So I am part of a well known fetish social networking site. I generally like being part of it and am proud to be part of the fetish community, but recently I've started to feel like there is some kind of horrible culture of bullying going on...and I don't want to be any part of it.
When I was a kid I was bullied. I was bullied because I was bookish and kind of chubby and a bit weird and didn't like other children and had frizzy hair and no other kids could ever understand anything I said because I didn't talk like a normal child. Now I know that at least two of those things are inherent in my nature and I am proud of them.
When I was a teenager, I was bullied because I was interested in my lessons, because my skirt wasn't so short my arse hung out the bottom, because I didn't pile my makeup on with a trowel (well...until the rainbow eyeshadow stage...) and because most of my peers still couldn't understand a word I said. And I was still weird.
I've been bullied in the workplace on more than one occasion, from management level down. I've even had things thrown at me in the street, which amounts to the same thing.
It's therefore not completely surprising that I have a very strong objection to such a culture which would single out an individual as a target simply because one or two people find them distasteful. Especially when each and every person involved in the drama is over the age of 10. It would seem that no matter how old people get, there are still those that feel the need to shit in each others' breakfasts and that is really, really sad.
About Me
- one_lost_kitten
- I am a late 20-something kitten living in a large city in Northern England. I live in a little house in a big city with my cat and my chap and try to make enough money to get by with. My dreams don't involve making a lot of cash but do involve being happy, receiving love and owning more cats.
1888 - Part One
London, 1888.
In the warm golden light from the gas lamps the two men sat, smoking jackets open over relaxed shirt-collars as the rustle of newspapers and book pages turning added a different cadence to the rain thrashing down on the windowpanes. The air of comfortable masculine silence was palpable as the slighter man sipped from a glass of whiskey as his companion drew occasionally on a pipe. The rich smoke added to the atmosphere, hanging in the air like the ghosts of Oriental dragons before dispersing to be lost in the bleak night air. The two men were clearly brothers, although one was dark and saturnine, the other fair with a fiery hint of red to his close-trimmed beard and mustache. The darker man had hints of silver running through his hair betraying a little age, but both were youthful-looking, with strong jaw lines and full, expressive lips and both had compelling green eyes framed by spectacles which caught the light, reflected and refracted and gleamed like molten gold.
They sat for a time in the companionable quietness, occasionally passing comment on this or that while the fire crackled and leapt in the grate. After a time the fair brother closed his book shut with a snap and lay it on the arm of the chair.
"Coffee, James? Or are you staying with the whiskey?".
"Thank you, no".
The fair man stood up, crossing through the room and pulling on a velvet rope next to the door. Far off, in the servants' quarters in the attic a bell could be heard ringing and within minutes light footsteps could be heard followed by a gentle tap at the door, to be answered by the fair brother.
In the cool half-dark of the hallway a small figure stood. The light spilling from the doorway illuminated delicate features and large brown eyes set in pale skin, framed by thick, heavy curls of black hair, somehow breaking free from its' restraints. For a moment the man looked at her blankly.
"Are you the new girl?". For a split second she looked terrified, then rallied and dropped a curtsey. "Yes Sir. I was retained by Mr James, sir. If you please Sir, my name is Anna". He looked long and hard at the girl. Her lush curves were barely shrouded by the utilitarian fabric of her uniform and her shy smile as she met his eye made something carnal in him roar with lust. After a moment he said "Well, Anna. My name is Alexander, and I would like a pot of coffee, please.", and the maid nodded, dropped another curtsey and turned on heel without another word, disappearing into the darkened passageway, leaving him standing in the doorway watching her go.
"Pretty thing, isn't she Alex?" asked James as his brother closed the door with a snap. "I rather fancied her when she came for interview. Clever enough, too." Alexander looked at his brother sharply, before giving a wry grin. "I was worried to go to Edinburgh and leave you to pick a new maid but I ought to have known that your gentleman's prerogative would have had something to do with your choice!" He laughed. "But you are right, James, she's a winsome little thing, and that hair - lovely, really."
Time passed; long enough that Alex's arousal had begun to subside when a brisk knock at the door heralded the arrival of the housemaid, pushing the door open without waiting and bringing in a tray with a small coffee pot, cup and a silver jug of cream. As she strode across the floor her foot caught in the hem of her austere dress and she tripped, tray falling from her hands as she threw them out in front of her to break her fall. The china cup shattered on the hearth sending almost translucent white shards into the roaring fire and over the hearthrug. The coffee pot followed it, the dark, steaming liquid seeping into the reddish rug making it look like fresh-spilled blood, the rich cream adding a counterpoint. The girl cried out as she fell, hands and knees hitting the floor hard and she knelt still for a moment before beginning to gather the shattered crocks to herself as she babbled "I'm sorry, sirs, I'm sorry, oh, please, don't let me go sirs!".
