Its very hard for me to explain whats going through my head. If i sit back and pull away from the scene, its an imense (sp?) feeling of control. Its scary, sexy, lip biting fun. My kitty feels so very small to me, weak, powerless, thrashing around on the bed, bound by ropes, hooded by leather. It all makes me feel evil, sinister, like a mad scientist playing with a toy. Like a cat playing with a mouse. The connection with her is intense, i can anticipate everything she is going to do, control everything she is going to feel...

* sorry im all wound up and my kitty is out of town for the night*