3 comments/ 11032 views/ 1 favorites Bad Kitty Ch. 02 By: ScarletFrost Chapter 2 Kyo woke the next morning with aching butt cheeks and the collar still around his neck, tinkling daintily with every movement. Remembering the previous night, he was determined to be good. He found his old clothes, freshly cleaned and pressed at the foot of his new bed. Forgoing breakfast, he started sweeping the long halls of Frost Manor. He visually inspected under every piece of furniture to make sure no dust bunnies lingered. Triumphantly, he found a single earring that had fallen behind one dresser, and he pocketed it to show the lady of the manor later. The rest of the house was already quite clean, so he went out to the garage. It was cold and he could see the clouds piling up outside into a killer storm. Shuddering despite the heat of the garage, he looked for something to do, something to show he was good. He found some old rags and a bottle of turtle wax and got to work polishing her Coupe de Ville. Scarlet came out to the garage and watched him as he leaned over the hood of the car to give every last inch of her car a brilliant shine. His bobcat tail wiggled happily at the top of his jeans. She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, but pinning him on the hard hood. He froze as soon as he felt her cool arms, his heart pounding frantically. Had she seen him being good? Would she be pleased? "You know, I have staff for this sort of thing," she murmured in his ear. "Yes, Ma'am," he replied, his voice cracking slightly. "So what do you think you are doing?" Her hands started to wander, rubbing his belly and then snaking up under his shirt. She rubbed his fur the wrong way, but it sent tingles of anticipation up his spine. "Being a good kitty," he replied, closing his eyes so he could focus more on her touch. "That's nice," she said, her hands moving down to stroke his hips. "That's..." she paused when she found a small lump in his pocket. Her fingers fished it out and she held the earring in front of his face. "That's mine." Fear slammed into Kyo's chest. She thought he was stealing again. He could tell it in her voice. "I can explain!" he burst out. "Your sticky fingers are going to get you in a lot of trouble young man. I thought we had resolved this last night," she said, her voice cold. Her hands dropped away from him and she backed up. "No—it's not like that!" he cried. He spun around and dropped to his knees, clasping his hands in front of him. "I found it while I was cleaning. I was going to give it to you—to show you that I'm a good kitty. I wasn't stealing, I swear. Please, please don't throw me out. I'll do anything—take any punishment—just please...please...don't hate me." Scarlet looked down her nose at the little cat boy. "If you weren't stealing this, then prove it to me. Strip right here to show me that you're not concealing any other ill-gotten gains." Without a moment's hesitation, Kyo pulled off his shirt, pants, and boxers. The garage felt colder now, but he willingly bared his entire body to show what a good kitty he was. The only thing he still wore was her collar. Scarlet tilted her head to the side and smiled. She gently hooked her fingers in his collar and pulled him upright again. She led him to the tool table and sat down on one of the long polished wooden bench seats. Then she pulled Kyo by his hips so that he sat in her lap, his back to her. "You make a nice lap-kitty," she purred in his ear. She started petting his back as if he were a domesticated cat. "Thank you, precious, for proving your innocence." Kyo blushed and looked down. "I'm not really that innocent, Ma'am." "You are quire carnal," she agreed with a laugh, brushing his throbbing erection with her cool finger tips. "Wrap your arms around me and lace your fingers behind me. I don't want your hands getting in my way," she ordered gently. With his back against her chest, he did as she asked. After a moment, her hands came around to stroke his raging hard member. He gasped and then held his breath. She was oh-so-gentle, but her hand could have been carved jade instead of flesh. It was cold and hard and smooth, and it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. "You're shivering," she observed. "Your hands are cold, Ma'am," he whispered. "You hardly need to keep ma'am-ing me," she whispered back. "You sound darling and old fashioned, but it's not very personal, and I believe we have a very personal relationship." "May I...may I call you Mistress?" he squeaked, his voice hopeful. She considered