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Kitten

By: fuck_toy



My kitten,

So far, my list for you for our trip next weekend is:

Black and silver pvc outfit, plus matching shoes and underwear.
Casual traveling clothes.
Bikini, not a once piece bathing suit. Must be two piece. you get nothing if you don't have a two piece.
Sexy going out clothes, short sexy miniskirt, white blouse or shirt. Shoes to match, and underwear to suit.

Toiletries, and other items as per a normal weekend away.
Disk of all pics and videos made to that point, plus any stories you have written.

Any toys you happen to have, if any.

Nothing really other than that will be required. As I do intend to keep you naked for as much time as it suits Me. Apart from taking the time to shop for a few things. As there are some things you need, but they just might be in the care package I bring. Going through those things will take some time.

I am looking forward to spanking you, filling you full of My cum, attempting to wear you out, and teaching you everything you need to know to be a good little fucktoy for Me.

I doubt there will be time on the weekend for the threesome we talked about previously, perhaps at later in the year we will have the time to organize something. But I know I would rather have you please Me, than have to share attention with someone else.


Tonight, I want you to write Me that story if you have time.
In addition, you are to strip off, and sit on your chair in front of the
computer, spread your knees as far apart as you can, leaving your feet at
the base of the chair, grab your tits hard, try and lick your nipples, now, squeeze those nipples, try and wait as long as you can before touching yourself, then, fingering yourself till you almost cum. Stop, and wait two minutes, then you are allowed to start again, this time you are to cum. Before you do, you must say thank you Sir, for allowing your cunt to cum for you. Say it, then you are allowed to cum.

N.
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Dear Sir,

With pleasure Sir, i will bring everything You have asked for *smile* i am looking forward to this more than You can imagine!

i know You want a story from me, so i thought i would try to tell You how you made me feel when i read Your last earlier - hear goes, i hope it pleases You!

    *   *   *

i need this, after a long day, to slip under Your control and lose myself in O/our pleasure.

Sometimes i, think i have gotten myself into something i can't handle, but the burning desire in my pussy and the heat of my skin betrays me and i know i want this, need this. To be Your little fuck toy.

I prepare myself first, undressing slowly and thinking about You, wondering where You are and if You are thinking about how hard Your cunt will cum for You tonight. Grinning at the smeared black marker "afternoon fuck toy" written above my shaved pussy. Your words, the ones you made me put there earlier today at work… the ones that made me struggle to hide the wetness between my legs for the rest of the day.

my hands start trailing delicately across my stomach, and i close my eyes and think of You standing over me, with that devilish grin on Your face. i find it difficult to stop from fondling my already moist pussy, however, You have taught me to try not to for as long as i can - so i clasp my hands firmly behind my back and read Your email over again. Shivering, I think of how much i already owe to You for bringing me such pleasure.

Biting my lip i let my arms out from behind my back, the blood slowly beginning to circulate again - i had not realized i had them clasped so tight! i reach up and run my finger nails over my stiff nipples, so sensitive now as my excitement grows. i start Pinching them softly at first, rolling them around between my fingers, and then harder, making me gasp. I grin thinking of how You would enjoy that.

my pussy demanding attention, i cannot wait any longer and my hands fingers move urgently to my clit. Pressing and pinching i play with myself and moan with delight, so close to cumming already. I slide two fingers inside and then stop quickly, knowing that if i move even an inch i will cum. Breathing deeply i think about how i would look to You right now, legs spread wide on my computer chair, eyes closed with just two fingers sitting still inside me.

i watch the clock closely, and two minutes drags like an eternity. I know You are making me do this to test me, and sit perfectly still with legs still spread my pussy exposed. 

As the last seconds finally crawl pass, my fingers immediately move back to my pussy and i roughly pinch my clit feeling the pleasure like an electric current coursing through my body. With one hand pinching and my nipples, and three fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, i moan and whisper how much i want to be Your little fuck toy, how i need to be used and fucked and filled by You.

I feel myself beginning to cum and louder now, loud enough for the neighbors to hear i yell 'thank you Sir, for letting Your cunt cum for You, thank you, Sir!'. And with those words for You i cum hard, spasming and writhing and calling Your name.

Closing my eyes, i sit shaking, my hands rubbing my juices all over my stomach and i smile, knowing that how pleased You would be with me. 

   *    *   *

Sleep well, Sir *hugs* i hope we can talk soon!
Your kitten xxooo 

Kitten



After a long hard day at work, it is so nice to walk in the door and see you in your submissive position. Down on all fours, naked, with your head down. So help you god, if I was to ever walk in and our eyes met. The sight of you being so obedient takes my breath away.

“Get me a drink.”

You turn and crawl away to fetch me my drink. I walk over to the chair and sit down. Shortly after, you crawl to me with half a glass of water. You extend your arm out, so I can take the glass. The whole time you keep your eyes to the floor. As I take the glass from your hand, I tell you to look up. You slowly look up at me and when our eyes finally meet, I smile at you. 

“How was your day,” I ask still smiling down at you. I expected you to say it was good or fine, but you didn’t.

“It was long and difficult without you. I needed my Mistress.”

Those two sentences had enough power to send my pussy into contractions. You were such a smart slut. You deserved a little reward. I knew how much you liked my boots. 

“You like my boots don’t you?” I asked sternly.

“Oh yes Mistress, very much.”

I took three big gulps leaving only a little bit of water. I poured the remainder of it onto my right boot.

“Lick it clean Kitten.”

You knew I was having you do this as a reward because I had called you Kitten. If I am pleased with you, “Kitten” is what I call you. If I am angry or punishing you, you are referred to simply as “Slut.”

You start off by kissing down my right leg. Then you lick my boot clean. After finishing with that one, you kiss down my left leg. You lick that boot clean as well just to please me. I take your hand to pull you up and sit you in my lap, so your big, creamy breasts are inches from my face.

“Watch me Kitten,” I command.

I take one of your nipples into my mouth. I can feel it hardening. As I suck on your nipple, I look up at you. You are looking down at me, our eyes meeting, just like I had demanded. I move onto the other nipple. As I’m sucking, I’m watching you fighting to keep your eyes open. You’re approaching your first orgasm. I stop. I heard a little whimper come from you. I snapped my fingers. You climbed off of my lap and returned to your submissive position.

I got up out of the chair, and walked around you a couple of times. I grabbed you by the hair and pulled your head back. When I saw your face, you were smiling. You knew I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I leaned down and kissed you. For a couple of seconds, our lips were together, but then I pushed my tongue inside of your mouth. You pushed your tongue out, so our tongues were dancing. After a few minutes, I broke the kiss. We were both breathing a little heavier.

“Get dressed, we’re going out. Short skirt, no panties, sexy top, no makeup, and keep your hair down.”

You crawled upstairs to get ready. I watched you as you crawled up the steps. Well actually, I watched your sweet ass. I sat back down in the chair to wait for you. After about ten minutes, I heard you coming down the stairs. I got up, so I could watch you crawl down the stairs. You are able to climb down steps pretty quickly. I guess that’s because you’ve had months of practice. Once you reached the bottom, you stayed with your head down for inspection. I walked slowly all around you, and then I ordered you to stand up and look straight ahead. I put my left arm around your neck and ran my right hand down your chest, stomach, and finally up under your skirt. I ran my hand over your mound. It was completely smooth. You knew you would be whipped if I found even one hair on your pussy. I pushed a finger inside of you. You were already really wet. I stood in front of you, so our eyes met.

“You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“Stay put.”

I walked over to my dresser. I opened the middle drawer and pulled out a box. I walked back to you and gave you the box.

“It’s something you need and most importantly deserve.”

You quickly opened the box and pulled out the collar. It had the word, “Kitten” engraved upon it. Your expression enough was my reward. I could tell you were happy to be mine. I held out my hand and you quickly gave me the collar.

“Heel.”

You got down on all fours with your head down. I put the collar on you. It was perfect! It was as if it completed you.

“Wear it with pride Kitten.”

“Oh yes Mistress, always.”

“Well I’m starving, let’s go. You have permission to stand and walk.”

As we were walking towards the elevators at the end of the hall, I was so excited! Anyone who saw the collar around your neck would immediately know that you belong to me. I got us a taxi and told the driver our destination. He looked at us long and hard in the rearview mirror. I knew he knew that we were a couple and that I owned you. That thought was driving me crazy! I ran my hand down your arm to get your attention. You looked at me. I grabbed you and pulled you forward, so our lips met. You tried to pull back because you were embarrassed since we had an audience. That pissed me off! I pulled back and slapped you hard across the face. I leaned back as far as possible in the backseat of the taxi cab. I pulled my skirt up and spread my legs wide. I wasn’t wearing any panties either. 

“Eat me good Slut.”

You dove right for my cunt. You knew I was pissed off because of your disobedience. I noticed the cab driver staring at us in the rearview mirror.

“Be sure to check the road every once in a while please.”

I was glad he was watching you rotating between sucking my clit and driving your tongue deep into my pussy. I knew how uncomfortable you had to be. When I came, you pulled your head back. I grabbed your hair and forced your beautiful face back into my snatch.

“You’re not done Slut,” I said firmly.

You quickly licked me clean and when you sat back up, your face was glistening with my pussy juices. I was smiling from ear to ear.

“Permission to request a Kleenex Mistress.”

I leaned in and gave you a long kiss. 

“Denied,” I said softly laughing.

“But my face…”

I stopped laughing and glared at you. You lowered your eyes to the ground.

“I’m sorry Mistress.”

I put my hand under your chin and tilted your head up. You looked at me, and I stared deep into your pretty blue eyes.

“Your face Kitten, is beautiful.”

Your body relaxed a bit. You knew I wasn’t mad at you anymore. Having to walk into the restaurant with cum on your face was the final part of your punishment. The cab pulled up in front of the restaurant. I paid the driver and he smiled and kept thanking me for the show we put on. I smiled when I saw the bulge in his pants.

The host kindly led us to a booth in the corner, but I told him I preferred one more out in the open. The waiter arrived shortly after and I ordered for you and I. When he left, I got up and held out my hand, which you gladly accepted. We walked hand in hand to the restroom. I got a paper towel and added just enough water to get it damp. I slowly washed your face. You closed your eyes and enjoyed letting me take care of you. When I was done washing your beautiful face, I kissed your forehead and each cheek.

“You know why I was forced to punish you?” I asked.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Don’t you ever pull back when I’m kissing you.”

“Yes Mistress, I apologize.”

“Why did you pull back?”

I knew why you had, but I wanted to hear you explain why.

“I was uncomfortable knowing the cab driver was watching us. I don’t like doing things in public.”

I ran my hand down your cheek.

“You’re going to have to get over that Kitten.”

“Yes Mistress, I know.”

When we arrived back at the table, our food was already there. We talked and laughed through the entire meal. I loved spending time with you. You were cute, smart, and just fun to be with. I enjoyed listening to all of your stories and jokes. After we were through eating, our waiter asked if we wanted dessert. I told him yes, but to come back later because I wasn’t sure what I wanted yet. I got up, so I could sit next to you instead of across from you.

“So what are you having for dessert Mistress?” you asked sweetly.

You really weren’t expecting what happened next. I put my hand on your knee and proceeded up your thigh to your pussy.

“You,” I said softly into your ear. When I arrived at your bare mound you squeezed your legs together cutting me off. I tried pushing your legs apart, but you wouldn’t budge.

“Kitten, you have to get over this.”

“Yes Mistress I know, but please not tonight.”

I moved my hand back to your thigh. I moved so my lips were inches from your left ear.

“Yes, tonight.”

With that said, I pinched your thigh. Your legs quickly spread apart and you let out a soft yelp. I ran my finger along your slit. Finally I began fingering your clit. You started moaning immediately. You were still hot from earlier when I was sucking on your beautiful tits. I kept my thumb on your clit and jammed two fingers into your cunt. You gasped when I pushed a third finger inside of you. I noticed your eyes were closed. I told you to open your eyes. When you did, you were horrified. Everyone around us, were staring at us. I began pushing down on your clit, a loud moan came from you. I forced a fourth finger into you. I knew how much you enjoyed being stretched. You started humping my hand, while I played with your clit. You didn’t care if anyone was watching us, you just wanted to cum. Your body started tightening up. 

“Mistress,” you said quickly and surprisingly quite loudly.

“Cum for me Kitten, cum hard for me,” I whispered, happy you remembered to request permission. You didn’t disappoint. When you came, you came hard. You were gasping for air, and had beads of sweat on your forehead. I removed my hand and licked your sweet cum from my fingers. The waiter came with the check. He had seen the whole show.

“Do you still want dessert,” he asked nervously.

“No thanks, I already had mine.”

