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A Brat's Fantasy

By: MINKX



I have this fantasy...

It's just a normal, typical day, and I'm moving around the place, doing up the dishes, putting away those little odds and ends.

My Sir is there as well, sitting in his chair, reading the newspaper, watching TV, doing a little work he brought home...

He's very much aware of me as I move here and there, passing in front of him, bending to pick up a cup or straighten a pillow.

I feel his eyes upon me, but I ignore him...making sure I never walk close enough for him to reach out and pull me into his lap. I'm not in the mood...I've had a bad day...I'm maybe a little mad at him. For whatever reason, I don't wanna play...and he can just forget it! I'm busy.

I'm new at this, still learning my role...but most of all I am a brat and the tendency to see just how much I can get away with is too alluring to always resist.

"Katt." He calls. "Come and relax a minute."

I shake my head without even looking at him. "Not now, I'm busy."

I continue doing my busy work...and hear him rise from his chair. He comes to the doorway of whichever room I'm flitting about in.

"Babe, come here."

"I need to take the trash out." I reply...or sort these coupons...or put this pile of folded laundry away.

What ever excuse I give it all boils down to this...I'm not gonna!

And then I get within arms reach. He grabs me, pulls me against him, buries his face in the crook of my neck.

"Baby you smell so good." He purrs, kissing my neck, nipping at my throat.

I try to push away, but he's holding me tight, and he's stronger then me, so I can't get free. I can't make him let go.

"I'm not in the mood." I whine. "cut it out!"

His eyes narrow a bit at that. He doesn't like my tone. And he doesn't appreciate the attitude. But he's still mellow enough to gently cajole me.

"You look tired, baby girl. Maybe we should go take a little nap." He smiles at me playfully and releases all but a gentle grip around one wrist, turning to lead me to the bedroom.

I know that he doesn't really mean for us to take a nap. I know what he wants. And he's not getting it!

"I said no!" I snap, and jerk my wrist free.

He turns back and I see the flame in his eyes. I pushed the wrong button, broke that last straw, pushed the brat spat past cute. He's done with indulging me. Before I can even get the message...run now you idiot...from my brain to my feet he's sweeping me up into his arms and we're halfway to the bedroom.

He tosses me onto the bed, and while I'm still bouncing he's pulling my clothes off, yanking my tank top up and over my head, dragging my jeans down my legs and slinging them behind him.

He steps back to strip-and I quickly try to skitter off the bed, but he grabs me by the ankle and drags me back dead center.

"Where the fuck you think you're going?" He growls in that deadly voice, and my pussy pulses and moistens.

Oh, he's pissed all right!

"I don't wanna!" I yelp, and try to escape off the untried side of the bed, but his body comes down on mine hard, pushing the air out of me, and he catches my wrists in one hand.

"Don't care what you want at the moment bitch!" He hisses, his free hand flashing down to tear the panties off my squirming body.

He jerks my thighs wide open and drops his body heavily into their cradle, raising his one hip up just enough to thrust his hand between our bodies and slam three fingers deep and hard into my cunt. At the same time he dips his head to suck viciously on a nipple, biting into the tautly swollen bud enough to sting.

He raises his head, licks a long, harsh stroke of wet fire up my neck, and gives the lobe of my ear a quick, sharply painful nip, snarling low and furious into my ear.

"This is my pussy, you little hellion...don't you dare ever think of trying to withhold it when I want to use it!"

He pulls his wet fingers out of my slick cunt...I'm so excited and needy...I wanted this, pushed deliberatly...lifts my thigh and pushes it to the side, and slams his cock balls deep into me with one savage thrust, pushing his sticky fingers into my mouth to muffle my scream.

I suck his fingers hard and eagerly, my body writhing beneath his. Feels soooo good, his cock brutally pounding my dripping pussy, the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together.

He jerks his fingers out of my mouth and kisses me savagely. I scream into his mouth, harder, more, fuck me, use me...hurt me. And he knows what I am trying to tell him without having to hear a single word, because he knows me so well.

He lets go of my wrists, knowing my little spat of brat rebellion has been completely curbed, pushes my thighs up until they're nearly next to my ears, and hammers his hard cock in and out of my clutching cunt.

He's fucking me for his satisfaction, reaching only for his goal of cumming deep in my fiery cunt. But when he cums...I explode with him, my pussy pulsing, rippling the length of his pistoning shaft.

He fucks me through his explosive release...then lets my thighs back down and collapses on my still shuddering body.

"Oh God that was good!" I purr languidly in his ear.

He lifts his head enough to smile down at me and kiss my swollen lips.

"Incredible baby." And then he smiles diabolical. "But you know I am going to have to punish you."

I smile back up at him and sigh. "I know."

Sometimes the illicit thrill of being pure bloodedly brat is well worth any punishment...

A Brat's Fantasy Ch. 02



I have this fantasy...

I'd be there, in your town, living in a little apartment somethere, working at a job, taking care of myself and business. Nobody but you and I knowing that the reason I turned down very flirtation, every hungry, lusty eye, every offer for dinner or a movie, was because I belong to you.

I'd love, when we chatted in room, knowing that you were in reality only minutes away from me. Knowing, that just last night, you'd taken me hard and satisfyingly...or knowing, you'd be stopping by at 6 to fuck me before a breakfast meeting.

This particular night, since we had no plans to see each other, I'd gone out with the girl's from work, a few drinks at the local bar, a lil dancing.

Or maybe dinner at that Mexican place, mmmmm I love Mexican food. A few Margaritas, maybe a single shot of tequila-sans the worm please.

Get home a little late, giddy with good times with good friends, and those few drinks not helping to settle me down any.

I walk in the door, stripping off my constricting work clothes as I make my way to my tiny bedroom; heels kicked off barely past the swing of my front door, skirt sliding down a few feet beyond, silky blouse tossed casually on the couch, hated bra slipping free seconds later.

I wish I could just go without the damn thing, giggle a bit, knowing exactly what your response would be to the idea of me going out and about with my perpetually taut nipples pressing revealingly against the silk of my blouse, the cotton of my casual tanks and T's.

I make my way into my bedroom, now clad only in my silky bikini panties and the nylons that matched the day's outfit.

I start up my computer as I slide the nylons down my long legs, shimmy the panties over my ass and down my thighs and reach for a nightie.

Hmmmm, the tight red silk one that molds my tits the way a lover's hands would, or the short, almost "demume" cotton baby doll with the eyelits and lace?

I sit down in front of my computer, a smile slipping easily into place, because I know you will be there, my lover, my passion-my Sir.

As always it takes a while to get in to the chat, and your IM doesn't pop up on my screen, so I correctly assume you expect me to come to the room.

You deeply enjoy the fact that it was you who tamed the wild, wanton katt.

I get into chat, click onto the room, my eyes drawn unerringly down the list to your name.

I cross the "room" with casual, content grace to kneel happily beside you.

"Hello baby." You greet me and pull me up into your virtual lap.

I purr my pleasure, and curl up contentedly in your lap.

But as I've mentioned, I'm in a giddy mood and those few drinks aren't helping any.

You speak with friends.

And I slowly begain to bounce and pounce around the room with a bit too much kittenish verve. I'm not really misbehaving. I'm yours, and I don't want any other, but my casual, joking, teasing attitude is begaining to displease you.

Suddenly, with no warning, you disappear from the room. I blink at the screen for a sec, then think damn, you must have been booted.

But when I pop over to MSN, I see that it shows your status as being offline.

Well that sucks, I sulk to myself. I was looking forward to playing with you either on IM or over the phone.

Oh well, something must have come up.

Suddenly I'm not having nearly as much fun, so I say my farewells and log off.

Time to wash off the day's makeup, brush my teeth, and slip off to bed. But as I'm walking down the short hallway to the bathroom I hear a knock on the door.

"Who the hell could that be?" I wonder, peeking before I risk opening the door this late at night.

"Baby!" I squeal, flinging the door open. "I didn't think you could make it today!"

My lover, my Sir comes into the apartment and shuts and locks the door.

I look up at him with eye full of love, joy and pleasure...then freeze in place, and take two steps back.

The eyes looking down at me are cold and menacing.

"Did you have fun tonight?" He murmurs casually. "Chatting in the room?"

He takes a step forward and I back away two of my own.

"You were there baby, I always have fun when you're there." I answer carefully.

Something's up here. And I'm not quite sure what it is. And until I understand, well I may be nominally blonde-but stupid, luckily rarely.

I move casually over to the kitchen, drawing myself a glass of water. I'm not thirsty, but it gets me an extra five feet away from my intimidating lover, who's putting out the kinda vibes that would send me out the nearest window. Assuming I wasn't on the third floor.

"So, did you yello him then?" He asks, and I freeze again, the water in my mouth nearly choking me as I try to swallow it.

"Baby, you know I only yellow friends, and only after you agree that I can. You know I promised not to do anything like that again. Only one I want is you!"

"Hmmmmm. Uh-huh." He drawled in that beautiful southern voice. "He sure seemed impressed with you."

"But I didn't..." I begain.

"He was hitting on you. You trying to tell me you didn't notice? You're not stupid, usually." He took two steps closer. "Or are you trying to tell me that I'm stupid and seeing shit that ain't there?"

I am frozen beside the sink. The half full glass of water still clutched in my hand. Minefeilds all around me.

Think girl, think!

Calling Sir stupid would be a world of hell no! Likewise in regards to telling him he was paranoid. So where did that leave me? I thought about that one for a split second.

It left me with a supposedly impressed guy hitting on me. Oh bloody hell but I was royally fucked!

"I didn't do anything!" I yelped, dropped the glass willy nilly into the sink and with the music of broken glass orchestrating, my nerve broke, and I made a mad dash for the bathroom. It was the only room in the apartment that had a lock. And yes, both lock and door were fragile things.

And I'm a former track star, but he knows me too well and he was ready.

He caught me in the hallway, a scant two feet from the dubious safety of the bathroom, and suddenly I was in my bedroom, tossed onto the middle of the large bed I'd bought when I moved here.

"So did you wanna fuck him? Did it excite you knowing he thought you were hot?" He snarled while I was still bouncing and wondering how the hell I was suddenly in bed.

I looked up at him with confused eyes and realized he was furiously stripping.

Oh fuck, oh shit, oh hell!

I tried to roll off the bed, having some confused idea of crawling under the bed. The space was narrow, I was smaller then him.

But he was suddenly heavily on top of me, tearing my sexy nightie up and over my head.

"Did you forget that you belong to me?" He hissed into my ear.

"I know I do. I didn't do anything. I was just being nice!" I wailed bucking fruitlessly against his much heavier form.

I realized what I had just said. Oh good god did I have even a single brain cell working at the moment?

Me and my being nice and having a hard time saying no were major sore points in our history.

"Baby, I wasn't flirting, I don't want anyone but you. I made the choice to be with you!" I swore, desperatly trying to keep him from wrestling me over onto my belly.

I didn't even bother to hold out any hope in regards to getting off the damn bed.

I'm 5'7", and still pretty athletic, I'm not physically weak-for a woman. But it took him less then a minute to get me flipped to my belly, his body holding mine down.

I don't know where he got the rope from, but suddenly he was anchoring first one wrist and then the other to the wooden dowels of my headboard.

I kept fighting him the entire time. Some times I just like to be a brat. And hey, I was innocent. If I had noticed the guy flirting with me in room was merely to think learn to read a profile guy, I am not up for grabs.

Once my arms were tied, getting me spread eagle and my ankles tied to the bottom posts of the bed was easy for him.

And once he had be secured he stuffed that damn ball gag into my mouth.

I yowled furiously into the ball gag, my body thrashing as much as the tight bonds allowed.

Ok yeah, I was a bit too giggle pouncy, oh isn't she a cute lil bitch in room-but I never had a single thought in regards to that darn guy. And if he'd just take this stupid ball gag out I could avow to that!

