1 comments/ 16042 views/ 4 favorites Kitten Tales Ch. 01 By: KittenXIII The flight was a long one and the drive over to your house felt even longer. Today was moving day; I was a nervous wreck. Not knowing what to expect, I put myself in your hands, knowing that you would make sure I learned how things were to run within the house soon enough. All throughout the drive, your hand casually rested on my thigh. It was a sign of ownership, I assumed, but whatever the intent behind the gesture I was not complaining. Pulling into the driveway my eyes fell on what was now my home and another round of nerves went through me. A small squeeze to my thigh gave me some comfort, but not enough. My thoughts raced. Would I be able to do this? Was this the right thing to do; was it the best decision? It was time to take my submission to a new level by becoming your official "live-in" sub. We had been talking about for a few months, but it was time to get things in motion. We quickly got out of the car and made our way up the front walk way. Once inside, my bags were put down. You turned around to pull me tightly against your own frame. Strong hands on my lower back urged me forward, closing that gap that kept us apart. My chest heaved with nervous breath as it pressed into yours. "Welcome home, kitten," you whispered into my ear and I could feel goose bumps plague my skin. I was in the middle of replying before I was cut off by your lips on mine. We shared a deep kiss, a passionate one. It was the first embrace on my first official day home. Our lips moved together as if they had never had to live without one another. Your hands slipped under the hem of my blouse. It didn't take much time for you to rip that off my body. I expected nothing less from my Dominant. I parted our lips for a second and took a step back. Wanting you to get a full view of what was yours I reached behind to unclasp my bra. Before I let it drop to the floor, I turned around. The tease in me would never die. Letting both shoulder straps slip off, I held the cups up with one hand. My back was the only exposed skin for you. After a moment, I dropped the fabric to the floor and my breasts bounced free, still out view for you. Again, as expected, you wouldn't have that. "Kitten, those are mine now," you stated, taking a step towards me and once again closing the gap. Looking over my shoulder, I grinned. You knew how I was; you knew I was only prolonging your view, not denying you the touch. Those strong hands that I adored so much slithered around my back, my stomach, and up to my chest. Swatting my hands away, you cupped my fleshy mounds and gave a rough squeeze. Your thumbs quickly found my little nubs and pinched them, pulled them until a moan emitted from my now parted lips. I let my head fall back against your shoulder, leaning on you for some support. A hand slipped down across my bare stomach and forced its way into my jeans. You could feel the warmth radiating from my cunt. A small groan of approval left your throat, vibrating my ear some. Your thick fingers stroked around my hairless mound, coaxing my little clit out of hiding. The pressure of your hand on my breasts and the hand on my most private part was enough to drive me crazy. Just as quickly, your hands were gone. A small whimper filled the foyer and I looked over my shoulder again. You were retreating, stepping away from me. Turning around I pouted. My breasts were in view now; I could see your eyes linger for more than a few seconds. "Sir?" I asked, not sure what I was supposed to do. "Let's go find your room," you suggested. I pouted again, wanting more attention to my dripping thighs. Your eyebrow raised and my pout turned into a small smile. I knew better. Following your lead, I was taken to my new room which was adjacent to yours. Looking around the room I noticed how perfect it would be for me. There was a bed, big enough for me to roll around in; exactly how I liked things. I had a desk for school work, and a dresser for all my clothes. I absently noted that there was a closet as well, stocked with various different outfits. The room was simple, but beautiful looking. I was informed that I wouldn't always be staying in my own room, but at least I had a place of my own to recollect and relax. A smile crossed my lips as I turned to give you a small hug. "Thank you, Sir," my arms wrapped around your neck as I gushed my appreciation and admiration of the new room. The first thing I did not expect happened then. Your hands pushed my shoulders backwards and I tumbled onto the bed with a loud gasp. Looking up, my eyes were wide, searching your face for any type of clue. Had I done something wrong already? Was this an act of disapproval? I didn't have to wait long for my answers. Following through with your little shove, you stepped right up to the bed. "Kneel." One strong word from you and an instant reaction from me. I quickly got to my knees, spreading them apart as I kneeled on the bed. My eyes continued to search your face for any sign of a next move. Nothing. "I require my little sex kitten to tend to all my needs.. This household is now yours to keep running. I expect you to wake me up in the mornings for work. We will cook together, we will go to the grocery store together. I will do my own laundry, but you will keep this place