I paid the bill and as we were leaving, some guys shouted and whistled at us. When we were in the cab on the way home, I held your hand. You rested your head on my shoulder.

“I’m so proud of you Kitten.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“You should be proud as well. You conquered your fear. I could tell because of how hard you came.”

You softly giggled. Almost like a schoolgirl.

“I love you Kitten.”

“I love you too Mistress.”

Once we were back at our place, I grabbed you and kissed your sweet, soft lips. You returned the favor with the same amount of heat and passion.

“Run a bath for us Kitten.”

“Yes Mistress, right away.”

You turned around and headed for the stairs.

“Heel.”

You stopped, got on all fours, head down, and waited. I came up behind you and slapped you on the ass. It was a soft, loving slap.

“Good Kitten, now go.”

You quickly crawled up the stairs. I could tell you were shaking your ass more than usual for me. I went to the bar and poured a glass of water. I headed upstairs to the bathroom. You had just finished getting the bathtub ready when I entered.

“How is it?”

“Just right. I need to pee.”

“Go ahead, but be quick.”

As you peed, I got into the bathtub. When you crawled over to the bathtub, I could tell you wanted to join me.

“Strip and get in here with me.”

While we were in the tub, we talked, drank the water, and washed each other. When we were through, I had you slowly dry me off. I loved how you lingered at my tits and pussy. All the water must have ran through me because all of a sudden I had to pee. I was just about to grab some toilet paper, when an idea hit me. I stood up and leaned my back against the wall.

“Kitten.”

You crawled over to me.

“Eat me.”

You didn’t even hesitate. Your tongue plunged through my pussy lips and ran across my clit. You started sucking on my clit. I started moaning and pushing your head further against me. I ordered you to start fucking me with your long, soft, expert tongue. You drove your tongue deep into me. I let out a little hiss and started humping your face. The tip of your nose was hitting my clit. I was rushing towards my orgasm. I started screaming obscene things to you. 

“You love eating pussy don’t you slut, but not just any pussy, my pussy because you are my slut. Oh shit I’m cuming, fuck!”

I screamed all the way through my orgasm. You licked my pussy clean. When you pulled back, I collapsed onto the floor. I laid there on my side with my arms out. 

“Come to me.”

You hurried over to me. We laid there with our arms and legs entwined and our breasts pressed together.

“Feel better Mistress?”

“Yes, very much. You were great Kitten. How was the combination of cum and piss?”

“Not bad actually.”

“Someday I’ll have to piss straight into your mouth. What do you think about that?”

“Whatever you wish Mistress. I’m here to please you, so if that will please you, I’ll be happy to do it.”

We just laid there together on the floor for quite some time. Finally I rolled on top of you. I could see the fire in your eyes, and you could clearly see the desire in mine. While we kissed, I ran my hand through your hair. Like always, I broke our embrace and stood up. You were still laying on the floor. I looked down at you.

“You’ve been a good Kitten, are you ready for your reward?”

“Oh yes Mistress.”

“How do you feel right now?”

“Eager to please and willing to do whatever you ask of me.”

A huge smile spread across my face.

“God how I love you Kitten.”

You did that schoolgirl giggle. That did it. I wanted you in the worst way. I reached my hand out and you grabbed it. I pulled you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I threw you onto our king size bed. We had a dresser with four drawers next to the bed. Every drawer was full of goodies. I opened a drawer and pulled out a blindfold and scarf. First, I used the scarf to tie your wrists together. I told you to keep your arms straight out, behind your head. Next, I tied the blindfold, so you couldn’t see. I got out an eight inch dildo, a fourteen inch double-headed dildo, nipple clamps, and my trusty paddle. I placed these items on the bed next to you. I grabbed the nipple clamps. I put them on your hard nipples. A strange sound escaped between your lips. A mix between pain and pleasure. I adjusted the clamps.

“Roll over and stick your sweet ass high in the air.”

You quickly did as I demanded. I grabbed the paddle. I got off the bed. I ran my hand down your back and then caressed each of your ass cheeks.

“Relax and enjoy Kitten.”

Now you would know this for my enjoyment and your pleasure. I brought the paddle down hard and smacked your ass. You screamed. I brought the paddle down even harder. You screamed a high-pitched scream. When I brought the paddle down this time, I shouted three.

“Count with me.”

I smacked your ass and you shouted four. When we got to forty-two, your ass was bright red. By the time we got to fifty, you could barely say fifty. I looked at your pussy. Your pussy lips were pink and swollen. Your sweet juices were running down your thighs. The paddling caused you as much pleasure as it did pain. I was also aware that every time I had hit you, the nipple clamps had pulled on your nipples.

“Lie on your stomach and relax.”

I returned with cooling cream for your ass. I spread the cream all over your ass and took my time rubbing it in. You were moaning the entire time.

“Roll over.”

You rolled over, so you were lying on your back. I took the nipple clamps off. I took a hot nipple into my mouth and started sucking on it. I rolled your other nipple between my fingers. Your nipples were super sensitive thanks to the clamps. You had a small orgasm.

“I’ll be right back.”

I went into the kitchen and got a knife. I laid the cold steel against your stomach. I felt you tense when you realized I had a knife.

“Relax Kitten. Don’t you trust me?”

“Yes mistress. Of course.”

I waited until you relaxed a little. I ran the knife across your stomach, the cold steel causing goose bumps. I ran the flat surface of the knife up your cleavage. Finally, I grabbed your hands. I cut the scarf, so your hands were free. I grabbed your left hand and made a small cut on your index finger. A couple drops of blood appeared. I put the knife on the dresser top. I licked the two drops of blood from your finger. I decided to remove your blindfold. You smiled up at me.

“How’s your ass,” I asked.

“Fine.”

I smiled back down at you. I moved down to your pussy. 

“How do you want to be fucked?”

“Fast and hard.”

I couldn’t tell whether you sincerely meant that, or you were just trying to please me. I knew you were wet enough to handle the dildo, so I decided I would fuck you good and hard. I spread your legs as wide as possible.

“You have permission to cum whenever.”

I shoved all eight inches into your pussy with one swift motion. You let out a huge moan and begged me to fuck you. I began pumping in and out as quickly as possible. 

“Play with your tits.”

You began grabbing your tits and teasing your nipples which were still highly sensitive thanks to the clamps. You screamed louder than I had ever heard from you before. You cum was gushing out along the sides of the dildo. When I pulled the dildo out of your cunt, there was a loud pop. I licked your sweet nectar up quickly. I handed you the dildo which was still wet with your cum.

“Lick it clean, Kitten.”

I always got so wet from watching you licking your own cum from a dildo. When you were finished, you handed me the dildo back.

“Do you want this in your ass?”

Your eyes lit up with excitement.

“Doggie style.”

You got in position, softly shaking with anticipation. I knew you loved to get fucked in the ass. You were certainly wet enough. I inserted the dildo into your ass, this time a little slower. My intention was not to hurt you. Your tight hole had to stretch to accommodate the eight inch dildo. As I was fucking you in your ass, I reached my left hand around you to stimulate your clit. I asked if you were getting ready to cum and you screamed, “Yes!” I gave you permission to cum and you did a second later. I threw the dildo down onto the floor. I climbed into bed next to you. You rolled on top of me. We made out for about fifteen minutes. When I stopped, we were both gasping for air and sweating. I told you to suck my tits like a baby. You set to work. While you sucked on my nipples, you let your teeth graze over them as well. I was so hot!

“Suck my cunt dry!”

You moved down my body, so your face was inches from my dripping cunt.

“Now,” I yelled at you.

You drove your tongue inside of my pussy. I began humping your face as fast and as hard as I could. I quickly came and you lapped up all of my juices. When you looked up at me, I started laughing. You looked so cute covered in my cum. I pointed to the double-headed dildo still on the bed. You picked it up and handed it to me.

“On the floor.”

We both got up out of bed, and sat across from each other on the floor. I inserted the one end of the dildo into your pussy and then scooted forward, so I could insert the other end into my pussy. I started moving back and forth and soon we had a pace set. I loved it when we both fucked each other simultaneously. You told me you were getting close. 

“Not yet, Kitten.”

You bit your lower lip and slowed down on your end. I picked up the pace on my end. I could see the sweat building on your forehead.

“Don’t you dare,” I said.

I reached down and started rubbing my clit. That was all the extra stimulation I needed. My body started shaking.

“Now Kitten,” I screamed.

You relaxed now that you had permission to cum. The dildo went in and out of you two more times and then you came. You reached your orgasm when I was finishing mine. We rested for awhile, and then you started picking up the toys to clean them like I always expect you to.




Kitten



“Leave them.”

You dropped the toys. I climbed into bed.

“Get in here with me Kitten.”

You crawled over to the bed, turned off the lamp, and climbed in next to me. I held you in my arms. I could feel your heart beating.

“You will always be my Kitten right?”

“As long as you want me to be and I please you.”

Like I said earlier, you were such a smart slut.



Kitten



Her face was broken. She hadn't suffered much for it, a little abuse at the hands of the other women, a great deal of teasing in her early years, but now, as a woman, the tribe simply ignored her. She might have liked it, even enjoyed the freedom her deformity allowed, had it not been for Turan. 

She licked her top lip on reflex. The split below her nose set her apart, but it also made her invisible, and ever since Turan had arrived to overthrow Matok and take leadership of their clan, she'd found her quiet freedom less than a benefit. She wanted him, and he'd never once noticed that a wispy woman with a cat's face wandered in the background of the cave's shadows. 

She slid along the wall opposite the huge, central fire and listened. Turan's sleeping furs mounded nearest the hearth, and as far as she could tell, he slept. But around her, the sounds of night play filled the cave. The tribe's collective grunts and moaning rose to the stone spires overhead and bounced back down, louder, and more hollow. She'd never cared much about them before. 

Since Turan's takeover, however, she'd grown very interested. 

She pressed her back against the stone and watched Sumi give pleasure to one of the hunters. The woman's perfect lips pressed around the man's shaft. Her head bobbed forward and back, making small slurping noises while the hunter groaned and presser his hands into her dark hair. 

The woman pushed back, and she saw her tongue swirl over the pink tip of the hunter's member. A tiny flare of heat woke between her legs. This was not entirely new. Still, she'd never paid it much attention before. 

She slunk further around the wall. No one had claimed Sumi yet. Though the hunter punctuated his groaning with promises along that line. He'd said the same things to Alina the night before. 

Further on, she heard Mynas whimpering. The shadow of a larger stalagmite fell across the couple's sleeping corner, and she tucked herself in behind it and listened to Old Bantin's grunting. His breath's hissed in a rhythm in time to Mynas' squeaking. The old hunter had claimed Mynas two moons ago, and now, they only paired together. Mynas was free of pleasuring anyone else, and Old Bantin enjoyed her more fully than he could an unclaimed woman of the clan. 

Now they sang their lovemaking to the shadows, and it built in speed and fury. She had to look. The warmth between her legs had spread down to her toes and up into her pouting nipples. Her sex pulsed softly. 

She leaned out around the stone spire and watched. 

Bantin stood on his knees, his loin cloth pulled aside, and a thick, purple member thrusting away at Mynas' bare bottom. Her cheeks glowed pale white, even in the dim cave, and her back curled and stretched to offer him purchase. Each time the old man pushed, Mynas pushed back and let out her whimpering sex sounds. 

Thump. Thump. Mynas' neck stretched and her eyes rolled up to the stone ceiling. Thump, grunt. Bantin sped up, banged against the woman's rump with even more fury. 

Her own sex throbbed. She watched hungrily and reached one hand down, sliding it under her leather cloth and exploring her growing want. 

The couple built up speed. Bantin's grunts swelled into a panting groan. She stroked herself and watched him grab Mynas' waist and pound away one last time before seizing, arching back and howling like a man possessed. 

Her fingers swirled and stroked at her hairy mound. She felt pleasure, something she'd never thought to imagine for herself, and wriggled her hand deeper under her cover. Her lips pressed tight against the urge to make sounds. She rubbed harder and squirmed backwards against the unyielding rock. 

As the sensation peaked, she heard a rustle from the hearth, her eyes snapped to the fire and its dance of light and shadow. Her orgasm broke outward, dragging the shivers in her sex out through her limbs, but her pleasure was dimmed by a shock of fear. The shadows, she was sure, hid her movements. Still, Turan's sleeping form had shifted, and their new leader rolled over toward the fire's heat. 

Her heart pounded. She froze in the shadows for a hundred breaths. She watched, but no more movement came from the hearth. The night noises dimmed as couples finished their play and drifted back to their respective corners and bundles of fur. Still, she waited, pulse pounding, until the fire itself faltered and shifted to a low glow, before slinking back to her own nest.