His hard cock slamming into my wide open and vulnerable cunt kinda flung all thoughts beyond the oh god, oh yes, oh feels so good variety outta my head. But he only took four or five thrust into my pussy before pulling out.

"Good thing you're so wet, you little bitch." He snarled into my ear, and forced himself balls deep into my ass.

I screamed into the gag. That hurt-fuck that hurt-for the first few forceful pumps, and then it slid into that oh god baby, that hurts sooooo good type of pain, more, harder, deeper, fuck me, fuck me, please!

He fucked my ass hard and deep, reaching beneath my tightly bound body to rub my clit with one hand and pinch my tightly pebbled nipples with the other.

I pushed up against every downward thrust as hard as I could, still squealing into that damn gag, and came so hard that behind my closed eyes I saw fireworks and glittering silver gold shimmers of light.

I think I passed out for a moment, because when my awareness of things next surfaced, he was sprawled heavily atop my still shuddering body, and I was still bound, but the gag was gone.

"Oh bloody hell." I slurred, swallowing heavily.

And I heard the body still covering me ask a question.

"So you really didn't notice him?"

If my exquisitely exhausted body hadn't already been slipping sublime into sleep, trusting my beautiful lover to take care of me, my brat side might have muttered something extremely rude.



A Brat's Fantasy Ch. 03



I have this fantasy...

He's parked his van on the side of the old schoolhouse where the windows are still boarded up. She has only been living there for a week, and hasn't yet made it to the back of the house.

At the top of the hill, he'd cut the engine and allowed the van to coast silently up the driveway and into his position.

He knew she slept with an almost coma like intensity, and he probably could have driven up and not awoken her.

But he was leaving nothing to chance. He's planned every step of this with ruthless attention to detail, and he knows it will go perfectly according to plan.

He will be in control of her and the situation from the very beginning.

And now there is nothing left but to wait, a mere dozen fast strides from the spot where he has picked to take her. He is simply another ill defined shadow beneath the softly waving limbs of the gnarled, ancient plum tree.

He leans up against the rough bark, idly thinking it's a bit of a shame that he doesn't plan to take her in the house. He'd like to walk silently to the side of her bed, strip quickly then rip away the protection of the sheets and blankets and fall on her naked body.

He knows that she sleeps naked. She hates the constriction of clothing binding her sleeping body. She is a deep, hard sleeper. But she is also a restless one, her body moving and twisting all through the night.

A half smiles slips over his lips as he pictures standing over her, watching that desired body squirm and wriggle in the nocturne innocence of sleep.

His cock hardens a bit more at the salacious images he is allowing himself as he bides his time.

But he is aware that she is still, remnants of that innocent long ago child, afraid of the dark.

She will rarely admit it, and she pretends fiercely that she is not. It is a fear she owns that she shows to almost no one. And he knows that even if someone had been there, this walk she would make alone.

He knows that she is also just a little bit uneasy about living so deep country rural. Her nearest neighbors are at least a mile away. He knows that she was wondered, a time or two, in those midnight hours when things go bump in the night, would my loudest scream carry over a country mile? She has, after all, lived in the suburbs now for nearly half a lifetime.

He knows thus what she will feel when he takes her there under the stars, in the blackness of night that is only to be fou in deepest country.

His cock now rock hard, he snarls softly, wondering when the fuck she will come!

He has been waiting for well over two hours now. It is way beyond her usual time. And yet the old schoolhouse still blazes with lights.

He thinks that maybe he'll make her pay just a little extra for that. For keeping him waiting, and his smile holds a touch of evil as he contemplates what he might do to her to make her pay for this particular sin.

At the exact moment he starts to consider just kicking her fucking door in, he knows she doesn't have a phone yet, the lights begin to go out.

As always she leaves on the one over the sink. She always leaves that one on when she makes this trip. She does not want to walk from the dark night into an equally dark house.

A savage, feral smiles twists his lips as he thinks...minutes, I'll finally have my hands on her, mere minutes from this moment.

His body thrums with sexual excitement, and he pushes away from the tree. He is ready for this.

She will be his.

He licks his lips unconsciously, and his eyes strain to melt through the darkness, nailed to the door. His every muscle is held tight, poised and ready.

The door opens, and she is there. He makes out her body easily in the glow from the single light she has left on. He arches a brow and grins.

Apparently she has decided, nebulous fears aside, that no one will see her and is stepping outside wearing a grey cotton sleep shirt. Demure in its looseness, and decently mid thigh, the deeply scooped neckline has it sliding down one beautiful shoulder. He knows that this is only in his mind's eye, but he would swear he can see taut little nipples pressing against the thin fabric.

He watches with coveting eyes as she moves quickly to the little outhouse, laughing silently to himself over her mumbling out loud that she can't wait until she gets that damn toilet and shower installed.

This little one talks even when there is no one but herself to hear.

He allows her to make it safely to the outhouse. He doesn't really want her pissing herself and him when he makes his presence know.

She is three steps away from the outhouse...and still dozens of feet from the dubious safety of the old schoolhouse when his body explodes into motion and he lunges for her.

She senses something with that careful feline consciousness. And she's not a stupid one, this girl. She doesn't pause to look around or check what her senses tell her or try to talk herself out of paranoia.

She simply erupts into a desperate dash for the house, her mind already screaming at her and even if you do make it, what then? Her gibbering mind feeding her pictures of the door being kicked in even as she scrambles desperately for a weapon of any sort.

She doesn't even make it half way before he is upon her, strong arms wrapping around her body, his height advantage allowing him to jerk her up off her feet into the air.

Kicking wildly she draws air and screams, once, twice, so hard she feels her throat erupt in agony. Then she is thrown to the ground, his body kneeling on hers.

A ball gag is shoved into her mouth and quickly secured. A length of fabric is tied over her eyes. Her arms are jerked behind her back and tied at both wrists and elbows. Lastly her ankles are bound together and her assailant moves off her body.

All this has happened so fast that after her screams she had no chance to even try to beg for mercy.

She is pulled up and tossed over a broad shoulder and senses him rising to his feet.

She knows he has brought her back into the schoolhouse-and then she is tossed belly down onto her bed.

He moves away from her to quickly rummage through her drawers for the items he wants. He could simply buy them, but to use her own things upon her as he acts out his fantasies, it's too delicious to resist.

Finishing his task, he spares her one quick glance then makes a quick trip to the van to deposit the bags.

When he comes back he stands beside the bed and looks down at his squirming prize.

During all the days of his planning he has told himself that he will secure her, acquire the items that he wants, then take her out to the van and start for the cabin.

But he has always known that after waiting all this time to possess her, he will not have the patience to wait out the long hours the drive to the cabin requires.

If he wants them both to get to the cabin alive, he will have to take the edge off.

He had figured upon getting her safely to the van and then taking her there, hard and fast.

But as he watches her squirming desperately on the bed he allows himself one small detour from his meticulous plans.

Her grey sleep shirt has worked it's way up those long legs to bunch up beneath her belly, high up enough that he can see a portion of the simple white cotton bikini panties she is wearing.

He reaches down and tears the panties off, then unbuttons and unzips his jeans, letting his hard cock free. Forget waiting even long enough to get her out to the van.

He releases her ankles, then before she can react and attempt to kick him, he is straddling her.

He lays down full length on her, letting his considerable bulk pin her to the bed, and nudges her thighs open, making a place for himself.

For long moments he remains like that, simply enjoying the feeling of the body writhing beneath his. Idly he wonders if she has any idea how good it feels against the head of his dick as she thrashes fiercely.

But he has plans, schedules, and a half days drive to a remote cabin.

He does allow himself the pleasure of slowly working himself into her tight flesh.

Pre cum eases the way, but her pussy is already a little slick. He smiles to himself. He knows she was writing her erotic tales and made herself wet.

Once he is all the way in, balls and belly up hard against that deliciously taut bottom, he pauses for a minute to savor the feeling.

He pulls back, nearly all the way out, slowly, then rams back inside savagely quick and hard.

He fucks into her tight cunny hard and fast and deep. He needs to cum. And he needs to get her to that remote cabin where he will make her his in every way there is.

He has been sexually aroused for over two hours, so pounding his rock hard cock in and out of this cunt he's been long anticipating, he knows he will cum fast.

Her tight pussy feels so good sliding up and down his pistoning cock.

As his cock glides in and out he thinks, fuck she's tight, and believes that it has been years since a hard cock has pushed it's way between her lips.

That makes him consider how long it's been since anyone has delved into the depths of that sensually rounded ass. He thinks about fucking her there, and cums with such passionate force that he roars his pleasure.

He lays still upon the coveted treasure that he swore to possess months ago, and smiles.

I have taken one of her holes. Before this is over I will have them all.

He allows himself the pleasure of letting his heavier body lay collapsed over hers for just a little while, then pulls reluctantly out of that pleasingly hot to fuck cunt.

"Time to hit the road, baby."



A Brat's Fantasy Ch. 04



I have this fantasy...

I dream about the first time I ever meet you. Sometimes you come to my world. Other times I slip into yours for a few days.

Got started on this fantasy thinking about how I was teasing you that day mentioning how often I get comments about my "exuberant" walk. So I can blame this one, on those that came before.

I started thinking about coming to see you, in your world...on a bus, since I don't drive.

You'd come to pick me up with a friend, figuring an extra person along might make things not quite so fraught with tension, casual chat getting us beyond that my gods, it's you moments.

And you know that the area where the bus lets off passengers is a good distance away from the woman's restroom. And you've been thinking about that feline strut I keep teasing you with.

You decide that you really want to see the way that I walk. So you tell me, when you arrive, grab your bag, and walk to the bathroom.

We'll be waiting for you at the far end of the parking lot.

Walk to the bathroom, comb your hair, check your makeup, whatever. Then come out and head that way.

I'm so nervous when the bus pulls into where I know you're waiting for me. I am hoping you'll like what you're finally getting to see. I can barely exit the bus without tripping over my own feet, clad in the high heels I don't often get the chance to wear. I try to ignore the looks...and jerk forward to escape an "innocently" accidental touch. Nearly falling out the bus doors, I wait meekly for the bus driver to pull out my bag.

I'm not at all feeling like the kinda girl who never gets lost in the crowd.

I'm just trying to remember how the hell walking works again?

The driver hands me my bag, quite likely wondering why he is given a drop dead you bastard look in return. 

I take a deep breath and turn towards the bus depot. I can see the sign for the women's bathroom. And it seems to be miles away.

I remind myself that I'm rarely phased by anything. And that brats never whimper. And so with no attempt to look over my shoulder to try and spot you, after all, you have told me not to, I start walking towards those world's distant doors.

I'm not aware of it, because I'm too concerned with not melting bonelessly to the hot pavement, but the unfamiliar high heels and my fear of not pleasing you actually enhance the style of my signature walk.

You're there at the edge of the parking lot. You and your friend, to either side of the truck, doors open waiting to swoop me up, and take me away.

"That's her." You say when I step off rhe bus.

"She's pretty." Your friend comments politely.

And then I start my walk towards the bathroom doors. I am walking fast. I need to get to you, and sit down, before I collapse.

And I walk with that totally unaware, hip swinging feline arrogant slink.

"Oh man..." Your friend mutters.

"Fuck me." You reply.

Both of you staring avidly as I disappear into the bathroom.

"I'm hard." You drawl huskily, not thinking about what you're saying. "I'm just, flat out hard."

"Me to." Your friend mumbles. "Oh hell man! I didn't mean...nothing personal...shit."

"Just shut up." You growl absent mindedly. "I get it-but shut the fuck up."

You're staring at the bathroom doors too hard waiting for me to come back to take the usual offense. But you file the comment away for future consideration.

"Minute it's safe, you stop the truck and let me get in the back with her." You tell your friend.

Even though it's less then five minutes, to you it seems like hours before I slip back out the bathroom door.

I find the walk towards you so much easier then the trip to the bathroom. Walking towards you, I can see the fierce hunger in your eyes.