James threw aside his newspaper, standing and taking one step to raise the near-hysterical girl from the floor by the elbow. She made a little mewling sound of discomfort. "Girl, look what you have done! You came to me with good references and you can't even walk across the floor! You don't want me to release you from service so you must want me to take this from your wages instead?" The girl's large eyes filled with tears and she said "No, please, don't! I just tripped Mr James, I'm sorry, it was an accident..." He looked at her with hard eyes, assessing her for a moment as Alex looked on. "Well, Anna, this cannot go unpunished," He paused. "if you won't have it deducted from your salary, I shall take it from your skin."
In an instant the girl pulled sharply away and turned to the door, trying to run from her inevitable fate but Alex was too quick, and she found herself crashing into his broad chest, his hand suddenly and painfully around her arm, his other arm tight around her waist. "Let me go!" she gasped, pulling at his grasping fingers. In one movement he let go her waist and grabbed her long hair, yanking her head back hard, rewarded by a sharp scream from the terrified girl. He felt blood pounding in his veins as his passion rose and he leaned into the girl and without thinking kissed her hungrily. She fought in his grip, tried to pull away - and then her body relaxed, her mouth softened and she began to return the kiss, her movements a little shy, her head still pulled back sharply.
He broke away from her, pushing her a step away and looking up at his brother. There was naked lust in his eyes, and Alex remembered the last time they had shared a woman... The young man shoved the girl firmly across the room and James caught her up, deftly pulling her down over his lap as he sat back in the armchair, her weight carrying her forward until she was face down, hair brushing the floor where it was escaping from her ponytail. Wriggling on his lap she tried to right herself, her breasts pressing into James's thighs and she felt the bulge of his cock harden as she moved. Despite herself, the girl gasped with unexpected arousal. Head down, she heard his soft laugh. "Now we have you, little mouse, we will exact this punishment."
James's hand caressed her neck softly, fingertips tracing along her spine, making her shiver. She tilted her head slightly, allowing his exploring to pass onto her cheek, her lips... Her eyes closed and she smiled. With a quick flick of his wrist, James raised the hem of her skirts, flipping them over her bloomers to gather at her waist. Her head jerked up and she heard footsteps; Alex had walked over and stood in front of her, hands unbuttoning his fly. He pulled his cock from within and began to stroke his already swelling member, inches from her lips. She swallowed hard. Underneath her she felt the other man move as his questing hands moved over her legs, from her slender ankles and calves up to her thighs, parting the opening of her underwear with a single finger. The curve of her pale arse was enough to make him growl with lust and without warning slapped the white skin hard enough to leave a lurid red print behind. She yelped with pain as he brought his hand down again and again, drawing more and more gasps and yelps, spanking the flawless skin until her cheeks coloured an angry red and her eyes were filled with tears.
James paused in his assault for a moment, breathing heavily. He watched his brother step closer, as he once more gripped the maid's hair and pulled her head back a little, the head of his cock resting against her full mouth. He swallowed a grunt of surprise and lust when she extended her tongue a little and slowly, gently licked the very tip, a little sound of pleasure felt through her lips on his manhood, rather than heard. She parted her lips slightly, inviting, but effectively restrained by Alex's hand caught in her knotted hair she could do nothing. He looked down at her, smirking slightly. "I see your little mouse has got some ideas of her own, James. Anyone would think she was enjoying your tender mercies." He laughed slightly, as the other man said "I think you might be right, Alex. What a dirty little slattern. I wonder if she's wet? I think we should check." Anna pulled at her hair but Alex's grip tightened as James parted the split crotch of her bloomers even further, exposing more of her reddened ass and just a glimpse of the deeper pink treasure beneath. With both hands he spread her thighs wide, her sex opening before him. He slipped a hand within her loose underwear and ran just the tip of one finger along her glistening womanhood. He raised it to his lips and tasted, grinning. "Oh, you're right Alex. She is enjoying this more than she's letting on!"
With a quick jerk Alex plunged his cock into the maid's open mouth, pressing deeply until he felt her gag against him. He grunted with pleasure, withdrawing almost completely from her so she could once again tease and massage with her tongue before once again thrusting into her mouth. The other man reached beneath her, rubbing his own cock as best he could while his fingers returned to her warm heart, slipping between her lips to find the bud of her centre. Her moans were muffled by Alex's dick but she began to grind her hips into James's thighs and he felt her pussy slicken further.