*

She woke late the next morning. The fire crackled with new life, but the clan cave echoed each snap, empty but for her. The hunters would have left first, followed closely by the children and the other women who would spend the day on the plains gathering and playing the games she'd never once been a part of. 

She stretched and shook out her long, ashy hair before crossing to the fire to warm the cold stone floor from her bones. She turned her back on the flames and let the heat tend to her spine. Her eyes drifted to Turan's furs, rumpled and empty, and she felt the urge to go to them, to curl into his indentation, to commit a major offense.

Before she could act on the desire, a shadow fell across the cave mouth. She swiveled towards the exit, expecting Sumi or some of the children looking for breakfast scraps. Her heart stuttered at the man standing in the gap, outlined against a gray sky and staring directly at her. Turan. 

She dropped her eyes to the floor. Not before she caught sight of his broad, bare shoulders, the swept-back, dark hair, the stance that said, I own everything inside this space. She shivered and hunched lower, backing swiftly toward the nearest shadow.

"Stop." He didn't yell, but the command froze her in her tracks. He was clan leader, and his word was law. Still, her bones shook as the attention. 

She heard his footfalls as he crossed the space, stepped down the rock ledge and into the cave's center. She watched his shadow stretch closer. 

"Who are you?" 

Too much. He spoke to her directly, as if she were a person and not a broken thing. She fought the urge to run, cowered only slightly, but her lips failed to form any answer at all. 

"Who are you?" He repeated it, stepped around the fire until she could see the furs wrapping his thick legs in her peripheral. "You live in this cave. I've seen you, sulking alone around our edges. This is my clan, and yet, I do not know you."

"My mother," she'd spoken aloud so rarely that her voice crackled like the fire. "My mother never game me a name."

That would tell him enough. He would know then, that she was not whole, that her life was not worth his time. She shuffled her feet and took another step back. 

"Stop." His hand came out, neither gently nor rough, and he took her by the shoulders. "Show me," he said. 

She sighed and tried to look at him. Years of hiding waged a war against the fires blooming where his hands met her flesh. Turan, so close, and they were all alone. Better to let him see than keep thinking along that line. She raised her head and faced him, feeling a spark of defiance despite his status—and her lack of it. 

"Ah." He nodded. She felt shame. Her head dipped away, but his hand flashed out and caught her chin. He cradled it and lifted her face into the light. "Not so bad," he said. One finger reached up. He traced the split from her nose down, brushing her upper lip. "You are strong. You survived, little kitten." 

His words shamed her, but the flush she felt was only partly embarrassed. His hand hadn't dropped away, and one thick finger rested against her lip. The place between her legs flared to life again. 

"I had a kitten once," he said. "Tyger cub. My clan killed the mother, and I found the kit hiding nearby." 

She sensed he didn't speak to her then, that his mind had drifted to another place and he shared something he shouldn't. These words were for himself. What did it matter if a broken woman heard them? She was nothing. 

"I hid it." His eyes dropped to hers, and they burned. "I hid it under my sleeping furs at night. In my wrap during the day."

"What happened to it?" She spoke without thinking, and clapped a hand over her mouth, over his hand on her lip. He didn't pull away. 

"My father found it." His eyes hardened. The muscle in his jaw tightened and she knew exactly what had happened. She didn't have to ask. 

For a moment, they stood like that. Touching and silent while the clan leader brooded over his loss. He stared past her, through her into the horrors of youth and life and death. Then he shook his head like a dog and his eyes found her again. She put her hand down, trembling in his gaze. His finger traced her deformity again. 

"Little kitten." He breathed in and out. "Will you hide under my sleeping robes?"

Her heart stuttered. He didn't mean it. No man would ask her for pleasure. She was nothing. But Turan moved to his furs and sat. He looked at her and raised one dark brow, then flipped the edge of his loin cloth up in an unmistakable gesture. 

She leapt to obey. 

Kneeling in front of him, she felt the heat in her belly churn with nerves. She'd watched this often enough, but she'd never been asked to do it. Her eyes flickered to his face, sure she'd missed his meaning, but he nodded and his hands lifted the leather further. 

She ducked under, facing one muscled thigh and trembling with both fear and excitement. His leg shifted, opening and she turned to center and eyed his stiff shaft. It stood at attention, thick and pink. A sprinkle of dark hair grew at the base, and his head shone with a drop of liquid. 

Her tongue darted out to taste it. Turan. She'd never even dared to dream this far. His sticky fluid tasted sweet and salty. She licked again and heard him moan. The sound released her and she moved forward, lapping at the shaft, tasting and measuring him with her tongue. 

He moved his legs wider, and she felt his hands on the back of her head. His voice husked, "Touch it, kitten." 

Her hands obeyed. She wrapped his member in one hand and let the other tease the soft sack below. He groaned and wiggled closer. 

"Suck, kitten." 

She took him in her mouth and sucked hard. Her body burned with excited fire, and she forgot what to do next. Her tongue swirled over the tip of him and she sucked harder. His hands guided her to action. That's right. She remembered Sumi's motion, the bobbing of her head. His shaft filled her, touched the back of her throat and pushed against it. Turan's hands lifted and pushed until she found the rhythm. His voice, the voice she listened for from the shadows, groaned in pleasure and whispered encouragement. 

"Yes, kitten. Mmm. That's it."

She sped up on her own, and he let her take over, only holding her head and stroking her long hair as she worked. 

"Oh, kitten," he whispered. "Good. So good."

His words fell on her like sunshine. Praise was something she had never known. She shifted position and tried to take more of him, to devour him and all he represented. Too soon, he stiffened, and she felt his release spill forward. It washed her mouth in salt and she gulped it greedily, let him slide down her throat and live inside her. His legs twitched and his mouth howled something unintelligible. 

She didn't want to stop. He shivered, and pulled back, but she reached for him, lapped and suckled until his hands pressed her back gently. 

"Easy, kitten." He stroked her hair and sighed. "Easy." 

A surge of emotion shook her frame. She leaned against his thigh and let it wash over, felt tears sting for the first time since she was a child. Since she'd learned to ignore her feelings. Turan's hands pet her hair. He didn't move or push her away. He stroked and petted her and whispered, "kitten."

*

The second morning, she cried again. She hadn't expected him to come, had planned to live in her shadows with only the memory of his taste, of his hands, to ease her loneliness. Instead he returned, after the others had gone. He asked for her again. 

The third day, she made him scream out loud. Her fingers, emboldened by his return, wandered lower and found the soft spot behind his sack. He pressed her head tight and howled when she stroked him there. He panted and praised her and came faster and harder than before. 

On the fourth day, Sumi caught them. 

The woman snarled when she entered the cave and found Turan engaged in the throws of pleasure with her between his legs. She saw the hatred on Sumi's face, and a part of her sparked to it. She drew her tongue more slowly up their leader's member, and she sucked the head with a smile curling over her lips. 

For a week, he came for her. Each morning, he would appear in the cave mouth and call softly, "Here, kitten." For a week, she lived fully in the joy of him. She basked in his attention and forgot her broken face. Sometimes, while she worked his sex, his finger would drop to trace the line of her deformity. He never hesitated to touch it, and he never once cringed away. 

She left her shadows more. She ate her leftovers as soon as the tribe finished dining. She slept a few feet closer to the fire, and she never guessed what mischief Sumi's whispers might be brewing until the hunters came for her.

She heard their steps approaching and froze beside the fire. Turan wouldn't return just yet. The skies outside the cave had barely shifted into day. Their voices reached her, their laughing, and she scurried to the nearest shadow to hide. 

But they'd come to find her. She knew it the instance they showed in the doorway. Their stances were off, predatory, and their voices hissed. "Here, kitty." 

She wanted to stay hidden, but she knew the rules. No one had claimed her yet. No one would. Her years of invisibility had faltered in Turan's attention, and now her price would come due. She shuffled from the wall, head down and back hunched. One of the hunters laughed. 

They argued for a moment over who would be first. She listened and felt her bile rise. This was the life she'd missed. This was the prize she'd won by showing herself to their leader. She wanted to hide again, to slink back to her shadow and die. 

One of the hunters--the winner or loser of the debate, she couldn't tell--stepped forward. He stood with legs apart and flipped up his leathers. A long, curving shaft stood pointing to the cave ceiling. It was thin and ugly, and he waved it back and forth at her. 

"You." His voice demanded. "Come here." 

She scuttled like a crab, half squatting and half crawling over the stone floor. He waved the thing again, and it brushed her hair. His voice grunted and she saw his member twitch. 

"Come on." 

She lifted her hand. 

"Kitten!" Turan's voice split the cave air. It boomed and echoed off the back wall. "Here, Kitten!"

The hunters spun around. She flew past them, ran to the mouth and knelt beside Turan's loincloth. His hand rested on her head. 

For a moment, no one spoke. The she heard them whisper. The whole tribe slunk up behind their leader, watching, shifting from foot to foot and waiting for the challenge that would come. Sumi's talk had spawned this, and now, there would have to be a resolution. 

Inside the cave, the hunters huddled and glared at Turan. Their eyes were hungry for more than her attention. In this, she was nothing again, only a thing to use against him, a test of his leadership. 

He pulled her to her feet, placed his hand at the back of her neck and steered her to the hearth. There he sat and opened his legs. She fell between them, ready, worshiping all that he was. But Turan didn't lift his leather. He glared at the hunters who circled the fire to stand beside his mound of furs. They said nothing, only waited there beside the flames. 

"What?" Turan's voice snapped, and she sensed something new in it, an insecurity she couldn't name. "What do you do?"

The first hunter shrugged. "We'll wait," he said. His voice lowered. "We'll wait our turn."

Turan growled back at them. She trembled when he stood, when his hand found her shoulder and lifted her to her feet again. His grip was firm, less gentle and backed by the fierce eyes he flashed from her to the hunters and back. She knew fear. He would toss her to them now. He had to. 

Instead, he pushed her. She fell back across his furs and lay there stunned. Turan stood between her legs, and the whispers died. Silence swept into the cave like a demon. His eyes found hers, and he nodded so softly that she barely caught it. He put his hands on her thighs and spread her legs. He meant to claim her. 

She shook her head. How could he do this thing? She was broken, unwanted. She was nothing. His words came back to her, You are strong. You survived. 

"Kitten." He leaned over and she felt the weight against her belly. "Kitten?" 

She nodded once, tears blinding her. She felt his hands pull her leathers aside. His member pressed against her sex, and she closed her eyes tight. He wanted her enough to do this. A stab of pain married to his first thrust. She grit her teeth against it and felt him fill her. His hair brushed at her legs. He pushed deeper and their bodies joined. The tribe gasped in disbelief.

Turan moved slowly, withdrew a ways and then pushed back inside. She felt pleasure mix with the stretching. Her center pulsed and throbbed, and he stroked again, out and in. He grunted and pressed himself deeper into her. 

The clan drifted away. The thing was done. No one could touch her now. She belonged to Turan. She belonged. A few lingered to watch, but their whispers drowned in Turan's grunting. 

His hands reached for her breasts. She felt his fingers at her nipples and little sparks shot out and down her spine. 

"Kitten," he murmured. His shaft ground into her. His mouth fell and licked at her breasts. Her own pleasure built around his. "Kitten, Kitten." 

He was strong. He would lead the tribe for many years without challenge. His hands gripped her hips and he tilted her and pushed against his own thrusts. She clenched her muscles, squeezed around him and moaned her own delight. He would rule for a long time, yes. But he would be hers forever. 

When his voice changed, she knew his peak was near. She'd learned it and welcomed the stiffening of his legs, the spasm that shook his staff inside her. She was his as well. She was someone. He howled it into the cave, "Kitten!" She had a name. 

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Kitten



I was having a short nap on my favorite pillow when my Master finally came home. I lifted my head and eyed him stepping through the doorway before deciding to leave the safety of the couch to meet him. I had been lying in the afternoon sun most of the day so when I stepped out of it to welcome my Master home, my skin chilled uncomfortably. I felt my nipples harden from the sudden, unwelcome cool air of the room. I didn't have to glance down to know they were showing through my shirt but I did anyway, out of habit. They always looked to me like little pencil erasers, especially the color - salmon pink. I stopped in front of my Master to welcome him back with an excited "weebus" and a hug. I nuzzled my cheek against his chest and I felt his warm arm wrap around me and his hand pet my hair and soft kitten ears. My ears twitched slightly from his touch - it tickled a little. I stood on my tiptoes and gave his cheek a small kitty lick to show my appreciation. 

