Is it just me, or do the words "slut gear" cause "super hero" type music to suddenly invade your head too? I don't know why it does in my head, but it just does. It is kind of like when I say the words, "Uber slave" *dun dun dun!* It's just what pops into my head. Maybe its because when I feel like "Uber slave" I'm usually wearing slut gear... *ponders on this*.
Anyways, Master told me yesterday that He wanted me to wear slutty type clothes. And as it is a fact that I am in fact His slut, that makes sense. (Even if it didn't, what does it matter? It's what Master wanted.) So while He was in the shower I picked out an outfit. Sometimes He has a specific outfit in mind, sometimes He likes to see what I come up with, and every other time, it's a mix of the two. He dictates parts of it and lets me throw the rest of it together. Yesterday, He wanted to see what I would come up with. He did however dictate that He wanted me to wear black eyeliner, not purple. (Those are the only two colors I have for eye liner. I'm very simplistic with my make-up and that's the way Master likes it apparently other wise He would have me buy other colors.) So I do my make-up and then I go digging for clothes.
Now, when I'm trying to pick out "slut gear" I try to think of something that will make Master's heart go just a little bit faster. (Okay so maybe more then a little bit.) But that I can also get away with legally in public. So I put on a mesh top that only has solid fabric over my tits, a jean mini skirt so short that if I bend over even a little bit you can see the bottom of my ass, a thong (I always have to wear a thong if I am wearing that skirt), black mesh thigh highs, 5 inch heels, my anklets that make music when I walk, and last but not least a cute hat. Master said I looked great and I could tell by His eyes that He approved of my choice and wouldn't have changed a thing about it. I love when I can pull that off.
I don't know what it is but I can't help but be incredibly horny when I wear what we call "slut gear". I get wet just picking out the clothes or hearing what clothes Master wants on me. But as I know Master will be reading this, it will come as no surprise. He calls me a nympho, although I am satisfied every time we have sex, I always want it again, and again... well you get the idea. And no, I have not been "diagnosed" as a nympho. It is just what Master calls me.
And if this is what my sex drive is like at 24, I am almost scared to find out what it will be like when I hit my sexual peak.. somewhere around my 30's - 40's. Master thinks I'm going to kill Him. And my only reply to that is, "Only if You let me." *smirk*
I had my first day at Pet Smart today. One thing I can say right off the bat is this: The uniforms are much better here then the one I had at Denny's. No apron, and its a nice blue shirt rather then some sickly green. I'm loving it! Everyone there is so friendly, and being surrounded by animals all day is extremely relaxing to me. My managers are much more upbeat and friendly, they give a damn.. not only about their jobs and the customers, but also their employees and the animals they are helping.
I can honestly say that I am proud to be a part of this. Proud to help people find what they need to properly take care of their pets, find homes for pets, and all the charities that Pet Smart is associated with is heart-warming. Seriously. Yes, I know it's only my first day, and yes I know that I was all excited about Denny's when I first started there too, but wow. Talk about one hell of an instantaneous and noticeable difference. This is work I can take pride in.
Thank You Master for allowing Your slave to seek other employment and to quit Denny's. Hell You not only allowed it, You damn near demanded it! And I thank You for that. You always know what is best for Your girl. Your slave. Your wife. Times like this makes my heart swell with love and humility. Thank You.
Denny's can go fuck itself! Master let me quit my job there today, since we now know for sure about the Pet Smart job, which are both elated about. In fact, after He got home from work, and took His shower, we went to Denny's and had dinner. I then used my 25% off discount one last time, and one of the managers was standing right there while we paid and she asked if I worked tomorrow.
I looked at her and said, "I'm supposed to." And I had this mischievous smile on my face. I know I did.. But I couldn't help it! Honest! So she looked at me and said, "Are you quitting?!" And I simply said, "Yes." She asked if I had planned on just calling tomorrow (I was supposed to work 7am to 3pm) and I said yes. She then handed me a pen and a piece of paper and I wrote a very polite note to the general manager telling her basically that I had a better job offer and I was taking it.