clean. I don't like dirty things." You paused for a moment to catch a small breath. I secretly panicked, not sure if I would remember this all. "Unless it's my personal toy, that is." You smirked at this last added statement and reached a hand out to stroke my cheek. I wasn't surprised when you frowned and told me to relax. You knew me so well; you knew what I was thinking before I did. "We will learn these things together, kitten. I have no doubt you will make me proud; you always do." As you spoke these comforting words, your hand slipped down to my neck. Wrapping your fingers around it, you started to stroke the collar I wore. It had been months ago that you sent me that collar. Nothing special looking; most people would think it was just some type of cloth choker. The meaning behind it, however, was something I adored more than anything. It was a symbol of your affection for me, of your promise. As long as I promised to hand over the control of my mind, body and soul, you promised to take care of me. To help me learn and grow, to better myself as a submissive and to better myself as a person. You promised to love me, and being the strong dominant hand that I needed. Thus far, I have never been let down; and so the collar remained. I was thrown out of my brief thought with more words. "This will have to go." Your fingers promptly ripped it off with a little yelp from me. Turning around, you opened one of the drawers on my vanity. Pulling out two boxes, you turned back to face me and held them out. "This one," you started, producing the red box, "is your collar for play time and for punishments." Opening the box, you tipped it for me to see. The first thing that caught my eye was the shiny silver ring hanging from the middle of the collar. The sleek leather wrapped around it like a serpent slithering around its prey. It was thin, but bold; it would look beautiful around my neck. There were other smaller rings around it and I assumed that would be for tying me up. No complaints. I jumped a bit as you snapped the box shut. "This will be worn at all other times. In public, around the home, where ever. When ever." Your voice decreased in a few decibels and your tone sharpened. This is one rule I knew I would never disobey for the implied consequences were not ones I wanted. The second box was opened and I purred to myself. It was exquisite. There was a very simple chain that looked like it was comprised of small cut diamonds. In the middle was a tear drop crystal that would shine in the light each and every way you turned the box. The crystal was surrounded by other type of gems to form one of the prettiest designs I have ever seen. It just about took my breath away. Looking up, I smiled and nodded, "Yes, Sir. Thank you so much." It was your turn to smile before leaning down and giving me another deep, passionate kiss. When our lips parted, I had a brand new and beautiful collar around my neck. I was two seconds from hopping up and taking a look in the mirror, but I figured that would grant me a little spanking. So, in my kneel I stayed. Of course you caught my inner correction and gave a nod of approval. I was excited now. The nervous energy was gone and instead was the willingness to further my level of submission to you. It was truly... a beautiful thing. Kitten Tales Ch. 02 I was startled awake at the loud obnoxious tone of my alarm. With a groan, I shut it off and sat up in bed. Being awake at eight the morning always made me a bit grumpy, but if I was going to wake You up, it was necessary. After a moment I crawled out of bed and headed into the hallway. Standing still, I could hear the deep breathing coming from your room indicating that you were still asleep. My thoughts wandered off as I strolled into the bathroom for my morning routines. It had been about two months since the day I moved in. Things were going nicely. I learned the tasks I was to preform in my daily routine and our lives folded together as if they were meant for each other. I couldn't help by reminisce as I walked back into my room to get dressed for the morning. It was a difficult process. I had so many nice things, but could only choose one outfit that I hoped you would like. Taking a fair amount of time, I finally picked out a nice set. Slipping on a pair of boy shorts that hugged my pert little ass nicely, I made sure that the black fabric fit just right. Now, the matching bra. It pushed my breasts up in a nice display, providing a perfect amount of cleavage. Looking myself over in the mirror again, I noted how I looked. The set was simple, ideal for a morning outfit. I checked the clock; nine in the morning, perfect timing. Trotting downstairs I prepared a pot of coffee knowing that you would need some later. Letting it brew, I made my way back upstairs and finally pressed through the door to your room. Fortunately for me, you were still sleeping. Without much hesitation, I bounced over to the foot of your bed and poked my head under your sheets. Looking up, I could already see the bulge in your boxers. Morning wood, perfect. As quiet as I could be, I slithered my way up until I came eye to crotch with my favorite toy. I snaked my fingernails up your leg and lightly pulled the elastic down to cup around your low hanging balls, making sure it would be out of the way. My eyes