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Little Succubus is horny

Little Succubus is horny

I slipped back into my leather suit and the little squirrel ..

I slipped back into my leather suit and the little squirrel turned into a little succubus :3

Seaching for new prey

Seaching for new prey

Kitten playtime with @cookie_kitten

Kitten playtime with @cookie_kitten

My new Tail arrived today 💕 i loooooove it

My new Tail arrived today 💕 i loooooove it

Once upon a time, there was a woman who thought in images an..

Once upon a time, there was a woman who thought in images and felt in silence. She was like a forest in the fog – not easy to see through, but full of life, full of depth, full of quiet magic. The world often spoke too loudly. Too brightly. Too quickly.

And so she remained silent. Not out of weakness, but because she knew: Words lose their value when no one is truly listening. And yet she longed. For a sound. For a name. For a being who doesn't ask, doesn't urge – but understands. Far away, beneath a sky of flickering memories, a man walked. He was no hero. He had no armor, only scars, and a soul that had fought against itself too often. He had learned to read the world with silent glances. With his back to the past and his heart full of questions. One day, his eyes met hers.

Not loud. Not fateful.

Just...

real.

Like the pause in a song,

just before it begins.

He didn't speak.

Neither did she.

But something inside her answered.

Something that had slept for a long time.

Because while everyone else called her "strong,"

he saw how tired she was.

And while others called him "calm,"

she felt the roar in his chest.

They didn't understand each other with words—but with closeness that didn't oppress.

With silences that weren't empty.

With looks that needed no explanation.

He was the sound only she heard.
And she ...

was the home

he never knew he was looking for.

And so they went.

Not always hand in hand.

Sometimes back to back.

But never without each other.

For what connected them wasn't visible.

It was tangible.

A bond

made not of chains, but of understanding.

And they say ...

if you listen closely,

when the wind is silent and the heart speaks –

then you can still hear them.

Two souls.

One sound.

One "we."

For all time.

Kitty got Mail 🐱

Kitty got Mail 🐱

War ein kurzer aber feuchter Moment mit meinem Tentakel und ..

War ein kurzer aber feuchter Moment mit meinem Tentakel und meinem Massagestab. Konnte mich nicht wirklich zurückhalten nachdem ich den Nylonsuit einmal an hatte :3 Viel Spass damit <3

Kitten im Nylonsuit , mal was ganz andere und es war gar nic..

Kitten im Nylonsuit , mal was ganz andere und es war gar nicht so einfach sich darein zu quetschen :3 der Stoff ist unfassbar weich. War ein echt tolles Gefühl :3

Ruft den Krankenwagen , eine Krankenschwester ist ausgebroch..

Ruft den Krankenwagen , eine Krankenschwester ist ausgebrochen und sie ist heiss. Ich mag das Outfit und die Bilder sind echt toll geworden . Hoffe sie gefallen euch :3

Bin wieder in mein PVC Suit gepfluscht und meinen kuschligen..

Bin wieder in mein PVC Suit gepfluscht und meinen kuschligen Katzenpulli angezogen. Ich liebe dieses Gefühl einfach ein Kitten zu sein und hoffe euch gefallen die Bilder :3

It was a quiet evening.One of those days when the heart does..

It was a quiet evening.

One of those days when the heart doesn't cry aloud, but isn't completely silent either.

She sat on the floor.
Not out of weakness.

But because she could no longer bear the weight of her thoughts.

The day had said too much. Expected too much. Doubted too much.

"Am I enough?"
"Am I wrong?"
"What if I just don't function... in this world?"

And then she came.
Not with grand gestures.
Not with answers.
Just with herself.
She sat down next to her.

Said nothing.
Just touched her hand.
And there it was.
The moment.
Where she didn't have to be strong.

Not smile.
Not function.

Just breathe.
Just be.
Just be seen, without having to prove herself.

"You're allowed to doubt," she whispered. "As long as you don't forget who you are."

She nodded.
And stayed.
With the doubt.
And with her.

Because sometimes it's not the answer that heals – but staying.

Call 911 - did someone hurt u? I can fix that 🐱 maybe i can ..

Call 911 - did someone hurt u? I can fix that 🐱 maybe i can tie you up with a Bandage?🥴

Lonely Night - weekend over 🥺

Lonely Night - weekend over 🥺

Kitten in PU Leather is ready and needs attention - love to ..

Kitten in PU Leather is ready and needs attention - love to take photos :3

New Succubus pictures - since you liked the video so much, I..

New Succubus pictures - since you liked the video so much, I ordered red contact lenses and took a few more pictures in my new patent leather outfit :3 Have fun with them <3

They lie there.Cold.Resting.And yet full of memories.They kn..

They lie there.

Cold.

Resting.

And yet full of memories.

They know the skin they've touched. The slight twitches when metal touches wrist.

The quiet click when freedom... is exchanged for trust.

They've felt the trembling.

Not out of fear... but out of anticipation.

They know the silence... the seconds before they snap shut.

And the moment after... When the first breath catches... and thoughts do somersaults.

"What will happen now?"

"Am I strong enough?"

"Will it hold me... even when I can't anymore?"

The handcuffs have known for a long time.

They've seen more courage than many a Dom ever suspects.

For every time they close... a decision is made. Against doubt.

For trust.

And as they lie there on the nightstand... and the moonlight strokes their steel, they think only one thing:

"Sleep well, little one... Because we'll be needed again.

Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe not until next week.

But when the time comes... we'll be there.

Ready.

And with the knowledge:

"You are stronger than you think."