When I was satisfied that he wasn't going to be leaving me again anytime soon, I broke my hug and followed him into the dining room. He sat and I brought him the meal I had prepared for him, still warm. Once I had set it in front of him, I sat down on the clean floor beside him to lay my head in his lap. Having already had my favorite jelly sandwich and lots of milk, I enjoyed being close to my Master. My tail swayed calmly and I traced lines with my finger on his thigh while he ate his supper. 

When he was done eating, I stood and took the dishes into the kitchen so I could wash them. After having done that, I followed the sound of the television to the living room and sat beside him on the couch, once more laying my head in his lap. He had changed into a light shirt and boxers while I was in the kitchen. After watching the t.v. with him for a few minutes, I became bored and directed my attention to the front of his boxers, beside where I laid my head. I had been a little horny all day so I wanted to try to entice him as much as I could. 

I wasn't sure how I could entice him while still seeming innocent so I lightly fingered the material at the hem of his boxers, my fingers brushing against his skin occasionally. I stopped. He must have noticed me because he laid his hand on my side, just below my breast. When I felt satisfied that he wasn't going to chastise me for it, I pulled the hem up a little and lightly rubbed my fingertips against his thigh. He made no movement. 

Abandoning the skin just under the hem, I let my fingers wander to brush against the material beside where I thought his cock might be. 

At this, he spoke, "What are you doing, kitten?" 

"What do you mean, Master?" I asked in what I hoped was an innocent tone. 

"You know what I'm referring to," he said persistently.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I see what you're doing," he laughed lightly.

"You're crazy!" I countered playfully. That said, I continued to play with the material. 

I could still feel his hand on my side. Spontaneously, I took his hand in mine and brought it to my breast. With my hand over his, I pressed his hand against me. The nipple was already hard. I left his hand there to rub the skin just beside his cock through the fabric. His hand remained still on me. My fingers ventured further until I felt him underneath my hand. I used a single finger to rub him through the material and I felt his fingers lightly brushing against my nipple. He became harder as I continued feeling him. 

I lifted my head so that I could pull the band of his boxers down far enough to be able to slip my hand in. I let my fingers travel the skin of his thigh and pelvis before finding his dick again. By this time, he had hardened considerably for me. I slid my fingers up the shaft before finally settling to circle the tip of his head with two of my fingers. I felt him squeeze and gently twist my hard nipple. Faltering, I slid my fingers back down his shaft again to wrap my hand around the base of his cock. My hand wrapped tight around his dick, I slowly slid my hand up to the head of his cock, and back down to the base again. I did this a few more times before feeling the urge to taste him. 

"Master." I wanted his attention.

"Yes, kitten?" he obliged.

"Can I...?" I moved my hand to clutch the waist of his boxers. 

"Can you what?"

"I want to take them off," I said shyly.

He lifted his hips enough for me to slide the annoying boxers off of him so I could get at what I wanted. He removed his hand from my breast and I turned so that I was on my hands and knees, my mouth just inches from his dick. Dropping onto my forearm, I used my right hand to steady him and tentatively licked the head of his cock once. I thought for a moment before licking him again. I liked how he tasted. 

Slipping the head into my mouth, I alternated between swirling my tongue around on his sensitive skin and sucking on it, which gave me more of the saltiness I craved. Wanting more of him in my mouth, I lowered my head on him until I felt the head rub against the back of my throat. I paused there and licked the underside of his cock less than gently with my tongue. My hand wandered to cup and play with his balls. I wasn't sure if I would be able to get the rest in but I wanted to make my Master happy with me. 

Slowly, I continued lowering my head until most of him was in my mouth, and the rest down my throat. I lifted my head off him enough to breathe, then slid back down on him again. I couldn't get enough of his cock. I slipped him out of my mouth again and licked up the shaft to circle the head with my tongue again before shoving him back in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down on his dick for a while longer while I rubbed his balls between my fingers and then sucked on just the head of him. 

"Kitten," he managed to say. He moved his hand up from where it had been on my shoulder to rest in my hair. 

"Yes, Master?" I looked up at him and asked after lifting my mouth off his cock. 

"Stand up and take everything off for me."

Obediently, I stood from my place on the couch. I started by slowly lifting my shirt, my fingers brushing against the skin of my taut tummy and navel, over my full breasts and excited pink nipples, and finally over my head. I paused for a moment to run my hands up my stomach and over my breasts, stopping momentarily to tease my little nipples before I turned and hooked my fingers on the sides of my shorts. Bending over, I pulled both them and my panties down at the same time and pushed my tail aside so my Master could see my wet, hairless pussy from where he still sat. When I turned to face him once more, he stood and removed his shirt, then roughly took me by the arm to the arm of the couch. 

"Bend over," he instructed me. 

I remained still. I was becoming nervous - he hadn't taken my virginity yet. Was he planning on it now? 

He repeated himself, "Bend over it."

His patience was wearing thin and I was afraid to make him angry with me so, reluctantly, I bent over the arm of the couch, my forearms resting on it. He moved close enough to me that I felt his hard cock against my ass and his hands held onto my hips.

"Move your tail out of the way." 

"Yes, Master," I said anxiously.

I took my soft tail and held it to my chest, between my breasts. My breathing was shallow, quick. I couldn't tell if it was because I was nervous or because I was so horny. It made me feel so helpless to be bent over this way, open to him, and I couldn't resist it. 

Slowly, he began rubbing the head of his dick between my wet pussy lips. Occasionally, it brushed over my clit. I couldn't keep myself from breathing heavily, gasping, and trying to push myself onto his cock. When I tried to get him to slide into me, he moved his cock so I couldn't get it in. He took my hair in his hand and pulled on it so my back arched.

"Beg me to fuck you," he said in my ear. 

"Master..please fuck me."

"You'll have to do better than that," he said, wrapping his arm across my stomach, just underneath my breasts. 

"Please, I need your big cock inside my virgin pussy. Please fuck me, Master," I gasped breathlessly. 

At this, he forced all of his length into me at once and I gasped sharply. My pussy felt sensitive, and sore, and filled all at once - I loved it. Still holding onto my hair, he slid his dick out of me, and shoved it back in again. I couldn't keep myself from moaning. I couldn't believe I was being fucked; it felt so much more filling than I had expected, stretched around him, almost. What I liked most were the noises we were making like this; the wet, slapping noise of his cock sliding in my tight pussy and his balls hitting against me. 

Before long, I could feel myself beginning to tense up and I pushed myself back on his cock, urging him to fuck me harder, faster. I could hardly think anymore; all I knew is that I desperately wanted him to keep fucking me. He kept sliding his cock inside me faster until he groaned and I suddenly felt warm inside. The thought that I could make him cum sent me over the edge too. My pussy squeezed down on his cock and I couldn't keep myself quiet, it felt too good. 

When both of our orgasms had finally settled, he slowly pulled his cock out of me and I felt some of his cum begin to slide down my leg. He let go of my hair and stepped back so I could turn around to face him. I looked up at him and he kissed me. 

"It's time for us to take a shower, kitten," he said before turning to walk away. 

Eagerly, I followed after him, my ears perked and my tail swinging excitedly. I hoped it would be like this every night from now on!



Kitten



This is my first submission to Literotica, and , well, my first time writing anything remotely erotic too! I hope it lives up to at least one person's standards. Feel free to leave constructive criticism in the comments, should you feel that I can improve, and please remember that insults won't be necessary. Thank you very much 

~ Defiantly Submissive ~ 

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Heavy footsteps fall swiftly behind me. 

Their echo in the large hallway is all I can focus on, much to my dismay. I need to escape, I need to concentrate. There is no time for fear!

But the terror was mind and body-consuming; He had warned me one too many times to not run. 

Just as I reach the end of the hall, the footfalls sound closer. Too close. 

Stupid, stupid girl! You should have thought this through. You should have planned!

Tears blur my vision as I struggle for breath. I cannot agree more with the reprimanding in my head.

Suddenly I feel pressure on my scalp and I am jerked backwards by my hair. I give a squeal, beginning to sob. I try and fight the hand that has caught me; I scratch, I hit, but to no avail. He is too strong. I've been aware of this since the day He bought me. It is almost beyond both of us as to why I continue to flee. It all seems so pointless now that He has captured me again. Still, I cannot stop the begging. It has almost become a routine. 

"Please, please, please," I scream as He begins to drag me, fist filled with my hair, back to his room. "You could just let me go home! Let me go home you sick fucking bastard!"

He ignores me, but I continue shouting profanities as if it will actually change anything.

All too soon we are at the wooden door. Pressing me firmly into the wall, He releases my hair, only to grip my neck. He quickly turns the knob and I find myself on the floor, my back taking most of the impact of my 'fall'. I groan, feeling the cuts beneath my -well His- t-shirt beginning to re-open.

Suddenly He is standing over me, His facial expression terrifying. His blue eyes are narrowed, His eyebrows and mouth frowning harshly. Though I am scared, I cannot bring myself to look away. Slowly I allow my features to turn into a snarl. As I open my mouth, I taste the salty tears on my tongue.

"Stand up, take off your clothes, and bend over the bed," He orders, His voice laced with controlled anger.

But I do not obey.

Sighing impatiently, he repeats himself, this time his voice taking on a warning edge.

I count to five in my head. I know that is the only chance He ever gives me.

One. He stands still before me, waiting.

Two. He shuffles his feet.

Three. His hands ball into tight fists.

Four-

I am forced to stand as He grabs a bunch of my hair, yanking me towards Him. I yelp, striking out at Him with my hands and feet. It only makes Him more aggressive as He throws me onto the bed. I attempt to run away but find I am pressed into the mattress, His knee digging into my back. I hear the sound of the bedside drawer opening, and then I feel rope looping around my wrists. My hands are tied behind me.

His body leaves mine. The boxers He had allowed me to wear as clothing are yanked unceremoniously down to my knees. The plain white t-shirt is quite literally ripped off me. 

"Stop!" I cry. I want no part of this. I cannot handle this.

I am not allowed to think anymore as I am struck forcefully. I scream as my ass protests against the pain. But there is something else, there is always something else. I always feel a deep tingling every time I am lashed with His belt. It is not enough to overwhelm the pain, but it is enough to confuse and excite me.

I am hit again. And again. And again, until He steps away from me. 

His calm voice startles me. "Who's your Master, Kitten?"

I cringe as I hear the pet name, feeling the shame consume me. More than a few times He has been able to make me say what He wants to hear. I will not allow Him the satisfaction this time. He has done too much to me.

"Fuck you," I growl. 

Smack. 

I am whipped again, His belt overlapping a previous lash.

"One of those words was correct. The other is not necessary and I think you know how I feel about you swearing, Kitten," He warns.

"Stop fucking calling me that!"

Smack.

"I don't think you make the orders around here, Kitten. In fact, I'm certain of that."

I don't reply as I am belted again.

Suddenly my head is yanked back, and a searing hot pain consumes my face. He had lashed me, dangerously close to my eye. I screech a deafening sound. As I fall forward into the mattress, I begin sobbing. The tingling in my core that I had felt before has disappeared.

"Who's your Master, Kitten?" He shouts.

I know it will only get worse from here. I cannot afford to test the lines that He will cross to make me submit. So, I give it up. For now.

"Y-You."

"What was that? I didn't hear you." He whips my back.

"You, Master!"

"Tell me you belong to Me, Kitten." 

Cringing, I shout "I belong to you, Master!" 

"Good girl. But it almost amuses me that you only seem to know who owns you when Master is inflicting pain."

His words confuse me, until I feel His hand caress my sore behind. His touch makes me hold my breath as His hands travel to my inner thighs, alternating between tickling my skin softly and making long, deep scratches. He leans over me and kisses my shoulder gingerly, occasionally nibbling my flesh. Each touch brings pleasure to my core and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. 

At the same time I am bemused. He has always simply taken what He wants; He has never considered my feelings. I was almost grateful for that, the fact that I had never enjoyed being raped. But at this moment, I am not entirely certain about my initial thoughts and sensibilities. My rationality had, apparently, been poured down the drain to be replaced by the fulfillment of His touch.

A finger runs up my tender flesh and I shudder, knowing He is aware of the wetness that has gathered at my entrance. 

"You're awfully soaked, Kitten." He comments, His voice amused. I want nothing more than to punch Him right now. But I am angrier at myself. My body is betraying me; I feel unclean.

As His finger slides back down and begins to run circles around my swelling clit, I moan into the soaked sheets, unable to stop myself. I hear Him laugh behind me and my cheeks begin to burn. 

Patronising bastard.

"Stop," I whine. I will not allow this man to elicit such feelings from me. He could beat me, rape me, but He will never have the satisfaction of making me scream!

Again, He ignores me.