for a moment while her hands continued to stroke. Then one hand snaked up to his throat and jingled the bell on his collar. Finally she replied, "You may." He almost exploded right then. For the first time in his life, he belonged. He leaned into the hand that was still on his throat and felt it tighten possessively. His hips thrust involuntarily into her other hand and it also tightened. Her arms nearly crushed him to her with bruising strength, but he didn't care. Her strong fingers stroked him firmly and found pleasure points he hadn't known existed. His breath rasped as he moaned in pleasure. "M-miss....tress?" he croaked. "I'm—I'm going to..." "Yes," she hissed in his ear. He came, hard and long, spraying semen in long white streams down the workbench. When he was finally spent, her grip loosened so that she held him tenderly once again. "Mistress...thank you..." Kyo panted. "You are very welcome, Kyo-kyo," she said, ruffling his hair affectionately. "I...I'm not worthy—" "Don't," she ordered her voice suddenly weary. "If I humiliate you, my darling Kyo-kyo—and I will, make no mistake—it will be at my whim, not as an ongoing abasement. I have lived a long, long time...well, if you can call it living. And I am confident in my superiority over nearly all beings that crawl upon the earth. I don't need you to say horrible things about yourself. What I do need from you is your absolute loyalty, undying devotion, and complete adoration. Give me your heart, precious. That is what I truly want from you." "My heart is already yours, mistress," Kyo replied, awed at her demands. "As long as you take my body as well." Scarlet smiled, her ruby eyes smoldering with lust. "Oh, do not fret, precious. I will make good use of your body." Then she pushed him up off her lap and stood, shaking out the wrinkles in her long skirt. "Now, if you insist on cleaning things, you can clean up the mess you made. Then you can report to the head maid for your uniform. After dinner, I expect you to present yourself to me for inspection. Understood?" "Yes, mistress." "Good Kitty." Bad Kitty Ch. 03 The head maid was a large, surly woman who might have been a troll for all Kyo could tell. He meekly told her that Mistress Scarlet wanted him outfitted in a proper uniform. The head made had shorted and threw him a short black dress, white lacy apron, and matching cap. "But...this is for a girl," he protested. "You want the boy's version? Here," she harrumphed and threw him a garter belt and thigh-high stockings. "Rip the stockings and it's coming out of your paycheck." "I don't have a paycheck," he mumbled. "Then I'll take it out of your hide!" she growled and pushed him out of the uniform closet. Kyo went back to his room and struggled to put on the outfit. The dress was tight, and the black skirt barely covered his ass cheeks. The apron was all frill, but he managed to tie an attractive bow in the back. The stockings proved impossible because of his short feline fur. He hoped his mistress wasn't disappointed. Then again, he also hoped she was. He still put on the garter belt for her, and the ribbons tickled his legs under the skirt. Finally, he was ready. He hoped Scarlet would like how he was dressed. He desperately wanted to be a good kitty. He left his room and went to the kitchen to see what time her dinner was. The chef gave him a silver platter with an old dusty bottle of sherry and a sparkling crystal goblet. "She's having dinner now in her chambers. When you see Emilio come out, then it's your turn," he said. He grinned at Kyo with a wicked glint in his eye. "If she ever gets tired of you, boy, just remember I'll always set out a bowl of cream for you." Then he laughed and crudely grabbed his crotch. Kyo blushed and hurried out of the kitchen. He found Scarlet's chambers by scent. Being an anthro did have its perks and one of them was his acute sense of smell. He put one large triangle ear to the door. He could hear a male voice on the other side. It moaned and grunted and hissed. There was also the sound of...slurping? He tamped down the rush of jealousy that washed through him at the erotic sounds coming from the other side of the door. Then the moans stopped. Then there were some ripping sounds. In another moment, a dark Italian man opened the door. His back was covered in bandages and his eyes were glazed, but he seemed happy. "Come in, precious," Scarlet called from inside the room. Kyo took a fortifying breath and walked into the room. Scarlet was sitting in a large arm chair, wearing nothing but a black