We waded into the lower pool. It was bit cooler, but still hot enough that I could not bear more than a few minutes at a time. Also, the pool was deep, almost seven feet, which meant that I had to tread water at places. It was fun. When it started to get dark, many people left, specially those with children. It is a bit dangerous, actually, as the bottom of the pools and the surrounding walkways are very slippery. Worse, there are no lights at all, not even a tiny bulb. Mostly young couples remained behind.

As I told you in my last email, clothing is optional after dark. So of course, some guys start taking their shorts off and wade into the pools naked. It was already dusky enough that it was hard to see anything, but it was strange anyway. One girl took her bikini off and walked in. It was fun to see her naked: she was rather tall and thin, perhaps 30 or so. I did not want to appear rude, so did not stare, either at her or her naked boy-friend. But it was mainly boys, at least initially, who walked around and swam nude.

It might appear strange to you, but public nudity is very much a taboo in the US. People somehow are very shy of their body and do not like to display it in public. There is some old Puritan spirit that haunts us still. I have never gone naked in public before (or at least with so many people around) and was not about to do so at the springs.

J and I went up to a shallower (but hotter) spring. It was shallow enough that I could stand comfortably, and anyway my body was getting used to the heat. We found a nice rocky corner and sat watching other people. There was a Asian couple who were there with us. They were clothed, but it was clear that they wanted to get naked. It was rather fascinating to watch. They went out, and took off their clothes. The guy was well built, but was rather “small”. The girl was very petite, with tiny breasts. For some strange reason she covered her boobs with her hands. Of course, her dark pubic hair on her white skin was completely and obviously visible! She had a really nice ass. I do not think the girl was covering her boobs because she was shy. I think many Asian women are coy, deliberately acting innocent to lure men. Anyway, she was soon back into the pool and came and sat on the rock next to me. Her boy-friend was also there, fondling her. It was very amusing.

Anyway, I was in two minds: should I strip or not? I know what J wanted me to do, as you can guess. I was fidgeting with my bikini bottoms for a while and, on an impulse, decided that life was too short to be shy. So I stepped out and stripped. I was not too worried, actually, as it was hard to see much in the dark anyway. However, I choose possibly the worst time to take my clothes off: the moon rose above the surrounding mountains just about then, brightly lighting up the pools. It was almost as bright as day (it was just a day after full moon yesterday, and so very, very bright). I think, as I walked back into the water I was almost completely exposed in the bright moon light! It was fun, though, as I felt the hot water on my naked body, strangely arousing as it touched and caressed my crotch and boobs.

The watching eyes of the people made the arousal even more intense, something like the feeling I get when I start the journey into pain. In fact, I felt this intense ache in my crotch and wanted to be bound and fucked right there, with everyone watching. I grabbed J’s swim shorts and pulled then off and fondled him till he was hard and erect. Even though we were in the water, the moon was bright enough that those close to us, like the naked Asian couple, could see what we were doing. I did not care, at that point the sexual arousal having taken over my mind. We kissed. It felt amazing. I could hear some girls giggle as they realized what we were doing. I really wanted to be fucked hard. Of course, it did not happen as it soon dawned on me that having sex in the pool would probably get us in a lot of trouble.

For a while I just sat on the rocks, naked and aroused, my legs slightly parted, not caring who saw me, in fact, wanting more people to see my naked exposed body. It felt amazing.

When the chemicals had worn off, it felt like I had just done a long and hard workout, I put on my bikini again. The springs close at 10:30 pm, so anyway we need to leave soon. I went back to our condo and, as you can imagine, had rather wild sex with J. Strangely enough, I did not orgasm. Perhaps my boy finished too fast, what with all the arousal and touching and grabbing in the springs. But it felt great anyway.”