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Kitti, the Unstoppable Hex Machine

...and a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries...

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photography, Kitti, art, me, kink
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Currently addicted to this:




I also find myself plagued by wolves. Well, maybe "plagued" isn't the right word... perhaps "surrounded" would be better. All of them calling me, occaisionally, to kneel before them and become enshrouded as they howl their laments to the moon, before savaging me. Sometimes I have this deep longing to be allowed into thier packs, but then I remember that I can only function as an island.

What I really crave is true pain. True servitude. Not just mistreatment for the sake of it, or because I asked for it, or even because I need it to remind me what life is; but for the true and twisted pleasure of another. I'm beginning to come round to the idea of "love" again, but I'm almost certain I could only ever love myself, no matter how much I want to belong to a Master, lupine or otherwise. I must remember at all times that I am an island, and that's the only way I'll be safe. Letting some sediment wash away in the tide occaisionally is all well and good, but I can't allow the ocean to claim me fully. The last time, it almost killed me.

What I need is LoveHate. Adoration of Him and hatred of myself when we're together, and vice versa when I'm alone. I think I can train myself into this, it would suit my situation better than calling the name of a Master who may not even exist.
Correction: Doesn't exist.


and a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries.

Kit. xxx