I found it kind of funny. Go in there, use the discount, and then quit as soon as the bill was paid. Cute huh? Now, you may be asking yourself why we eat there if I really hate working there. And the answer is simple. We've been eating there for 2 years before I ever got the job. And we do like the food. And yes, we will continue to be customers there. Its a great place to eat at, but I will never, ever work there again. It's one step above stripping to me. That's how much I hated being a waitress. Hostessing? That was fine. No problems there. But as soon as they found out I was good at serving, no more hostess hours unless someone called in sick the day I was supposed to be serving, and that only happened once. And it actually pissed me off when it did happen. Kind of like, "Oh, okay. Since no one else would do it, now you'll let me." And you know what? They still sent me home early! In fact when business is dead there, the host/hostess is the first one sent home cause they get paid more. Bleh.
So no more working at Denny's for this girl. Pet Smart here I come!
Also, I just wanted to post it here, even though I already said it... Master. Thank You. Thank You for letting me quit, thank You for supporting me through all this, thank You for everything. I love You.
Okay, I'm giddy.. so I need to type. Why? So I don't drive Master absolutely bonkers when He gets home. When I'm giddy, I babble. A lot. To the point where I expect that Master is about 3 seconds away from yelling, "For the love of all that is kinky woman shut up!"
I'm giddy because of the new job. I know it sounds dumb.. to get so excited over a job at a pet store... but I have honestly always wanted to work at a pet store. For as long as I can remember. It's just that before now, whenever I was applying at one, they weren't hiring. Fuckers. But, I hope to make a career out of this new job. Work my way up through the corporation. Cashier to assistant manager, to shift manager, to store manager, etc and so on. I really do. I want to climb the corporate ladder and go, "Look! I made it!" I want to retire from Pet Smart one day. And if that sounds like a sad, sorry goal.... go fuck yourself, cause it'll make me happy.
"What do you want to do with your life?" ... "I want to help animals in anyway I can!"
I at one time thought of being a vet. But I can't put animals down. I know that. And some people? Well they want to put an animal to sleep simply because they don't want the pet anymore. Sick, twisted, people in my opinion. And I'd be brought up on murder charges if I was a vet and had one of those people come into my office. So "X" that idea.
Yes, I could volunteer at the humane society too, but the closest one to me is Downtown Milwaukee, and I have a very hard time driving down there with out getting a panic attack. Maybe I still will, once I get more financially stable. Damn gas prices.
Well, I have a new job. I am going to be a cashier at Pet Smart! I went down there today and filled out the new hire paperwork. (Never had so much before...) Yay! I get to work around animals all day! Happy kitten! I'm supposed to get a call this weekend telling me when to come in to start my orientation/training. (Orientations always suck. More sexual harassment videos. Joy. Those things make me wanna look at my supervisor and say, "I know when I'm being harassed, thank you.")
But, anyways, I'm going to be working at Denny's until I know exactly when I start my training, so I don't have a lull period in money. Plus we could use the extra cash anyways. I can't wait to just go in there and quit though.... *thinks* Maybe Master and I should use my discount card one more time before I do huh? I think that'd be fun.
**Added later** I was just reading the employee handbook they sent me home with and man does this company have good benefits! And I get a 15% discount which will come in extremely handy since we have a dog and three rabbits to take care of. Whoo-hoo!
As His slave, I sometimes feel like a little girl. Not in a bad way. Not the way I've felt in past relationships where people treat me like I'm an idiot, as if I have the mental capacity of a 1 year old and don't understand anything said to me. Master has always treated me like an intelligent individual who has her own thoughts, ideas, opinions, and creativity. And He has always told me that is how He views me, as not some blank slate to be totally rewritten, but rather an extension of Himself. His other half.
But I stray from my original point. Sometimes, when I accomplish something, I run up to Master and I have this giddy feeling in my stomach, my heart is going a mile a minute, and my brain is buzzing with excitement. I run up and I say, "Master! Look what I did! Look what Your girl did!" And I wait there with baited breath to see if He is proud, if He is impressed, if He is happy with what I have done, with what I have accomplished. And then... the moment comes where He tells me, "kitten I'm so proud of you!" and my world spins at mach 5 and I am elated. Master is proud of me! All is right with the world. Sometimes when I do this... I feel like a 5 yo who comes home from school with a new finger painting that they want displayed on the fridge. Silly mental imagery isn't it?
