Kitty

Without much thought, you grab the collar that would label you as a kitty, your pulse racing. You pick it up, feeling the smooth, cold leather between your fingers. You slip it around your neck, fastening the buckle with shaking hands. The collar feels snug and secure against your skin, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride and empowerment as you look down at it. You are in control of your own pleasure and desires, and you are ready to embrace your submissive side.

Moving to all fours, you crawl around to the next room of the dungeon, your knees and palms pressed against the cool, hard floor. You can feel the collar chafing against your skin, a reminder of your submission and desire. You let out a soft whine, imagining the touch of someone else's hands on your skin and their lips against your neck. You know you shouldn't be, but you're ever so horny and **** for someone's touch, but you know that probably won't happen.

As you explore the neighboring room, you take in the sights and sounds around you. There are whips, chains and leashes hanging on the walls and a spanking bench in the middle of the room. As well as this, you swear that you saw a cage in a nearby room. You wish you could feel the sting of the whip against your skin, to be bound and helpless, at the mercy of anyone present. You let out a moan of desire, your body aching for someone's touch.

You crawl to the table, your body aching with need. Although you should probably be getting some rest, you are determined to make the most of the night. You slip out of your clothes and crawl onto the spanking bench, the bright pink collar still fastened around your neck. You close your eyes and let your imagination run wild, your body lost in the pleasures of your own touch. You're horny and **** for release, and you know that tonight, you'll be able to explore all your deepest desires.