Your friend gets behind the wheel while you open the back door to the truck for me with a murmured greeting and a welcoming smile. I get in, you close it, hop back into your seat in the front, and we're off.

"Hello baby." You say. "Nice to finally meet you."

My smile in return, I am sure, must be purely blinding.

We drive for some ten minutes, trading casual small talk. But our eyes are saying anything but mundane.

And then your friend stops the truck.

"Eyes forward on the road!" You growl at him, and nearly rip the doors off the truck joining me in the back seat.

"Hi baby." I whisper, hoping I'll finally get to feel your mouth on mine.

I'm not at all expecting you to tear me free of my seat belt and drag me across the seats to slam me down straddling your thighs.

But I am soooo not complaining.

Your mouth is attacking mine before I can say anything else. And I'm suddenly too busy trading hungering kisses and playing chase games with your toungue to have any interest in mere words.

I'm wearing a pretty little vintage 70's sleeveless mini dress. It's white with a glorious, riotous explosion of vibrantly colored flowers.

But both the neckline and arm holes are snug. So you content yourself with cupping a breast and pinching my taut nipple through the brocade fabric.

I'm naked beneath this dress. Just as you ordered me to be.

And the dress was made to form to every last curve and inundation of a woman's body.

So straddling your thighs as I am, the dress rides so high up my thighs that the bottom of my lush ass is almost exposed.

You can't get your hands on my naked breasts. But there's no challenge to slip a hand between my wide spread thighs.

Your fingers delve eagerly into my wetness. You push three up into me, while your thumb roughly rubs on my swollen clit.

And gods yes, I am wet. I have been the entire bus ride. Sitting there in my seat and wondering where I will leave the most obvious wet spot, on my seat or on my skirt.

You finger fuck me for a bit, our mouths still teasing and tasting, your fingers pinching back and forth between my achingly taut nipples.

"I can't wait to taste these, to put clamps on them." You whisper into my ear. "I know how much you love the way that hurts."

I tear my mouth away from yours for a moment, and whimper into your throat, licking your neck like a playful kitten. 

You growl at me warningly when I stab the tip of my toungue teasingly into your ear, but I just giggle softly.

You know I like to tease. I've never hidden the fact that I like to push buttons and sometimes just have to be mischeviously naughty.

I'm also getting much better at being a good girl. When you tell me, I want my submissive little kitten who aches to please me, I can nudge the bad girl far back.

But you haven't told me to be good yet.

So I circle the curve of your ear with my wet toungue, and purr when your body shudders beneath mine.

I mewl into your ear when your fingers hit an especially sweet spot.

"Lift up a bit." You rasp into my ear. 

I'm so lost in you that I obey without a thought, assuming you want easier access for your sensual assault on my cunt and clit.

Back to kissing you, and so lost in the pleasure, I don't even hear the sound of a zipper going down.

A scant second to realize, that's the tip of your cock I feel. And then the two hands suddenly gripping my waist slam me down onto your waiting prick.

I'd scream with pleasure if your mouth wasn't still devouring mine.

You hold me down tight against you for long moments. Both of us just enjoying the feeling of you finally being buried balls deep in my pussy. I don't think either one of us even remembers that someone else is in the truck driving us.

"I love you baby!" I whisper into your ear. "And gods...you feel so good!"

"I love you to." You rasp. "Now fucking cum for me. I want to hear you mewl and whimper in my ear, as you cum all around my dick!"

And you pinch my clit hard. Suddenly I am coming hard around your impaling flesh, gasping and mewling into your ear. So consumed with how good this long waited cum feels, I'm barely aware of you thrusting up in my body enough times to join me in what feels like a never ending cum.

I melt bonelessy upon you, and just hope, that I regain enough strength to exit the truck when we reach our destination.



A Brat's Fantasy Ch. 05



I have this fantasy...

I took another look up at the clock and winced.

Oh lovely, I'd now been pacing the floor for over two hours. When I looked down I was actually a little surprised to see that I hadn't yet worn a path into the carpet.

At least, not yet. I still had over an hour to wait.

I'd been up disgustingly early. At least for me, an avowed night owl.

It had not been a night for blissful sleep.

For the same reason, forget about even trying to force any breakfast down.

So I just took a nice long bath and filled the air with the scent of vanilla.

And for once I didn't light any candles. The way I was jittering about, I'd smack one flying and start the damn place on fire.

I did all those little things that a girl has gotta do, the shaving and soaping with sweet, softening sensual scents.

Then bounced out of the the tub and roughly wrapped my waist length mass of unruly hair carelessly in a towel.

Slathered on some body lotion to keep up with the baby soft skin thing, and considered undertaking the hellacious act of adding a little curl to my normally stick straight hair.

Took me about six seconds to decide that there was no way I had the patience for that challenge today.

Just gonna stick with the everyday straight, heavy waterfall of dark blonde streaked hair.

What the hell, a waist length ponytail of soft, smooth hair carries its own definate appeal.

I was done with all of that by 11 am.

At which point I brewed a pot of coffee, and drank about twelve cups of the very strong brew over the next half dozen hours.

That was a tactical error I snarled to myself, running to the bathroom yet again since I'd started my pacing.

Besides the simple fast of being water logged, I was bouncing off the bloody walls!

"Oh this is great." I moaned. "Hyper active submissive behaving like a eight year old the day after Halloween. Good one you fricking nitwit!"

"You don't even need any one against you!" I snarled. "You've perfect aim to shoot your own damn self!"

I wondered if things could possibly get worse. In retrospect that was a really stupid question to ask myself in the state I was already in.

Because of course I started thinking about how much worse things might get. And nearly had to tie myself up to keep from literally bolting from the apartment.

I mean I couldn't hide forever now could I?

And I was already in trouble.

Oh stop laughing. Yeah, yeah, anybody who vaguely knows me gets that I seem to have a talent for finding myself in trouble.

My momma tells me I was born with it.

And that I just get better at it every year.

It was my talent for getting myself in hot water that had me pacing my apartment and telling myself over and over, girl, don't even think about running!

That's another thing I tend to do. Anything that makes me feel insecure or unsure, my inclination is to run rather then deal with the situation.

I am not big on confrontation.

Oh, if you back me into a corner I'll spit, hiss and erupt like a fiery little wildcat.

The problem is keeping me contained long enough to get me to fight for what I want.

I'm learning to though.

Having someone I don't want to just walk away from helps.

For once, I am more then willing to take chances and expose my secret self.

Sometimes trouble is fun. I like to tease, maybe push a few buttons, knowing what it's gonna get me and wanting it from the get go.

This bit of trouble wasn't of the fun for us both kind.

This trouble was me not trusting.

I'm working on it. But it's not the first time I have been caught in this particular sin.

And it's why I couldn't sleep and didn't eat and am back to pacing a path in that same area of my living room carpet.

I look at that damn clock again and realize my time is up.

I have one last wild thought about heading for the hills.

But there's that one pesky issue. That little matter of thinking and yeah when he does get his hands on you after you've added to the mix by trying to run from this bit of disciplinary action. What are you going to do then?

I think about that thought for maybe four seconds. Then I head meekly towards my bedroom.

So come about six pm, when I hear the door to my apartment open, I am on the bed waiting, exactly as I have been told to be.

And I've done every thing he said to do.

And done it with no cheating. The bit gag is in tightly. I'm on my belly with my ankles crossed and my hands up behind me in the small of my back.

I don't know what he is planning for me.

But I do know that I will not try to get out of it using any kind of excuse.

I will not say a word unless he asks me something.

He knows that I am new to all of this.

And he knows I have never submitted to anyone before.

He is patient with me. I love belonging to him.

If he is angry with me, then I know I did wrong.

If you screw up, you take responsibility. You admit that you did wrong, and you take the consequences. That's the way you do life.

I am not about to do anything less in regards to something and someone that means so much to me.

He doesn't say a word when he walks into the bedroom.

And suddenly, for once, I am glad I am gagged. I know if I wasn't I would be breaking my vow of silence to tell him yet again that I was sorry.

He checks to see if the bit gag is in tight. He knows I sometimes cheat in regards to that.

Then he ties my arms, first the wrists, then around my elbows.

When he folds my legs, and does me in a frog tie, I can't decide if I am aroused, or terrified.

As I wait for whatever he intends, I realize that scared as I am, arousal lurks as well.

I trust him not to hurt me beyond what I can accept at this moment.

He knows me. I have given myself to him. And I trust him.

My frantic mind lets all fear and worry melt away.

My sub space is simply him.

When the fingers of his flogger first fiercely kiss my back by body stiffens and I shriek into the gag.

It hurts, and for a moment I scream at myself, you want this, you desire this, you have laid yourself bare and admitted...I need this?

The second strike hits lower, wrapping around my ass and the curve of my hip.

I nearly choke on that scream, and the fingers touch down again, slipping snake smooth about and around the wanton bounty of my ass and opposite hip.

I want to scream, as the fingers bite into me yet again with their avid hunger.

But if I could, if I wasn't gagged, what would I scream?

Would I beg you to stop? Or I would I plead with you to make it hurt even better?

I know I don't want to be treated like a princess. And you know that as well. I never liked it. I just never had the words to tell that to the boys who courted me.

Those brutal fingers kiss me again, this time right between my opened thighs.

The pain at first nearly overwhelms me.

But I realize, exactly as a second strike flips those fingers against my wet cunt, that I do want this.

You kiss me with those subtle licks of fire for what seems like an aching eternity.

I don't know what I would be screaming if I was not silenced by the gag.

But I think, I would be thanking you,and begging you for more.

It takes me a bit to realize that you have stopped.

I have slid so sleekly smooth into the excitement and arousal of what you so easily do to me.

Before I can even think is that part over you're pushing your hard cock into my aroused cunt.

Oh gods, and I remember. Those kisses of fire made me forget for just a bit.

You told me that when you were finished punishing me, you would fuck me.

It was knowing what would follow whatever you'd decided to do to me, that kept me from running.

I want you so much. Anything that comes before having you, I'll take.

I push up against the downward thrust of your hard cock. I hate this damn gag because I want you to hear me scream my pleasure.

And then I am freed from it, and I purr for you.

I know that you love to hear me moan and whimper when I come.

When you hold me close, and I make those sounds into your ear I can never decide which of us likes it the best.

Is just one of those yummy shared things, I guess.

"Harder baby." I whisper against your ear, flicking my toungue out to lick around that sweet curve.

You growl against the side of my throat, and your hips pump against me just a bit faster.

I purr into your ear. "Always and only yours."

When you explode, I come right with you, moaning and mewling.

The best part is when you are still covering me with you body.

"Baby?" I whisper.

"What?"

"I love you, heart and soul."

Shrugs, yeah I might be be a brat, but I give myself, heart and and soul to James.



A Brat's Fantasy Ch. 06



I have this fantasy...

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever learn how to be a good submissive. I know I'm getting better. And Sir often tells me that I do please him. I'm getting the little things like the fact that he doesn't like the casual ok and yeah. I almost always remember to use all right rather then ok. The yeah is giving me a little more trouble, especially when he's sexually teasing me. Of course when he's doing that I sometimes forget my name even.

I've stopped doing my kitten pounces. He does not like me pouncing all around the room. I have one sub sis that I can pounce. A katt does like to pounce when she's happy. I have learned also that I don't pounce when I'm in his lap without asking if I may. That one was easy to see as it's a bit rude towards my Sir.

One of the things I am having a hard time with is my habit of hanging up on people when I get upset. I don't do it willy nilly left and right. But I do it. And it is a pretty disrespectful thing to do to to anyone and not just my Sir.

So I'm trying to curb a tendency to "hang up" when I'm chatting privately with him and get ticked or scared. But that will probably be another story.

But I am trying. And I do think I'm learning. It just seems very slowly at times. His patience with me is absolutely amazing. Knowing that he's not going to walk away from me makes me feel so safe.

