Adorn her neck with a silver bell. It jingles softly with each gentle step. He beckons his kitten with warm words, coaxing her into comforting hands. Stroke her and she purs. Softer than velvet on upon kind hands. Big hungry eyes transfixed on his. A tempting curiosity to draw ever nearer. Each tintinnabulation growing slightly louder with each of her apprehensive little steps towards him. She tentatively grazed his bare arms while looking with moonlike eyes into a sweet face. His eyes held a familiarity and his hands carried a sweet nostalgia. Like a distant memory or a dream of a dream. Serenely she fell to the floor, rolling about to proudly ring her silver bell. He caressed her soft, exposed belly, her sign of complete surrender to her master.

(Source: thekittenqueen)