2 comments/ 21962 views/ 7 favorites Kitten's Pet Ch. 01 By: konekochan One of the most vivid dreams I've ever had involved an empty house, a chair, and a woman. In an otherwise empty room, the woman was sitting up straight in the chair, her arms bound behind her, making her back arch. I kneeled in front of her, and kissed and sucked and nibbled and licked her nipples while she moaned. I guess it was what they call a lucid dream, because I felt totally aware of myself and made each decision in the dream consciously. I remember how her nipples felt in my mouth, the way her knees pressed against my own tits, remember even thinking I should kiss lower and see what she tastes like, "down there." Waking up from that dream was painful. I was so wet, so horny, and no amount of masturbation or fucking could make me satisfied. I'd never been with a woman before, and I'd always been curious, but after that dream, I felt like I had tunnel vision. I would imagine pressing my face into heavy, natural breasts, nuzzling and kissing all the feminine curves... then stop short, so disappointed that it was only a fantasy. I love cock, don't get me wrong. And as a submissive in a BDSM relationship, I get plenty of it. But this curiosity was getting the better of me, so I thought it was time to let Master know. But here's where my feelings got a little complicated. I may be very much a submissive, a servant for my Master and him alone, but I didn't have any desire to be topped by another woman. In all my fantasies with other women, I was the top, I was the seductress, I was in control. Master knew about my curiosities, but he didn't yet know the turn things had taken. In bed that night, I opened the conversation by showing him a porn clip I'd watched that day. It was a Domme playing with a skinny blonde woman. She was strapped down and the Domme was fisting her, slapping her tits. Master was interested, but not in the video. He was much more interested in the fact that I was interested. "Who are you identifying with here, kitten?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "The girl strapped to the table, or the one doing the fisting?" I swallowed. I didn't like my answer, it went against everything I knew. "The one doing the fisting, I suppose." I avoided his eyes, so ashamed. I worried that he'd be disappointed in me. His hands roamed my body, pinching my nipples, stroking my hair, cheeks, and neck. He pinched my nipples again, hard, painfully and perfectly, and I melted against him in a moan. He whispered against my ear, "That's right, give it to me, give me your pain." His fingers inched down my body, pulled my panties aside, and started rubbing my clit. My knees opened wider for him, like a kingdom's gate opens for its king. "Could you really do that, kitten? Fist another woman's cunt, lick her clit, call her dirty names? Do you want to know what another woman's cunt tastes like?" "I think I could. And yes, I do," I mumbled incomprehensibly. His fingers stroked up and down my lips, opening me up and making me jump a little every time he came back up and circled back down. Clit to taint, taint to clit, and back again, passing up the glory hole each time, despite my hips pushing up and out, trying to take him in. He kept talking, asking what I would do with a woman, forcing me to imagine my mouth clasped to a soft, round breast, imagine my fingers exploring another woman's sloppy wet pussy. He made me cum for him several times that night, over and over again, intent on his work, making me keep my eyes open for him each time. And making me thank him for each one. ******* Master seemed thoughtful the next morning, watching me rush around to get ready for work. I pulled a white shirt out of the closet, a beige bra, my dark jeans. "Not the beige one," he said softly. I squinted at him. Raised my eyebrows, not in doubt, but as if to say, which one then? "Black, please." He knew I was wearing a white shirt, but I didn't question it. I knew better. He knew exactly what he was doing. I had a scarf already picked out, so maybe it wouldn't be too noticeable. But she noticed. My supervisor definitely noticed. And not in a Um, that's not very professional way, but in a raised eyebrow, Oooh yum, sort of way. Interesting. She had blonde hair in contrast to my dark hair, straighter lines where I had ample curves, but I've always liked to watch her. She was a supervisor in every sense of the word, always in command and in control. Rebecca. I wondered if she had ever been called Becky. When I went on my first break of the day, she was in the office kitchen, doctoring her coffee. Her back was to me, and I found myself staring at her hips, watching them move in rhythm with her stirring. I shook my head and went to pour my own cup. Reaching for the sugar she had just set down, I said, "My mom always told me if I was going to drink coffee, I should learn to drink it black. But I've never quite managed that." She chuckled. "Me neither." "I can't help it, I like the sweet stuff." I wriggled my eyebrows and grinned lasciviously, over-exaggerating in the hopes of getting another laugh from her. I succeeded. We shared a table and chatted until my break was over. When I stood up to leave, she took a turn wriggling her eyebrows at me. "Nice bra, by the way." I gave her an open and sincere smile, waited a heartbeat. "Thanks." ******** "So? Any comments on your bra today?" Sometimes he has the most uncanny ability to read my thoughts, because at that moment, I was playing the whole scene over again in my head. "Yeah, Rebecca