bugged out a bit as I watched your massive member spring out and almost hit me in the cheek. Pausing for a moment, I made sure that you were still sleeping. If you woke up now all my plans would be ruined. Another moment passed while I admired the cock before me. I rubbed my thighs together slightly, feeling my' sweet spot' warming up. Parting my plump lips, my tongue slipped out and ran along the tip of your member. I could hear you sigh in your sleep and I briefly wondered if your dreams took a different direction now. A few licks later, I lowered my head more and slowly wrapped my lips around the now wet tip. It was all I could do to try not to moan too loud. Having your cock in my mouth was something I looked forward to in the mornings. Still moving in a slower fashion, my head continued to lower on your throbbing shaft. Each inch that entered my mouth caused me to apply more pressure, creating as much suction as I possibly could for now. A little groan escaped your lips but I knew you weren't awake; not yet anyways. Moving one hand to your balls, I kneaded them softly, wanting to get a fell spectrum of pleasure going on. Pushing myself down, I attempted to get you in my throat, which bended enough to fit you. Pulling my head back up, I flipped my hair to the other side, watching as the tips of my dark locks caressed your exposed stomach. Lowering my head once again, I moaned to myself hoping that the vibrations would only provide more pleasure. Again, my thoughts drifted in curious nature wondering what you were dreaming about now. My lips, so soft and smooth, wrapped tighter, bobbing my head up and down your cock in a quicker pace than I started off with. One hand at your balls, the free one traveled down to my slit. I slipped it between the fabric of my panties and my now dripping mound and began to move my button in small circles. That only made me moan again into the shaft I gagged on. This went on for a little while longer before I felt your hips buck up into my throat slightly. Grinning to myself, I knew you were awake now. I could only hope that it was my little alarm system that jolted you out of your dreams. Knowing you would play it off as if you were still sleeping, I sped up. My lips, tighter than ever, slurped as I pulled myself up and quickly pushed back down. Inside my lips, my tongue snaked around the shaft, pulling at it, lapping at it like a lollipop. I was a cock hungry whore and the only thing to satisfy that was you 'fucking' my face. Another thrust up pushed you even deeper down my throat. My hand move faster on my own clit as I beat my cunt; my ass pushed up in the air the way you always liked it. Even if you couldn't see me, I knew it only aided in your pleasure. The pace was quickened. My lips pulled up on your throbbing member than down again. On my way back up I scraped my teeth along the meaty flesh in my mouth as gentle as I could. I adored doing that to you knowing that it only provided another feeling for you to get off on. I felt your cock twitch in my mouth again, telling me you were close. Removing my hand from between my legs, I wrapped my fingers around the base of your shaft. Rolling my knuckles on your flesh, I started to wildly pump your cock for your cum. I could hear you grunt above the covers now as that hand gave a little squeeze and the other continually kneaded your sac in different directions lightly forcing your seed out. The tip of my tongue balanced on the tip of your cock, waiting for my morning sap. One spurt after another shot into my opened mouth; you were cumming for me. A hot rope splashed onto my cheek and dripped down to my lips. Quickly, I wrapped my lips around the tip again to get the rest. I was not interested in cleaning up any mess. Letting spurt after spurt shoot down my throat, I swallowed everything. Even one drop escaping would not be an option. My hand rolled up your shaft, squeezing out all of your sticky seed like a tube of toothpaste. Lips still wrapped tightly I sucked in, milking you for all you were worth. Like always, I couldn't get enough. Moaning, I pulled my head off your cock and lapped up whatever dripped on my lips. Before I let go of your cock, I spooned the cum off my cheek and ate that too. You just tasted that good. Hearing your panting, I gave you a small moment to recover your breath before tucking your cock away again. I made sure that all cum was wiped off my cheek before wiggling up and poking my head out of the sheets. Pressing myself rather close to you, I pushed a leg in between yours. My chest was directly above yours, lying on top of you. Smiling, I greeted the man I just woke up. "Good morning, Sir." Kitten Tales Ch. 03 I remembered the morning's events quite accurately. You stormed into my room, waking me up at an early hour. I was still groggy and incoherent as you handed me a package. Per your request, I dressed in the contents of the package. Looking myself over in the mirror, I was a sight to behold. The dark red lace with the black lining of the very erotic lingerie set complimented my skin tone nicely. The cups of the bra formed to my oversized breasts in a way that would have made any man drool; and the high cut bottoms did their job accenting on my curved hips. Little matching bows put the finishing touches on the set, but of course, I had a few of