silk robe. It was tied loosely around her waist, but the lapels plunged to her navel, leaving all but her rosy red nipples exposed. She smiled as he came up to her chair. "Oh, good. I could use a drink...well, another one at least." Kyo couldn't help but grin as he presented the platter. She took the goblet and held it expectantly. After a moment, he realized she expected him to pour, which he managed to do without dribbling. He was very proud of himself. Scarlet raised her glass slightly to him and took a sip. She smiled, sank deeper in to her chair and stared out the large window that took up nearly an entire wall. The blizzard had started. Howling winds whipped snow and sleet past so viciously that Kyo couldn't help but shiver. The glow of the lamps was hardly any comfort. "The uniform looks good on you," she commented almost absently. "No pockets for any stray earrings this time." "No, Mistress," Kyo replied proudly. "Do you mind setting that tray down, precious?" she asked, gesturing to a small table. He did as he was asked. "Now on all fours at my feet if you please." Without question he dropped on all fours and she immediately propped her feet on his rump. Her bare toes wiggled into his short fur like it was shag carpet. "You're so warm," she crooned. "And we have quite a storm tonight." "Yes, M-mistress," he replied, trying not to giggle. Her toes were amazingly dexterous for a dead woman, and they tickled! "So wiggly!" she mock-exclaimed, wiggling her toes even more. Kyo couldn't help but squirm as she found his ticklish spots along his ribs. He collapsed in a fit of giggles and she rolled him over with a toe. "It's good to see you acting like a cat," she stated grandly. "Go on, do it some more." Kyo was a little uncertain of what she wanted, but she wasn't punishing him for pulling away from her feet, albeit unintentionally. He started by stretching the way he had seen alley cats stretch in pools of afternoon sun. His skirt bunched around his waist, leaving his lower mid-section open to her roving gaze. Since the head maid had not furnished him with knickers to go with his outfit, he had just gone commando. He could see from the glint in Scarlet's ruby eyes that it had been a good decision. He relished her undivided attention and stretched more to prove it. His arms reached out and clawed at the thick plush carpet. Kyo turned to her, and watching her with equally rapt attention, started licking the back of his hand the way a cat licks their paw when washing. Scarlet licked her lips as she watched, but otherwise she was still as a statue. He rubbed his damp paw over one ear. Then he licked the other paw and washed the other ear. At a loss for what to do next, he got back up on all fours and started to rub himself against his mistress's cool smooth legs. She reached down to pat his head affectionately. "Good kitty," she cooed. "You're really taking to this roll quite well." Kyo just smiled and rubbed his face on the soft curve of her calf. "Now, you know good kitties get treats. So touch yourself, precious, for me." Kyo sat back on his heels and flipped the short skirt of his uniform up to show off his painfully hard member. He stroked it slowly, watching her. Did she know that he was consumed with lust for her? She must. She knew everything else about him. He wished his hands were cold and hard like hers. He wondered what other parts of her body would feel like. Just the thought of being allowed to touch her sexually made his heart pound and his cock throb. "Hmm...no, not quite right," Scarlet mused. She pulled a small throw pillow from behind her and tossed it to him. "Rub yourself on that, pet." Kyo caught the pillow and laid it in front of him. Hump a pillow? Well, if that's what she wanted, then he would be a good kitty and do it. He straddled the pillow and thrust his hips against it. The cool silk felt amazing, and knowing that it had come directly from his mistress's seat also increased his arousal. "It's still not right," Scarlet muttered. She stood up and dumped the contents of her glass on Kyo, covering his dress and frilly white apron in dark burgundy stains. "Take it all off. Shove it down the laundry chute. Then come back to the pillow." Kyo was a little afraid of what the head maid would do to him when she saw the stains, but Scarlet was supreme authority in this manor. He stripped, ran to the chute, and ran back. Again he straddled the pillow and started thrusting faster. He didn't want his mistress to be disappointed with his performance. "I know what's wrong," She