mentioned it, actually." "Not in trouble are you?" "Um. Well, no. No, I don't think so." I smiled a little half smile at him. "Really? It's like that is it?" "Only if you wanted me to. But yeah, I think it's possible." He studied me for a moment. "Let's go to bed, kitten." Knowing his cues, I stood in the middle of the bedroom with my eyes lowered, my hands resting at my sides. I quieted my thoughts, let out a slow cleansing sigh, and found my submissive self. In my mind's eye, she was curled up on a dog bed, naked except for a collar and leash. With my eyes closed I sensed her wakening and stretching, then kneeling in the perfect submissive's pose. Waiting. I waited, too. Master stepped toward me and twisted my hair gently, laying it over my shoulder. I felt the leather collar against my throat, felt him buckle it, And with that, I was one with the submissive that was hiding inside me just moments before. We'd done this for so many years now, moving from a vanilla couple in public, to a Master and slave couple in private. But even now, it was easier for me to transition into sub mode if I pictured it in my mind like this. Almost like a changing of the guard. "Who owns you?" "Master owns me." He put his hand in my hair and made a fist and pulled. "Who owns this?" "Master does," I winced, but with pleasure. No one can pull my hair as perfectly as he does. He brought his hand around to my throat, grasping and squeezing above the collar. "Who owns this throat?" "Master owns it." He growled and squeezed a little harder, bringing me just to the edge of seeing stars. I began to wish I was kneeling, and focused on not letting my knees buckle. He handled my breasts roughly, slapping them once, twice, then a third time. I moaned. "Who owns these tits?" "Master does," I heard myself croak, already starting to feel the detachment that comes with a sub high. I love it when he starts like this. His hand slid down to my hips, smacked each one hard, making my eyes water. "Who owns these perfect curves, these hips?" "Master owns these hips." He hooked a finger through the collar and pulled me closer. Nose to nose now, he whispered forcefully, "I'm going to brand them. Soon." I swallowed, lowered my eyes again. "Yes, Master." "On your knees, bitch." I dropped to my knees without hesitation. I licked my lips, anticipating his cock. He kept a hand on my head while he pulled his boxers down with the other. I opened my mouth, and he filled it full with his cock. His hand kept my head still, while he fucked my face, slowly. All the way in, tapping the back of my throat, and all the way out, leaving my lips pursed and sucking on the tip of his dick. "We're going to lay some rules down, fucksocket. My kitten is such a good girl, I'm going to let you fulfill your little lesbian fantasy. You're going to get to motorboat some tits, lick a cunt, pull some other bitch's hair. Isn't that what you want?" I tried to nod. His hand clenched in my hair and he nodded my head for me. "But you're never going to forget who owns you, are you?" I tried to shake my head, no. Never. "Good." He started fucking my mouth faster, pulling in and out with a sharp rhythm. No time to swallow, I let my spit spill out the corners of my mouth and drip down my chin. "Now, this weekend, we're going to brand your hips. They're mine, you're mine, and I need it visible and known before you go fucking around. Once they're healed, you can bring Rebecca home. I'm going to watch, that's my right, as your Master." He was rock hard now, his cock slipping into my throat with each thrust. He never pulled all the way out, he just kept hammering my throat, while I gagged and snorted, tears streaming down my cheeks. "You're my hole to fuck." I groaned with pleasure at that. And groaned again when I felt his legs start to shake. He pulled out and came in long thick spurts across my face, my open abused mouth, my hair. The last shot fell short of my face and hit my tits. I licked my lips, reaching all that I could with my tongue. "Thank you, Master." ******* I only wished that Master had brought some handcuffs or rope to our branding appointment. I wanted this, to be marked as his, as a submissive, as a slave, and I was prepared for pain, having been tattooed a few times in my youth. I knew this would be a different pain, and in a different place than where I'd been tattooed. I was just a little worried about jumping or flinching and ruining the mark. I tried to relax while the specialist readied his tools. Master had done some research, and chosen to go with the more modern method of elelectrocautery branding which involves a device something like an arc welder. It uses a spark of electricity to burn the skin and is more precise than the other methods. With an artist friend, Master had chosen a simple but graceful design involving his initials. Taking another deep breath, I closed my eyes and looked for my submissive self. Imagined her naked, with a perfect and beautiful brand on each hip. When I opened my eyes, the branding artist was looking at me thoughtfully. The probe in his hand looked innocent, like a pen or a wand. A thin blue wire attached it to the electrocautery device. "Are you sure about the size then?" he asked me, without looking at Master. I corrected this obvious mistake by looking at Master myself. He smiled and answered for us both. "Yes, we're sure. The size of my hand print. Both hips." He had already drawn the design on each side of me, and now he sat down to start on my left side, his head level with my hips. "Please