For a moment His fingers leave my throbbing pussy. Placing His hands on my rear, He begins to knead the flesh there roughly. I groan once again. He is teasing me too much.

To my utter horror, I feel His hot breath caress my folds before His tongue laps gently at my clit. I suck in a deep breath, bucking my hips. I fight against my restraints pointlessly. Never before have I felt such divine sensations brought to me by the control of another. His wet tongue dances slow, torturous circles around my nub, and I cannot focus on much else. 

When He abruptly pulls away from me completely, I whine in protest, to be answered with yet another laugh. 

"Tell me how badly you want me."

I shut my eyes tightly, feeling the frustration ready to burst out of me at any second. This was mental torture, and suddenly I wanted to play the victim.

"Please!" 

I gasp loudly when His palm strikes my wet pussy, the noise of the impact sounding obscene. 

"Use your words, Kitten. I know you're not stupid."

He smacks me again as I hesitate.

"I want you..." I whisper into the sheets

"Excuse me?"

"I want you." I mutter.

Smack.

"I want you!" 

When He smacks me again I am confused, until I realise. I sigh in defeat; the pleasure was simply too overwhelming.

"I want you, Master. Please."

"You want me to what, Kitten? Please what?" I do not have to look at Him to know that He is smirking.

"Please make me cum, Master."

I almost cannot believe it when His tongue returns to my pussy, this time slipping two fingers inside. It had always been about Him.

I cry out loudly as He begins to pump swiftly and roughly. The mixture of the pain brought by His fingers and the pleasure from His tongue create a deep clenching in the pit of my stomach. I cannot help the loud whines that escape my mouth. It is all too much... It feels so good...

I cum hard, screaming my release as I bite the sheets beneath me. His fingers have left but His tongue draws out my orgasm, and I shudder as my clit is simply reduced to a bundle of nerves.

The only sound to be heard is the heavy panting from both of us as He unties my wrists.

Carefully, He places them at my sides, leaning over to kiss my neck softly. 

"Good little Kitten," He whispers in my ear. "Do you see how it could be if you behaved more often?"

I don't react – I can't – instead I lay there, a sobbing mess of confusion. All initial pain had subsided, but now I feel as though I am an object, simply a toy for this man to play with.

And I like it.



Kitten



This story is an adult story, menage, m/m/m/m with bondage, spanking, and happy kinks. 

These are new characters. Let me know how you like them, uh? I could maybe do a bunch of stories with them. I'm also working on the redo of The Pet tonight... which I keep thinking about, starting and all that.. but I think this weekend is the real deal :) 

*****

The touch was gentle, drawing Dove out of sleep just a little. His eyes opened just enough to see the time display. Just a little after midnight. The hand under his cheek, covering his mouth tightened a little. "Hello, Kitten. Don't scream now. It's not time for that." Another hand caressed down over his tee-shirt, tugged at the edge of his boxers. "I want to hear you scream when my slides into that tender little ass of yours."

Dove wiggled, trying to get away from the strong arms holding him, but they only tightened around him. The man holding him smelled like spice and clean soap, maybe a little like gun oil and leather. The hand over his mouth made a jumble of his words.

His husband had been gone on an undercover mission for a month. There had been no way to know exactly when he'd get home. He'd hoped though, so he'd worn heart boxers and a tee-shirt from a high school where they'd both been under cover early in their careers. Now, held in strong arms, he was more than happy to be a scared virgin. "Nooo," he begged, struggling, rubbing his tight ass against his attacker's.

"Oh," the smooth deep voice purred, "You don't want my thick cock in that cute little ass? I told you not to be jacking off either. I bet you were, weren't you? Were you daydreaming about your sweet little hole giving into me?"

Dove struggled wildly, trying to kick his attacker, slender hips bucking as a firm and slipped under his boxers and took hold of his cock, stroking the already hard flesh. His denials muffled against the hand over his mouth, he shook his head, drawing back from the invading strokes.

"I love when you fight me," the man said. "Tonight it's not just a blow job though. Tonight I'm gonna fuck your ass and I brought some buddies."

Real blush burned over Dove's cheeks and he shook his head.

"Oh yes," Mac growled, rubbing his thumb over Dove's tender penis. "And I'm going to let them have a look at your little hole when it's got my jizz dripping out of it. Maybe they'll want a ride too."

Dove cried out as he was rolled, his more powerful captor rolling him, pulling slender arms behind his back so he could cuff them behind his back. Kicking his legs, he screamed. "Stop! My roommates will be home any time!"

"Oh I don't think so," Mac said, running his fingers through his captive's long silky brown hair. "I knew I needed to really have you tonight, so I paid them not to come home. Tonight's the night, baby. Just think how good it's going to feel having my cum warm in your belly?"

"Please," Dove begged, tears flowing down his cheeks. "You don't have to do this. Please, Mac. At last not in front of your friends."

"Oh now way, baby. I need them to see your sweet ass swallow up my cock. I've been telling them for a month about how hot you are."

"No, no, please," Dove begged as Mac dragged him up to his feet. "Who's here?"

"Tye and Allie," Mac said, dragging a sleep mussed Dove out to the common room. "You know them. They think you're really hot, baby. They've been wanting to get their cocks in you too."

Crying, Dove tried to hold back, making Mac sweep him up in his arms and carry him kicking and crying into the living room.

The other two mercenary boys were still in their tactical gear, weapons out on the table, at least one pistol in the process of being cleaned.

Tye looked up, smiled a tight smile. "Hey, Dove. Sorry you couldn't go with us on the last mission. I can't wait to see your tight little ass get loosened up."

Dove blushed as he tried to turn, to hide from his teammates. "No! You don't want that! Stop! Let me go!"

Tye was a graceful man, easily the tallest of them all, with spiky red hair and green eyes.

Allie smirked. "He's been very bad while we were gone. I bet he fucked himself thinking about us." 

"No!" Dove cried out, "I didn't! I'm not like that! I'm... I'm."

"He's still a virgin," Mac said, sitting down in the biggest chair, a big black leather chair. He pulled his little captive into his lap. "You all know computer guys can't get laid... and when they do they really like it rough."

Dove thought he couldn't blush anymore but sitting there on Mac's lap, his growing erection perfectly visible under the thin cotton of his boxers, he thought he'd die of mortification.

"I don't know about all of them," Tye said as he gently forced a swab into his dismantled pistol. "But this one does. "I want to see him cry from the spanking he deserves."

"What about it, Allie? Does he deserve a good spanking?"

"Totally," Allie said, smiling. Half Korean, with a shoulder length blond hair, Allie was easily the most beautiful of the group and probably the most deadly. "I want to hear him beg us to stop."

"You heard'em," Mac said gleefully as he uncuffed Dove's hands. He gave him no escape opportunity though, simply flipped the lean programmer across his lap and pinned him there.

"Please don't! Please don't spank me! I've been good!" Dove kicked, struggling, trying in vain to reach for something he could grab onto. "I'm sorry! I'll give everyone... blow jobs!" He sobbed, his ass clenching tight.

"You sure will," Tye agreed. "Let's see that little ass, Mac."

Taking his time, Mac pulled the captive programmer's boxers down, inch-by-inch, revealing creamy smooth ass. Mach ran his bare hand over that soft skin. "He smells like roses. Do you think he shaved this pretty little ass just for us?"

"Bastards," Dove cried out as Mac's hand slipped between his tight cheeks and pressed against his little pink hole. "Bastards!"

"Oh baby," Mac said, moving his hand into position to start the spanking. "You're going to love it." He tightened his hold on the programmer and started. The sound of flesh against flesh, hard slaps, held breath, Tye's pistol being cleaned... it was as though time stopped. Dove pressed his hips down against Mac's lap for the first few smacks, then put as if he could escape the building fire somehow.

The spanking was skilled, just enough to set his ass on fire, not enough to really set in bruises or welts, orderly, as if the programmer had no hope at all of escaping it. His ass was turning bright red when he finally lost it, wailing like a baby. Emotion that he'd been bottling since his husband left on the mission flared and he screamed, clinging to Mac's legs. Slowly the spanking eased back until it was just light spanks, encouraging the last of the tears. Then Mac lifted him up, cuddling him for a bit. Gently, he put his hands behind him again, fastening them there with soft terry cloth bracelets with hook and loop tape. He kissed his captive's cheeks, then his lips, accepting a gentle kiss back. "There now that wasn't so bad was, pet?"

"It hurt," Dove complained. "You perverts like seeing me cry."

"Well, yeah," Allie said. "You ready to have my cock down your throat?"

"Fuck you," Dove said, sniffling still. "I'll never suck your cock!"

Mac rubbed his back. "You're just still mad because you got the spanking you deserve. Lay over my lap and I'll give your pretty little ass some cooling medicine."

"No!" Dove said, trying to jump away, but before he could get off his captor's lap, he was flipped over again, a possessive hand sliding over his tender little ass. "I won't give you my virginity!"

"Who said anything about giving, sweetheart," Tye said, cocking his gun before putting it away. "Tonight's your wedding night, pretty boy. That little ass of yours is going to get plowed."

Dove was about about to start protesting and struggling, but Mac, rubbed his back, soothed him. "Just relax, Dove. You've wanted this for a long time. You know you have. It'll hurt a lot less if you try to relax."

Laying there across Mac's lap, his boxers around his thighs, his spanked ass lifted up, he knew he couldn't get out of it. "But it is going to hurt and ... and you guys will... see me."

"Yes," Allie said wickedly, "We're going to see you all turned on and sweaty as we fuck you. The pain let's you know that you belong to us from now on. It'll hurt less next time."

"Please don't do this to me," he begged as Mac rubbed his little pucker.

"Tye, want to help me hold his cheeks apart while I give him the supository?"

"Oh god," Dove complained, blushing so brightly even his spanked cheeks darkened.

"Yeah," Tye agreed happily. His fingers were longer than Mac's fingers, cooler too because they hadn't been spanking him. He cried in shame and hid his face as the mercenary spread his cheeks apart, leaving the little valley unprotected.

Mac rubbed the pink puckered skin to help it relax then touched a drop off cool gel to it, rubbing that around before a slick suppository was slowly pressed past tight muscle. Mac pushed it deep into him where it would melt and deliver its medicine. "That was a good boy," Mac said, "You're our sweet little pet. It's only right that we get to fuck you."

"I can't do it," Dove cried as Mac's thick finger moved in and out slowly, caressing his sensitive passage. "Let me go, please!"

"Oh you don't have to do it, Kitten. We're going to do it for you. Now the boys are going to take you into the playroom and help you get dressed. I'm going to get cleaned up too, then I'm coming for your virgin ass." Mac slipped his pet off his lap to kneel between his legs, so he could brush dark hair back from his blushing tear-stained cheeks. "Tell me you understand that you can't stop me from making you completely mine tonight?"

Dove looked up from where he kelt, silky brown hair still clinging to wet cheeks, violet eyes bright with tears. "Yes, Master, I understand. Please, don't let them watch."

"Now what kind of request is that? After I take you, my love, they are going to have you too. You belong to all of us and we are going to take good care of you, but your tight little ass is going to be ours anytime we want it. We can make you bend over at work, pass you around while we're enroute. I'm going to spank you as much as I want, whenever I want. Every day you're going to have my seed in that little belly of yours. Tell me you understand that this is my right as your master."

"Yes, Master. It is your right to enjoy me anyway you wish."

"Allie and Tye are your masters too. We are all going to put our mark on you tonight and when you go into work tomorrow, you have to tell admin that you have new marks on your beautiful skin. Don't fight them when they prepare you."

"I'm scared," Dove whispered.

"The medicine I put in your little ass is going to help you relax. My cock is going to slide into you like silk. You're body will welcome me."

"It's still gonna hurt," Allie said gleefully. "Even when we take our turns."

Dove bit his lower lip, but bowed his head in submission, soft long hair slipping from his shoulder.

"Boys, take our little bitch to his bed."

They'd both slipped out of their coats, weapon belts. Each of them took one of his arms and lifted him to his feet. Mac pulled his boxers down, letting them fall to the floor.

Dove still struggled, dragging his feet, crying, but the two very strong men carried him back into his bedroom and peeled his shirt off over his head. "Do you need another spanking, kitten," Tye asked gently.

After a moment of hesitation, Dove shook his head.

"On your knees," Tye said firmly as he opened his pants.

Wrists still bound behind his back, now on his knees, lips wet and flushed, he stared up at the mercenary in his bedroom. "What.. what do you want?"

"Right now, I want you to open your mouth. I'm going to push my cock in and you're not going to bite me. Understand."

"No, please," Dove begged, not wanting the thick flesh in his mouth.

"I am also your master, Kitten and you are going to suck my cock." Calloused fingers brushed over his lips, then slipped between them forcing his mouth open. "It won't be that bad. You're going to learn to love my cock."