Unfortunatly at the moment I am not feeling too safe.

I did it to Sir a second time last night. I lost that flaming Irish temper and hung up on him.

Then I sat staring at the phone with a feeling of total horror.

"Oh my God!" I whimpered. "I just hung up on him again."

My first thought was to literally bolt out of the apartment. Of course at the time all I was wearing was an oversized tank top.

But that's another issue I'm working on. I can't run away from my Sir. He owns my heart.

So I sat there stiff just staring at the phone with dread.

I hate it when he's displeased with me. He's a bit intimidating when he is. And knowing that he had to be a lot more then simply displeased that I'd hung up on him again was not a good feeling.

He made me wait ten minutes that felt more like ten years before he called me back. I'd known he would. He doesn't allow me to run away from him.

"Not a word." He growled after my timid, half whispered greeting. "Don't plan on leaving the apartment tomorrow. I will call you in the morning and let you know when I'll be there to talk with you about this hanging up shit you seem to think you can pull on me."

"Yes Sir." I murmured to an empty line.

I didn't sleep much that night. I wished so much I could have told him I was sorry. And I was. But sometimes those words can seem a bit empty.

I was up by eight which for a night owl like myself is the crack of dawn.

I wanted so much to make a pot of cofffe. But I figured the last thing I needed was to be a bouncing off the walls hyper brat of a sub.

I wondered how sore my butt and other parts of my body would be afer the talk was over?

I wondered how long it would be before I was walking straight again!

He finally called me a little after ten. Once again he told me not to speak. I would have to wait until after my punishment to tell him I really was sorry.

He said he would be at my apartment around five and that I was to be waiting for him on my bed naked with my ankles crossed and my hands up in the small of my back. He finished with telling me to gag myself with a ball gag.

I spent the rest of the day just puttering around the house cleaning an already spotless apartment.

I tried to write a little. But all I could think was that I should be writing five hundred times a promise to never again hang up on Sir.

When I looked down at the computer screen and realized I was actually typing that I gave up.

So I took a bath and shaved. I made my delicate Swedish skin all baby soft and sweet smelling for my Sir.

Then I just stared mindlessly at the Tv until it was time to go wait for Sir on my bed.

My apartment isn't that large so I easily heard the sound of his key in the door.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" I whimpered to myself hearing him letting himself in. "Just how mad is he?" I knew how much being hung up on pissed Sir off. Maybe I'd finally done it this time. Maybe he had decided to release me?

I tried telling myself that he wouldn't have bothered having me get naked and position myself in this submissive pose on the bed if he was merely here to tell me I wasn't worthy of his time and attention. But I was having a hard time convincing myself.

He didn't come, and he didn't come. I strained desperatly trying to hear anything. I knew he hadn't left the apartment. But he didn't come.

I started to cry a little out of tension and a throat choking terror. I didn't want to cry hard and end up all red eyed and snuffling, stuffed nose. That's never a pretty picture.

But tear after silent tear kept sliding down my cheeks. And I had to keep shifting as the bedding below me got unpleasantly damp.

I have never owned the virtue of patience. I don't think I ever will. No matter how long I may be given to live.

At almost the exact moment that the wild thought of leaping up and running to throw myself down at his feet raised its unruly head I heard him in the doorway.

"Well, at least you can follow orders." He drawled cooly in that melting Southern voice.

I held myself frozen, barely breathing. If he told me something to do I didn't want to miss a single word.

I sensed him beside the bed, standing roughly hip level with me. And then his fingers trailed slowly up the back of my leg.

"So beautiful." He murmured. "And so often such a bad, cocky little brat. What am I going to do with you, my spitting, snarling little wild katt?"

I wanted to tell him anything. I wanted to tell him I knew I always seemed to be in trouble or caught up in some damn stupid behavior but that I really did love him.

I knew he realized that I was trying. This was just all so new to me. I'd been pure Vanilla for so long. I had never belonged to anyone as a submissive before. He was my first.

"I'm very, very angry with you baby. You know I hate being hung up on. And yet you hung up on me. Were you trying to piss me off? In the mood for a little pushing? Wanting to test me and see how much you could get away with?"

His fingers trailed back down my other leg.

"Were you trying to manipulate me baby?"

I froze at that softly spoken question.

Had I been? I was pretty sure I'd just been stupid mad and reacting in split second anger. I was good with the idiotic instant actions.

But now he was making me think. Had I been trying to manipulate him? Maybe feeling a little nervous about how strongly I felt about him?

I'm honestly not used to not having the upper hand. I've never before been in a relationship where I couldn't have easily just walked away if the need or even just the simple desire arose.

Even though I rarely ever exercised it I have always been the stronger personality in all my relationships.

I was raised to believe that the male is the head of the household. And I honestly do feel it should be that way. So I never challenged anyone I was with outwardly. But when it was something I really wanted I usually got it.

I couldn't decide for sure if I had been trying to manipulate him. I still thought I was just being thoughtlessly mad when I hung up on him.

But he had me thinking. He always gets me thinking about things. I love that about him.

We both know that I do sometimes like getting him a little annoyed with me. I'd never do anything really bad. I'd never do anything unforgiveable.

But him in a snarling mood gets me so excited. He is hot when he growls at me.

A sharp slap to one curvy cheek pulled my mind back to him.

"I brought a new toy with me brat. You liked it so much when I sent you the picture. Too bad you have to experience it for the first time during a punishment."

Oh my God! I whimpered softly into the gag.

I knew what he was talking about.

A few weeks ago he had sent me a picture of a woman in this archaic looking bondage restraint.

The device was a deceptively simple metal bar, like a spreader bar. Except that in the center of the bar were two cuffs to restrain wrists.

And in an instant I was a sudden mess of confusing emotion.

I was still scared and feeling bad. I was still wondering if I had been trying to manipulate him.

And I was suddenly so drenchingly wet that I could feel my juices gliding down my inner thighs.

Before I could give into the wanton need to start squirming laviciously against the bed he was locking me into the device. 

First pulling my legs back and bent, then slipping my wrists into their restraints.

"Damn, baby." He drawled, his voice suddenly a few shades deeper and whispering of lust. "This is a good look for you."

I wanted to giggle into the gag. But that probably wasn't a smart idea. After all, I couldn't move so much as an inch from my position.

And standing above me with God alone knew how many thoughts not to mention instruments for my punishment was one already pissed off Sir!

So for once I used my brain and giggle purred silently to myself.

But mmmmm baby, I liked this new toy!

"I think we'll start with some hands on instruction." He decided.

And Sir's hand came crashing down on my left cheek.

He smacked me hard and so fast I was glad to be gagged and not required to keep count.

Fuck, I groaned silently, he really is pissed off!

Note to nitwit self, we do NOT ever hang up on Sir again. Not ever, never again for any reason do we hang up on him! And bloody hell he was spanking me hard!

He was giving me about five smacks to each cheek and then moving around the bed to concentrate on the other one.

It felt like he gave me about a hundred healthy swats. But I was probably a bit disorientated. My damned obnoxious do what it wants when it wants mind was still trying to decide if I had tried to manipulate Sir.

Add that to my intense excitement over being so totally restrained in this device that had jolted my desires the first time I ever saw a picture of it and color me reeling.

I was well into that what's my name again sub space?

Hell I was practically going out of my mind! If I hadn't been gagged I might have screamed airplanes down out of the sky! 

Good bet that I'd probably have ended up getting evicted from the apartment.

It took me minutes to even realize that Sir had stopped pinking my ass and wasn't even in the room anymore.

Before I could form more then a huh what thought he was back. He removed the gag and warning me not to talk, slid a straw into my mouth to let me gulp my fill of cool water.

Then he replaced the gag and stepped back out of my line of site.

"Baby? Remember how you asked me if someone would be cropped while in this thing?"

Oh! Son of a bitch! I yowled into the gag at the first stunning, aching slash of his crop striking me straight between my parted thighs.

I whimpered to myself as he started in on the second half of my punishment for hanging up on him.

He never hit me quite that sharply again. But between playing the crop over my back and already throbbing ass he did not ignore my pussy.

The pain from the crop versus the spanking was different. It never allowed me to slide into that part of my mind where I was aware of the punishment and yet off elsewhere.

It was too sharp and stinging. It held me tightly to the moment. It demanded all my senses and all my attention.

It took me and it owned me.

Exactly as he does.

When he was finished the sheets were once again wet beneath me. And I was afraid that I had indeed reached that red eyes, snuffling stage.

There was nothing for a few minutes. He didn't offer me any more water. I didn't really need it. He knows me and he knew that.

He didn't say anything to me.

And he didn't release me from either the gag or the device.

What followed was perhaps five minutes of silence. I could hear and feel my heart pounding.

I could hear him breathing. So I knew he was still there.

And then he sat down at the head of the bed looking at me.

"I have your submission. We both know that."

I nodded, even though as he said, we both knew he did.

"I have decided that I want more."

I stared at him wide eyed. He wanted more?

Oh gods. 

When I told him I did want to be his submissive I knew he was not someone I'd be able to casually refuse. I knew that first yes would lead me to others.

It's why I held back for so long. I knew if I gave him that first yes I would end up eventually giving him anything he demanded of me.

It's why I did wildchild stuff knowing I'd get caught. It was that scared part of me wanting to fuck things up.

Then I did. And suddenly what I thought I needed wasn't what I knew I wanted. And I had to get beyond the need to always be safe and not fully feel. Because it made me realize how much I could not just walk away from him.

After he gave me that second chance a part of me just quietly whispered forget about fighting against this. You can't. He owns you.

And now I'm here on my bed so tightly restrained I couldn't even move a muscle as he punished me.

And he's telling me that he wants more.

He reachs down to undo the ball gag, casually dropping it.

"What do you want, Sir?" I whisper softly.

He smiles at me, confident and knowing.

"I want all of you." He tells me.

I try to slip slide away. "I think you have all of me Sir."

He strokes his fingers up the side of my face.

"I want you to give yourself to me, totally without being prompted."

I stare up at him mind whirling, a little confused. Does he mean now? He's not prompting. 

I'm shaking. I'm so scared. If I wasn't flat out unable to get free I'm not sure what I would do.

He's still just looking at me with that same small smile on his face.

For a second a part of me wants to snarl at him for doing this to me. For getting to me and taking me and owning me.

Then I think how good it is. To have passion again and feel and watch the numbing ice melting.

I thought that I would never love anyone again. I thought that exquisite emotion was never again to be mine.

I'm still shaking, and shaking hard. I'm still scared. I can barely even talk.

But I look into his eyes and it's suddenly just so easy.

"I am yours." I whisper softly. "I give myself to you, heart and soul, body and mind. I belong to you. You own every part of me. Anything you want from me I willingly give. I love you. You own me."

He pushes my hair back out of my eyes and grins at me.

"Of course I do baby."

He leans down and kisses me, his mouth hard, demanding, and delicious.

"My sweet sub, with slave tendencies." He mocks seductively.

"Anything you want from me." I moan back, biting at his mouth. "Please...I need you so much!"

He pulls away, smirking down at me.

"Are you mine then? Are you my sub, my slave, my hungry little bitch?"

"Oh god yes!" I whimper, shuddering, my body still shaking. "I am yours Master, heart and soul!"

His smile is savagely satisfied at hearing me call him Master for the first time ever.

"I know baby." He growls. "You belong to me!"

He leans back down and bites me hard in the curve of my shoulder.

"Want me to let you out?"

"No!" I gasp pleadingly. "Fuck me like this!"

He covers me instantly with his body. And I feel his laughter rumbling against my back.

"You really like this new toy, huh?" He chuckles.

"Oh god yes Master." I moan, my hips arching up to feel the hard strength of him. "Please, oh please!"

"Mmmmmmm...." He rumbles against me. "My little slave is hungry. Want my cock then?"

"Yes Master." I whimper. "Please. This girl needs you."