my own things to add. After skipping over to the closet, I pulled out a pair of thigh high fishnets that I knew you would love. The next thing to be pulled out was a pair of beautiful, calf high, leather boots, complete with full frontal laces and a zipper in the back. Another few moments or so and I was ready. Again, I gave myself another once over in the mirror, ensuring that I was nothing less of perfection before presenting myself to you. Quickly then, I trotted down the stairs to meet you in the office. Much like most family homes, the study was turned into a place for business. Unlike the others, though, our study was created into a Doctor's Office to satisfy that part of your sexual fetishes. It was not the first time I would be summoned to this room but that did not mean I could predict what would be asked of me that day. In the doorway, I fell to my knees, letting them hit the cold tiled floor. Spreading them apart and keeping my hands on my thighs, I tucked my head a bit, but let my eyes wander. They were looking for you. It only took a split second, but my eyes fell upon your masculine figure and a small smile crept across my full lips. "Good morning, Sir," I whispered softly, but still held a vote of confidence in my radiating voice. You would only have replied with a nod, before walking over to me. As if inspecting me, you circled my kneeling form. Despite my worries of disproval, I kneeled perfectly still, giving you a statue for your eyes to roam over. After a moment or so, I felt your hand run over my hair, giving me a little pet. "Lovely, kitten," you exclaimed to me in a soft speech. "Hop up," was all you had to say before I stood up in one graceful move and laid myself on the examiner's table. I spread my legs out and apart, then my hands. It was then that you pulled out the new leather cuffs and took the time to restrain me securely. I tried my hardest not to let myself move too much, but I was a wiggler. That was no problem, though. You knew exactly the right moves to make sure I stayed still long enough for you to get the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. When that was finished, you looked down at me with a small lustful hint to your eyes. "Good girl. Now, I'll see you after work," and with that, you turned on a heel and stalked out. I was confused, dumbfounded even. I had forgotten it was a work day for you and was under the impression I would be played with right then and there. The soft pitter patter of light rain fall on the roof was the only sound that reached my ears in the silent room. After the first hour or so, my perception of time had been distorted. How long had I been tied to that table top? Every so often I would pull at the restraints; my wrists and ankles buried deep into the leather padding of the cuffs that held them to the cold examiner's table I was strapped too. Eventually, I got bored with myself and at some point, I fell asleep with the lulling pattern of the rain. Not long after, I was stirred awake by the front door opening and closing. It was you, I was sure of it; the familiar sound of your footsteps confirmed that. I strained my neck to glance towards the office doors, waiting for you to appear through them. As if on cue, the doors opened and there you stood, slightly damp from the outside precipitation. I could already feel the area between my supple thighs heat up in anticipation. Like a good girl, I opened my mouth to speak. "Welcome home, Sir. I hope your day at work went well," my voice was a bit timid, being strapped to a table all day, but I forced it to sound strong and smooth. As I spoke, you moved over to my side. Your eyes were still on my restrained form and I could notice the swelling desire conveyed in your look. "It was decent, 'spanx' kitten," a little smirk crossed your lips at that moment and I knew I was in for either a delicious treat, or a painful night, but probably a little bit of both. Without much warning, your hand slipped down to my body as you ran your finger tips across my warmed skin. I had been craving your touch all morning and just this little attention made my nerves jump to attention. Little shivers followed each touch, telling me that only more were to follow. Staying silent, I wriggled against the table. I was always surprised that the smallest of touches provoked such a reaction from me. Looking up to you with wide, lust-filled eyes, I waited. If I did my calculations right, today was not a day for soft little touches and romantic endeavors. No, I was ready for the rawest of moments, for no warnings, no mercy. As if you could read my mind, your hand traveled to the bra I wore. You had your time to admire it that morning and wasted none now in ripping it off my body; it was easy with the weak material and your strong hands. As usual, this deserved a squeak of sorts from my broad range of sound effects, but that was no complaint for me. One of my favorite things to do was watch your expression as my very ample breasts bounced free from confinement. Today, was no disappointment. Your eyes seem to narrow some, taking the light bounce of my mounds. The lust and the desire intensified and I didn't have to wait long before you attacked them. Leaning over, your warm lips wrapped around my hardening nipple and sucked in. I could feel your teeth emerge, taking