suddenly exclaimed, realization in her voice. "You're moving too much. Here, kitty-kitty. I've got just the thing for you." Kyo paused and then got up to follow. Scarlet went to the wall of her chamber and opened up one of the wood panels. She pulled out a set of leather cuffs with D-rings sewn on 2 sides. He held out his wrists without being asked. His heart was in his throat at the thought of what might happen next. She quickly buckled a cuff on each wrist. Then she hooked one D-ring on her finger and led him over to the curtains that framed her large window. She tied one of the thick satin cords to the D-ring. Then she led him to the center of the window, where she left to retrieve the other satin cord. She promptly tied his other cuff to that. Then she went back to her secret compartment. This time, she pulled out a strange device. It looked like a set of rubber rings for his cock and balls, but it had small black nubs in several places, each the size of his thumb. She fitted the rings over his genitals, her cold hands deceptively gentle. One nub was between his balls, one on his taint, one at the base of his cock, and another right behind the tip. Then she pushed a button and they all started to vibrate. Kyo gasped and then forgot to breathe. "Down," she ordered, gently pushing his shoulder. He obliged and fell to his knees. The curtain cords pulled his arms out straight, but didn't affect his circulation. "Now, soles of your feet together, knees open as far as you can," she ordered. With one finger, she raised his chin so that he was looking up at her. At the sight of her satisfied smile, he finally remembered to breathe again. "Keep your chin up, precious." Then she went back to her seat and lounged. After a moment, she poured herself another drink. For the next hour, she alternated between watching Kyo suffer and watching the howling storm behind him. When she had finished the last goblet of wine, she stood and approached Kyo again. By this time, he was panting heavily and his eyes were glazed with primal need. Her hands cupped his face and she smiled at him. He smiled back, knowing he was a good kitty. Her hands reached down and brushed the button on the device again. Now it vibrated harder, faster...and it pulsed. Kyo mewed in distress as his blood pressure rocketed and his balls strained against their confines in the rubber rings. He could feel the end approaching and looked up at his mistress with pleading eyes. "Go on," she cooed, tweaking his nose. He reached out with his raspy tongue to lick her fingertip, and she allowed him to suck the finger into his mouth all the way to the third knuckle. Then he froze, shuddered, and exploded. His body convulsed, straining against the curtain cords. Carefully, he made sure his jaw stayed slack. He didn't want to bite his mistress on accident. Mercifully, she reached down to turn off the vibration. Then she unbuckled his cuffs, letting his arms fall to his side. Being held out so long had made them go a little numb, and they tingled as normal blood flow surged back into them. "Thank you, precious. You can go now," she said with a wave of her hand. "But...but mistress...my clothes...I'm naked," he managed to grunt. "Yes, you are. Ask me if I care," she dared him, her voice hard and cold. Kyo didn't dare. He pushed himself to his feet and stumbled out of her chambers. Fortunately, it was late and no one else was in the halls. He managed to make it back to his room without being seen. He collapsed on his bed, lost in thought. He was worried because Scarlet had not done one thing to please herself besides watching him. Maybe she just liked watching, but Kyo hoped his displays inspired more than just voyeurism. Maybe he needed to work harder to put on a show. Maybe next time, he'd be a little bad. Just a little. ********** Just a quick shout out to all my supporters. I really appreciate your comments and I'm very glad you enjoy my work. I hope you liked this chapter. I've got more on the way. See you later! Bad Kitty Ch. 04 Kyo missed Scarlet. He knew that vampires were very mysterious creatures, but no matter how thoroughly he searched high and low, he couldn't find her. After the first day of searching, he was sad. Had he disappointed her? Was she mad at him? She did toss him out rather rudely. After the second day, thinking about her so much was starting to have bad effects. He found himself rubbing against the cool marble columns because they reminded him of her arms. By the third day, he couldn't bear it any longer. The thought of her