His low laughter caresses both my ears and my throbbing body. "Nice. You're learning a lot aren't you? Now just stop hanging up on me you little slut and I might stay happy!"

"I'm sorry Master, honest! I'm such a bad kitty." I purr contritely.

"Sometimes I like it when you're bad. Just stop fucking hanging up on me you little brat!"

I start to promise him once again that I won't do that anymore but he fits himself between my thighs and his stiff cock slamming all the way in turns that declaration into strangulated gibberish.

I content myself instead with a high pitched howl of pleasure.

He fucks me hard and fast and it feels so good. It's different, deeper, more intense because of this admittance that yes he does own me.

His hands play my body, one concentrating on my throbbing, swollen clit. The other one moves back and forth teasing my hard nipples.

I am moaning non stop. I think it's me. We are the only two here. But the sound of it, the exuberant and excited hunger in that sultry voice is new. I don't think I've ever made noise like that before.

I'm screaming my pleasure long before I even start to cum. Luckily it is muffled by the palm cupped over my mouth. 

I can't help it. My sharp little teeth start nibbling on the fingers graciously keeping me from eviction due to noise.

In retaliation he bites hard into my neck and the orgasm that was thinking about slowing howls back down the track.

I'm cumming so hard I can't even see anymore. My eyes are still staring wide forward but my vision is giving way to explosions of color and glittering fireworks of gold and silver.

When I get back to my body I realize that ever muscle is aching with a soft, dull throb. I guess I was tensing and working them the entire time he drove me out of my mind.

"Ow." I whimper softly and he moves off my body releasing me and laying my limbs out comfortably.

He pulls me into his arms, cuddling me tenderly.

"So are you gonna hang up on me ever again?" He drawls lazily.

I force my eyes open. "Mmmmm, if I admit that I really liked how you punished me over it will you do it to me again?"

My Master chuckled softly. "You little brat. You're purely incorrigible."

I yawn and murmur into his neck. "Yeah, pretty much. But I'm totally your bad kitty. I love you Master."

As I slide into sleep I hear his soft laughter. 

"I'm taming you bit by bit you little wild katt." He laughs confidently.

And I have to admit, he is.

He owns me, my Master does, and he is taming this once upon a wild katt. Heart and soul, body and mind, he simply owns me. 



A Brat's Fantasy Ch. 07



Master's Anger

 I have this fantasy...of a Master's anger.

I was sitting curled up Indian style on my bed, staring down in horror at an innocent looking green phone.

"Oh my fucking God!" I moaned. "I don't believe it. I just did it again. After I did it to him last night. Oh my God I just fucking hung up on Master!"

In sudden panic I lunged forward and punched the on button to the phone. Then sat there rigid through the whole please hang up the phone bit and that blaring siren thing.

Remembering my cell phone I bolted off the bed and flung myself towards the kitchen. I managed to kick the hell out of the bedroom door frame as I passed through. So I hopped like a deranged idiot to my purse where I frantically turned that phone off as well. Then stood panting in the middle of my kitchen with my kicked toe throbbing and my heart pounding.

"I'm dead. I am so bloody dead!" I whimpered. "Master is going to throttle me. That or Release me. I'd rather go with the dead thing." I moaned.

He knew that things were pretty rough for me right now. I had just finalized my divorce. I was living in a new apartment, and back working for the first time in twelve years. 

Hardest of all to deal with was the fact that the boys I had stayed home all those years for were living most of the time with their father.

So Master had been very patient with me over the past few months. But when I hung up on him last night over something even I tearfully admitted was ridiculous he had snapped a bit.

"I won't release you, you bad mannered little hell katt. I fucking own you and that is NOT going to change brat. But so help me next time you hang up on me for any reason I will make the trip to Minnesota and beat your fucking ass black and blue for weeks!"

I had meekly sworn to him that I wouldn't hang up on him any more. And here I stood less then a day later having just done it again.

I knew what I was doing was only making things worse for myself. But I could not bring myself to turn either phone back on.

And I stayed away from the computer as if it were a carrier for the Black Plague.

I was fairly confident that Master meant it when he said that he wouldn't Release me. I knew he loved that he owned me so totally. The fact that he was the first man who had ever taken me so fully, heart and soul, body and mind.

So no, he probably wouldn't release me. But damn would he snarl at me!

I wasn't worried about his threat of making the sixteen hour trip here to Minnesota. I mean after all, he had a job. He had a life. Wasn't like he'd just take off for Minnesota simply to punish me for reverting momentarily to my old bad kitty ways.


I'd just call him tomorrow and beg his forgiveness.

We had been working out plans for months concerning my taking a vacation so that we could finally meet.

When I was in one of my hyper, bouncy brat kitten moods I'd tease Master about my small misbehaviors.

"Just add it to the list of the things to punish me over when me meet, my One." I'd purr.

"I am." He'd answer succinctly.

And my stomach would roll in sudden, total sexual excitement.

So yeah, was pretty much a definate that when we did meet, it would probably be a month after I got back to Minnesota before I was sitting with ease or able to walk straight.

I slept, the very little I did that night on the couch. I didn't want to even see that intimidating lap top. I was so scared about facing the results of my stupid, volcanic hellion Irish temper!

And so of course then I woke up late and had to fly around the apartment like a maniac to get out the door in time to not be late for the job I'd barely started.

Was three of four hours later before I remembered that I hadn't turned either phone back on.

"Oh shit!" I groaned, slumping back against the pile of boxes I was filling with flyers for a local pizza place. "This is not good. This is a fucking world of NOT good!"

And then I ended up working almost sixteen hours because a job that had to done by the next day was totally screwed up and had to done over.

I wanted to make a good impression at this new job. Plus I really needed the money.

When I finally got back home I slumped in exhaustion on the sofa. I pulled my shoes off and rubbed my aching feet.

"I'll turn the phones back on in just a minute." I mumbled to myself and laid my head back against the sofa.

And woke up with twenty minutes to get ready for my bus.

Top all that off? I forgot to turn the damn phones on again!

I actually yelped in dismay when I remembered. And the cutter operator I was working with nearly lost both hands to his machine's blade.

Needless to say it was not a good day after that.

I was so upset when I got home. It's really not fun working with a man who obviously would like to beat the shit out of you. Even if that man admittedly has a hell of a good reason for wanting to.

I could not make myself turn the phones on. I was so stressed I'd just have gone nuts on Master I told myself.

And then I woke up the next morning to discover that with all the recent commotion, emotion and confusion, I hadn't paid the phone bill when I should have!

My phone had been disconnected.

"Cell phone! He can call to ream my ass out over my cell phone!"

Uh-huh. Yeah. If I could have found the fucking cell phone!

In that first night's panicked frenzy I had obviously stuffed the cell phone some place isanely idiotic. And now I couldn't find it!

I tore my apartment down to ground zero looking for that hell spawned thing. I didn't find it.

I screamed then, and kicked the nearest door. Then hopped around half hysterically on the uninjured foot trying to get ready with enough time to spare to pay the phone bill over the nearest public pay phone.

"Dead, dead, I am sooo fucking dead!" I moaned waiting for my bus and working on getting my phone turned back on.

"It should be turned back on sometime today." The polite, perky, professional voice informed me.

"Bloody well better be!" I snarled into the phone. "Er, uh...sorry, have a nice day." I finished in a rush and slammed the phone down, totally humiliated.

"I'm going insane!" I whimpered. "No. I am insane. Gods, just let me make it through this day! I'll be a good girl from now on." I vowed. "I swear!"

I called my phone from work every chance I could safely sneak. When I finally connected with my answering machine I nearly passed out in relief.

I would go home and immediatly call Master to beg for his forgiveness. All I could do was hope he would let me explain this whole series of insane events!

Can honestly say I'd never worked a longer day in my life. 

And I think the bus ride home took at least two years!

I would have run the block to my apartment if the clothes I'd changed into from my work uniform hadn't included a short skirt and rather high heels.

The clothes I had brought with to change into today after work were ones I knew my Master would like.

It was a subconscious desire to say that I did want to please him. And that I was so sorry for doing the exact thing he had told me not to.

Of course my stupid key stuck and gave me the usual two or three minute battle. I was so going to complain about the damn door one of these days!

My phone was ringing when I finally got into my apartment. Almost killed myself getting to it. Luckily weren't any fucking doors to go through or I'd have been hopping and howling for sure. I can't get through a door at a rushed run without kicking the door frame. Poor depth perception really sucks.

"Hello?" I answered, trying not to pant the word out. "Hello? Hello?"

A dial tone filled my ear and I growled. Oh come on. How hard is it to have enough manners to say sorry, wrong number?

I kicked my heels off. The shoes were sexy, but damn, ouch.

I needed to grab a bottle of water before I called Master. I had a feeling that the conversation would have a lot of dry throat moments.

I was almost to the fridge when my doorbell rang.

"Oh fine!" I snarled to myself. "Give me no breaks life!"

For some reason the little bit of mail sent to me had been showing up in every mailbox but mine the last month or so.

I hoped no one lazy was just throwing anything important away.

I went to the door and flung it open.

Then gawked in shock at the figure filling that door way.

"Oh my God." I gasped.

I almost slammed the door. It goes with the hanging up thing I guess. And I was just so startled.

"Hello slut." He barked.

I freaked. I panicked. I turned to bolt. But he was too fast for me and grabbed my arm.

"Kneel now or I will really be angry!"

I looked up into those blazing emerald eyes and thought, oh fuck me, he's already furious!

Oh my God, I am in soooo much trouble! He's here. He came here. He's actually right here! Why the hell did I act so fucking stupid. I shouldn't ever have turned off the phones. I should have called him right back.

Now he's standing here in front of me and oh fuck does he look pissed!

I was so intimidated and sorry and felt so bad that salty, stinging tears filled my eyes.

"I am not telling you again. Kneel NOW!"

He took a step towards me and I just dropped, slipping bonelessly into that second kneel that he has taught me. I slid my thighs wide for him, arched my back, and put my hands behind me.

I know that normally Master wants to see his submissive's eye. And I knew in this case to keep mine lowered.

"Good girl." He moved behind me to tie my hands tightly in place. "We meet a bit earlier then expected, don't we little katt?"

"Yes Master. I would have still come."

"What makes you think I want you to come after this stunt?"

He pulls my elbows together tightly and binds them.

"Master, honest, I can ex..." 

"That's right. I almost forgot an important detail. Lift your head and open your mouth."

Oh fuck me. I knew what he intended. And I so desperatly wanted to explain all the crazy oh my god why me shit that had gone on these last three days.

But I lifted my head and opened my mouth.

I obeyed my Master.

Sometimes I can actually manage to do as I am ordered.

I feel the ball gag pulled tightly into my mouth and behind my teeth, silencing me.

"There. All better." Master laughs.

When I can. When he allows it I will tell him about the last three days. Right now, I will simply submit to my One.

"Third kneel, whore." He growls.

I assume the position so quickly I almost knock myself unconscious dropping my forehead to the hardwood floors of my apartment living room.

"Lift that ass, bitch."

I obey instantly. I know what's next. I have dreamed about this for long, hungry months.

I hear his belt slide from his pants and shudder. He's talked about that wide, leather buffalo hide belt before. I know it's thick and functionable. It's not a pretty boy's belt. It's one made to work for a number of things, including punishing a bad kitty's ass.

I am honestly a highly intelligent woman. Except when I elect to act like a total fucking idiot. So I have always known that Master is taller and heavier and stronger then I am.

He will never have trouble controlling me. No matter how hard I might try and fight against it.

But the way he had bound me? I didn't feel much like a wild katt. I felt about as toothless as a newborn kitten.

I think about the power and strength that I know reside in my Master. I think about how muscular his arms looked in pictures and over a web cam. Seeing him in person I can see just how strong and muscled those arms really are.

And I realize there will be a lot of power behind those strokes of that belt!