breathe, kitten. Don't hold your breath." He stood slightly behind me and cradled my head, reached down for my hand. It was something like getting tattooed, in the sense that I was enduring extreme pain voluntarily. Not unlike being spanked or whipped, I suppose. Only I did find some pleasure in that, since I was always dripping wet when he finished. And the pain here was way more intense than a tattoo. Being tattooed brings a dull pain, one that gets down into your bones and makes you hum to distract yourself from the ache. With a tattoo, my endorphins always kicked in, and I would be giggling that it tickled by the time the piece was finished. But this. This was a pain like I've never experienced. The first zap felt like nothing, just the impression or the idea of pain, but then nothing. And the second zap, and the third. But at some point that vague idea of pain became real pain. Real and sharp and maddening. One second I was fine, then I noticed I had broken a sweat, and as soon as I realized that, it was there. A sharp burning, like a million fiery needles attacking my hip relentlessly. I think the branding artist's name was Richard, but at this point I was calling him Dick in my mind. Or maybe it was out loud, hard to say. At some point Master brought me orange juice, and I was sure it was fresh-squeezed nectar of the gods. So sweet and cool, I didn't stop drinking it until it was gone. I don't think I was supposed to chug it like I did, and I hoped I wouldn't get sick all over myself and the equipment. The faint smell of burning flesh, and the delicate wisp of smoke rising from my hip didn't help. When Dick was finished, the design on my hips looked like it had been scored with a box cutter, or maybe scooped out with a tiny ice cream scoop. There was no blood of course, since the laser cauterizes the blood vessels as it goes. And most delightfully, it was all completely numb, just a sensation of being a little swollen. I spent the next few days at home, naked from the waist down, enjoying some extended aftercare from Master. A few days after that, he soaked me in the tub and lovingly picked at the scabs of my scars, as ordered by the branding artist, to actually increase the scarring and visibility of the brand. And a few days after that, I suddenly remembered why we'd done this, other than to mark me as his of course. He was going to let me be with a woman, as long as I had this reminding me that I belonged to him. My heart skipped a beat or two. ***** I had taken a week off from work to allow some healing time, and I needed to burn up some vacation time anyway. I went back to work wearing loose fitting skirts and no panties, until I'd healed completely. Then, one rainy morning before leaving for the office, Master gave me an especially lengthy kiss, then held me as close as he could and still be able look into my eyes. I believe it was what they call a piercing gaze. That was all it took to know that he was giving me the permission I needed. Rebecca had noticed my new skirty style immediately, since I didn't typically wear skirts or dresses unless I was held at gunpoint. The first morning back she had flashed me the old eyebrow wriggle looking obviously down at my bare legs. I had laughed and turned away, very aware of how the skirt swished around my naked and tender hips. And then, finally, I had an opportunity to visit Rebecca in her office. "They say you need to sign these before I send them off to the printer?" I had poked my head in her door, waited for her to motion me the rest of the way inside. She glanced up from her computer and smiled, but continued to type. I took her smile as a cue to come on in. She usually kept her door closed, not to separate herself, but simply because the rest of the office was pretty loud and she was on the phone with clients so often. Without hesitating, I closed the door behind me. I stood in front of her desk for moment, while she finished out her thought, writing whatever she was writing. I shifted my weight, trying not to look impatient. I watched her face, her dark eyebrows pinched together, contrasting so dramatically with her blonde hair. As a sub, I was always waiting patiently. Waiting for the next blow job, waiting for the next orgasm, waiting for the next spanking, waiting for attention. Patience is practiced constantly. A quiet and calm mind are necessary, and impatience is not rewarded. I wasn't feeling very subby right now. In fact, I felt very far away from that part of me. I couldn't imagine standing there another moment, looking lost and helpless. Looking submissive, of all things. I knew what I wanted, and I'd be damned if I was going to wait or be patient one more minute. I wanted control and power, and I felt like I had all the confidence in the world to take what I wanted. A quiet voice in my mind wondered if this was how Master felt. I walked, if not marched, over to Rebecca sitting so snottily behind her desk, ignoring me so pointedly. As if I was an observer in that moment, I watched from a distance as I reached for her hand. Watched her let me take it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Watched me swivel her around in her chair so she was facing me. Watched me take her hand and place it on my thigh, just at the hem of my skirt. Watched me move her hand slowly up my thigh, under my skirt, to the warm place where my thighs meet, further up and up, until I heard her quiet gasp as she realized my pussy was bare. Holding her hand there, I said, "I want you." She looked up at me finally, I felt like I could