OK, just a few notes before I start this:
Two other people and I came up with this story one day when we were talking about CSI, slightly focusing on Lady Heather. My friend (J), who loves cats and writing about dominatrix' came up with the idea that possibly Lady Heather had a younger sister who later turned into a dominatrix. She sketched her on her math homework and came up with a whole story about Lady Kitty and her life.
We told our other CSI-obsessed friend (Neutrina, you may know her from here because we co-authored "Discovery"), and she had a few ideas, too. And, so, out came a fanfiction. We took turns writing it on a piece of paper, and we agreed that I would publish it because J didn't have a fanfiction, and Neutrina got "Discovery", so I got Lady Kitty. Here you are!
WARNING: The "R" rating isn't for nothing. It could be PG-13, but it's R just to be safe.
One definition you need to know: Dominatrix. It's a woman who makes men her sex slaves. I told you the "R" wasn't for nothing.
"Hurry up! Bring the next man to me!" Lady Kitty yelled. She was irked. Her newest sex slave was late. When he walked into the room, though, her scowl turned into a kinky smile. He. Was. Hot. He had a Braves cap on, and a long chain with a "U" at the end of it.His skin was brown sugar-colored, and he had juicy lips. Lady Kitty wasn't sure if she wanted to hurt him by whipping his wide back or big butt.
"You must be Lady Kitty." He said, by a way of greeting.
"Maybe." Lady Kitty replied, fiddling with her leather whip. "You're late." She said, pretending to be angry.
"I brought some caramel frappichinos and Fig Newtons for you and me." Lady kitty had never felt love for anyone, not even for the sister she never knew. Rachelle (Lady Kitty's real name) was astounded by his beauty and heart. And, of course, his blood was fresh, and it was sweet, she could smell it.
She shook her head. "Lady Kitty, not Rachelle." She told herself. "And it's his blood I want, not his heart." She couldn't love, she'd seen to many times what it did to people. That was why she went by Lady Kitty. Men could make love to Lady Kitty, and Rachelle was safe. The only flaw was that Lady Kitty had almost destroyed Rachelle.
Rachelle was a sweet-tempered girl who lived with her mother and father. She had a big sister named Heather and a pet cat. She was your average schoolgirl who had a perfect record. She was quite most of the time, mainly because she didn't trust herself not to tell people about her parents; about the bruises on her back where no one could see. They were from her parents; when they got mad at each other (often), they would take it out on her. Heather left ages before Rachelle ever really saw her, and Rachelle followed suite soon after.
Lady Kitty didn't have any of that behind her. She had no past, and a very sexy future.
Now that Lady Kitty was taking over Rachelle, she almost wanted Rachelle back. Almost. "No matter." She told herself.
"What's your name?" She asked the man who stood before her.
A/N: Oooh! We are evil. Now you have to guess who it is!