Held firmly, his mouth forced open, Dove whimpered as the velvety head slide across his tongue and into his mouth. He moaned, sending vibrations through the powerful man's cock. He protested, but the cock slid deeper into his mouth, pressing right to the back of his mouth. Where Mac smelled like spicy soap, Tye smelled like adrenaline, sweat, warmth, masculine power. The hands on his mouth combed up into his hair, holding onto him almost desperately as his mouth was slowly fucked. Arms bound behind him, fingers laying on his burning ass, he submitted, moaning in pleasure as they took care of each other. Tye held onto him, slowly going deeper. "That's it my Kitten, take me all in, trust me, relax your throat."

He gave another struggle, needing Tye to hold him as much as Tye needed to hold.

"Stop fighting me," Tye growled, holding tighter, taking a fistful of long brown hair. "You're getting face fucked, Kitten."

Dove leaned forward, taking Tye in just a little deeper, cutting off his own breath for a moment. Then the fucking started seriously, fast and deep, the tall mercenary groaning, clinging and then he came, deep and thrusting, spilling hot cream down his throat. Dove sucked and cradled the cock in his mouth, swallowing the most intimate body fluid.

Powerful fingers, not Mac, not Tye, the fingers of an archer, of a tightly wound Korean man, slipped into his hair, taking a demanding hold. His head was pulled back, the softening cock pulling free. Dark brown eyes smiled down at him predatorily. "My turn, Kitten. Lift him up on the bed."

"No more," Dove begged, struggling as the two powerful mercenaries lifted him up, stretching him out on the bed, so his head hung over a little, lips open. Unswallowed cum trickled out of the corner of his mouth. Slender legs kicked at Tye as the big man caught thrashing legs, pinning one under his arm, while he rolled a knee high white stocking up Dove's leg. Once the stocking was on, Tye cuffed the leg with a soft leather cuff and hooked his leg to spreader bar hanging from the ceiling.

As Tye worked on dressing his other leg in silky with, with a black bow at the thigh, Allie forced Dove's mouth open. There was less resistance this time, more licking, sucking and Allie took his time, caressing, soothing, not going as deep. It was a different style, needing less control, but no less connected.

When Tye finished preparing Dove's legs, he moved around behind Allie. He started kissing the pretty blond's neck. One hand caressed into Dove's hair, the other encircled Allie's cock, stroking as Dove sucked. When Allie came, Dove pressed towards him, sucking, licking. Tye left marks on his neck, suckling, biting, holding him.

The were all breathless as Allie cried out, exploding down Dove's throat. They held to each other for another couple of moments. Allie reached down and wiped a trickle of cum away with his thumb, then pulled back and dropped to one knee. "I am so fucking glad to see you, Dove. Don't you ever scare us like that again."

"We'll talk," Dove promised.

"We will," Allie agreed. He'd moved to the other side of the bed and spun Dove around. He helped him sit up, separated his hands. He and Tye clipped Dove's wrists to the headboard, then brought the spreader bar down from the ceiling and clipped it to the headboard as well. The both stepped back a little, studied the slender programmer.

"Blindfold," Allie said firmly.

Tye nodded.

Dove moaned, sounding genuinely afraid, struggling a little, but there wasn't much struggling he could do, bound like he was. The medicine that had been pressed into his body now melted slowly, leaving him glistening and defenseless. "Let me go," he hissed, sounding as if he wanted to be freed more than anything.

Tye laughed. "Not until you know your place, pet. Once we've taken you, then you'll know what you really are."

"Never," Dove said. "I'll never be your slave!"

"You already are," Allie said, draping fine white silk over the captive's face, before drawing it up into a blindfold. "And we are giving you to our king, then you will forever be ours."

Wanting to fall back into the game, their favorite game, his surest kink fought against just wanting to be with his lovers. He loved them, loved that they were all kinky as hell. He shuddered, his own cock hard and twitching against his belly. 

Allie and Tye stretched out beside him both of them tugging and twisting his nipples, licking, biting. Soon he was wriggling, struggling, his cock weeping pre-cum. "Please, please let me go," he begged.

Tye moved up to his ear, lifting the blindfold a little, and whispered, "No, little slave. Your tight ass is going to get spread open. I'm going to lick up your tears."

"Please," he nearly screamed, "Stop!"

Then the bed shifted, signaling that Mac had joined them. "My gifts are so beautiful," he growled. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll never forget who you belong to, Kitten."

Allie cut Dove's words off with a deep kiss. With Tye still playing rough with his nipples, the sweet moment of surrender happened somewhere between their game and reality. Mac moved between his legs and thrust into him without ceremony, deep, filling him with a connection and heat that he craved. He cried out into Allie's kiss. Tye's hand encircled his cock, stroking as Mac thrust into him and he god, he loved them so much. His wrists easily slipped free of the cuffs, arms going around Tye and Allie, fingers just barely reaching to brush over Mac, to caress him, love him. Dove came, exploding between his lovers. Mac held him, arms tight around him as he gave one hard thrust into him, exploding as well.

Experienced hands freed his legs and he wrapped them around Mac, clinging to him. He held onto Allie and Tye, clinging to them as well. "Welcome home you fuckers. Good mission? No one's hurt?"

"We're all fine," Mac said, kissing him as one of the others drew the covers over all of them. "You broke scene though. Tomorrow, you get spanked again."

"Excellent," Dove said, lifting to kiss his sometimes reckless lover. "A day spanked by you is a good day. Sleep right where you are."

"Not sleeping on top of you, idiot," he said affectionately as he slid off into Tye's arms, pulling both Dove and Allie close. "We'll sleep like this."

Allie threw a leg over them, hid his face in Dove's long hair. "Shut up and go to sleep. I'm tired," he said, his way of saying he loved them all.

The world was still going to be there in a few hours.



Kitten: A Pantyboy Story



It's easy now to look back and play armchair psychiatrist and see where my fetish for school uniforms and cute cotton panties started, but it wasn't until I met MISTRESS that I realized exactly how deep that fetish was ingrained in my mind and soul.

Mistress knew I was a pantyboy after the first few seconds we met. Or so she likes to remind me. She didn't need to know that I had attended a Catholic private school growing up. She said it was written all over my face, especially when I ran my hands across the silky, sexy underthings she wore.

She's had me tell her again and again how wonderful panties feel against my skin and my cock, especially when I am wearing delicious little satin teasers and stroking myself. 

She's even made me write it on a chalkboard, after she's dressed me in my little plaid skirt and white cotton panties. Over and over again, even dotting my I's with little hearts or smiley faces.

"I am Mistress' pantyboy and I will do what she says without hesitation and wear what she tells me to wear. I love the feel of panties against my pantyboy bottom and cock." 

Her fetish is as strong as mine, she tells me, as I sit at her feet, painting her toenails. She has a passion for men in panties and says she can't remember when the thought of men in panties didn't make her pussy wet. Then she tells me that I am the perfect pantyboy. She's never met anyone like me before. 

Mistress is in control of me and everything that happens in our relationship. I don't mind. I worship Mistress and I am so lucky to have found someone who understands my compulsion and who lets me play. And she does let me play. 

Her control of me started slowly, methodically. We started as all couples do with a few dates. Then there were sleepovers at the other's house. Then there was the fateful night when she caught me masturbating with a pair of her panties. My life changed from that very moment.

Over the last year, Mistress has grown much bolder and my adventures out into the world, dressed in the prettiest or the cutest of panties have become the source of excitement and dread but always end up with well-soaked panties. Mine and hers. 

Mistress always takes me shopping for panties when I am in the need of a new pair or pairs, which is usually the case. We can never just buy one pair. There all just so delicious. I want to wear them all and feel all those splendid materials against my smooth skin. 

Each trip to our favorite lingerie departments is the same. We walk among the displays and she has me touch everything. As I do, she tells me, in a not so quiet voice, just how lovely and sexy I would look in whatever we were admiring. If a salesperson asks if we need help, I must confess that the panties we are buying are for me. I must also say "I am a pantyboy and under my mistress' control."

Most of the women who have waited on me seemed intrigued by this and some have even become my-for the lack of a better word-personal shopper and assisted me in finding just the right panties that would please my mistress. Some even suggested I try them on and model my pretties for them as they have always wanted to see a prissy little pantyboy. Mistress of course instructs me to oblige their request.

These adventures and my humiliation thrill Mistress to no end. It has both humiliated me and thrilled me to the point of creating a creamy mess in my panties. A mess, I might I add, which I have to clean with my mouth when we get back home. As I suck my juices from my panties, Mistress opens our shopping bags and lays out all my pretties. Then she lets me choose which pair I would like to wear.

Mistress has a short temper and if I displease her in any way, punishment comes in many forms. 

Spanking is her favorite tool for discipline and my boyish, round, shaved bottom has found itself over her lap on many occasions, quivering, in anticipation of what it is to come. 

Mistress love to spank her naughty pantyboy. 

Sometimes I wear thick cotton panties with cute little designs on them. This, says Mistress, is to remind me of my status in our relationship. 

Sometimes the panties are made of thin satin and offer no protection from her hard blows on my soft cheeks. After my spankings I am made to stand in the corner of the bedroom, panties pulled to my knees for the whole world to see.

Mistress has taken several photos of me in this position and keeps them, with all ours, in my special PANTYBOY Memory Book.

Several months after my inner pantyboy was revealed, Mistress began looking on-line for certain items she insisted be part of my special wardrobe. 

One of these items turned out to be a complete Catholic school girl uniform complete with short, sassy little plaid skirt, white knee socks, white blouse and white training bra. She was even able to find a company on-line that made women's shoes for men and she ordered me a pair of saddle shoes. 

Of course all the panties I wear with this uniform are the regulation white cotton. Sometimes I am allowed to wear panties that features a soft pastel motif, like little flowers or butterflies. 

Once, while wearing my school girl attire, I was made to answer the door for the UPS man, a very surprised black man who got quite the show when I bent over to pick up the pencil I had 'accidentally' dropped. I was wearing little thong panties that day and the material disappeared into my crack and revealed my pink cheeks. Mistress always thinks of everything. Mistress teased that the delivery man had liked what he had seen and maybe we should invite him in next. Then she made me tell her what I would do to him once I was on my knees in front of him, my little plaid skirt and blouse in a pile on the floor next to me.

Mistress had a name for me when I was dressed as her pantyboy school girl. 

KITTEN. 

She said I looked like a kitten when I was between her gorgeous legs, lapping at her wet pussy, licking at the juices which flowed molten hot. She said she had an image of me between the muscular legs of a real man, right after the blowjob I had given him, lapping up whatever spilt on his flat, washboard stomach. 

KITTEN was the perfect name for me. 

Who was I to argue?

"After all," she would ask as she stands behind me as I stare at my reflection in the 3 way mirror that dominates our dressing room, "what kind of a man allows himself to be pantied and spanked and treated like a plaything? You are my Kitten. My precious little Kitten."

Mistress has even paid a seamstress to create a special pair of panties for me. My party panties, as Mistress calls them, are a most exquisite white satin with pink ruffled edging along the leg openings and doubled waistband. The word 'KITTEN' has been stitched in pink across the seat directly under a small pink bow. 

Mistress took me to the woman's shop and made me model the panties for both of them. It was incredibly humiliating but it made Mistress very happy. The seamstress was thrilled to see me wearing her creation and offered to make me more. There would be no charge as long as after each pair was completed I would model them for her and whoever she invited. 

Mistress said of course. 

I smiled nervously as Mistress traced a finger along the ruffles stretched across my bottom.

One day, after a particularly hot session, as I lay on my stomach and Mistress rubbed my bottom gently, telling me how perfect my little bottom was, she announced that was toying with the idea of getting me a tattoo.

Before I could protest she reassured me that it was just an idea, but she was thinking seriously about it. Besides, she added, what difference did it make what I wanted? If she wanted me to get a tattoo, then I would get a tattoo. She enunciated her point with a hard slap to my left buttcheek.

I bit my lip and said, "Mistress. Whatever you desire."

She said she was thinking about getting the word 'kitten' tattooed in pink on my lovely little bottom. 

She saw my face and then added. "And if someone doesn't take that pouty look off their face, I will have the word 'PANTYBOY' tattooed on their pretty little forehead."

I knew she meant it too.

As she ran her long red fingernail along my inner thigh and up between my cheeks and along my tender little pucker, she hinted that she would not give me any money to pay for my tattoo and that I would have to 'pay my way' in some other fashion. She let my imagination run wild as to what that could have meant. And it did and as she slipped a finger inside me, I released my orgasm onto the satin sheets.