Oh damn, I so have to stop this hanging up...the last part of that thought ends abruptly with my yowl into the gag as the first blow from Mater's belt cuts hard against the soft flesh of my ass.

Oh gods! I moan. I can feel the blistering red hot welt that appears instantly on my sensitive, Swedish skin.

And the next two strikes land even harder on my thinly clad butt. Then Master flips my short skirt up to expose my nylon clad ass.

I whimper into that damn ball bag. Master has given me assignments before to kneel for him wearing nothing but pantyhose. He has also had me spend the day wearing just pantyhose under my normal clothes.

I had loved doing it. And not just because of how it felt physically. Anything I ever did because Master had ordered it left me wet the entire time I did it.

I'd even slept in nylons before. Not because he told me to. But just because he could awake such strong feelings in me that sometimes I just couldn't let go of that feeling of being connected to him.

"Lovely ass you have, my katt. And as I see, no panties, you wanton little slut."

I wanted to tell Master I was that way because of him, for him. But the belt curled around my ass again and the question evaporated. Even if I hadn't been gagged, I couldn't have said anything, could only wait for the next slash of that punishing belt.

The thin nylon is no buffer at all against the fierce strikes of Master's belt. They cling to my lower body, glued tight by sweat and arousal. The strain of keeping my body in position doesn't help either cause.

"Cum, you little slut." I suddenly hear. And there is no question of will I, won't I, can I? I am just instantly cumming, trained to Master's voice and that one simple word.

I arch, pushing my ass up higher, gnawing on that fucking ball gag, fighting my bonds, cumming so hard I nearly fall over. Master's belt brushes against my pussy and I blush. I know I have soaked the crotch of my nylons with my arousal.

Without warning, the belt flicks sharply against my labia and the orgasm that was almost finished screams back into intense life.

"Well I see you had your little orgasm." Master mocks, and I think, little? I saw those fucking cliched stars!

I look back at him over my shoulder, the brat in me glowering a little over how easily he can push me into losing my mind.

But the truth is, I'm loving this.

He has been my online Master for months. He was the one who tamed this little wild katt. He owns me heart and soul as I have often told him. To have him right here, claiming the body I also have assured him is his...oh gods!

I want this fucking gag out because I am desperate to ask him, to tell him, to beg him, Master I need you to fuck me now. 

I want to scream out loud as I can, fuck this girl! Take her, use her, give her that physical proof that she is owned. Fill me with your cock, and your cum.

Suddenly I feel the cold metal kiss of Master's knife cutting open my pantyhose to expose my cunt and asshole.

I whimper into the gag, almost cumming again just from knowing what is coming.

I have wanted him for so long. And I have gone without for so long.

I am squirming deperatly in my bonds. And then I feel him exploring my body.

His fingers enter my pussy from behind and I gasp and moan when he buries those delicious fingers deep in my cunt. My eyes close in lavicious reaction. Then I feel fingers from his other hand penetrating my second opening, and my eyes fly open wide.

I shudder with erotic arousal. This is the first time in many years that a man has taken me anally in any form. What makes it even more of a turn on is knowing that he intends to take my ass with his cock.

"You are wet my little katt!"

Master's little katt is suddenly for once glad to be gagged. If I wasn't I think I'd be screaming of course I am damn you! Now gods, please, I'm begging you, fuck me raw!

I am chewing on that ball gag so hard I wonder if anything will be left to remove when Master finally releases me from it.

Master moves behind me and suddenly I feel his hands on my ass. Seconds later his aroused cock is pushing againt my labia. I purrrr softly. I know his hunger for me must be strong because he has forgotten about all the toys that lay so close to my head.

He pushes the thick, long length of his cock into me. And I love it. I love that I couldn't stop him. I love that I am bound for his pleasure. And most of all I love that he is punishing me for being a bad kitty.

I'm not sure which is throbbing the hardest at the moment, my ass in pain, or my cunt in anticipating pleasure.

I wanted to know what it felt like to be punished. I was pretty sure that I'd like it. How much I think I might grow to crave the feel of Master's belt hitting my ass...oh gods. I might just be in high water here.

It hurt, and yet with every strike I found myself trying to raise my ass higher and higher. Even with tears pooling in my eyes I sought more.

Master had his cock buried balls deep in my cunt. I don't think I'd ever felt so filled. It hurt a little when he was pushing those last inches in, but I was so wet, and wanted it so much. I don't care about a little pain. I just want him to take me all the way.

Master thrusts into me hard, my head bumping into the hard wood of my floor with every helpless stoke.

Suddenly he pulls out of me and commands me to assume the second kneel. He moves quickly in front of me and removes the gag.

I stretch my mouth out and he smiles down at me.

"Know what time it is now, my cunt?"

I think I have a pretty good idea, but I smile demurely. "No, Master."

"It's time for one of those blow jobs you promised me."

I see that pussy slick cock just inches from my face and smile. I have been so desperate to taste him, the flavoring doesn't matter to me.

His fingers twist and pinch my nipples and breast as I willingly engulf his shaft balls deep finally.

I love the way he shivers just a minute bit when I slide my toungue out and lick around his balls when I have his shaft deep in my throat.

He only let me suck and lick at his cock for a very short time before he pulled out and regagged me.

"Third kneel whore." He growls.

And I instantly move into the position of that most submissive of kneels that he has taught me.

I feel the hard head of Master's cock pushing into my tight anal opening. It has been so long since I have been taken there. His hard cock forces the tight hole to open for him. He embeds himself deep into my ass. He wriggles his body back and forth to plant his hard flesh deeper while I moan and my body jerks beneath his.

"Fuck baby." He grunts. "You are tight."

I hear him groan with the pleasure fucking into my barely used ass is giving him. I think his plans in regards to punishing me will wait until after he fills my ass with his cum.

He takes me slow and gentle. And it does hurt a little. No one has fucked me there for years. But it's him filling my ass, and even though there's a little pain, I find it so arousing.

He pulls his cock back, half out of me, and I grab onto him as tightly as I can with my bound hands, afraid he intends to stop. He pauses for a moment, then pulls back more.

I'm cursing and begging and pleading with him into that bloody ball gag. And then he shoves his cock back into me until his balls are up tight against my vulva.

I am so into it, the pain and the pleasure so sexually, mind blowingly mixed.

I am so desperate for him to free me from this gag. I want to scream for him.

"I own you katt." His voice is a sexy Southern almost whisper against my ear. The subtle excitement in that voice almost sends me off into another cum.

I will never get over being amazed and so thrilled that my One found this little wild katt worthy enough to be his submissive.

I mumble and moan gibberish sounds into the gag.

"I own all of you katt."

I scream into the gag. "Yes, all of me!"

He starts fucking my ass hard and fast, and my body fucks back against him as much as I can.

He senses that I am about to cum and removes the gag.

"Say it." He demands.

My orgasm attacks my body, but before it can leave me thrashing mindlessly I say it.




A Brat's Fantasy Ch. 07



"I love you Master!" I scream as loud as I can.

"Oh gods Master, fuck it. Fuck me! I am so sorry I was bad but oh please just fuck me hard!"

And my One does, my love, my heart. He fucks me hard and fast, knowing his little katt won't break. He takes me, and he owns me. And when he fills me with his cum, he rests his sated body draped over mine.

And his katt supports his weight with a quiet, satisfied joy, just as she always knew she one day would. Ready and waiting for Master's next desire.

I am exactly where I have longed to be. Safe in the arms of my One. Beneath his bondage, under his control. His woman, his submissive, and always, his katt.

Master graciously allowed me to play around with the other side of the story when what he wrote started my creative juices to churning. So if you enjoy this, the appreciation should go to my One!



A Brat's Fantasy Ch. 08



I have this fantasy...

It's that one I was thinking about when I told you, oh I gotta write you an email...it's just simply my naughty little fantasy.

I was seeing you coming to me and telling me, I want to watch this woman fuck you.

Wasn't being your good girl in this particular Fantasy...

In this version, I looked at you and kitten hissed, hell no. I have no interest in women. I am totally not doing this.

And you simply look at me and said, yes you are. I own you, and you will do as I want.

The woman is standing next to the front door, waiting for you to direct her, watching the dramatics of your kitten throwing a wild katt brat tantrum.

I'd see the look in your eyes, and think...oh fuck me, and turn to try and run...somewhere. But you know me so well by now, and you'd be waiting, and expecting that sort of reaction. I wouldn't get even two feet away from you before you'd be taking me back...

And my sometimes attitude or not, physically, I can't really win, can I? You're strong enough to make me do anything that you desire. I can't stop you or keep you from doing anything that you want to do with me. You know, that excites me. Gods, I want a lover who could over power me. You have me emotionally, you can threaten me with release or what not, and I'll hate that. But I really like the idea of someone who can control me physically. And I know that you could.

Control, and the brat. Two things I kept playing with that night I was thinking about this fantasy. You would carry me into the bedroom, telling the woman by the door to follow. She would do so, trying to hide her smile at the fierce antics of your brat, remembering that you had mentioned your submissive had a hellion wild katt part to her that sometimes erupted.

In my mind, that night, I imagined you, as well as that woman. I wanted you to have to force me to accept anything she'd do to me.

Obviously, I am willing, and I will do anything that you tell me to. This is just my particular thoughts in regards to this little idea of mine, smiles.

You get me on the bed, and chain me spread open wide without much difficulty.

I'm cussing and snarling and hissing at you, thinking, fuck, he didn't gag me, oh shit! What the hell is he gonna do?

Then you kneel, your legs beside my torso, your hard cock between my breasts, inches from my mouth, and suddenly I know. I take a breath to yowl at you, and before I can let it out your hard cock is filling me, choking me.

"Take the little bitch." I hear you growl.

And the woman slams the fake cock all the way into me.

I scream in rage, the vibrations of my fury caressing your cock.

I can't do a damn thing about any of it. I am tied down tight and spread eagled. About the only thing I could do is bite the flesh that is fucking my mouth and throat. And yeah, I am smart enough to not even think about being that stupid!

I can't pick which cock to concentrate on. Both are making me hit that, what the fuck is my name again point. Plus I am still trying to stay pissed, and that's taking a hell of a lot of my attention span.

You always make me wild crazy. This whole thing...situation, overdrive!

And I can't do a thing about it! You smirk down at me, then turn to look over one shoulder and watch the women between my spread wide legs fucking me. I jerk my whole body against my chains, arching up high against the little give I have. All it does is force her "cock" deeper into me, and excites you into pumping harder, deeper and faster between my lips and down my throat.

I yell again, even though I know it's a bit of a wasted effort when there's no way much sound will get past the flesh that is filling me.

Didn't get me anywhere, but it's pretty obvious that you enjoyed it, because suddenly you tense, and I feel your cock swell, and throb, and then you're jetting your cum deep into my throat. I swallow it, every bit, I have to because you're staying right there, so it's swallow or choke on it.

You reach back, and getting a firm grip on my taut nipples, pinch both, hard. I squeal, and you moan. I guess you liked that to.

You smile down at me. And it's a smile that suggests I fucking better listen and do every thing that you tell me to. You pinch me again, even harder. To be sure I'm paying attention...or maybe simply because you felt like doing it.

That woman is still fucking me. She's slowed down slightly, as if she's been distracted by watching you, or waiting for you to tell her something. Your attention and your eyes are focused on me though, your fingers still playing casually with my swelling nipples.

"Now...suck me hard again." You order in that low, rasping Southern drawl, the one that can make me cum, just by saying the word to me. And damn it, just the tone, hearing you talk in that way that drives me incoherent with lust, that voice you use on me,, And then tease and torment me by asking me questions when you know the only thing I'm gonna be able to answer, is huh...what? That voice makes my cunt tighten, my belly do that roll over oh gods thing. I moan, long and drawn out enough that your cock starts to swell again.

"Uh-huh. That's my good girl."