Kitten is lonely 🐱 good to have my Vibration friend 🥴

Kitten is lonely 🐱 good to have my Vibration friend 🥴

"The Silence Between Us" Once upon a time... a moment no one..

"The Silence Between Us"

Once upon a time... a moment no one noticed.

No great drama.
No whispering,
no command.
Just silence.

She lay heavy in the room.

Between gazes that had long since found each other, and hands that weren't holding each other at the moment, but would have been ready to at any moment.

She sat there.
And she lay there.
And between the two... was nothing.

Nothing... except a silence, that spoke more than any words.

She breathed in – and she heard it.
She breathed out – and she felt it.

And in that very nothingness... was everything.

Everything that mattered.
Everything that remained.
Everything they both were.

Trust... without it being spoken. Closeness... without touching.
Devotion... without a single command.
And when she closed her eyes, there was this knowledge:

She's paying attention.
Even now.
Right now.

Because this very silence was the loudest proof of all. Sometimes we say nothing. And all that remains is the quiet knowledge: That even silence begins to speak, when two souls listen to each other.

Manchmal baut man Mauern…Nicht, um andere auszusperren –sond..

Manchmal baut man Mauern…

Nicht, um andere auszusperren –

sondern um sich selbst zu schützen.

Und dann…

kommt der eine Mensch.

Der nicht davorsteht und wartet…

sondern der dich sanft, geduldig und stark

dazu bringt…

die Mauern Stein für Stein selbst einzureißen.

Weil du spürst:

Hinter ihr… bist du sicher.

Für alle, die noch warten…

Und für die, die schon gefunden haben.

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Sometimes you build walls... Not to keep others out – but to protect yourself. And then... that one person comes along. Who doesn't stand there and wait... but who gently, patiently, and strongly leads you... to tear down the walls yourself, stone by stone. Because you feel: Behind him... you are safe. For all those who are still waiting... And for those who have already found

A wild Eevee appears, but no Pokeball can catch me, what do ..

A wild Eevee appears, but no Pokeball can catch me, what do I do without a trainer?

For all those who have forgotten how strong they are. And fo..

For all those who have forgotten how strong they are. And for those who love them anyway.

"Hear me now, without raising my voice"

Feel me, even if I'm not standing next to you. For my place...has long been within you. I know your shadows.

I welcomed them with open arms, without fear, without judgment. Because I know: Those who truly love you, also love the darkness that shaped you.

I know your scars. I kissed them – not with lips, but with understanding, with humility, with the quiet reverence for all that you have already carried. And I know your light... that infinitely delicate, yet unstoppably strong radiance that shines from within you, even when you think nothing glows anymore.

You are not perfect to me.

You are...real.

And that's exactly why you are everything my heart has ever sought. When your world burns – I become rain. When it freezes – I become fire.

When you are silent – I become patience.

And when you fall – I become your support.

Kitten im Kimono - ich mag die Bilder sehr und teile sie mit..

Kitten im Kimono - ich mag die Bilder sehr und teile sie mit euch :3

Got a little bit sunburned

Got a little bit sunburned

My ToyI'm lying at the bottom. Under sheets, next to handcuf..

My Toy

I'm lying at the bottom. Under sheets, next to handcuffs, under a knot of rope that once meant something.

The air is musty – like old memories that no one opens anymore. I used to be his favorite.

Not the hottest toy, not the loudest. But the one with soul. With leather that grew softer with each session. With scars that left no trace – except trust.

I've seen a lot. Nervous hands, shaky breaths. Smiles after the first blow. Tears after the last. I was there when she fell. And when she was caught.

Then came the break. Another one. A winter without a session. And I… fell silent. Until today. I feel it immediately – his fingertips. Slowly, probing. Not just for the material. For the moment. He takes me out.

He gently blows away the dust, as if apologizing. Then he calls her. With a tone that doesn't ask. With a warmth that knows no doubt. And I lie ready again.

Not to hurt. But to connect. His trust. Her courage. My blow. I won't speak. But I will tell. Because some toys... have a memory.

The NecklaceThe Necklace It lay quietly in its box. Soft, un..

The Necklace

The Necklace It lay quietly in its box. Soft, untouched leather , as fine as a promise.

If a ray of light touched the small heart pendant, it would shimmer golden, as if whispering "Hope." But it was dark. Dark in the box. Dark in the drawer. It waited. Not for just any neck – but for the one. The one who would wear it. Not out of duty. But out of pride. Out of devotion. Out of love. And sometimes – when the waiting became too difficult, when the longing hurt too much – then the mistress seemed to sense it.

Quietly, she opened the drawer. Carefully, she lifted the box, opened it like a treasure, as if a piece of her heart lay within.

Her fingertips brushed the soft leather, the golden heart, the cool clasp. "Soon..." she whispered. "It won't be long now. Then she will come – the one who will carry you. As you deserve. With pride. With dignity. Visibly. Tangibly. Really."

Slowly she closed the box. Put it back. And the necklace... fell into a gentle slumber.

"Soon," it murmured.

"She promised. And I... I trust her."

I am trans and think it is important to educate people about..

I am trans and think it is important to educate people about operations and in this video I show you the result after the first operation, second operation is in August which is purely cosmetic and skin will be removed which is too much 🐱 (in German)

Wetter ist so genial , Sonnenbrand check 🫡

Wetter ist so genial , Sonnenbrand check 🫡

Kleiner Succubus in PVC und Anal Plug 😈

Kleiner Succubus in PVC und Anal Plug 😈

Kitten in Leder - ich liebe die Kombi <3

Kitten in Leder - ich liebe die Kombi <3