long white limbs wrapped around him, the brush of her silvery hair, and the glint of those ruby-red eyes frustrated his loins to no end. He had to put paw to cock and relieve the pressure built up. He snuck into the garage and leaned against the same car against which she had pinned him. His hand slid down his pants as he massaged his own aching member. Maybe she would show up and punish him for being so naughty. The thought spurred him on, and in no time at all, he emptied his load into his own pants. He panted for a moment, but when no reprimand came, disappointment flooded him and he almost cried on the spot. He pulled his hand out of his pants and wiped it on a rag. Then he went to the one place he could get a little comfort: the kitchen. When he arrived, the kitchen staff were nowhere to be found, so he found a bowl and poured himself some cream. Then he plunked down on a bench and lapped absently at the cream. He remembered the Lady Scarlet watching him. He pretended she was watching now as his tongue dipped into the cream. He remembered licking her finger, and hoped someday for the privilege of licking her feet. Or her legs. What he wouldn't give to curl his rough tongue into the hollow behind her knee. Dare he dream about going higher up? After a few minutes, he looked up to see the chef, watching him with an evil smirk. "Lonely, boy?" he asked. "Chef Louis has got something for you." Kyo shook his head, suddenly wary. Louis grabbed his wrist and pulled him close. "Come on, boy. You know you want something real—not the empty promises Mistress Scarlet will use to string you along. You know she's been promising me things for ten years and I don't have anything to show for it." His other hand grabbed Kyo's ass. The poor cat-boy squirmed, which made Louise laugh harder. "Please, let me go," Kyo begged. "Nah, you like that, don't you, bitch?" he demanded. He spun Kyo around and pushed him into the table. Kyo was effectively pinned. He tried to reach back to scratch his attacker, but Louis grabbed both wrists in one meaty hand and held them tightly behind Kyo's shoulder blades. Louis's hips ground into Kyo's pert buttocks. Kyo shuddered and whimpered. He hated men like this. Just because he craved anal didn't mean he wanted any old dick up there. But his feeble attempts to fight back didn't even faze Louise. "No, please. Please no," Kyo started crying. "Oh, poor bitch boy," Louis snickered as he fumbled with the boy's pants. He shoved the waistband of Kyo's jeans nearly to his knees and then opened his own fly. "You want it that bad, don't you? Don't worry, Uncle Louis has got something special for you." A soft sigh behind Louis made both males freeze. "Oh, mon cher Louis," Scarlet breathed in a thick French accent. "Vous me décevoir." "N-n-no, mistress, please," Louis turned around and dropped to his knees, hands clasped in front of him. "I was caught up—blinded by lust—I wouldn't have hurt him." "How could you possibly think what you were doing wouldn't hurt him when he's already crying beneath you?" she asked, her voice gentle and cold like winter frost. "I-I-I...thought he liked it rough..." the man offered, but even he could hear the lack of conviction in his words. "You sought to take what was mine," she accused. "Even if I had not touched either of you for another ten years, you knew he was mine. You wanted to steal from me." "No!" Louis cried. He grabbed Scarlet's skirt and pressed the hem to his face. "No, I would never steal from you. He's safe—unharmed—still yours!" "I never said you succeeded in your theft. But the mere fact that the desire entered your heart...oh Louis. Now I have to punish you," she sighed again. "Go to the room." "Please, mistress, please no!" he wailed. She jerked her skirt from his grasp and stepped over his sobbing body. "Kyo, precious. Come with me." She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen and to her chambers. Once the door closed, she pulled him into a crushing hug. "My poor kitten, so mishandled by that evil man. Are you alright?" "I am now, mistress, " Kyo purred, snuggling into his mistress's cool embrace. "I missed you." "I didn't think his poor self-control would drive him to such vile action," she confessed as she stroked his back. "Never again, Kyo-kyo. You are just too delicious to leave on your own. From now on, you stay in my chambers at all times. You may even use the consort suite, if you like." "Oh, yes please, mistress!" Kyo cried, overjoyed. "Does this mean you'll use me more?" "Whatever do you mean, precious?" she