matters into your own hands. Without much thought or hesitation, I arched my back against the table and presented my breasts more. Little moans escape my full lips as you stimulated one of my most sensitive nerve bundles. Your hand traveled over to my free breast and fondled the little bud there. My wrists pulled against the cuffs in attempts to raise my hands and hold your head to my chest. I was there for your pleasure, for you to do as you wished too, and that meant not much moving on my part. For now at least. I shivered again, feeling your other hand start to travel down my stomach. You had lifted your head up only for one of the deep kisses we usually shared. I moved my lips with yours as if on command, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Soon, I felt your tongue push past your lips and onto my own to which I obediently moved my tongue out to meet yours, letting them passionately dance together in our lips' embrace. Through these interactions, my slit has become warmer than ever and soon would be dripping. Fingers clawing away at the cheap pair of panties I had on, my cunt was now exposed for you to see. My pink and swollen lower lips were dripping, begging, for your touch. Little whimpers from my parted lips only supported the desire. Though, I shouldn't have been so optimistic. I should have known that first, you would tease. Your fingertips lightly traveled small circles along the out part of my lips, tracing your way around what you would soon claim yours, once again. My sweet juices dripped, coating your fingers nicely. With a wet snatch like mine, lube was never needed. Before I could catch my breath from a rather low moan, your nail bumped my swollen button, making me yelp out with shocked pleasure. Being forced to wait on that table all day made me more sensitive to your usual little teases. Again, there was no warning as you took the button up in between your thumb and forefinger and gave it a little pinch. At the same moment, your other hand forced two fingers deep inside me. I writhed with moans that filled up the secluded office space. My eyes were closed, and the obvious pleasure was written across my features. Already I could feel my first climax start to build within me. As you continued to pinch my sweet clit, I tried my best to grind myself down onto your hands. It was a bit harder than usual seeing as I was still confined to the space my leather cuffs would allow. This went on for what seemed like hours. You drilled away at my cunt with your strong, thick fingers and continued to rub my clit, making me pant and moan with each new thrust. When I got to the point where I was unable to hold it anymore, I let it go. My climax hit me like a ton of bricks, not very unexpected, but strong and powerful. With much effort, I bucked against the cuffs, riding out each little wave. My sweet nectar spilled out of my tight hole and again, coated your hand. I could only watch and blush some when I noticed you licking the juices off. After I had stopped wriggling, I lay flat against the table, gasping for air. It was so easy for you to bring me this kind of pleasure; I only hoped that when the time came, I would be able to return it. "Kitten, quiet," you barked your order and I quickly complied. I pressed my lips together and slowed my breathing down to where it made no noise. Those bright eyes of mine watched, as you lowered your hand once against to my cunt, playing your fingers over the dripping lips. Suddenly, you nestled three of your fingers into my tightness and it took all the will power not to moan out. It was then that I could hear the sound of your fingers being buried deep inside me. The juice covered fingers slapping into my beaten skin, the light slaps from your free hand on my juicy thighs. The sounds engulfed me and caused my slit to become even more soaked that ever before, if that were even possible. Still, the inability to moan was becoming more and more difficult. I almost sighed in relief when I saw the nod from you, indicating that I could return to my regularly scheduled program of moans and groans. Sadly, it didn't last long. You quickly pulled your fingers out and offered them to me. Knowing that this was more an order than an actual offer, I parted my lips again and lapped at your fingers, licking all of my juices off. This was not my favorite thing to do, but I knew better than to decline a gift from my Sir. I was so wrapped up in cleaning your fingers off; I didn't hear the zipper of your pants, or them being pulled down and discarded. I actually did not realize you had released your member until it was moved on top of me and rubbing against my wetness. You were wasting no time in taking what was yours. Pulling your hand away, you used them both to balance yourself on top of me and the medical table. "Ready?" I heard you mutter under your breath, but of course, you didn't give me much time to respond. It was that instance that your cock forced its way inside my tight folds. Lord knows I didn't need any lubricant since I provided enough, but something told me that you would have done this with or without that. Moans escaped my clenched teeth. It was heavenly, finally having you inside me, finally being able to return the pleasure. Still restrained to the table, it was hard to counter your thrusts as you