read her thoughts, and even more than that, control her thoughts. They were mine. And she wanted me, too. ***** With little discussion, Rebecca came home with me. She followed me in her car, and I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road. I kept glancing in the mirrors to see if she was still following. I tried not to plan out the rest of the night. No pressure, whatever happens, happens, I told myself. Regardless, I couldn't help but imagine what Rebecca would look like naked. What her skin would feel like, her smell... if she liked her hair pulled. I suddenly felt so nervous. What if I had it all wrong? What if I had no idea how to finger another woman? What if I suck her nipples too hard, licked her pussy too lightly? What the fuck was I thinking? Then I remembered Master would be there. My lifeline, my support, my anchor. The gratitude I felt almost moved me to tears. Sometimes it still amazes how I find bravery in my submission. After some awkward small talk in the driveway, I opened our front door for Rebecca, and felt some of my confidence come back. That strange new side of me thought of her as my pet, and I wanted to guide her, be kind to her. I ushered her into the foyer, and shut the door softly behind me. She looked as nervous as I had felt on the drive home. Recognizing the need for a reassuring touch, I reached for her hand. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked, smiling warmly. "Ah. Well, one time there was this... Well. No. I haven't really." I decided not to volunteer that this was my first time, too. Leading her by the hand into the kitchen, I found Master preparing supper for us. He knew I was bringing her home tonight, via some quick texts from work. I introduced them, and watched her face as he indulgently brought her hand to his mouth and gave it a friendly kiss. Always the gentleman, he won her over quickly with his charm. We talked and laughed over dinner and wine, and soon found ourselves treading in increasingly intimate conversation. I started feeling anxious, then annoyed. Then impatient. Sitting on our deck with the sun dipping down below the horizon, the candles, the hot and humid southern evening; all these things were making my thighs slick with sweat and desire. That powerful and impatient feeling welled up inside of me, fresh and new. God, it was so like being high, just the opposite of a sub-high, way on the other end of the spectrum. I cleared my throat and set down my glass. I looked at Master, and he gazed back at me, gave me the tiniest of nods. Without a hint of hesitation, I stood and walked over to Rebecca. I took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, up her forearm, to the inside of her elbow. She smelled amazing. Sweat and sex and honeysuckle. I heard her breathing speed up as I pulled her hair back from her damp neck. Mmm, salty and sweet, all at once. I nibbled her ear, let my breath exhale ever so softly against it. I watched her knees open slowly. "May I?" I breathed against her ear again. She nodded, assuring me. I scooted her chair back a little bit and kneeled in front of her. She glanced over at Master, then at me, with a questioning look. Kitten's Pet Ch. 01 "He's just going to watch. You're just for me, all mine." I wanted to take this slow, I wanted to make it agonizing for her. Still kneeling at her feet, I removed her shoes, caressed her feet, her calves. Watched my hands move up her smooth legs to her thighs, still open slightly from my ear nibbles. My hands moved up under her summery skirt and snagged her panties in a death grip. I was so tempted to rip them off, since I've always found that to be incredibly hot. But I restrained myself, and settled for yanking them down in one swift rough move. She made a little gaspy squeal that nearly broke my heart. I kissed up the inside of her thighs and felt them shiver against my lips. I put my hands behind her and scooted her forward in the chair so I could spread those legs open ever further for me. She didn't shave, but her bush was sparse. I was so scared, so nervous. What if she hated it? Hell, what if I hated it? I hesitated, losing my grasp on the confidence I'd gained. And then I felt his hand on my neck guiding my head gently but steadily forward. He knew me so well. I parted her lips with my fingers and licked slowly. Just tasting her, savoring every flavor, her scent, the delicate texture. I heard her sweet sighs above me and felt encouraged, so I explored deeper. Master's hand left my neck and was replaced by both of her hands. She twined her fingers in my hair, I felt her nails on my scalp. I made my tongue stiff and circled her clit, around and around, increasing the pressure. Further encouragement as her nails dug into my scalp a little harder. The voice in my head echoed Master's, repeating Mine, over and over again. I was so wet, I wouldn't have been surprised if I was dripping pussy juice on the deck. I tongued her deep, tasting her fully, musky and sweet, slightly tangy. This made her groan, and I loved it. Rebecca's feet started digging into my thighs. Sensing she was going move them on up to my still tender hips, I beat her to it slung her legs over my shoulders. I moved my tongue back to up to her clit, remembering my favorite part of being eaten out. I put one finger inside her slick cunt and she started to grind against my mouth, my hand. Then two fingers, almost as if I was trying to pin her down to the chair and hold her still. She bucked for me, and I finger fucked her harder, sucking and nibbling on her