Alex pulled back and away, hand still wrapped around her hair, forcing her to stagger off his brother's lap after him. He sat down heavily in the other chair and pulled her after him. She eagerly began to lap at his cock again, taking his head into the heat of her mouth and slowly but firmly increasing the pressure, drawing him deeper and deeper. He growled, the nails of his free hand digging into the leather of the chair as he fought to contain his lust, for now he saw his brother rise, quickly unbuttoning himself as he came to stand behind the girl's wonderfully exposed cunt. Gripping his cock in one hand, James plunged two fingers into her sopping pussy and she let out a long, hard moan of pleasure, spreading her legs a little further apart and bucking against his hand. "The little whore is getting carried away," he growled, turning his hand until his thumb could rub her swollen clit as he finger fucked her, moans becoming little helpless gasps as Alex plunged his thick cock harder and harder into her throat, her eyes tearing as she gagged and drooled around him. He felt his orgasm building, the heat of her, the touch of her lips on his flesh bringing it close and with a harsh cry he came hard, shooting stream after stream of his seed into her waiting throat.
He felt her swallow around his cock as he lay back into the chair, finally releasing her hair. Caught in the pleasure of James's fingers filling her tight cunt she remained bent over the chair, rocking back into the other man's hand as she bit her lip, trying not to cry out. Her face flushed as James rubbed harder and faster, her breath now sharp pants, over and over and now she could not stop herself screaming with joyous lust as she came, sweet nectar flooding his hand and soaking her thighs and into her bloomers. She collapsed to her knees, crashing into the hard floor, her own cum dripping onto the boards beneath her. One hand on her shoulder, James pushed her around until she faced him, his own cock twitching and shiny with precum as he stroked roughly, muscles tensing as without warning and with a deep growl he erupted, thick wads of cum splattering her face as she jumped with surprise, coating her porcelain skin and dripping onto her lips.
Exhausted, she slumped back against the chair, her head resting on Alex's knee as she licked the salt-sweet fluid from her lips. Slowly and gently he stroked the girl's hair as James cleaned himself on his handkerchief, before stooping to pick up the shattered cup and coffee pot. He put the shards onto the tray with the cream jug and left it on the table. Coming over to the girl who reclined with her eyes closed he dropped into a crouch beside her, the smells of pipe-smoke and pomade seeming comforting to her now. He stroked her cheek and whispered to her "You did well, little mouse. I don't think we need to worry about that coffee pot now." Lost in her warm cloud, the housemaid smiled.
In the warm golden light from the gas lamps the two men sat, smoking jackets open over relaxed shirt-collars as the rustle of newspapers and book pages turning added a different cadence to the rain thrashing down on the windowpanes. The air of comfortable masculine silence was palpable as the slighter man sipped from a glass of whiskey as his companion drew occasionally on a pipe. The rich smoke added to the atmosphere, hanging in the air like the ghosts of Oriental dragons before dispersing to be lost in the bleak night air. The two men were clearly brothers, although one was dark and saturnine, the other fair with a fiery hint of red to his close-trimmed beard and mustache. The darker man had hints of silver running through his hair betraying a little age, but both were youthful-looking, with strong jaw lines and full, expressive lips and both had compelling green eyes framed by spectacles which caught the light, reflected and refracted and gleamed like molten gold.
They sat for a time in the companionable quietness, occasionally passing comment on this or that while the fire crackled and leapt in the grate. After a time the fair brother closed his book shut with a snap and lay it on the arm of the chair.
"Coffee, James? Or are you staying with the whiskey?".
"Thank you, no".
The fair man stood up, crossing through the room and pulling on a velvet rope next to the door. Far off, in the servants' quarters in the attic a bell could be heard ringing and within minutes light footsteps could be heard followed by a gentle tap at the door, to be answered by the fair brother.
In the cool half-dark of the hallway a small figure stood. The light spilling from the doorway illuminated delicate features and large brown eyes set in pale skin, framed by thick, heavy curls of black hair, somehow breaking free from its' restraints. For a moment the man looked at her blankly.
"Are you the new girl?". For a split second she looked terrified, then rallied and dropped a curtsey. "Yes Sir. I was retained by Mr James, sir. If you please Sir, my name is Anna". He looked long and hard at the girl. Her lush curves were barely shrouded by the utilitarian fabric of her uniform and her shy smile as she met his eye made something carnal in him roar with lust. After a moment he said "Well, Anna. My name is Alexander, and I would like a pot of coffee, please.", and the maid nodded, dropped another curtsey and turned on heel without another word, disappearing into the darkened passageway, leaving him standing in the doorway watching her go.