started pounding away. The most I could manage was moving my hips in small circles, grinding them against yours every time you thrust in and drove 'it' home. Briefly, I wondered how it felt to have my tights walls completely surround your throbbing shaft with so much suction and pressure that it actually pulled you in, making a slurping sound each pull out. Between my rather loud moans and whimpers, I could hear the slapping of our thighs together, and your balls swinging against my cunt. Even so, no time was wasted with this session. I was tied to a table, unable to move, unable to refuse. I was there for your disposal, for any itch you needed scratched, for any way you wanted to scratch it. I could only be thankful that you decided today, you would take yours in such a raw animalistic way. With much effort, I tightened the walls to my slit, wrapping myself more around your intruding member. This went on for some time. Every so often, you would move yourself just a tad to slam into my cunt with a new angle, getting every single spot rammed with your meat. "Oh yes, Sir! Mmm-mmm.. Th-thank you," I moaned and stuttered out as one of your angles proved to be a pleasure-filled one, hitting against my g-spot. I trashed against the cuffs once more, feeling myself building for the second time that night. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I would have bruises. My moans seem to match your groans some before silencing both of them as you leaned in for another passionate and wild kiss. The kiss was deep, filled with lust and desire. There was no hesitation as I returned the depth of the kiss from my end. The pleasure you gave me was unlike any others. I was taking pleasure out of giving it to you. Again, my walls tightened, wanting him to have as much of that bliss as I had. It wasn't long after that, that I could feel your member throb more than before. I knew it was close to climax for you. Holding mine off, I continued to grind my hips against yours, getting you deeper and deeper inside my very core. I knew just the thing to help you, too. "Please, Sir. Cum inside your slutty little kitten. Let this cunt know who it belongs too, fill it up with your gift, with your seed, let me feel it all. Empty yourself into my tight little slit, just begging to be overflowing with your cum!" I moaned out, knowing that something as 'adorable' as me with such a filthy mouth would drive you over the edge. After another deep thrust or two, it worked. I felt my twat being filled with that sweet nectar. I felt one hot rope of cum after another squirt into my already stuffed cunt. It was everything I had desired, everything I craved. Having you fill me up was the last straw, and I once again felt the wonderful waves of an orgasm crash over my petite frame. This one was different than my previous one; it was stronger. My moans were loud, coupled with a few occasional high pitched whimpers. I think once, I threw in a little yelp and shriek in there too. Feeling the pleasure radiate from my core out towards the rest of my body, rolls and rolls of delightful shivers molested my spine. My toes curled as I was literally being fucked into submission. Those core muscles of mine, however, were still at work. They started to spasm, squeezing your cock one moment, then letting go only to come back and squeeze tighter. Without knowing it, I was milking you for all you were worth. Riding out both of our climaxes, our pace started to die down. Eventually, I collapsed against the table, panting heavily and gasping for air. You didn't allow me to keep that up, though, as you stole another wild kiss. While our lips locked in a passionate frenzy, your hands moved to unlock me from my cuffs. How you did that without looking, I would never know, but that's why you did the cuffing, and not me. Breaking the kiss, you grabbed my collar and pushed me down to the floor, dangling your cock in front of me. I knew this routine, and I knew it well. I kneeled before you, glistening slightly from the rough fucking; chest heaving and breathing hard as my full tits bounced in your view. My mouth opened and in went your shaft. I was content, being able to clean you with my warm lips. They wrapped around your throbbing member as tight as could be, applying as much pressure as I could manage. Quickly, I started bobbing my head on your shaft, using my tongue inside my cheeks to lap at any and all juices left over. After a few moments, I moved my lips to wrap exclusively around your protruding head, sucking in and again, milking you for everything, sucking out the last remaining bits of cum. Of course, I couldn't help but swallow what I got. You pulled back, then, looking down at me with a small smile and I looked up at you, a mirrored smile on my lips. "Did I please, Sir?" I asked in a soft tone; it was my main goal always, to please you. In reply, I got another nod, which was just fine with me. Taking me by the collar again, you led me out into the living room and let me crawl onto the couch. There, I was allowed to sit in your lap, for that was usual business. For the rest of the night, I continued to be dress in nothing but my fishnet stockings and leather boots, but I didn't mind; and neither did you. Kitten Tales Ch. 04 The girl took the three steps to the tool shed. Her hand slowly reached out