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“Bad Kitty. Bad girl.” My owner looks back and tells me as I stop shaking.  “You aren’t suppose to come yet. We were to walk around the park once being going home and letting daddy fuck you for keeping yourself under control.”  She shakes her head at me before pulling me forward. Mommy finishes my walk and takes me home. She leads me to my room and takes off my leash. As she starts to leave the room I whimper and rub my legs together to let her know that she forgot to take it out. “No, it stays in today. You were a bad Kitty. No cock and that stays on until I take it out in an hour.” She closes the door behind her. I go to my hiding place and pull out the other toy that Daddy got me. I slipped it up my ass after I oiled it down. I then sit on a pillow and cum a number of times before Mommy is back. Daddy is a little nicer to me than Mommy, but I know Mommy loves me too. She doesn’t even take the vibrating egg out of me when she returns. She just holds her hand out and wat

During my confessional is the only time I get a release from my ordeal. From my shame. From my punishment. From my penance. At night everything is removed from me, and my arms are strapped to my bed along with my feet. In the mornings I am cleaned and allowed to use the bathroom before I am outfitted for my crimes. I labor through my chores with a companion. I am never alone. They know that my flesh is weak and trust isn’t possible. I am watched even as I relieve myself in the bathroom. I am shown some mercies. During meals everything that can be turned off is. For confessions, I am the last one in the church beside my superior. He sits behind the veil and hears me as I moan from my tortured bodily cage. As I read from a book of sins that I continue to fantasize about. He never interrupts me. He doesn’t ask for details and doesn’t have to. I give them freely to enhance my confession. To fulfill my bliss. Yes! Bliss! Fucking Christ Bliss! He grunts in agreement as he come