"Pretty thing, isn't she Alex?" asked James as his brother closed the door with a snap. "I rather fancied her when she came for interview. Clever enough, too." Alexander looked at his brother sharply, before giving a wry grin. "I was worried to go to Edinburgh and leave you to pick a new maid but I ought to have known that your gentleman's prerogative would have had something to do with your choice!" He laughed. "But you are right, James, she's a winsome little thing, and that hair - lovely, really."
Time passed; long enough that Alex's arousal had begun to subside when a brisk knock at the door heralded the arrival of the housemaid, pushing the door open without waiting and bringing in a tray with a small coffee pot, cup and a silver jug of cream. As she strode across the floor her foot caught in the hem of her austere dress and she tripped, tray falling from her hands as she threw them out in front of her to break her fall. The china cup shattered on the hearth sending almost translucent white shards into the roaring fire and over the hearthrug. The coffee pot followed it, the dark, steaming liquid seeping into the reddish rug making it look like fresh-spilled blood, the rich cream adding a counterpoint. The girl cried out as she fell, hands and knees hitting the floor hard and she knelt still for a moment before beginning to gather the shattered crocks to herself as she babbled "I'm sorry, sirs, I'm sorry, oh, please, don't let me go sirs!".
James threw aside his newspaper, standing and taking one step to raise the near-hysterical girl from the floor by the elbow. She made a little mewling sound of discomfort. "Girl, look what you have done! You came to me with good references and you can't even walk across the floor! You don't want me to release you from service so you must want me to take this from your wages instead?" The girl's large eyes filled with tears and she said "No, please, don't! I just tripped Mr James, I'm sorry, it was an accident..." He looked at her with hard eyes, assessing her for a moment as Alex looked on. "Well, Anna, this cannot go unpunished," He paused. "if you won't have it deducted from your salary, I shall take it from your skin."
In an instant the girl pulled sharply away and turned to the door, trying to run from her inevitable fate but Alex was too quick, and she found herself crashing into his broad chest, his hand suddenly and painfully around her arm, his other arm tight around her waist. "Let me go!" she gasped, pulling at his grasping fingers. In one movement he let go her waist and grabbed her long hair, yanking her head back hard, rewarded by a sharp scream from the terrified girl. He felt blood pounding in his veins as his passion rose and he leaned into the girl and without thinking kissed her hungrily. She fought in his grip, tried to pull away - and then her body relaxed, her mouth softened and she began to return the kiss, her movements a little shy, her head still pulled back sharply.
He broke away from her, pushing her a step away and looking up at his brother. There was naked lust in his eyes, and Alex remembered the last time they had shared a woman... The young man shoved the girl firmly across the room and James caught her up, deftly pulling her down over his lap as he sat back in the armchair, her weight carrying her forward until she was face down, hair brushing the floor where it was escaping from her ponytail. Wriggling on his lap she tried to right herself, her breasts pressing into James's thighs and she felt the bulge of his cock harden as she moved. Despite herself, the girl gasped with unexpected arousal. Head down, she heard his soft laugh. "Now we have you, little mouse, we will exact this punishment."
James's hand caressed her neck softly, fingertips tracing along her spine, making her shiver. She tilted her head slightly, allowing his exploring to pass onto her cheek, her lips... Her eyes closed and she smiled. With a quick flick of his wrist, James raised the hem of her skirts, flipping them over her bloomers to gather at her waist. Her head jerked up and she heard footsteps; Alex had walked over and stood in front of her, hands unbuttoning his fly. He pulled his cock from within and began to stroke his already swelling member, inches from her lips. She swallowed hard. Underneath her she felt the other man move as his questing hands moved over her legs, from her slender ankles and calves up to her thighs, parting the opening of her underwear with a single finger. The curve of her pale arse was enough to make him growl with lust and without warning slapped the white skin hard enough to leave a lurid red print behind. She yelped with pain as he brought his hand down again and again, drawing more and more gasps and yelps, spanking the flawless skin until her cheeks coloured an angry red and her eyes were filled with tears.
James paused in his assault for a moment, breathing heavily. He watched his brother step closer, as he once more gripped the maid's hair and pulled her head back a little, the head of his cock resting against her full mouth. He swallowed a grunt of surprise and lust when she extended her tongue a little and slowly, gently licked the very tip, a little sound of pleasure felt through her lips on his manhood, rather than heard. She parted her lips slightly, inviting, but effectively restrained by Alex's hand caught in her knotted hair she could do nothing. He looked down at her, smirking slightly. "I see your little mouse has got some ideas of her own, James. Anyone would think she was enjoying your tender mercies." He laughed slightly, as the other man said "I think you might be right, Alex. What a dirty little slattern. I wonder if she's wet? I think we should check." Anna pulled at her hair but Alex's grip tightened as James parted the split crotch of her bloomers even further, exposing more of her reddened ass and just a glimpse of the deeper pink treasure beneath. With both hands he spread her thighs wide, her sex opening before him. He slipped a hand within her loose underwear and ran just the tip of one finger along her glistening womanhood. He raised it to his lips and tasted, grinning. "Oh, you're right Alex. She is enjoying this more than she's letting on!"