towards the knob. It seemed like forever and a day had passed before she turned the handle. Her panting was heavy before her breath caught in her throat. Pushing the door open, she winced to the creepy creaking of the old wood. Shivers ran down her spine and it wasn't because of the temperature that Halloween night. Her skanky heels sank deeper into the damp lawn below. The door finally swung open and she took a step inside. It was dark; darker since the moonlight didn't travel through the musty windows. She desperately wanted to cough. The smell in the air reeked of death and decay. Stepping further inside, the floor boards squeaked just as the door had. Her big blue eyes that shone perfectly, even without light, flicked around the shed. She tried her damnedest to make out some shape. There! She saw something move. What was that? Was it her little brother? Taking a step forward, reaching her hand out . . . * * * The killer lurched out on the screen and grabbed the girl, throwing her down on the shed floor. The sudden movements on the television screen made me jump in my seat and scream out. Luckily, I was watching this horribly terrifying movie in the comfort of my own home, and not in public. My rather "baby-like" demeanor would have been an embarrassing sight. Equally lucky, I was not alone. Cuddling back into the strong arms that were wrapped around me, I pulled the blanket up to cover my eyes. The killer was now slaughtering the blonde bimbo with fake boobs; I did not want to watch. Your chuckle vibrated my ears. "Kitten, you really can't stomach this?" Smooth, but deep enough to make my juices run, your whispers tickled my soft skin. With a little grumble, I looked up to you and shrugged. I loved watching movies with you, even more so when I got to sit closer because I was "scared", but watching someone gut another like a fish was not on the top of my list to enjoy. The eerie music from the scene continued to blast from the speakers and I pulled the blanket up around my cheek more. It was Halloween night. The movie was perfect for the occasion. Doing its job correctly, I was scared 'shitless'. Of course, that just meant I needed my strong Dominant to keep me protected. Sometimes, acting like an innocent baby got me the best cuddles. Eventually, the movie ended and I felt a little pat on my thigh. "Go get dressed now. We should head over to the neighbor's party," you ordered and of course, I ran off without hesitation. Tonight, was the one night of the year that I got to dress up in all my slutty outfits, all my latex and PVC, my leather and my fishnets ; and the only dirty looks I would get would be the ones of lust. After a shower, I started to apply my lotion to keep my skin moisturized with a slight sheen all night long. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I poked my head out and called down the stairs for you. It wasn't long before you stepped into my room and sat at the foot of my bed. I was still in the nude as I turned to face you. "Sir, are you going to get into a costume as well?" I asked while bending over slightly and moving my hands along my bare legs. The lotion coated my silky skin before I rubbed it all in, producing just the perfect amount of healthy shine to it. My wet hair spilled around my shoulders as I moved my hands up more. I let them linger in the pelvic region, making sure your eyes were watching my fingers play across my skin. Knowing that the slight tease was enough to keep you interested. "I will eventually. I'm a bit busy at the moment," you informed me, lying back in my bed and propping yourself up on one elbow. In this position, I got a nice view of your crotch. Already, I could see a slight hard on form under the thin pajama fabric you wore. A small smirk danced across my full lips as I moved my hands to my stomach, rubbing in some more lotion. It didn't take long for me to finish there and apply the lotion to my breasts. I knew this was one of your favorite parts of my body which only meant . . . the less time I spent on them. . . the more of a tease I would be. Flicking my nipples with my nail, I rubbed lotion into my ample mounds. My light brown eyes watched you, watching me. It was good to know that my movements could keep you so memorized, so wrapped up. Another little flick to my nipples and my hands moved up, spreading the lotion on my arms. Your show was done; I knew that you would be a little frustrated. Standing up, you looked at me with one of those evil grins you have been known to sport. "Tease," you hissed, but prevented any reply from me with a soft kiss. Walking out of my room, you left me to finish getting ready. I assumed you would go 'take care of things' before getting ready yourself. I pulled up my fishnet stockings and let them hug my legs. No Halloween costume was complete without them and I adored the way they made my muscles look. Next, I pulled on my undergarments. I couldn't go without a bra, my tits were just took luscious for that. Snapping a red and black bra in the front, I admired how it pushed my cleavage into view. I knew that you would appreciate this most of all and I smiled with that thought. As I pulled up the match boy shorts, I paused. Maybe tonight, being the naughty little submissive I was, I could go without these. Maybe, just maybe, that would earn me a raw fuck