Kitten

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She had arrived on our doorstep in a basket, Naked as the day she was born. One of Master's clients had sent Him Kitten as a thank you gift, for the dungeon he had just completed. Kitten was a slave and a switch, and even though she had been with us about six months, I still knew very little about who she was and where she came from. I knew Master had her pedigree, and he would have told me if there were things I should have known.

Driving back with Kitten from our weekend at Mistress Bergenia's Academy for Submissives and Slaves, ASS, I finally got up the courage to ask her about her life prior to coming to live with Master and me.

I sneaked a peek over at her. Her eyes had taken on a distant look, when she sighed and said, "I've been to hell and back, Baby, some were good, some I tremble at the thought of."

I had known Kitten was into some really kinky stuff, but until she started talking I did not have a clue. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, Kitten," I said, "but I would like to know more about you, and this is about the first time we could talk without others being around."

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