One of the first nights Kitten and I shared a dynamic was at a party hosted by her partner (at the time). He was an older guy and he was juggling a bunch of young eager submissives. He knew I was crushing hard on Kitten, so he tied her wrists in rope cuffs and brought her to me. “Can you take care of Kitten for me?” he asked, as he passed me the rope. Of course I was blushing, and happy to care for this beauty.
We sat together and talked a little, her wrists bound, eventually she mentioned that her fingers were going numb. This is a bad sign, I immediately started to untie the rope. Kitten protested, worried her dominant would be upset with her. I assured her I would handle any concerns he had, and loosed the rope. She batted her eyes at me, I swooned, we made out for hours.
I felt compelled to look out for her, and that feeling never went away. And it goes both ways, Kitten is protective of me too. She was in my corner during some of my toughest times, and I’ll never forget it. I love how this photo showcases that fierce side of her; keeping watch.