in the bathroom later on . . . There was a good chance. The panties were tossed into the hamper. The bottom half of my costume did not really leave anything to the imagination. Just barely covering my ass, I carefully smoothed out the red and black ruffles of my skirt, and then plumped them back up for a very sexy little tutu. If someone were to look carefully, they would have been able to get a nice little show through the sheer fabric. Turning around and bending over, I checked if my slit was visible in this position. It was. Good; I would have to make sure that you got a nice view of that later on. I finished up my costume with the matching corset, tying it up in the front. Sitting down on my bed, I quickly pulled my very high, very sexy, latex platforms. They laced up in the front and I hurried through that as fast as I could. I'm sure you were already ready to get going and I would probably get a spank for taking so long. Trotting down the stairs, I made my way into the living room. As I rounded the corner I could see that the television was on again. Strange; I could have sworn I turned it off. There was another B-rated horror movie on, lots of screaming and creepy music. I started to lower into a kneel but quickly realized you were not in the room. "Sir!" I called out, turning around to climb the stairs again, "We are going to be late." I pushed my way into your room and looked around. The lights were off and I could barely make out the furniture. Assuming you weren't in the room, I turned on a heel to leave. With a small sigh, I crossed the room back to the open door. It was then that I saw a little note hanging from the back of your hard wood door. Flicking on the light, I retrieved the note and read it over. : 'Already headed to the party, baby. Hurry your ass up and get over here.' I crumbled up the note and tossed it aside with a loud grunt. Since you weren't in the room, I really didn't have to hold back my eye roll. "First he tells me to get ready and then he leaves without me. Ass." I muttered under my breath while running down the stairs. Before leaving I gave myself a once over in a mirror. My costume was flawless; I looked desirable. I didn't know exactly what I was, but that didn't matter. The final check was to make sure I had the correct collar on and that it glistened in the light beautifully. Locking up the house, I crossed down to the sidewalk and started my three block walk to the party. It was a cold night. The wind blew my hair around and the leaves rustled with each step I took. Forgetting a jacket in my rush, I cuddled my arms to my chest. The cold sent chills up my spine and goose bumps down my arms. The darkness didn't help. All the streetlamps must have been out for the only light to guide my way was that of the full moon. A small shuffling sound distracted me from the cold for a tiny moment. It was hard to tell if it was just the leaves dancing in the wind, so I continued walking. My abnormally large plat-formed heels clicked as they made contact with the hard pavement of the sidewalk. All these different noises around just confirmed my thoughts of a paranoid mind making up other noises to compliment. Until . . . I heard it again. The sound was very distinct. It was the shuffle of heavy footfalls. Stopping dead in my tracks, I listened. Looking in the one spot no one ever wants to look, the corner of my eye, I glanced over my shoulder to see who was following me. Seeing nothing, I almost laughed to myself. How could I be so foolish to think someone was following me? Silly imagination. It was those terrifying movies you insist I watched with you tonight; my mind was getting the best of me. To anyone watching though, they would have noticed that my pace quickened as I resumed making my way to the party. The faster it was that I could be in your arms again, the better. My thoughts drifted off then to how much I adored my living arrangements now. It had been a couple of months since my first day and I have adjusted nicely. Didn't take long for us to fall into a simple routine. I was grateful. Before you found me, I was lost. I needed a strong dominant figure in my life. . . I needed to give myself to someone and there you were; welcomed me with open -- I heard the sound again, stopping any warm thoughts I had immediately. This time, I quickly spun around; unfolding my arms from my chest, ready to fight off any type of ghoul that was coming to get me. I was expecting Michael Myers. He was always trying to pick people off. My arms flailed as I looked around for my stalker. It wasn't until after I was sprawled on the dark and empty street that I even realized I was knocked down. Feeling a small pain radiating on the back of my head, I groaned and attempted to sit up. No luck. Something was pinning me down. Something was keeping me from moving at all. A heavy weight was covering every inch of me. I started to panic. What was happening? Why was it happening? The next thing I did was completely instinctual. I parted my lips and screamed as loud as I could. Nothing. Something was quickly over my mouth, preventing my screams and even preventing any breathing. My panic kicked into overdrive as I attempted to squirm around. For some reason, my eyes were blurry and I couldn't see a thing. . . And then darkness. Everything faded to black.