From the Bottom to the Top

By Kitty

This is a snapshot of a love story of a girl that always wanted to be owned, who met a guy that switched her overnight, and how he became hers in the most powerful, passionate, and beautiful way imaginable. It is a no-holds-barred account of our journey and the freedom it brought to our souls.
I hope it inspires others who walk this path as much as he inspired me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Africa
• Release date: Feb 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482806106

Kitty

I was born and raised in Africa, and after close to twenty years in London, I returned a few years ago. I am truly blessed to be able to live on the edge of one of the last great Edens on earth. I am a passionate advocate for animal rights, veganism or vegetarianism, alternative medicine, freedom, and peace.

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Contents

About The Book

Introduction

Chapter 1    The Link

Chapter 2

Chapter 3    The Ties That Bind

Chapter 4    The Sound Of Silence

Chapter 5    Redemption

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9    Jade

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12    Hung-Over

Chapter 13

Chapter 14    Holiday Black And Blues

Chapter 15

Chapter 16    Out And About

Chapter 17    Red

Chapter 18    Broken Wing

About The Author

For my little bird - eternal gratitude for putting the sun back in my soul - with love

ABOUT THE BOOK

This is a snapshot of a love story of a girl that always wanted to be owned, who met a guy that switched her overnight, and how he became hers in the most powerful, passionate, and beautiful way imaginable. It is a no-holds-barred account of our journey and the freedom it brought to our souls.

I hope it inspires others who walk this path as much as he inspired me.

INTRODUCTION

F uck me, there is no other way to put it—you are unbelievably hot.

Always a pleasure to get it right. Gotta get something right, hey?

I could almost switch.

Shame it is only almost because I could definitely please you …

OK then, fuck it—I would. It may bring out the worst in me.

That made me smile, you view it as the worst but I would see that as the best, and a nasty Dom brings out the very fucking best in me.

I am on the other side of the world at the moment.

No. Get back here now.

Fucking tell me, making a plan to get there, too many reasons right there not to.

Well, I would give you several more when you get here. I am all yours. You can get dirty and nasty and all fucked up with me for all the wrong reasons. I like your style, and I am getting my fucked-up dirty little mind into all the ways we can get downright nasty together and make you never want to switch back again.

Stop it. Just looking at you drives me wild, and I can clearly see the welts and marks I would put down that beautiful torso of yours.

Well, I picture the same—you standing over me, legs astride my wounded body, whip in hand, looking extremely pleased, and yet I am still wanting more.

You are really fucking my head around, but it seems impossible to resist with you. Fuck.

It’s always good to fuck somebody’s head about. It means I am doing something right. I am here, helpless to resist, all you want and need. Fuck it, I am all you’re gonna need. You are on the same page of being naughty, dirty, and depraved as me, and I can’t get the perfect image of me—wrists and ankles bound, underneath you, and my body bruised, cracked, and hurting, and yet my cock is rock-hard and twitching for more.

I know. You sound like me … You are the male version of me, and I am the female version of you. Never engaged with a submissive man before, but hey, fuck it, let’s go.

You never know what or who you are until you find it, and a lot of the time, that changes with what comes your way. The phrase—fuck it! Works pretty well for me here, and I am pretty confident that your dominant prowess will just flow through your veins.

Would you consider switching? Fuck, this could go anywhere, everywhere …

I would never say never … Aah, the possibilities, I would make a great offering.

Mmmmm … Hog-tied and a nice basting with a cat-o’-nine-tails, washed down with your cum.

That’s a recipe for a lot of fun just for starters, let alone our fucked main course. Now you are talking. Did you climb in my mind and read my dick’s head? Our deviance is intertwined. You can tie me up anytime, anywhere, waiting for that basting. I want you so fucking bad. The possibilities are bouncing around my head like a dirty dream wanting to get out.

What have you done to me? One ripped torso and all I can think about is tearing that body to shreds. What a fucking combination we are. All the things that I want for myself now I want to do to you.

Wake up, where are you this morning?

Why wake up when the dark dreams are so fucking good? I could not sleep thinking about you whipping me. Now you never know, whatever you do to me, I might learn from that and give it back even more if the mood takes me.

Well, I think that could be fucking epic and the cherry on the very sweet cake that you are. Just want to sink my teeth in you. The thought of both of us being bruised, broken, and bleeding is just plain fucking mind-blowing.

Your turn, my turn—dirty, fucked up, and messy. Where will it ever end? Two fucked bodies, insanely fucked minds, and huge fucking grin to match the bruises and scars of ecstasy. Now that’s epic. Might have to clamp us together and see who breaks first. Think it would go on a long time …

Well, that just gave me a huge rush of adrenaline. My panties are wet. There really are no limitations or boundaries to this whole scenario, which really makes it about as fucked up as fucked up can be.

You are wet, and I have lost all control of my cock. It’s lost its fucking head, and the thought of what fucking beauty we can create is blowing my fucked crazy-ass mind. Love it! I know we will push it. The line doesn’t exist for me and you. We know that, which is why we wouldn’t stop. You are awesome. So let’s fuel this fucked-up fire of creativity we have sparked. And get here now. I want to bury my face in our beautiful cunt, just wanting to taste you, breathing you in, knowing I am going to do whatever the fuck you tell me, wanting to do whatever the fuck you ask, and more than that, knowing it is what I deserve, and above all else, I want to please you more than anything. The anticipation is killing me. I want to fuck you so hard you feel like you are a part of me. If this is what I feel like before I have even met you, I can only begin to imagine what it will feel like in your presence, waiting for that first touch, first kiss, first slap, first cut. Fuck!

I am coming for you, little bird.

And this is how it went …

CHAPTER 1

THE LINK

F irstly, you will always be naked in my presence. My nakedness is a privilege you will earn.

I am lying in a very hot and oily bath, smelling like strawberry milkshake, admiring my freshly painted blood-red toenails, which are going to look great in a pair of spiky heels and in your mouth.

You are kneeling next to my bath, blindfolded and naked. I tell you to reach in and massage every inch of my body, making sure the oil gets everywhere. I want you to feel the oil mixing with my cum. It is a rare occasion you will be allowed such. I invite you in, I want you to be as hot and sweaty and oily as I am. A full body contact of skin on skin with sweat and oil and the heat. I feel you get hard—I don’t mind this time as I know I will be taking you back to square one very soon. I want your body to be hot and oily and looking exceptional for later.

We get out. You can dry me off, kneeling and being able to smell me and my cunt. If I feel you trying to touch me without my permission, I am going to smack you real hard, but I will admire the imprint of my hand on your cheek.

We come to the bedroom. I put on the heels as I will need them later. I tell you to lie down face up. Now I want to cool your body right down. Get the ice, running over inch of you until you are cold and covered in goosebumps. Your nipples are so hard, and your cock is back to nothing, spending time on your balls and your cock so they are almost numb.

I go to the freezer and get a nice heavy chain that has been in there for hours. I wrap it around your body, so tight. I want to see the indentations of the links in your skin. I know how painful it is to have your arms tied back for an extended time. Your body is so cold now, and the restraint of the chain is making it start to hurt all over. I stand over you, pressing my heel into your neck, asking you, ‘Are you ready?’ You will never be ready really. Your body is trembling now, and you don’t know what to think. Will she just leave me like this? Will she distract with me something else? And will she please just put her lips against mine so I know it’s OK. I admire my handiwork and your beauty for a while, letting it build. I bend down