clit. Faking cruelty, I stopped. I didn't have any faith in myself that I could make her cum, so I didn't want it to look like I was trying and failed. She looked so disappointed when I looked up that I almost laughed. I decided to let my true colors show. I was so filled with lust, I needed some guidance. "Master, what should I do next?" He smiled at me. "Get up on the bench, kitten. Lay back, I'd like to see Rebecca ride your face." "I think I'd like that," she whispered, looking at me. We stood up and I helped her out of dress, then she helped me out of my top. I stopped her hands at my skirt, indicating she should be careful. Together we pulled it down over my hips gingerly. She looked at me with a question in her eyes. "I belong to him. See?" It was hard to read her face as she traced my markings with her fingertips, so carefully. It was still tender, so her touch made me shiver with the slightest hint of sweet pain. My nipples hardened and raised, and I pulled her to me suddenly. Soft, feminine skin against skin. I smelled her neck, kissed and licked it, then sucked. Then opened my mouth wide and bit her gently, where her neck meets her shoulder. She groaned against me, pushing her tits against mine, her hips against mine. I kissed her dimples and put my hand in her blonde curls, and pulled her over to the bench. I couldn't believe this woman's body was mine for the taking. I felt like a kid at a new playground. I sat in front of her on the bench and paid homage to her beautiful full breasts. Pale, with baby pink nipples. I held them to my face and nuzzled, taking in all of her scent, her silky smooth texture. Pinching and pulling on her nipples made them respond beautifully for me, darkening a little, growing into hard little rosebuds. I was so wet, I could tell my thighs were slippery with desire. Waves of pleasure rolled through my belly as I kissed and sucked to my heart's content. I loved tracing all of her curves and sucking on her nipples, following the lines of her back, lower back, hips, ass, thighs. She tried to pull away, pull her nipple out of my mouth, teasing me. Smiling that funny little grin down at me. I bit down, just a little, and circled my tongue around the sweet little point in my mouth. No matter how it made her feel, it made ME groan with pleasure. Mmm. I needed to taste her again. I laid back on the bench, thinking that privacy fences are wonderful, but not always entirely private. I was only a little surprised that I did not care. Rebecca straddled my face with surprising grace, and I loved the feel of the weight of her ass and thighs resting securely on me. But I could tell she was being shy. I reached up and grabbed her hips, pulled her down on my mouth, my tongue. Ahhhh. This was perfect. I loved licking her pussy, probing every secret part, feeling her relax and start to grind against my face. I heard a quiet moan above me, that turned into a louder longer groan. It was amazing, feeling her cunt change as her orgasm built, like it got hotter, wetter, tightened up, then opened up for me. I held tight to her hips as she came hard, pushing down hard on my mouth, grinding that sloppy pussy against my tongue. I growled and her pushed her off me, didn't let her come all the way down. I heard my voice say, "My turn, bitch." Shit, I just called my boss "bitch." But she seemed to react to it positively, or at least, not negatively. She grinned maliciously, sprawling out on the bench in front of me, steadying herself as I planted a foot on each side of her head. Mmmm, I groaned as I lowered myself onto her mouth, open and hot and wet. One wouldn't think it would be so different from riding a man's face, but it was. Something imperceptible, almost. Most men approach it like a task, not necessarily a chore, but a task to complete. But Rebecca's mouth and tongue were generous, licking and kissing and sucking in all the right places. I guess she knew what to do, because she had those places too? I reached down between my thighs and wrapped my fingers in her hair, pulling her head up to meet me even as I was grinding against her mouth. Together, we found the sweet spot that was going to make me cum, and I left my fingers in her hair, gripping it tightly and making her squeak. Mmmm... I moved my hips faster and harder, and her tongue matched my rhythm, flicking my wet, hard clit, then circling around. "Damn..." I came with a whisper and a groan, bearing down hard on her mouth to make her still. He tongue still flicked as much as it could, and it made me buck a little. My nipples were so hard they hurt. I looked behind me at Master, who was smiling a knowing sort of smile. I wanted to do so much more, but maybe we, or rather, I, should spare her for a little bit longer. See how she fared with this. I was still new at this myself. I imagined her bent over the end of our bed, Master's belt in my hand, while he stood beside me showing me how far to pull my arm back, much like pro golfer would show his protege. I smiled back at him, a big knowing smile to match his own. Kitten's Pet Ch. 02 When I saw Rebecca at work the following Monday, I wasn't sure how to act. Acting "normal" didn't seem at all feasible. What was normal anymore anyway? Apparently my new normal is riding my boss's face until I cum, calling her a bitch, pulling her hair. The first time I ran into her alone was in the breakroom. I sidled up to her while she was pouring her coffee. I cleared my throat in an obvious, comical sort of way. She jumped and her coffee splashed onto the