Malvakian Bracken

I once implied that a human should perhaps think twice, reconsider, flip a coin, then think some more before taking the collar of a Neko.  So, of course, I go against my own advice and, you guessed it, I collared a Neko.

Malvakian Bracken.  I’ve met few kittens in Second Life like you, and consider myself blessed to own you.  With the exception of a little hottie kitten, I can’t think of a kitten I’d rather own. 

Although, to be fair, I’m still not really sure one can own a Neko.  With my slaves, they pretty much make themselves available to my Family upon request.  In other words, if I am not available, any Brat can play with any slave at any time, with a few exceptions.  Kitten obeys me with all her heart, but as to the rest of the Family, in a very cat like manner, its play when and where she sees fit.  You can almost picture her curled in front of the fire, grooming herself, looking at Dio and the cuffs with that look of “yeah, whatever chick,” and then going back to her grooming.  Makes you wonder some days who owns who.

Kitten, when we go for walks, and stop to chat or visit and you tower at my feet and softly let your tail wrap around my leg and knead my calf and thigh,  oh yes, who wouldn’t tingle?  Believe me when I say your essence does the same thing to my heart.

Its amazing to me that you have given yourself to me considering our past, the fights, the power struggle.  It will surprise my readers to know that I once even went so far as to ban you from Stonehaven.

While writing this blog, I paused with regret to consider the Nekos that have come into my life filled with adoration and love, only to leave with us fighting, full of resentment and scorn, or in some cases, pure hate.  I find it ironic that you came into my life in the opposite manner, and now show my love and adoration on your face every time I see you.  I guess perhaps the best way for a human to own a Neko is to do everything backwards.

I love you kitten, thank you.  Thank you, for simply being you.

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My slaves, kitten, piggy and sissy

Someone recently brought it to my attention that there are several other key members of our Family that I have not given sufficient time towards.  I intend to write about each of these lovely ladies in the coming days.  Stay tuned.

Rabea Landar

I once vowed that I would not take on any new Brats.  Most readers will recall that I promised Claire was my final one.  the trouble with painting yourself into a corner is that sooner or later, you have to come out.

I knew as I made that vow that somewhere there was a person special enough for me to consider as a Brat.  I finally met her.  Rabea Landar.

Rabea is the latest addition to our Family.  I won’t make the same mistake twice and say she’s the last Brat.  *smile*

Rabea entered our Family like a whirlwind, she suddenly appeared, blew in, shook everything up, rearranged it and twirled about with a lot of noise.  However, whirlwinds usually die down, or blow away.  Thankfully, Rabea has done neither.

She has lingered, gotten to know everyone, and shown what a kind and caring person she can be under her gruff exterior.  Somewhere along the way, she has shown that if she is nothing else, she is a Brat.

Rabea comes to our Family at a time when I was afraid we were leveling off in our passion, or perhaps had hit a flat point.  Since her appearance, everyone seems recharged, more energetic.  I’m not sure how to describe it, but a lot of the activities we engage in as fans of bdsm require that we have a certain “burning”.  Rabea has helped turn up the heat for a lot of us, for lack of a better analogy.

As such, I have given her the title of Yasmin’s Fire.  Be careful when you play with her, lest you get burned.

I love you Rab, we love you.  Welcome to the Family.