Oh fuck me, I whimper softly. That's not fair. He knows what that does to me! I try to glower up at you, but you pinch my nipples again and thrust yourself deeper and I just think, oh fuck it, gimme!

I love you, and I love sucking...and I really don't care what else is going on at the moment. My focus is you...tasting you, pleasing you, watching you watch me as I eagerly and willingly strive to get you hard. I am aware that my cunt is being filled, then emptied, but that's nowhere near as arousing to me as the feeling of your cock growing as I suck and lick it.

When you're good and hard, you suddenly pull out and swing away from me.

"Master, plea..." I start to beg, but your hand is instantly covering my mouth.

"Not a word, unless you want to be gagged." You snarl softly next to my ear. "Understood!"

I nod gingerly. But gods, where are you going? I want to beg you not to leave me. It's not that I'm hating what the woman is doing to me, I'm not feeling that, please god, get me away from this. Because you're here. But I just don't want you to leave me...

I don't have time to agitate, which is good, because knowing me, I'd have ended up with that damn ball gag after just a few minutes...

I had a little give to arch up against my chains. Suddenly I'm learning, you left enough slack in the chains to allow you to slide yourself beneath me. Oh gods! I bite into my lower lip hard enough to almost draw blood, not sure if a wildly aroused moan would earn me the ball gag.

You're still a little slick from my eager mouth, and you lift me up a bit, your hands hot on my ass.

Those same hands pull me open to expose what you want. You settle the hard tip of yourself against my tight anal opening, work the head of your cock into me...then you whisper against my ear.

"Brace yourself baby, might be a rough ride!"

And then you simply allow my own body weight and gravity to accomplish what you want.

Your hard flesh is already taking me, when you remove the hands that were positioning me, I sink fast deeper and deeper onto your shaft.

Oh bloody hell! I don't care about that hated ball gag anymore. As your cock fills me I forget what a ball gag even is!

I remember how to scream though. It hurts a little. There's not a lot of moisture, and I'm tight there, gravity allowing you to fill my ass fast. It does hurt. But it's the kinda pain that I like. The kind of pain that has a woman screaming, oh gods, hurt me good! So I start screaming and yowling and carrying on. I can't hardly move, being that I am tied spread eagle and you are now buried balls deep in my ass and there's this woman still fucking my cunt. But I can yell, and until you shove that ball gag in...I am gonna scream the walls down!

And I do. I grind myself against you, wanting that cock, every little bit of it that I can get into my ass. I'm begging you for more, for harder, for deeper. I'm whimpering and telling you that I love you, that I want you, that I need you. I know I am making a total commotion and in that tiny corner of coherant thought I have left, I am wondering what will come first...you forcing a ball gag in my mouth and behind my teeth, or the police breaking the door in thinking, someone's getting killed here!

"Let's make her cum." I hear you say. And oh my gods...I just do.

You don't even have enough time to slide one hand down my body to play with my clit.

She doesn't even have enough time to speed up her fucking.

I have this crazy thought of yelling, you trained me to do this, you said the word, don't you get mad at me, but you're covering my mouth and I think all loopy, oh cool, no gags, no door breaking in cops...and then I'm just gone, and I'm cumming so hard that my eyes close, and behind my lids I see colors and explosions and even those damn stupid cliche stars...

I have no idea how that woman is doing, but as I do my nova thing, I feel you come deep inside me, and I think, I love him, and the things he introduces me to.

And then it all just starts to fade away, and I depend on you to free me and settle me comfortable...

My mind is an unusual place. I have so many things waiting to be dealt with. And I don't even wanna think about the fact that I've barely posted even half of that Spik(ed) story. Those that have been reading it and liking it, thank you!

Question is, considering I am contemplating-and my ferbile little mind can just shut up-is this a dead end, or does anyone want to see more?

And hey, how about pool tables...smirks. 



A Brat's Fantasy Ch. 09



I have this fantasy about a Master's Anger...

My Master, my One, is standing behind me, beside me...somewhere. I can hear Him breathing but I have no idea where He is. I am blindfolded. I am also bound and gagged.

That unfortunate hanging up thing I am finding so hard to curb has me once again dumped in deep shit. 

I normally have a very even, cheerful personality. But for some reason that fiery Irish temper that sometimes supercedes the Sunnygirl part of me has been going wild lately.

After I hung up on Master, the second night in a row, I compounded the mistake by panicking and "disappearing" for three days. I had both my normal and my cell phone turned off. And I didn't even go near my computer.

The worst thing about it all was that other then the first night, which I freely admit was in a deliberate, oh my gods He's gonna snarl at me panic, the two days that followed, while maybe not acceptable as a save my ass excuse, were a total case in proof of, I don't need enemies, this crazy insanity could only happen to me. Even when I'm not making my own trouble, it seems to find a way to jump my ass.

I whimper softly into the ball gag as the minutes stretch by. Oh gods I wish He would do something! This wait is driving me insane. As I know He intends it to.

We have been chatting online for a year, more or less. Very casually to start with. In the last six months though we had moved into talking on IM and the phone.

This was the first time we were meeting in person.

The lust that had been simmering between us all those last intensely frustrating months had driven Master into a hunger that had Him taking me hard. But I knew He wasn't any where near finished punishing me. I had an idea that I wouldn't have bet against for anything, that I was in for a good bit more.

And now that He had slaked at least the tip of His lust by fucking my almost virgin ass, I knew He would return to my punishments.

My Master has always known that I am a bouncy, rather hyperactive woman. It's a facet of my personality that even strangers get the first time they come across me. Before we even chatted one on one He would watch me pouncing around the room like a sassy, mischievous kitten. He told me once that He'd thought I needed a good spanking to settle me down.

So Master knows that I like to pounce and flit around. My mind is always racing from one fascinating subject to the next. And then back again to the original subject at the speed of, well...a wild katt.

I am basically a ball of never ending energy. When we chat, when we talk on the phone, He always needs to pull me off my tangents to get my mind back on the subject.

But I can stay focused enough to do one particular thing. Over these last months of chatting and phone calls Master has trained me to cum on His command.

And I know that He loves hearing me mewl in orgasm over the phone. The arousal and sexual pleasure in His voice as He talks me through my whole cum with that delicious Southern accent keeps my pussy pulsing and clenching for so unbelievably long.

I was new to the lifestyle. I had never given my submission to anyone before. Master was my first.

So, I had never been put in bondage before either. And Master taking His belt to me, another total first.

The way He had me bound in a kneel it was a no brainer that I was in for something! And while part of me was worried-after all, no one up and out of the blue drives 16 hours over casual irritation-the greater part of me was aroused, excited, and literally dripping.

I whimpered. Master had jumped straight into graduate studies. This was no simple hands tied behind my back and ankles bound. He had me, if you will excuse the cliché, trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey.

My hands are bound behind my back, and tied to a crotch rope that Master took a diabolical pleasure in making sure perfectly dissected my pussy lips with the damn knot centered right over my clit. It's running up between the cheeks of my ass to my hands.

I have read about crotch ropes before and have speedily come to the conclusion that they are every bit as "interesting" as I thought they might be.

My elbows are tied so that they almost meet in the back and then were secured to a breast harness. Another "interesting" thing that I haven't yet decided how I feel about. My knees are bound tightly together, both above and below, and my ankles tied side by side. A neck rope has been attached to the top knee rope which holds me in the kneeling position.

Master's little wild katt has been sternly secured. I'm not in a position to be bouncing anywhere. I'm sure as hell not gonna be doing any hanging up on Master.

I'm guilty at times of still trying to "hide" myself from Master. So sometimes when Master asks me about something I feel shy about answering, or when I have a feeling that the honesty He expects from me will leave me having to give Him an answer I know He won't like, I fall into my old habit of using my skill with words and writing to give Him an answer that really doesn't say a damn thing.

That doesn't work with my Master. Every time I do that His reply is almost instant.

"That isn't an answer."

So one day I was trying to pull that and I finally realized that I was guilty of only trusting Him to a point which I picked. And so I really have been trying to stop hiding behind pretty, eloquent words that ultimately mean nothing.

He already knew that I hate gags and that there just might not be a single inch on my body that isn't ticklish. But I gave Him a new tidbit that He started to use back when we were still "merely" on line and over the phone.

The worst punishment you could ever use on me was to bind me in such a way that I can't move. I hate sitting still. Master started using that when He punished me. He'd order me to kneel in a corner or make me lie on my bed with ankles crossed and my hands in the small of my back.

Even when it was over a tiny thing, or just used as a reminder that He owned me, a mere fifteen minute punishment could end with me singing to myself for distraction, a hundred bottles of beer on the wall, a hundred bottles...

And Master was using that little personality quirk on me now, in person!

I was tightly ball gagged and I was blindfolded. 

And to add to the mix, both my pussy and my ass were filled with a remote vibrator. Master was turning the hell spawned things on from time to time. But only for a few seconds at a time.

And to be honest...I was going insane! I had no idea how long He'd had me in the position. To me it felt like it had been hours! I knew it would most likely just earn me more punishment but I had started screaming into the gag and testing the strength of my bonds.

And then Master's crop slashed down on my ass. I yowled into the gag.

He knows that the idea of being spanked wildly arouses me. He also knows that I studied ballet for ten years then left that behind when sports like soccer and track became more important to me. So He knows that I am no stranger to pain. I know all about pushing my body until it begged me to stop.

The crop strikes again and I jerk and moan into the gag. He smacks each cheek four times and I can feel each red hot welt erupt. I am grunting and squealing into the gag. And in some far off corner of my mind, vaguely embarrassed by how out of control I am.

And then suddenly I am cumming, and cumming hard. He hasn't told me to. Nor has He given me permission to. And I wonder distantly, am I gonna be in even more trouble for doing that?

Gods, I wonder if He can sense that I just came? I know that I can smell my arousal in the air around me.

Suddenly He turns the two vibrators on full blast as He crops me even harder.

"Little bitch, did you really think I'd continue to put up with your arrogant, bad mannered ways? Master snarls. 

Somehow I remember Master telling me that I am always to answer Him, coherently as I can, no matter what gag He might be using on me.

Not sure how good of a job I did. "No Master." I wince. To my ears it sounded like some kind of alien speech.

"What, little cunt? I didn't understand you."

Funny, I snarled into the gag. It was a good thing I was gagged. The laughter in Master's voice, I'm in enough trouble as it is.

Master unbuckled and removed the ball gag. I hate the way the drool builds up and then spills over when the gag is removed. Have I mentioned yet that I really, really hate gags?

I worked my jaw for a moment, loosening and relaxing the sore, stiff muscles of it. I want so badly to be able to show Master, or at least tell Him, how sorry I am for making Him angry. I need to learn how to contain that brat katt until she's wanted. I tense against the ropes again and realize not a single knot is looser.

"Master? My One?" I whisper softly, eyes still lowered and not meeting His. "This girl is so sorry that she did what she had been told to never do again."

I am praying that He will release me from at least some of my bonds. And gods above and about, I am desperate for Him to shut off these two bloody vibes so I can think again!

Master smiles at me.

And...oh shit!

"I know you are, my little katt. You always are, after. But you're not nearly as sorry as you will be during these next few weeks."

He slips my blindfold off and I know He wants to see my eyes and watch me look into His when He explains what that last statement means. I flick my eyes up to meet His intense emerald stare, confused. He knows I just started a new job. "Master?"

"Don't worry about it baby, I took care of it. I called your boss and told her you had to quit. And I also called your mother and told her I was surprising you with a vacation. I see where you get that cute little kitten personality, by the way."

I gasp out loud in stunned surprise. He quit my job on me? 

Master smirks down at me and laughs. "Yes baby, I don't care for the city. I much prefer my nice, quiet cabin in the Ozarks. So we'll be moving there in a few days."

I gawked up at Him, sputtering, looking, I'm sure...like a half wit. That Irish temper that never seems to fail to get me in trouble perked and poised...and paused as I contemplated. I am readying to complain about what, exactly? I asked myself silently.