counter. "Oh! I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to scare you." But we were both giggling at our own nerves, which immediately put me at ease. "Did you have fun this weekend? I mean, did you like that? Any of it?" I cleared my throat, trying to pretend I didn't sound so eager. I flashed to one of my favorite scenes from Natural Born Killers, when Mallory had made the mechanic eat her out on the hood of her car. She chastised him when she was done, "NEXT TIME DON'T BE SO FUCKING EAGER." Oh god, please don't let her say that to me right now. Thankfully, Rebecca's face looked more nerve-wracked than I felt. I used it to bolster my new confidence and smiled at her. She relaxed, "Yes. Yeah. I think it's safe to say that I liked it, and I'm looking forward to another invitation." "Yeah?" "Yeah." We smiled our goodbyes, me trying to be the cool confident Domme, and her... well who knows what she was trying to be. It made me wonder if she was curious about the relationship I have with Master, the marks she saw on my hips. More than anything, I wondered if she'd like me to mark her. ********* "Master, how does one start? Where do I begin with her? Without scaring her, without pressuring her?" "Those are excellent questions, kitten. And ones that you know I can't answer. There's no black or white here, since every submissive is different. Go with what you know, what feels natural to you. I'll tell you this, knowing you, your best bet is going to be your honesty. Just be up front and straight with her." He smiled at his own lame pun, and I laughed, punching him in the arm jokingly. He stopped smiling immediately and raised his eyebrow. I flashed a hopeful grin. In one motion he pulled me over his knees, and then proceeded to pull down my shorts, my panties. I tried to carry my weight on my feet, but he spread his legs quickly, making me lose balance and just clutch at his leg so I wouldn't fall off. It left my full weight on him, and I felt my face burn with embarrassment. I'm sure he knew the exact color of my face without even looking. I twisted and struggled, whimpering, but he held tight. Finally I stopped. "Are you finished?" I didn't answer, my amusement dissipating. SMACK. The first one landed square on my ass, and I imagined the large hot pink hand print it must have left. I guess I imagined correctly, because he didn't immediately deliver the second smack. "That's so perfect, so beautiful, I hate to ruin it with nineteen more." Knowing there were nineteen more coming made me want to squirm again. And I almost started to, felt my muscles tense, my toes curl, but mysubmissive side stopped just in time. I stayed still. He knew, too, and gave me a soft pat and a "Good girl." By five, I was whimpering, By ten, I was sweating. All my muscles were tense, waiting for the next smack. I don't think anyone (except subs and spanked children) realizes how many different areas there are to your backside, and how many variations in sensitivity exist. It always surprises me how sensitive my hips are, compared to the fleshiest part of my ass cheeks. Lower ass, upper thighs, lower back, ass crack, top of the ass crack... All of these provide drastically different, but still painful, sensations. Master covered them all. By seventeen, I was sobbing. My nose running, tears and sweat dripping onto the couch. He prepared me for the last one. "This one's twenty, kitten. The last one. I need you to relax, it's almost over." I took a deep cleansing breath, finding my quiet place, envisioning the "kitten" in my mind, kneeling and quiet and calm, collar on, clothes off. Perfect, submissive, simplicity. I focused on the wet salty spot on the cushion and relaxed. Right on cue, as he felt me release it all, SMACK! I tried to inhale to scream, squeal, something, and it sounded like a dying cow. Embarrassed further, I let go and sobbed against his leg. He pulled me up, so that I comfortably laid across the couch again. He whispered soothing things into my hair, and ran his hands in a calming motion across his marks on my hips, across the hot welts on my ass. The sensation of his rough masculine hands across these marks, all made by him, gave me butterflies. I let him know with a sweet groan. "Mmmm. That almost tingles, you know." "Good," he growled. "Come now, let me take care of you, Kitten." He led me to the bathroom where he started a bath. We keep a pretty jar of our homemade bath brew beside the tub, and he added several generous scoops. It was just a simple and soothing combination of baking soda, Epsom salts, and lavender, kept for special occasions of pet's aftercare. After swishing the water around with his hand, he stripped off the rest of my clothes, with the gentleness that only the luckiest big men possess. He helped me over the edge of the tub and lowered me down. Ahhh. I could almost hear my raw ass sizzle as it hit the water. "Lay back now, please." I noticed his growl had changed to a whisper, almost a purr. I laid back and closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation of his hands following the shape of my wet body. Scooping water up to waterfall over my breasts, belly, and hips. His hands tracing the curves of my body on their way back down to the water. I sighed from deep inside my soul. It was hypnotic. I loved this man so much. ***************************************** I fiddled with my drink while I watched Rebecca prepping the salad she'd brought to have with our steaks. Master was starting the grill and nursing a Guinness. I felt anxious again, wondering what would happen, how