With a quick jerk Alex plunged his cock into the maid's open mouth, pressing deeply until he felt her gag against him. He grunted with pleasure, withdrawing almost completely from her so she could once again tease and massage with her tongue before once again thrusting into her mouth. The other man reached beneath her, rubbing his own cock as best he could while his fingers returned to her warm heart, slipping between her lips to find the bud of her centre. Her moans were muffled by Alex's dick but she began to grind her hips into James's thighs and he felt her pussy slicken further.
Alex pulled back and away, hand still wrapped around her hair, forcing her to stagger off his brother's lap after him. He sat down heavily in the other chair and pulled her after him. She eagerly began to lap at his cock again, taking his head into the heat of her mouth and slowly but firmly increasing the pressure, drawing him deeper and deeper. He growled, the nails of his free hand digging into the leather of the chair as he fought to contain his lust, for now he saw his brother rise, quickly unbuttoning himself as he came to stand behind the girl's wonderfully exposed cunt. Gripping his cock in one hand, James plunged two fingers into her sopping pussy and she let out a long, hard moan of pleasure, spreading her legs a little further apart and bucking against his hand. "The little whore is getting carried away," he growled, turning his hand until his thumb could rub her swollen clit as he finger fucked her, moans becoming little helpless gasps as Alex plunged his thick cock harder and harder into her throat, her eyes tearing as she gagged and drooled around him. He felt his orgasm building, the heat of her, the touch of her lips on his flesh bringing it close and with a harsh cry he came hard, shooting stream after stream of his seed into her waiting throat.
He felt her swallow around his cock as he lay back into the chair, finally releasing her hair. Caught in the pleasure of James's fingers filling her tight cunt she remained bent over the chair, rocking back into the other man's hand as she bit her lip, trying not to cry out. Her face flushed as James rubbed harder and faster, her breath now sharp pants, over and over and now she could not stop herself screaming with joyous lust as she came, sweet nectar flooding his hand and soaking her thighs and into her bloomers. She collapsed to her knees, crashing into the hard floor, her own cum dripping onto the boards beneath her. One hand on her shoulder, James pushed her around until she faced him, his own cock twitching and shiny with precum as he stroked roughly, muscles tensing as without warning and with a deep growl he erupted, thick wads of cum splattering her face as she jumped with surprise, coating her porcelain skin and dripping onto her lips.
Exhausted, she slumped back against the chair, her head resting on Alex's knee as she licked the salt-sweet fluid from her lips. Slowly and gently he stroked the girl's hair as James cleaned himself on his handkerchief, before stooping to pick up the shattered cup and coffee pot. He put the shards onto the tray with the cream jug and left it on the table. Coming over to the girl who reclined with her eyes closed he dropped into a crouch beside her, the smells of pipe-smoke and pomade seeming comforting to her now. He stroked her cheek and whispered to her "You did well, little mouse. I don't think we need to worry about that coffee pot now." Lost in her warm cloud, the housemaid smiled.
I'm home!!!
The Beardy One and I are now officially moved in to our new house! Hooray!
Yesterday we moved most of our stuff from the old place (just one or two bits left to get) and, most importantly, we got the sofa in! We now have a living room full of boxes and miscellaneous crap but WE ARE IN!
I'm sitting on the sofa, looking out my back door (which is wide open, letting in the fresh air and birdsong, only slightly spoiled by the occasional noisy car or child) and looking at my washing drying on the line. It's been a very, very long time coming but we are finally here. The kitchen still needs some work, and the hallway is still bare plaster but for the most part, everything is sweet.
The Beardy One and I are now officially moved in to our new house! Hooray!
Yesterday we moved most of our stuff from the old place (just one or two bits left to get) and, most importantly, we got the sofa in! We now have a living room full of boxes and miscellaneous crap but WE ARE IN!
I'm sitting on the sofa, looking out my back door (which is wide open, letting in the fresh air and birdsong, only slightly spoiled by the occasional noisy car or child) and looking at my washing drying on the line. It's been a very, very long time coming but we are finally here. The kitchen still needs some work, and the hallway is still bare plaster but for the most part, everything is sweet.