Considering that basically, I knew I wanted Him right from that first day.

He frees my ankles and knees but leaves me otherwise bound. Then helps me shift so that I can sit flat on my ass. Still gag free, He offers me a drink of water. I take the straw and suck down the cool water thirstily. I never did get that bottle of water earlier. Master descended on me before I made it to the fridge. He takes the water back. And I take a chance. Even though I know I am already in a world of trouble.

I can't help it. I can't resist it. I need and I want. And I'm damn straight willing to take the risk of more punishment in the hopes of getting what I'm aching to have.

"Master?" I murmur, keeping my voice soft and as demure as I can manage. I know that He likes His submissive to keep her eyes on Him. And I also know that when He is angry He wants those eyes to remain lowered. So I flick my imploring, aching green-gold cat eyes up to briefly meet his emerald stare, then quickly back down.

"Yes, little one?" He drawls in that drive me wild Southern voice.

I know I should just keep it safe and play it still as a mouse, but oh gods! Still looking down, knowing it's there, and hoping he can't see the ever present smile lifting my lips, I can't stop my soft whisper.

"Your katt needs to be fucked hard, Master."

Master smiles down at me, and I know that taking me again is also on His mind.

He replaces the gag, then lifting me to my feet He takes my elbow and leads me to my bedroom and has me kneel again.

I am still wearing nothing but the nylons that He had sliced earlier with His knife to free my cunt and my ass for His use.

He unties my hands and elbows then commands me to get on my bed. He ties my hands together then pulls them up and over my head and attaches them to my bed's headboard.

He removes my gag and kisses me with hard, hungry passion, His tongue seeking, searching and taking mine. He fucks my mouth with that delicious tongue while He pulls and pinches on my nipples and I know He is going to fuck me with no mercy!

Those hands pinch and probe powerfully. The reality is so much more arousing then any fantasy. He lowers His head and sucks in my left nipple, hard.

We like to bite, my Master and I. He nips, teeth connecting around the nipple He was just sucking on. Those nipping teeth lift my breast up and away from my body.

His fingers are buried deep in my cunt, fucking me slowly. It's not the cock that I want so desperately. But I know He will fill me with that soon. I can't control my moans as His hands and teeth work my body.

"Oh gods!" I whimper gasp when He runs His tongue up the crease of my thigh. He's not holding anything back. And I remember, between a shiver and a shudder, that I gave Him that secret. And the part of me that is simply Master's owned little katt joyfully yells, damn straight!

He bites my inner thigh and I think dizzily again, I love the biting! And then He plunges His tongue deep into my pussy. He licks me from front to back, and then slides His tongue out to play with my clit. He gives my aching, throbbing clit little, light licks over it. When He whispers the word against my pussy, I moan and just cum while He bites and licks at my labia.

He fucks me with His fingers while His tongue licks and invades me. I cum so hard I know I must be drenching Him with my juices. The waves of erotic pleasure just roll over and over me and I don't have space in my mind to feel shy about how much liquid arousal I know my body is giving up.

I come out of that sexual half coma only when He pushes the ball gag back into my mouth and buckles it.

He moves to my ankles and ties me out spread eagle. Then He smiles at me and lifts into my view the crop He had stashed. He swishes it back and forth, His intense emerald eyes obviously focused on my pussy. I whimper softly into the gag and feel the sweat erupt on my body. We had talked about this on the phone and in chat. He was obviously going to use that crop to spank my cunt.

The first strike wasn't that hard but it stung! The second blow impacted harder and caused tears to form in my eyes.

My cunt is still dripping and drenched with the juice that Master had drawn from me when He finger fucked and licked my pussy just minutes earlier. The pain from the second blow had me sucking in my breath.

The next four smacks came so quick that all the breath I just took in explodes out around the ball gag in my mouth. My whole body shudders. It stings so fucking bad. But I have never been more aroused.

I look up at Master and see the fierce, intense look in those emerald eyes. Oh I love those eyes! Just finally seeing them in real life makes me ride the edge of another cum. I can't even remember if I can or if it's been forbidden. Suddenly, He stops cropping me.

He brings the crop up close to my face. "See what you did cunt? It's all fucking wet!"

I try to speak through that fricking ball gag, as clearly as I can manage.

"Master, please fuck me!" I beg, embarrassed by how garbled I sound. He smirks at me, and those eyes sweep up and down my body.

I can't control my need. My body is writhing and inundating within the confines of my bondage. I desperately need to have His cock inside of me!

He finally un gags me and tosses that cursed ball gag to my nightstand.

"Oh God, damn, I love You Master!" I can't control and I can't stop my outburst.

"I know you do katt." He smiles at me and finally takes His clothes off. I moan with aching hunger, seeing Him totally nude for the first time. I've seen that cock on camera. Before me, in real life, it's fucking beautiful!

He moves over my helpless body. I want so badly to touch Him. I want to feel that warm skin beneath my fingertips. I want Him to kneel above me and feed that hard, long cock between my lips and down to fill my throat. I want to taste, to learn, to savor the feel of His thick, swollen flesh. I want Him to flood my mouth and my throat with His cum.

He looms over my bound form and I know I won't get that chance just yet. But my mouth is free and I hope He is as hungry for kisses as I am.

He pushes His cock into me slowly, splitting the lips of my pussy and stretching my eager cunt tight and taut around His luscious, invading shaft.

I love the feeling of Master's cock forcing my tight cunt to accept His entry. I feel so filled. I purr loudly with pleasure, squirming beneath His solid body.

He moves into my wanting body so slowly, inch by aching inch. I have never been entered so slowly. Just how long can a man take to fill a woman with his cock? Fuck! Damn Him and His talent for driving me insane! I snarl and growl and kitten hiss at my One. I know I will pay later but this is pure torture! He bites my neck hard and I passionately reciprocate with eager little kitten fangs.

Suddenly He pulls back out and I have to bite my lip to refrain from squealing with belligerent, unbecoming disapproval. Then He slams His cock back into me, burying Himself balls deep into my wet, aching cunt. My body jolts and I do squeal.

He stares into my eyes and I know my kaleidoscope orbs must be mirroring His in intensity. My total concentration is focused on fucking my One back as much as I can, given the fact that I am still tied securely to my own damn bed.

I tighten my inner muscles, clenching around His hot, swollen prick with rippling wetness. I smile up at Him, all the love I feel for Him reflecting in my eyes, and whimper softly when He groans in ecstasy. He is my Master, but this wild, wanton little kitty knows very well how to please us both.

He is gasping loudly, lips drawn back over teeth gritted in sexual concentration. I know both His brain and His body are exploding with His hunger and His sexual excitement for His little wild katt. He is mine, just as much as I am His.

He responds to the way I am pulsing and tightening around His pumping shaft by surging into me so deeply that my eyes blink closed in uncontrolled lust. Oh God, I feel His long, thick flesh so deep inside my belly it makes me squeal with pure, passionate delight.

I purr at Him, a long, drawn out contented sound. Then mewl deliberately into His ear. I know He loves that. He's heard me make that sound over the phone before many times, when His words and that yummy Southern accent, and that one word, cum, have sent me off and helplessly exploding.

I have wanted Him for so long. Dreamed about Him. The first time I was in the room when He was there, during a time when I couldn't have anyone, I drew back quietly, being calm for a rare moment, watched and listened. And thought to myself, I want Him. I want Him so bad.

And now, He is mine, and He is burying his cock so deep inside of me. This is something I wanted, I ached for, thought about and dreamed of. I'd give up breathing for this incredible pleasure. And I move my hips with fluid, supple dancer's grace as much as the bonds He has put me in allow, fucking back as hard as He fucks me.

I'm panting and pumping and covered with sleek sweat. My shuddering, quivering thighs damp with arousal and exertion. I jerk, and discover that he has deliberately tied me in such a way that a strong pull frees my ankles from the ropes.

I still can't free my hands but oh I use my long legs and slide my feet up Master's calves and thighs. I will use whatever ever freedom I have to fuck this man I love.

His hands come up to pluck and pinch and play with my nipples.

He's making me crazy, as He always does. I turn my head back and forth, feeling my long dark blonde hair, twist, tangle and move with my motions.




A Brat's Fantasy Ch. 09



"Oh God please Master! I need it. I need You. Please, oh...give it to me!" My feet planted on the bed now, I punctuate each of those last words with a fierce, supple surge of my hips.

And give it to me He does. My pleading words incite Him into fucking me with hard driving, raging passion 

I love that sound of two bodies coming to meet hard, so lustily, lewdly. He is slamming into my throbbing pussy so fiercely that I gasp and whimper and yelp softly with each crashing impact. But the slight pain doesn't keep me from pumping my hips up to meet His every downward thrust, eager to help Him impale Himself ever deeper and deeper into my dripping wet cunt.

"Oh yes Master." I purr. "Fuck me hard. Use Your naughty little kitten. Love me later but just fuck me now!"

Our driving bodies glisten, becoming slick with sweat, sleek and slippery. I love this kind of fucking, wet on the inside-and the outside.

No gag, and I am, after all, a mouthy little brat. So I groan and gasp. I moan and mewl. With a mix of lust and love, I whisper to Him my desire and need and love,

Our gasps and grunts erupt from throats that are growing hoarse.

He reaches for my legs and hoists them so that my body is bent in half, my ankles up by my shoulders and His face lowers closer and closer to mine.

Oh fuck, I gasp, that feels so good! He is getting His dick so deep inside of me in this new position, and I risk a lascivious little smirk up at Him. He growls at me warningly, and little brat button pusher I always gotta be, I giggle, then mewl throatily, deliberately into His ear. And flick my supple little katt's tongue over the curve of that ear.

He snarls and pounds into me, trying to force Himself through my vaginal tunnel and ram the fat, sensitive head of his prick through my cervix. My panting, sweating Master rides me hard, I purr at Him again, knowing the only thing on His mind is the desire to spray my pussy full of His cum.

Gods I am loving this. And it makes me wild knowing how much He is enjoying me, just as I love and enjoy Him. He is giving me what I have wanted for so long. He gives me what I need. And he takes what He needs in return.

The sheer joy and pleasure of that thought has me instantly, with no warning, suddenly cumming, and cumming hard. I can't help it, and I can't stop. I hope He won't punish me for not waiting to be told to.

He is fucking me even harder and faster now, His pumping cock forcing itself between my rippling, pulsing, convulsing pussy walls.

He groans, and jerks against my body. I feel the head of His cock swell even larger and know He's about to explode and fill me with His hot cum. And then He is erupting and He cums into me so explosively it stings my tender, hard fucked flesh.

He lets His weight rest on me fully and I love the feel of His solid body covering me. I close my eyes and tighten around His still jerking flesh, milking him gently, feeling how deeply He filled me with His fluids. He kisses me tenderly, and nips at my lower lip.

He looks deep into my eyes and I know He can see the love and the desire I hold for Him. I would never try to hide that from Him.

He kisses me with enough passion that I come again a bit around His softening cock. His emerald eyes stare with that amazing intensity into my own green-gold ones.

He has told me, online and over the phone, that He loves me. But He hasn't said it here yet. I want to hear those words face to face.

"I love you Master." I whisper. "You own me, heart and soul, body and mind."

"I know." He simply looks at me. "I expect no less katt."

He smiles and lowers His head to lay on me. I close my eyes on my sadness.

When He unties my hands I wrap my arms around Him to hold Him close. I love the weight of Him covering me. I can live without the words.

Feeling safe here in His embrace. It's good. I love it. I close my eyes sleepily. He's here in my arms.

And then I hear soft words whispering in my ear. "I love you to." I smile and turn my head but Master's snore tells me that the sixteen hour drive and the two sessions of pleasure/pain have tapped His energy.

But He gave me the words, and I fall asleep as well, filled with a quiet joy, eager for whatever Master's pleasure might be when next He awakes.