I'd handle topping this luscious woman in front of my Master. I definitely had the instinct and the urge to make her do my bidding, submit to me. But to act that way in front of him? It made me nervous. I know he would still be in control, watching me, guiding me, but even that seemed to undermine what I really wanted here. I stopped myself from sighing and took a sip of my bourbon instead, letting my eyes wander where they wanted... all over Rebecca's body. Her graceful hands, her full breasts and hips and thighs. I wanted them. I wanted to touch her all over and and make her mine. Make her groan and purr and maybe even squeal. I walked over and stood behind Rebecca at the counter and touched her shoulders, felt her stiffen at the unexpected touch. Master walked in at that exact moment, and I almost pulled away. But I didn't. He smiled at us and put down a plate of charred, smoking meat. He must have been a little distracted too. And then I had an idea of how to begin. Always the best way to begin. I leaned against Rebecca, letting her feel my whole body against hers. "Rebecca, I want to own your mouth, like He owns mine. Can I show you want an owned mouth does?" She turned around to face me and I felt her breasts move with her breathing. She kissed my mouth, a slow sweet, sucking sort of kiss. Her lips were so warm. Then she nodded. I walked over to Him and went down to my knees. "May I, Sir?" "You may, kitten." He unzipped for me and I started slow, warming up, using my hand on his cock and playing with his balls. When I was ready, I took in every inch of him, so that he hit the back of my throat and then some. Not that Master takes cues from me, but he knew what I was looking for, and he grabbed my hair in two fistfuls and pulled me even closer to him. I groaned and lapped at his balls with my wet tongue. He broadened his stance and started skull fucking me, hard. I heard Rebecca gasp from someplace far away. I couldn't lose focus here or I'd gag and choke. He finally relented and I went back to sucking him off as hard as I could. I stopped for a breath and told Rebecca to join us. Dropping to her knees like I did, she looked to me for guidance. Ahhh, exactly what I wanted. I looked up at Master, and he nodded at me. Yes, perfect. I held Master's cock for her and watched it, wet from my mouth, pass her lips. She sucked and gobbled, struggling a little because of his size. I could empathize. I leaned in and lapped up and down his shaft, meeting her mouth at the head. I couldn't stop from kissing her then; I just wanted to feel her lips again. We kissed deeply before I went back to sucking Master's balls, holding his thick wet shaft steady for her. I think we could have done this all night, but I don't think Master could take it. Maybe he was beginning to feel less like a Master and more like our plaything, because after a time, he pulled us both up and back to our bedroom. Knowing why we had moved to the bedroom, I took Rebecca's hand and decided to go for the honesty route Master had recommended. "We're going to play a little bit now. We'd like you to watch, and maybe join in, if you'd like? You tell us where you're comfortable, make sure to communicate, okay?" "Okay, I'd like to watch for sure. And maybe join in." Rebecca smiled a sweet shy grin. Master disappeared into our closet and came back out with our flogger. Perfect for beginners. "Undress, kitten. Rebecca, you may undress too if you like." Neither of us hesitated, peeling off t-shirts and jeans and bras and panties. God, I just wanted to touch her, squeeze her tits, her ass, feel her pussy again. "Kitten, please face the wall and take your stance." I turned as he told me, and placed my hands as high and as far out as I could, and spread my legs so I was basically making an X-shape with my body. Master wants to build a St. Andrew's Cross in our bedroom, but until then, I can pose the way he needs me to. I took a deep breath, and saw movement at the corner of my eye. Rebecca was posing the same way. I melted, seeing her hair fall in front of her face, the sweat bead on her forehead. I decided to speak up. "Rebecca, why don't you watch first? And then, if you'd like, maybe I'll take a turn on you? May I, Master?" She smiled, a little embarrassed, and stepped back from the wall, covering her tits with her hands like she didn't know where to put them. "Yes, kitten, that will be fine," he said, letting the leather straps of the flogger tickle down my back. "I don't have a particular punishment, so we'll just count this as part of your training... and perhaps Rebecca's training as well." "Thank you, Master." He started so lightly that I almost giggled, but held back. Then I realized he was showing me how to start with Rebecca; light caresses, with just a slight sting at the end. So delicious. I hoped she would like it too. "Now, kitten, I'm going to finish with a harder one. I need you marked." I noticed he nearly snarled at the end. I took a breath, and heard the rush of the leather whistle through the air. Will I ever learn not to tense up? WHACK! Square across my ass, spreading from one cheek to the other. My knees automatically drew up, while my upper body doubled over. Sudden pain like that always sent a swift flood of nausea over me. Marked! I'd say so. I let the pain escape me in a low groan, then finally straightened up and turned around to face them both. "Thank you, Master." I lowered my eyes in deference and gratitude. "You're welcome, kitten. Rebecca?" While she did look a bit pale, she didn't look terrified. I