There are also times where we are out with our friends, or perhaps family, and He starts telling others how proud of me He is. And I feel like I just won a trophy when that happens. Master is praising me in front of others! Whoo-hoo! *does the kitten happy dance* And others will kinda chuckle, when as He is praising me, He caresses my cheek or playfully tussles my hair, or absent-mindedly pets my neck or in between my shoulder blades.
It is not a rare occurrence either. He often does this in front of friends (a couple in particular) and His mother, or my parents. And it thrills me. Not only is He proud, but He has no problem showing or telling others of such things. It's like He's boasting, showing off... and sometimes, especially in front of a married couple that we hang out with, He has this tone in His voice that reminds me of "Neener! Look what I got! And she's Mine! All Mine! *insert evil laugh here*" (And yes... Master has a very evil laugh that makes me shiver but in a "throw me down and fuck me" way.. not an "oh shit I have to hide now" way.) Actually... come to think of it... He has said exactly that.
I remember a couple incidents in particular where He has grabbed me, and said, "She's Mine! All Mine!" and kissed the top of my head. (Is there any wonder as to why I love this man?) And our friends have reacted with laughter and poked fun at me for blushing. Master is the only one who can make me blush these days. And He can do so at the drop of a hat, and I believe He takes great joy in that. Why? Cause He can. What other reason could He possibly need? *smirks*
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Words That Describe Master - A
Well, I was making my last post and thought of a new thing to do that will keep me busy for a while. Words that describe Master! (This could get interesting.) I am going to start with the letter A and move forward. So here..my friends.. is
Words That Describe Master - Letter "A"
Abnormal (In a good way.)
Abrupt (Sometimes.)
Accepting (With in reason.)
Adaptive
Addictive (I'm addicted to Him.)
Adhesive (Private joke.)
Admirable
Adorable (He's gonna hate this one.)
Adventurous
Advisory
Affectionate
Aggressive
Agile
Alive (Obviously.)
Almighty (To me anyways.)
Alpha (As in Alpha male.)
Alluring
Amazing
Amusing
Anchor (He is my anchor.)
Animalist
Anomaly (He truly is one of a kind.)
Armed (Master usually never leaves home with out a weapon on Him.)
Arousing (To me.)
Articulate
Assertive
Asshole (In a good way, a way I love... and that He's proud of.)
Master is the best person in the world... ever. Period. End of story. (Okay, so I'm a bit biased.. but so what?)
I had to get up at 5am today. Okay so technically I set the alarm for 5:20am but my body woke me up at 5am. Stupid inner body clock being off and me not knowing how to reset it. Anyways, I started work at 6am and spent most of the first 2 1/2 hours of my shift cleaning the damn resturant. Anyways, I got out of work a little after 1pm. I had my car, but because I had to go downtown today, to take a drug test for a job offer at Pet Smart, Master came and picked me up. He pulled right up to the sidewalk. I was very grateful for Him driving. I hate driving in Downtown Milwaukee, and with the heavy construction right now? Well, I get minor panic attacks sometimes when I drive through that area when there is so much construction going on. I'm not really sure why. I do know part of it is because people drive like absolute fucking morons and the interstate is up off the ground right there and I really don't want to drive off of it cause some retard who shouldn't have a license decided to hit me. (Yes, my mind plays evil tricks on me like that.) And its not that I'm a bad driver. I'm actually a really good one according to Master and He is the best driver I know. It's everyone else on the road.
But I am getting off track. He drove me down to the drug test place, and thank the spirits for His driving skills by the way. Then He drove me back to Denny's and we had lunch. I followed Him home and He lets me take a nap! *grins* I had only gotten about four hours of sleep, so I was really tired. He wakes me from my nap and lets me have a soda and a cigarette. Then, I ask what He wants for dinner and He lets me be lazy (cause we are also out of soda) and order Pizza Hut! So two birds killed with one stone, dinner (pizza) and soda.. delivered right to the apartment! Whoo-hoo! More places should have deliver I swear.
