They tell us our sexualization, objectification and submission is “empowering” so that we will be content with that and let it suffice; so that we won’t demand more, so that we won’t demand real liberation, real power and true equality. It’s a bait playing at our ingrained belief that a woman gets her value through men’s validation, leading to the trap that is our continued subordination.

Dinner with my Kitten

“Kitten, I’m home!”, I say as I walk into the house. I know she is around, we were supposed to go out for dinner. “Daddy!” she says as comes down the stairs to give me a hug. I love the way she wraps her arms around me to give me a big hug, her body pressing into mine. “How was your day kitten? Did you have a good time at work?” I ask, knowing she likes to tell me all that she has done through the day, even though she holds a senior position at her company. She gives me  her daily update, while I look at her appreciatively. She is still wearing the clothes I picked out for her this morning, and she looks mighty fine in them!

Tonight is date night, and I was planning on keeping us out late, so I asked her if she has gone pee-pee yet. She blushes, and says not yet. “Good girl kitten, we are going to have a long night out! I would like you to wear your cute pink top, and your short black skirt. I would like my girl to be good and hold it, but its going to be a long night, so would you like me to put a diaper on you?” She blushes again, replying “I am a big girl Daddy, I can hold it!” I smile, realizing that this evening is going to be fun!

I let her take her clothes out of her closet, and then I undress her slowly. I love taking the clothes of her body, watching her skin reveal itself. I put a fresh pair of panties on her, my hands tracing her hips. I don’t like her wearing a bra, so I pull her top on, playfully pulling her nipples while she squeals. I enjoy the tips of her nipples poking out of her shirt, tempting, but mine. I put her skirt on, asking her again if she wants a diaper. She refuses, saying she does not need to pee, and will be fine till after dinner.

We head out for dinner, and as I drive, I steal glances over at my kitten. I like looking at her legs, smooth and bare, extending out from under her skirt and going on forever. I brush my hand against knee, watching her smile her cute smile at me, knowing she is mine.

We get to our restaurant, and have a wait for our table. We buy a couple of drinks at the bar, and settle in. As I talk to her, I see her a get a little fidgety, but I ignore it. I know the evening has just begun. As I sit next to her at the bar, I tease her, and play with her hair, knowing she likes it. I love sitting next her, my knee against her thigh, contact so fleeting, yet so intimate. She leans into me, letting me hold her like the kitten that she is, and my hand ever so gently brushes the front of her top. I feel her nipples stiffen, and she notices me staring, giggling softly.

I watch as she crosses her legs, and I know her bladder is getting full. She is trying to be a big girl and not complain about it, but I know the signs, and I wait patiently. “May I go pee-pee Daddy? I really have to go!” she asks, eyes lowered, midway through her second drink. “No kitten, remember, you said you would be able to hold it like a big girl!” I reply, stroking her back. At that moment our waitress comes to the bar and tells us our table is ready.

I had requested a booth, and I made sure to sit next to her, just to be close to her. I loved the smell of her body so close to mine, it was something that could turn me on blindfolded. As we sit down, she slips a hand between her legs, wanting to help herself hold, but I reach down and gently move her hand back onto the table. “Now, now, kitten, be a big girl. Remember the only person you are allowed to hold when you are outside is Daddy.” She smiles and reaches over under the table and squeezes me. Her touch causes me to inhale sharply, as I react immediately, swelling in her hand. She giggles again, squeezes me harder, and puts her hand back on the table.

I gently reach around and squeeze her, and I feel her thighs press together as she tries to hold her pee in. “Daddy, I really have to go, its very bad” she says, but I remind her that we just about to start dinner, and she needs to wait. She pouts, but listens to me and tries to carry on with our conversation normally. I can see her legs bounce, and I can help but be turned on even more by her predicament. I drag my fingers up her inner thigh, making her jump. “Don’t do that Daddy, I really have to pee, and you will make me pee my panties!” she complains. I smile and remind her that I told her to wear a diaper, and as she refused, so she needs to be able to hold it.

As we start to eat, her fidgeting starts to get worse, and she suddenly reaches down and grabs herself. “Daddy, I am about to leak, I am sorry!” she says, looking into my eyes. I smile, and pull her to me, my hand encircling her waist, and replacing her hand on her pussy. “Daddy loves you very much kitten, and nothing will change that, you know that, right?” I ask, as I gently squeeze. She nods, trying her best to hold on, but I feel her struggling.  

I pull her closer, wanting to put her on my lap and cradle her. “Its alright kitten, Daddy’s here” I whisper, my hand pushing against her bladder. I hear a small moan escape her lips, and feel her warm pee start to escape her. “I am so sorry Daddy” she says. I press harder, smiling, and I feel a second squirt hit my hand. I start to rub her pussy through her wet panties, hiding it the best I can from everyone else. She quickly covers her face with hands, because she knows anyone who looks at her will know what is happening. I listen to her breath quicken, and she drops one hand to slow me down.

“Please Daddy, I will cum, please stop” she begs. “If I cum I will pee myself, and won’t be able to stop!” I move her hand over to my lap, and she automatically grabs hold of me through my pants and starts to squeeze. Knowing she is so close to letting go has made me very sensitive. I keep going, pushing her to the edge. “Please Daddy, please!” she whimpers, but as I push, she goes over the edge. I feel her body go rigid and she starts to squeeze me faster and faster. I feel the first squirt of pee, and know she is losing control. As the stream intensifies, she grips me tight and I start to cum. I quickly kiss her to hide my orgasm as I squirt into my pants feeling her pee flow into my hands. She empties her bladder as I finish, and we both look at each other and smile. I quickly drop the cash for our meal on the table, and we leave, her wet skirt clinging to her butt, me wet at the front, and the two of us feeling ecstatic!

20 Reasons I Love My Mistress

1) She’s Understanding
2) Her Voice Is Really Calming
3) She Gives Me Motivation To Eat
4) She Keeps Me Calm In Stressful Situations
5) She Makes Me Feel Good About My Body
6) She Lets Me Tell Her About My Past
7) She Listens To My Rants About My Crazy Dreams
8) She’s Silly
9) She Can Always Cheer Me Up
10) She Makes Sure I’m Mentally Healthy
11) She Understands When I Don’t Want To Be Sexual
12) She Always Knows When Something’s Wrong, Even If I Don’t Say It
13) She Helps Me With My Math And History
14) She Knows How To Calm and Down When I Overthink
15) She Falls Asleep With Me
16) She Tells Me Stories When Im Little
17) She Lets Cum (If I Beg Lots 😂)
18) She’s Pretty , Even If She Doesn’t Think So
19) She’s Very Protective
20) She Said She Loved Me And Proved It.. ❤️

- Tiny Tiger🐯