SAD yields to HAPPY (Horny And Pleading for Pleasure from You)

It is spring, and this little pet is bouncing off the walls.

Have you ever seen kittens bounce off walls? They really do that. My old cat did when he was a young cat. He had so much energy and enthusiasm that he would go racing around the house, carom off a wall, and head off in another direction. Any direction.

Well, that's what this little submissive pet is doing. This submissive and very manic pet. This old cat who is still a kitten. It's spring and I haven't been lowering my meds fast enough and my mind is tripping over itself and ideas are littering the floor and I'm so horny I could scream.

I need to be fucked.
A lot.
Right this minute.

I need to be kissed and caressed and spanked and bitten and flogged and tied to the bed and chained to the heavy iron rod in the closet and caned and fucked.

Fucked in the ass.
Fucked in the mouth.

Cock after cock buried in my pussy while my nipples are twisted and my neck is bitten and a hand is clamped around my throat until I'm gagging and gasping and I struggle out the words "hurt me..."

I need to be fucked.
I need to be hurt.
I need to be controlled to counter my wildness.
To subdue me just enough...

I need to be hurt.

A few days ago I was startled by the urge to be caned. Now, I really do hate the cane. Not that it matters any. But I do hate it. Especially as wielded by my beloved sadistic Master. There are never that many strokes. I couldn't handle that many strokes. But they hurt like hell. They cut right through me... I think that would help settle me right now.

To be caned.
To be fucked.

To be fucked on the floor after I'd been caned so that the carpet rubbed against the welts and the hard floor never let me forget the screaming muscles in my beaten butt.

I want to be fucked so it hurts.
Fuck me so that your wildness matches mine.
It's the mating season.
Nature demands sex.

And if I lower my meds, I'll be able to cum better.

Oops.
Slight problem there.
I'm not allowed to cum, am I?
How inconvenient...

But the seriously sadistic torture of springtime insatiability is made even more delicious when one's orgasms have been snatched from one's snatch and are being held under lock and key in a warehouse, doled out for no apparent reason except for the owner's amusement.

An orgasm is here and then it's gone. But deprivation? Every moment of desire is a reminder of my Master's ownership and of my obedience. And every sigh that slips from my pussy is like a million fingers tickling my clitoris.

Orgasm denial at this time of year is like having a vibrator permanently installed in my vagina, with only one setting. ON. It's like being forced to masturbate day and night. Yes, there is pain. But oh, the delicious sensations as my metaphorical fingers fondle all those sensitive bits...

Better this than no desire, no heart, no love, no submission...

Still, orgasm or no, a line of men outside my door, waiting to fuck the mania out of me, followed by a line of women outside my door, waiting to meld with me and celebrate the earth goddess the way only women can...

Touch me.
Bite me.
Hurt me.
Fuck me.

My mouth is open, my legs are spread, my nipples are hard, my cunt is hot and my ass is tight.

It's spring, and this submissive kitten's mind is desperately fixed on sex.

Fuck me.
please...?