took this as an excellent sign. I raised my eyebrows at Master and he handed me the flogger. The leather handle was hot from his grip. This wasn't the first time I'd held it, but it was the first time I'd held it with the authority to use it. "Rebecca, please turn and face the wall like I did. Hands up and feet spread apart, please." She did as she was told, and I instantly appreciated Master's affinity for this position. The lines of her arms stretched out, leading down to her beautiful smooth back, the dip of her waist, then the curve of her hips, it was breathtaking. I wanted to touch her. And my heart skipped a beat as I realized that she was mine to touch, at any moment, for any reason, I could do what I wanted. So I did. I walked up behind her and touched her arms and neck, reached around stroked the smooth, sweet slope of her breast, felt her nipple harden under my palm. Fuck. I wanted all of her. I kept sliding my hand down and followed the shape of her waist, hip, and ass. I lightly slapped her ass, barely tapped really, and she jumped. "It's okay, shhhh," I whispered. "I'm going to see how wet you are now." I slid my hand around to the front, and cupped her fat cunt in my hand, squeezed a little. Then I slid my middle finger between her lips and found that she was sloppy wet, ready and open. She wanted this. "Very nice, you know I'm going to taste you as soon as I'm done flogging your ass. Are you ready?" She nodded her head, took a breath, and stammered, "Yes, Ma'am." Oh my, that was sweet. I took a couple of steps back and smiled at my Master. He looked disconcerted, but smiled back. I started so slowly and sweetly, I really didn't want to hurt her, I only wanted to play. To tease. To show her that pleasure isn't all touching and kissing and fucking. That sometimes you can derive pleasure from a well placed stinging flogger. And, I really didn't want to scare her. Watching the leather tips bounce off her ass cheek with each light slap was almost more than I could handle. Her ass was turning a lovely shade of dark pink, and each moan and sigh that escaped her lips went straight to my cunt. It was delicious. I couldn't wait any longer. I dropped the flogger, and in one move I was on my knees, turning her around to face me. Her face was flushed and beautiful. I lifted her knee and put it over my shoulder, giving me perfect access to her sweet, dripping pussy. I groaned and buried my mouth between her thighs, licking and slurping, driving my tongue as deep as it could go. I caressed her ass, lightly running my fingers over the tiny raised welts from the flogger. She sighed, and I knew why, I know exactly how that feels. I know that that's when the tension of the punishment finally escapes, when your welts are touched. Her fingers gripped my hair, and I knew the attention I was giving her cunt was making her knees weak. I let her slide down the wall, and hooked my hands under her thighs and pulled her so that she was lying flat on the floor. I spread her knees apart and ran my hands down the inside of her thighs. I started with two fingers, pumped slowly, finger fucking Rebecca and watching her eyes roll back in her head. I eased into three fingers, hooked up, hitting her g-spot like Master finger fucks me. I felt Rebecca's muscles contract and grip my fingers, and I knew she was about to cum for me. I didn't change my rhythm, and BOOM, like fireworks, her body shook and shuddered and her back arched, and her mouth opened.... I leaned forward and kissed her, took her breath away. I wanted all of it. Before she had even come down, my mouth was back on her cunt, tasting her orgasm, licking up all her juices. She kept shaking and jumping, her clit overly sensitive now, but I wrapped my arms around her thighs and just went harder. And then, I felt him... my Master. His hands on my ass, snaking their way between my legs, he wanted me. I braced my weight on my elbows, spread my knees, and didn't dare stop tongue-fucking Rebecca. The moment I felt him enter, I knew I would cum fast. He was rock hard, and I couldn't blame him. Rebecca spread eagle on our bedroom floor, me between her legs with my ass in the air. And I was glad to know that he was enjoying this as much as I was. Or maybe he just thought I'd forgotten him, and he needed to lay claim to what belonged to him. I groaned into Rebecca's pussy, while he pumped away, fucking me hard, with total disregard to my pleasure. And then I felt Rebecca's cunt tighten and clench again, further driving me to my own orgasm. We came at the same time and I collapsed on top of her, kissing the inside of her thigh, hearing her heart beat. I could see Master stand up out of the corner of my eye, jacking off, quickly, and then he came, his cum shooting across the two of us in thick white spurts. Across Rebecca's tits, and stomach, my hair, my cheek, my back. I got up to my knees and licked it all off her tits, slurped it off her stomach. "We never waste Master's cum, Rebecca. Can you lick it off my back?" I turned over, and felt her hot tongue lap up all the cum on my back. I knew we'd have a lot to think about, but right now, I think we all just wanted sleep. I thought about asking Rebecca to spend the night, but I didn't want to start a precedent. And I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about Master cumming on her, like she was his or something. She was mine. She was never supposed to be his. Even as Master wrapped his arms and legs around me in our bed, I felt a rock sink to the pit of my stomach. So much to think about.