Sometimes Mistress has me experiment with light traces of makeup and has instructed me in the art of making myself look pretty. But it's important to know that she wasn't trying to turn me into a girl.

"I could have any pretty girl I wanted," she boasted. "But I don't want a girl. I want a man. A man in panties. Pretty panties stretched across his little smooth bottom."

I was a male, by all accounts, I was just a male in pretty panties and I knew that by remaining male in appearance, my humiliation was intensified. Mistress wants me to remain looking like a male and so my hair was kept short. I was not allowed to have a goatee or mustache and my body hair is removed regularly. She especially likes to shave my bottom and crotch, telling me she knows I love the feeling of my pretty underthings against my smooth skin.

She's right. The feeling of my satin panties against my smooth cock and balls, and even my ass, feels like a million little electric charges traveling across my body. It is so hard to control myself.

She tells me every day I am her pantyboy and hers alone.

Mistress has introduced me to her special movie collection and I always looked forward to our movie nights together. 

Dressed in panties and a camisole or negligee, Mistress and I will watch movies that feature she-males and transsexuals and gay males. Some of the movies involved men like me, submissive men in pretty panties, being put over a dominant woman's lap and spanked. I liked those movies and the front of my panties were usually wet without having even touched myself.

A large part of Mistress' collection featured movies in which women with long, hard strap-on dildoes were fucking both straight and gay men. She told me she wanted to get used to seeing long hard cocks sliding in and out of men's asses. She would make me touch myself and think what it must be like to have such a big hard cock sliding in and out of such a tight little hole. She whispers to me "Do you like, Kitten? Doesn't that look like fun? Look at that man's face. He is surely enjoying himself. Look how hard his own cock is as that huge hard cock slides in...and...out of him."

I usually can't last too long when we are watching those movies and she is fingering my little hole. 

Sometimes I am allowed to fuck her during the movies or after. Sometimes I am allowed to jerk myself off into my panties while she plays with herself, watching me, eyes closed, hand sliding into my pretty panties playing with my cock and ass.

But these times, like all our times together are about her being in control and HER pleasure.

I knew she loved the movies in which a woman wearing a strap-on cock was fucking some pretty young thing, were the movies that seemed to excite her the most. Usually because by the time I am allowed to crawl between her legs and pleasure her, she is soaking wet and molten hot. As I lick and kiss her pussy to a shuddering climax, 

As we watch the powerful woman on the television long-stroke her panty-wearing sex toy, she will place a finger under my chin and lift raise my eyes to meet her gaze. 

"Does PantyBoy like that?" she will ask.

"Does my sweet little PantyBoy want Mistress to do that to him. Does he want a long hard dildo inside his tight little pussy?" 

She will then grab my cock or slide a finger along my asscrack, teasing my little puckered hole and whisper into my ear.

"Or does my PantyBoy want...need...crave the real thing?"

Just about three months ago, Mistress began introducing 'toys' to our playtime. She started with small vibrators and plugs. She said she had to break me in slowly. She said she would never want to hurt me and I trusted her.

I loved the toys she bought. I was a virgin when it came to things larger than a finger or two and she was careful about the things she was buying. They were all pink and small. Some vibrated and some didn't.

She would have me get on all fours on the bed and slowly tease me, sliding the toys up and down my crack, brushing it against my boy-pussy, as she called it, until I begged her to slide them into my hungry hole. That usually didn't take too long. 

Sometimes, with my white cotton panties pulled back into place and my plaid skirt smoothed out, she would have me sit on our king-sized bed, or a hard wooden stool, and grind my naughty pantyboy bottom down onto the plug that was stretching my ass and driving me to new pleasures.

Pleasures that I was craving more and more as playtime with Mistress continued and I became more submissive and addicted to my pretty panties. 

Sometimes we 69'd and she would fuck me with my toys as I tongued and licked her magnificent pussy to explosive orgasm.

Two weeks ago Mistress brought home a new dvd and I knew my life was about to take a wild turn.

In the video a slender, white man was being dressed en femme by his mistress. He was dressed a little too whorish for my standards, in leather mini-skirt and heels and a small top, but that's not what got my attention. 

As the story progressed and the Mistress dressed her little pet to slutty perfection, it's little cock tucked away between his legs and encased in sexy red satin panties, two men entered the scene. 

The men were black and obviously spent a lot of time in the gym. They were dark skinned and looked to be carved from marble. Their stomachs were flat and their legs like tree trunks. Their arms bulged and their black nipples rested on perfectly formed pecs. Their asses were toned and magnificent. 

And jutting from between their legs were two of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. Clearly at least 10 inches. Thick and heavily veined with large purple-black mushroom heads that glistened with precum. I swear I could smell the musky aroma of their man-sex through our HD tv. 

I watched in fascination at heir black cocks. One curved a little to the right and stood straight up against the man's stomach. The other's hung down almost to his knees like a sleeping anaconda. 

Their balls hung heavy in their sacks like lemons and swung with pendulous rhythm as they walked towards the younger white man.

I had seen black cocks before in locker rooms before and had thought about what it would be like to be fucked by something that big.

I was about to get a good idea because on the screen in front of me, the two ebony statues approached the cross-dressed man before them as the Mistress who had arranged the party watched from a high-backed chair. 

She smiled as her pantyboy pleasured both men with his mouth and pussy. The pantyboy swallowed both, choking at first but then got used to the monster cocks. He bathed their heavy, cum-filled balls with his tongue and red, lipstick smeared mouth. He whimpered and moaned as they belittled him by calling him "little bitch" and "little white cocksucker." A voice in the back of my mind told me I wanted to be called names like that by men like that.

In the climax of the movie, no pun intended, the slender white man took the men from both ends. The men, their black skin glistening with sweat, thrust their hard cocks into him all the while grunting like two wild animals. 

The one in front grabbed his head and forced fed him the mushroom head of his steel rod. The one behind him pulled almost all the way out and then thrust forward violently, his balls slapping those tender white cheeks hard and fast. He even spanked the man as he fucked him and chastised him.

It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen and I worried about the ramifications of those feelings. 

Did I secretly wish to be like that pantyboy in the movie? Did I want a real cock...not a silicone one sliding into my mouth...or ass...or both at the same time? 

Did I secretly crave black cock in my pantyboy pussy? 

And more importantly, did my Mistress think I did?

The answer was simple for the front of my yellow cotton panties, the ones with the little black and white daises, were soaked with my own silent orgasm and as Mistress turned off the tv and directed me to the molten sex between her legs, she patted my head and whispered, "I thought as much, my little Kitten. I thought as much."



Kitten, All Tied Up



It was a particularly ordinary day. They were sitting in her room doing the reading for class that she had sworn she would actually do this term and learn the course rather than skive off her studies and then cram for exams. Nope, she thought, not this term. Therefore the day was ordinary...and boring. Except for the one little distraction she was hiding from him. Well, she thought, multiple distractions. 

Her hand reached up to toy with her nipple beneath her red, floral-print zip dress, it was his favourite, for with one zip her large breasts could be exposed. But little did he know that today she was a bit more exposed than usual. Beneath the dress was a red leopard print cupless bra and matching crotchless knickers. She even had on a suspender belt and thigh highs rather than the tights like she usually wore. She squirmed in her seat and held back a moan as the small pink plug was pushed deeper into her tiny ass. Gods, it made her feel so naughty and exposed. 

Just then she subtly pulled up her dress just enough to expose the tops of her stockings; she caught his eye and smiled coyly before going back to her book.

"Come here, kitten," he said, laying his book down on the floor. His voice sent shivers down her spine and she dropped her book and went to stand before him. 

"Yes, sir?" she knew the game and she had initiated it; studying was just so boring and she was so horny. 

"You've been keeping secrets haven't you, my kitten?" He rose to face her, towering over her in his height. She bit her lip; gods, how he made her ache inside. 

"Yes, sir....I wanted to surprise you later but I just got so bored of studying and tired of waiting...I wanted you to have me now." She looked down demurely and squirmed a bit, enticing a few more sensations out of her ass. Watching him watch her from beneath her long lashes she wondered if she could pretend to be adjusting her knickers and turn on the virtually silent vibe inside the plug without him knowing. 

He took her chin in his strong fingers and tilted her face up to look at him. While he was semi distracted with the effect his actions were having on her face, she took the opportunity to reach behind her and twisted the vibe to turn it on, eliciting a small whimper that alerted his attention. 

"Bend over, kitten." He dropped her chin and bent her over the desk, flipping up her dress to expose her tight, pale ass. She whimpered again at the feel of his hands on her skin. "Let's see what you were doing back here," he said as he knelt down behind her and spread her pert little cheeks apart to reveal the tiny pink plug she had been using to pleasure herself without his permission. 

"Well, well, well..."he mused, flicking his finger over the plug making it jolt inside her and forcing her to grit her teeth as to not moan aloud. "What have we here?" She dipped her head in submission, his words sending shivers down her spine. "So this is why you haven't been sitting still all day." She nodded and gasped as he snapped the strap of her suspender belt against her exposed ass before standing up behind her. "And you're even dressed like my little slut." She nodded again as he tugged her into a standing position to face him. "You realize you will be punished for this."

"For what, exactly, sir?" She murmured head down. He lifted her chin and looked at her sternly.

"For pleasuring yourself without my permission," he reached down and pulled put the plug sharply making her gasp. "And, for causing me problems which interrupted our studying." 

"Problems, sir?" She glanced downward to see his huge cock straining against his jeans and her entire body grew warm with excitement. He was going to use her so wonderfully. 

"Problems," he said, pressing both her small hands against his huge, throbbing cock, "which you will take care of before you are punished. Now strip...I want everything off except your stockings, suspender belt, and heels."

"Yes, sir," she said as he released her, and she began her slow striptease. He watched her perfect curvy body become more and more exposed as she shed her dress, then bra and panties. She slid her hands down her body for his approval watching his cock growing visibly harder before he turned and brought out two coils of black 

rope. "Anything to please you, sir. Please may I suck your cock? Considering your problem is all my fault?" 

"Arms back for dragonfly sleeve." He said, tying a few knots in a length of rope, "and yes...that is the plan, kitten." 

She held her arms parallel behind her and he looped the rope around her shoulders then proceeded to knot and loop it around her arms until there were 6 loops on each arm with a row of knots down the centre, completing a bondage trick some call the dragonfly sleeve. She was practically shivering in pleasure as his strong rough hands worked over her body, giving her goose bumps. 

He then ran the extra rope up between her thighs before tying it to the loops over her shoulders to create a perfect place for him to grab on to. 

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, checking the ties to make sure they were secure and having her wiggle to make sure no circulation was being cut off. Once he was sure she was safe and secure he tugged on the ropes near her shoulders.

"Knees, kitten." He said as he tugged her down in front of him. 

She knelt submissively before him as he stripped off his shirt exposing his smooth toned chest and then shed his jeans and boxers. She bit her lip and moaned as she watched his massive length grow even harder at the sight of her bound on her knees before him. She was practically salivating at the sight of him, all she wanted was to take his cock in her mouth and have him use her like his little slut.

"Please, sir...let me take care of you." She was breathing heavily and she could feel her thighs becoming wet with her juices. She poked her tongue out to taste him but his hands twisted in her long golden curls and pulled her back. 

"Wait one moment, kitten." He said, releasing her and walking to the drawer. He bent down and poked around inside for a minute before pulling out a thick purple plug, almost as thick as him. "You wanted something inside that tight ass of yours, so you'll get it." He knelt beside her and bent her over, exposing her tiny rosebud, then reached between her thighs. "Oh, kitten...you are so wet already." He used her juices to lubricate the plug and her tight little hole before lining it up and shoving it in, watching her tiny ass swallow the huge plug. She squealed at the initial pain then wiggled her ass, getting used to the full feeling, and began to moan as he pushed gently on the base of the plug. "I'm so proud of you, kitten." 

He took her chin in his hand and met her plump lips with his in a deep kiss, his tongue flicking hers as he reached out a hand and tweaked her nipples, making her moan into his mouth. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and stood up, watching her as he positioned himself in front of her waiting mouth and gave himself a few quick strokes. "Are you ready to suck my cock, kitten?" 

"Yes!" she begged, "please...I want to taste your cock, sir. I want to feel your cum in my mouth." 

"And you will my kitten." He brought his throbbing cock to her face and felt it engulfed by her hot and waiting mouth. She moaned around his cock and began to suck him. He looked down at the sight of her bound at his mercy, sucking his cock and moaned, holding her head in place. "That's it, baby..." His hands twisted through her curls as her perfect mouth began to do the trick. As she licked around the head of his cock and flicked the underside with her tongue his knees almost buckled and he moaned loudly before grabbing her head and forcing himself down her throat. She moaned around his cock as he began to fuck her face, making him groan at the vibrations she was creating. She looked up at him and watched his muscles ripple as he used her hot mouth; her pussy was aching and her ass was on fire, it all felt so good that she felt like she might pass out. 