asked, pulling away from their hug to look him in the eye. "Um..." he blushed as he reconsidered what he was asking for. "Well, I just...I want to be a good kitty for you...and I want you to enjoy me as much as possible." "Yes, and?" she prompted. "And...and I'm so glad you saved me from the chef tonight...but I don't want you to think that I don't want...certain things," he mumbled. "I just want to be a good kitty." "Then be good kitty and wait for me here. I have to deal with Louis before we can do anything else this night," she insisted. Kyo reluctantly left her arms and curled up at the foot of her bed to wait. She patted his head and left her chambers. Scarlet descended deep into her dungeons and found Louis naked and whimpering in an iron cage. This was his room when he was bad. "Good. I'm glad you didn't compound your punishment by trying to run," she said as she went to a cabinet against the far wall. From inside, she selected a long, thick whip. She cracked it experimentally. "This will do. Now, Louis. Mon cher. You know how dear you are to me. Why would you make me do this to you?" "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, mistress," he moaned. Scarlet cracked the whip at the cage and he flinched. "That wasn't an answer. Why, Louis?" "Please...don't make me..." She cracked the whip again, this time lashing the bars of the cage. "I won't ask again." "I...I needed it, mistress," he confessed. "I needed release, and the boy...he was so sexy...so pathetic. He was a bad one, anyway—a thief and a street rat! He's probably taken a hundred dicks up that little ass. One more wouldn't hurt." She lashed out and the whip struck near his fingers and face. He flinched and curled up into a sobbing ball. "Thank you, Louis, for confessing your lust for a young man half your age and already spoken for. Now, what does that make you?" Scarlet asked as she coiled the whip around her arm. "Horny," he whispered. "No, Louis. Try again, mon petit. What are you?" she demanded, her voice low and cold. "A...a...bad man," he whimpered. "And?" "And...I deserve whatever you do to me," he surrendered. Scarlet walked to the cage and opened the door. Louis timidly stuck his head out—hoping his punishment might be over. She grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to a low stockade. It was too high for him to kneel but too low for him to stand easily. She locked him in and his ass stuck out awkwardly. "You will repeat what you are one hundred times," she whispered in his ear. Louis nodded even as he started sobbing again. "You hurt my kitty," Scarlet accused. "It is going to take a lot for me to forgive that, mon cher. And I think I'm going to have to hurt you the way you would have hurt my Kyo-kyo. You understand, don't you?" He nodded again, resigned to his fate. Scarlet went to the iron-bound chest and first found a set of rubber rings. She firmly but gently bound Louis's cock and balls. "There. Wouldn't want you getting relief before your punishment was done," she said, satisfied. "Now, what do you say?" "I'm a bad man and I deserve this," he moaned. Scarlet went back to the chest and picked out a black inflatable plug. The girth of the plug in its resting state wasn't threatening, but it had a great deal of potential. She brought it around to his face to inspect. "Since I don't have the biological equipment to do to you what you would have done to my Kyo-kyo, I'm forced to use this. Now, I have a very important question for you, mon cher. Would you have used lube? Or did you intend to abuse my kitty's ass dry?" "Lube!" he cried desperately. "I swear I would never take the boy dry!" "I'm fresh out. So you'll have to do something about that, won't you?" she asked, tracing his lower lip with the tip of the plug. He obediently opened his mouth and she passed it back and forth in front of his lips so he could lick the whole length. She withdrew the toy and returned to his rear. It rested for a heart-pounding minute on the entrance to his anus, and then she pushed it slowly into him. The black silicone pierced him and settled deep inside him. She took up the hand pump and squeezed it twice. Louis gasped. "I don't hear anything," she said. "I'm a bad man and I deserve his," he said with heavy sigh. She brought down her hand on his bare butt cheek. The slap echoed against the cold dungeon walls. "That didn't sound sincere." "I'm a bad man!" he cried out. "And I deserve this!" "That's better." She gave the hand pump several more squeezes. "Keep going. You have to say it 97 more times." