(Here is a very sweet memory from the first sex party I threw in 2015.)
I looked over and saw her shadow across the bare brick wall. Her tail, her ears, her ponytail, her hourglass figure, all cast the perfect silhouette. I was on the other side of the room with a group of guests and we were watching Ninja as he photographed Kitten, the spotlight magnifying her feline form on the wall behind her.
"She is so fucking cute!" I don't remember who said it, I was starry eyed watching my pretty pet as she looked back at the camera. It spilled from my mouth so quickly, I was telling the story of the night I fell for her, she was wearing a classic black lingerie and garter set with combat boots and pigtails and I kissed her for the first time after we smoked joints on the rooftop under a giant orange moon. That was more than two years ago but watching her from across the room here I was still swooning over that curve of her hips where the small of her back meets her waist. It still drives me crazy. (See for yourself.)
I rambled on about how nervous I was when I first started crushing on her, and how much I loved our dynamic, how I get off on spoiling her and exploiting her insatiable desires, how good it feels to have a needy little girl squirming in my lap, how my own submissive experiences have informed my role as a dominant. I gushed about how adorable she is when she blushes and hides her face against the crook of my neck (under my curls away from the world).
I watched her face as she became aware that we were watching her, as she heard her name float across the room, her bum was pink with welts from her submission and now her cheeks blushed to match as she averted her gaze a little. I knew it was making her panties wet from across the room, I made sure to mention (a little louder than necessary) what a good girl she was. Someone sighed as we watched her pose. "What's that tucked into her garter belt?" someone else asked.
"A condom," | grinned. It was pretty unanimous, everyone was a little smitten with Kitten.