So, yeah.. Master rocks hard core. And this post probably makes me sound spoiled as hell, but I am.... kinda. I don't act spoiled. Master is strict but kind. He takes very good care of me and I hope He knows just how much I appreciate Him.
I have seen so many relationships go down the tubes because one or both of the partners started taking each other for granted. They started to expect all the little (and big) things and not say thank you. Not say, "Wow, I really appreciate that. That is so sweet of you." Not me! I say thank You all the time to Him. I tell Him that I appreciate Him. I tell Him that I don't know what I would do with out Him. And you know what? He tells me those things all the time too, and I'm His slave! He says, "Thank you kitten." .. He says, "I don't know what I would do with out My girl." He says, "You know, you've been so good lately, I'm going to give you a full body massage." Or, "Since you've been so good lately you are getting your hair washed by Me tonight."
I think that's why we are still so in love. Or at least one of the reasons.
Fuck Denny's. Fuck Denny's employees. Fuck Denny's managers. Fuck Denny's customers who think they are the only ones in the god damn resturant. Fuck people who don't tip, even though they get great service and nothing is wrong with their food and/or drinks. Fuck people who complain about nothing just to try and get free food. Fuck people who after asking you to bring them something, keep asking for more things the minute you get back to the table when the resturant is busy. "I need some mustard." .. "Here you go." ... "Sorry I forgot, I also need some extra napkins." .. "No problem. Here you go." .. "Oh! I almost forgot, I also need a refill on this drink." .. "Here is your Coke." .. "One more thing, I need a couple of to go boxes." ... "Fuck you."
Fuck serving. Fuck counting on customers for 90% of your wages. Fuck getting paid only $2.33 an hour to not only take care of all your customers, but also take care of the register, bus tables, do side work, roll silverware, clean windows, and all the other bullshit that goes along with it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Oh and one more thing. Fuck salads, fuck desserts, fuck signature drinks that you have to mix, fuck milk shakes, and fuck day dot stickers!
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Nail Polish
Odd thing to post about, yes?
But for some reason it was on my mind today. When I was growing up I was a bit of a tom boy. I never even painted my fingernails until I was about 16 years old. And only then, because I was growing out of my tom boy stage.
Master likes it when I wear nail polish. He finds it sexy. He especially enjoys it, when I paint my toe nails. I asked Him why at one point and He basically told me, "It's sexy because it shows a little bit more effort on your part." And I can see why that is. Honestly. The only time my toes are showing is 1) if I am at home, cause I'm always naked or in lingerie, or 2) I'm wearing high heels. Other then that, they are covered my my shoes.
I just feel a little bit sexier if I have nail polish on. Even if it is just clear nail polish. Where I work right now I can't wear colored nail polish. So I put on clear. In fact today I looked at my nails and sighed. I haven't had nail polish on in over a month. Why? I don't know. Laziness perhaps? Which is inexcusable on my behalf. It doesn't take that long to paint my nails.. what? 10 - 15 minutes tops?
So I found my clear nail polish and put it on right before I made this post, and you know what? I already feel a little sexier. I think my nails look healthier. They are shiny and pretty damnit! I honestly do like having colored nail polish on more. But because of work, I can't. Although sometimes, I paint my fingernails clear and my toe nails a pretty color. They can't bitch about my toes if they can't see them. And I remember the last time I did that Master seemed pleased.
One thing I do have to admit is that when I have nail polish on, I all of a sudden become a nail perfectionist. I don't do the ultra girly thing of "Oh my Gods I've chipped a nail!" and freak out. All I do is fix the problem. My nail broke? I cut them all the same length once I have a nail clipper available. My nail polish is chipping? I fix it once I get home. No biggie. But I do know, for a fact, that I can't just leave it once I get home. The minute I have time to sit down, I'm fixing my nails. I tried to one day. Master gave me time to just sit and relax. My nail polish was chipped, and I sat there and read a book, but every time I went to turn the page that damn nail was staring at me. So I fixed to stupid thing. And then enjoyed my book. I'm odd that way. I'm not an extremely girly girl or anything. I'm really not. But I do love to look good.
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Age: 24
Status: slave & wife to Master Coyote
Slave Number: 116-597-286
Height: 5'1
Weight: 100 lbs.
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