Chapter 25. Becoming His Kitten

This kitten suit is hardly a kitten suit. It is like the one the other day: it shows a lot of skin. Picking up the blindfold, I kneel down and wait for him. My heart slows as I do, my mind freeing itself of all the memories once again, yet I feel the pain, the pain of every hit, of everything Max did. Opening up hurt me more than I ever thought it would, and it is taking everything to stop myself from breaking down. I need Jackson and I need this right now.

The sound of the door clicking makes me jump. I have not jumped in so long, not been shocked in ages – it is a sign that reliving it in my mind and words has broken me. The feel of the leather whip running across my shoulders makes me smile. His hands guide me up. Standing, I close my eyes. For some reason, closing my eyes helps me relax more, even though it is dark with the blindfold. I feel his hands remove my day collar and he slips another one around my neck, the lead clicking onto it. He guides me with the lea