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kyo paced back and forth in Scarlet's chambers. He wasn't exactly worried about Mistress Scarlet. Louis was obviously in terror of her vengeance. Still, Kyo wanted to curl up in his mistress's lap and know that he was safe and that they could be together. Finally he heard footsteps at the door. Scarlet walked in, leading a very contrite chef by a leash. His ass was bright cherry red and his hole was stretched by a bloated plug. "Kyo-kyo, precious, I wanted Louis to apologize to you personally," she said. "Come, mon cher. Say it one last time." "I'm a bad man," Louis mumbled. "I deserved everything Mistress Scarlet did to me." "And?" "And I'm sorry...master...Kyo..." he grated. Kyo looked up at Scarlet in confusion. "What...what does he mean?" "I have punished him for his crimes against me," she explained. "Now you can have your turn, if you like." "What should I do?" he asked. "Anything you like, precious. Pretend his balls are made of yarn. Use his back as a scratching post. Mount him any way you like. He is willing, aren't you, mon cher?" "Yes." Kyo looked down at the broken man. Scarlet had clearly shown him the error of his ways. Kyo was sure he never had to fear the chef's libido ever again. "That's ok," he said. "I don't need to do anything to him." "You are so forgiving, precious," Scarlet purred. "But could I make a request on your behalf?" "Anything, mistress," Kyo replied. Scarlet grinned. She came around behind Kyo and tugged his pants from his hips. She gestured for Louis to come closer with one finger. While one arm wrapped around Kyo's waist, the other hand stroked around his hardening member. "Louis owes you a little pleasure, at least, just for scaring you so badly," Scarlet insisted. "And I want to see your face as he sucks your adorable cock." Louis obediently opened his mouth and Scarlet guided Kyo's member between the older man's lips. Kyo moaned as he was enveloped in the most wonderful wet heat. Louis sucked the head to the back of his throat and started a steady rhythm. Kyo couldn't speak. No one had ever given him oral service before. The new sensations were overwhelming. "That's it, my pretty kitty. Enjoy." Scarlet kissed Kyo's cheek. "Explode in his mouth whenever you feel like it. He will drink it all. Won't you, mon cher?" Louis nodded, bobbing faster on Kyo's member. "Ah...Ah...Mistress, I—I—" Kyo's hips bucked and he arched into Scarlet. He was helpless between Louis's mouth and Scarlet's iron hold. He exploded and sagged against his mistress. Louis obediently lapped up every last drop of semen before finally pulling away from Kyo's limp member. "There we go," Scarlet crooned. "Everything is better now, don't you agree Kyo-kyo?" "Wonderful...mistress," he murmured as he nuzzled his mistress's shoulder. "You may return to your duties, Louis," she said. Louis nodded and crawled out of the room, relieved and miserable that the same time. The door closed behind him. Scarlet scooped up Kyo and carried him to her bed. She sat and set him on her lap so she could stroke his short, downy fur. Her fingernails trailed down his spine and scratched the spot above his tail. He arched his back and pressed into her scratching fingers, groaning in ecstasy. "Poor kitty," Scarlet sighed. "I've forgotten how high-maintenance a young pet can be." "Mistress?" he mewed, suddenly worried. "You see, precious, I'm not quite as alive as you, so I don't have the...biological cascade of hormones that living things enjoy. My blood also doesn't surge like yours, so full of life and youth," she murmured, her other hand tracing the contours of his throat. "It can take decades for me to...get horny, to use the crude vernacular. And I must feed exclusively on the aroused and inflamed. Don't get me wrong, precious, I enjoy watching you writhe in your own frenzy. However, I will not be able to participate the way a...living partner...would." Kyo wrapped his arms around his mistress's waist and he nuzzled her firm, flat stomach. "I understand, and I don't care. I just want to be your good kitty. You make me feel safe and wanted. I get bored waiting for you, sometimes, but I'll always wait." "I'm sure I can make the waiting bearable," she replied, a creative sparkle in her ruby-red eyes. "I have many toys I can leave for you to play with. And I would love to watch you play." "Like with Louis?" he asked. "Yes, and more," she crooned, scratching behind an ear. Kyo purred and snuggled into her. "Now, there is the matter of your behavior in the garage."