She could feel him getting close as her head bobbed up and down on his cock; her lips stretched wide to accommodate his vast girth; her tongue working wonders on the tip inside her mouth. "Fuck...kitten...that's so good. I am so close, baby." She bobbed her head faster...she wanted to taste him cum. He held her head and pumped his cock into her waiting mouth. 

His balls tightened and he moaned loudly as he held her mouth on him and shot stream after stream of hot cum into her hungry mouth. She moaned with him, her body convulsing as she had her own immaculate orgasm. He pulled her mouth off him and she began to dutifully lick him clean. 

Once he was clean she sat back on her heels and looked up at him. She was certain she did a good job, but a bit wary because she did accidentally cum without his permission and he was bound to have noticed.

"Did I please you, sir?" she asked as he helped her stand, arms still bound behind her. 

"Yes...you did wonderfully, kitten." He stroked her cheek with one hand but then thrust the other between her thighs feeling the evidence of her rebel orgasm. "However...you came without my permission, and that is going on the list of things you need to atone for."

"But sir," she moaned, wriggling in pleasure as he began to play with her oversensitive pussy. "It was an accident, sir. I couldn't help it. You felt so good in my mouth and I just couldn't help it!" 

"You still need to be punished, kitten." He said, untying her arms and leading her to the bed. "Ten spanks for using the plug without my permission and ten for interrupting our study time. But I will only add five for cumming without permission since you were obeying me when it happened." 

"Yes, sir," she said, hands clasped in her lap, watching him as he paced naked before her. "Do you think you will need to cum again, sir?"

"Perhaps...but first you need to be punished my sweet kitten. Cross your ankles." She obeyed and he took the rope, wound it around her ankles over her heels, then took the second length of rope and bound her wrists. Sitting down on the bed, he picked her up and laid her across his lap. 

He ran his calloused hand over her soft skin, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned aloud as he caressed her, her moans met with a sharp slap from a leather paddle.

"One," he counted. The paddle came down again and she twitched, trying not to moan, it was supposed to be a punishment after all. "Two. Now count," he ordered.

"Three," she moaned as the paddle came down again. 

He continued the rhythmic spanks as she grew wetter and wetter, her juices leaking out onto her thighs. After he had her count out twenty-five spanks, he set the paddle down and caressed her sore red bum. His fingers slipped between her cheeks to find her throbbing, soaking pussy. She moaned as he poked just the tip of his finger into her tight hole. 

"Well, well..." he said, dipping two fingers into her sopping cunt. "It seems you enjoyed that." She looked up at him, blushing crimson, but said nothing. "You are such a naughty slut to enjoy that, aren't you?" 

"Yes, sir. I am a dirty little slut who needs to be used. Please use me, sir." He lifted her off his lap and settled her into a kneeling position on the bed. His fingers continued to caress her backside as he gazed at the spectacular view that was his little kitten. Bound at the ankles and wrists, clad in nothing but stockings, suspender belt, heels and a bit of rope, she looked amazing. Her tiny, pert ass was high in the air and her thick curls fell in a soft curtain around her face. Her bare pussy lips glistened with her arousal and the purple plug was still deep in her ass. 

"Sir?" She asked, shaking him out of his gazing. He shook his head, regaining some composure.

"Just look what you've done to me." He gestured to his thick cock, standing to full attention again. "You need to take care of it again, kitten."

"How should I do that, sir?" She asked coyly, wiggling her bare bum at him. "Does your little slut need to be on her knees like this for you to use her tight little pussy? Will you fuck my tight cunt and ass until I scream and you cum so hard, sir?"

He groaned at her words and fell upon her, thrusting his aching cock into her tight, wet cunt. "Oh, yes!" She moaned as he began to pound her tight pussy furiously. "Use me, sir. Use your dirty little slut." 

"Oh fuck, kitten...you're so tight and wet for me. Just like my little slut should be." She felt so tight around him, her expert muscles clenching around his throbbing cock, forcing him out, then sucking him in. He pounded in and out at an alarming rate, using her like his slut, both of them loving every minute of it. He reached around to grab on to her large smooth breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples, wishing he had thought to put clamps on her, making her moan and squeal in pleasure. 

"Sir, please fuck my ass." She had turned around to face him and was biting her lip in that way she knew was irresistible to him. "I need you to fuck my ass...use me. Please, sir. Stick that hot hard cock inside my tight little...oh!" She gasped loudly as he yanked the plug out and forced himself into her slightly gaping ass in one swift motion. Her pussy had been so wet that his cock needed no more lubrication. 

"Oh kitten...I am not gonna last long now. Your ass is so tight. How does it feel to have me fucking your tiny ass with my huge cock?" He groaned at the sensations, knowing it wouldn't be more than a few minutes before his cock exploded. 

"So, so good, sir. Please may I play with my pussy and cum, sir?" She begged. "Please, sir, I need to cum so badly. I can't hold back much longer."

"I want you to fuck yourself with your dildo and cum for me, baby." He pulled out slightly and bent over her to unbind her hands, then grabbed the dildo from behind him and began to thrust into her ass once more. 

"Thank you, sir," she moaned, taking the dildo and working it into her pussy. Her moans began to grow louder as she came closer and closer to climax. "Sir, I am going to cum." 

"Go ahead, kitten." He moaned against her neck, knowing his own release was just around the corner. "Cum for me and we'll cum together. My treat, kitten." 

Her hand worked furiously at thrusting the dildo inside herself. Just then she began to moan convulse in a massive climax; her ass clenched around him and he came with a loud moan, squirting deep inside her ass. 

Gently he pulled out of her and laid down next to her, pulling her into his arms. 

"I am so proud of you, kitten."



Kitten - An Introduction



I like to call her Kitten or BabyGirl in public. She is a real girl, with feelings and emotions and needs I try to meet, and hopefully get close to satisfying. We complement each other so well. I'm an older, assertive, gently dominant man. Kitten is much younger, beautiful, slim, sexy and submissive. My Kitten likes to please me by doing what I tell her, and I like to make her happy by giving her structure, suggestions, and many chances to please me. I love to see her looking hot, turning heads, and making the most of her slim frame, tight body and pretty face. 

Her past is just that, in the past and I only care to know what she tells me. I know her past has shaped her into who she is, and I can't change what happened to her before me, I can only pledge to keep her safe and love her deeply and meet her deep needs and desires.

I think we make a great couple, but what older man wouldn't want a completely hot, submissive, younger girl clinging to his arm in public, always dressed in the hottest dress or outfit in the room, glossy lips kissing his neck and tottering around in ultra-high boots or heels. Sometimes I still don't believe my luck when I see her walk into a room and make a bee-line for me to kiss me with her cherry-glossed lips and whisper, gently in my ear "I'm so lucky to be your Fuck-Doll, Daddy." 

I am not an idiot, I see the looks and occasionally overhear the whispers about us. Many people who see us as a couple thinking we don't belong together. A few women have confronted me, saying I'm too old to be with my Kitten. She's over 21 and could leave me tomorrow, she has free-will and I don't have or wish to have any way to keep her with me if she close to leave. I never listen to that bullshit, my Kitten wants to be mine. No guy has said as much, but I've had more than a few guys say that their wife didn't really like being around us as a couple. My Kitten, she adores me as much as I adore her, and I know the way she shows her affection so publicly does make a few people uncomfortable. But I won't apologize and I know I'm good to my Kitten and right for her also. 

If she wasn't with me, she would probably be in a relationship with some ass-hole loser who treated her like shit. I think that was basically her situation before she met me, but I don't really ask about it, because it's in the past, it's not something she loves to discuss and it doesn't matter for our future. 

Because she is nearly 25 years younger. some people mistake my Kitten for the gold-digging type. I look young for being past 45 but the age difference is noticeable immediately. She is definitely pretty, slim and young, so gold-digger might be a reasonable assumption, but I assure you that the only gold my Kitten is after is the golden praise of my voice and the golden-sweet flavor of my warm seed being shot into her mouth for her to taste and swallow. I'm know she appreciates the house I own and the car she has and the outfits and clothes I buy her, but it's not the main reason she is with me. She needs to be understood and her needs met, and I meet her desires and needs. 

I'll admit, a big part of the initial appeal of my Kitten for me is her youthful looks and slim, tight body that looks so amazing in the sexy and revealing outfits. I have her wear tiny miniskirts and cocktail dresses and body-con outfits that show off her features. She looks amazing in a minidress, mind-blowingly hot in lingerie and Fuck-Doll slutty in vinyl, leather or lace. And she goes all-in on looking sexy for me, with the eye-popping makeup and her variety of hairstyles that seem to go perfectly with her outfits. She knows I'm very visually stimulated and she does her best to look amazing. 

My Kitten is slim and petite, about 5'4" and under 110 lbs. She can look sophisticatedly sexy in a short cocktail dress, dangling earrings and 6" hidden platform pumps or rocker slutty in a ripped denim micro-skirt and a black bustier with thigh-high platform stiletto boots and studded choker and huge hoop earrings. Looking sophisticated and classy in a cocktail dress, stockings and pumps, she is still willing to be a nasty whore will follow me to the Men's bathroom and kneel on the tile floor and beg to suck my cock in front of strangers pissing in the urinals if that's what I want from her. She will leave her legs spread open with her clubbing dress up around her pierced belly button as I finger her in the car even as the valet opens up her door to help her from the car. And she will let me pull her tits free so the band gets a look at her grinding against my throbbing crotch during the concert encore if that's what I want. 

She is super sexy, but she makes my heart complete with her thoughtfulness and caring, the way she seeks to please me, and the way she gives me her sweet, adoring kisses and cuddles and reminds me of how she is mine and only mine. 

I love that she is dirty and naughty. I love that she feels appreciated when I dress her up and show her off. I love that she finds it super-hot to kneel in front of me and beg to suck my cock while my friends are gathered at my house to watch a football game. She would let me share her if I wanted, so that my friends would know she does anything I tell her and they would know what it was like to be with someone that young and hot. 

The Kitten stories are our adventures together. They are for her to read so she knows just how much I adore her and for you to read, to know how special she is.



Kitten & Bell: A Prelude



They were freshmen college students, away from home, looking for a way to make some money.

"I'm really not interested in working fast food..." Sarah said, while examining a page of classified ads. Sarah was a little less than five feet tall, with short curly black hair and the largest brown eyes that any man had ever peered into. She bit the end of her pencil, and sat up cross-legged on the student lounge sofa, fidgeting like a child.

"Hmm... This one looks promising." her best friend, Beth, noted. Elizabeth was about four inches taller than Sarah with long red hair and green eyes. She always seemed more mature than her playful friend, Sarah.

Beth passed the page over to Sarah, who then started reading, "Wanted: Part time Maids. Must be willing to work weekends, and respect the employer's privacy. Will pay generous wages... Den Jackleson. Hmm, sounds good to me. Let's call him!"

"Sarah," Beth scolded, "Its eight in the evening. I think it would be a better idea to wait until noon or so tomorrow."

Sarah responded by sticking out her tongue. 

"Come on - twerp." Beth teased, "Lets get back to our dorm - I've got a test to study for."

Soon after returning to their dorm room, Sarah fell straight to sleep. Beth couldn't sleep - she had always had a problem with sleeping the night before a test, but these days especially. She lies down on the bed next to Sarah's, watching her as she slept, thinking and wondering. Sarah always wondered why Beth could never keep a guy around. It was because Beth was already in love, and Sarah would never have guessed with whom.

"I love you..." Beth whispered. 'God damn it!' she thought, 'If only I could tell her... but she would never understand how I feel about her.' She turned over to face the wall, and slid on hand down her silk pajama bottom. "Sarah..." Beth whispered again, massaging the lips of her sex. 

"I need a drink." she said abruptly, and got up to get a coke from the cooler. She cracked open the can, and looked back at Sarah. She was sprawled out on her covers, wearing only a tee shirt and panties. Her legs were split in such a way, that it pulled the fabric of her under garment away from her genitalia. After a minute of staring, Beth shook herself out of it. "Get a hold of yourself, Liz..." she mumbled, and then turned back around for one last glace before bedding herself down into a sleepless dream.

The next day was like any other. First was Biology 101, with the all too boring Dr. Flander, and then Beth went to Statistics 111, to take the test she had been studying for. After Statistics class was Beth's favorite part of the day - lunch with Sarah, but by the time Beth had gotten this far in her day, she was completely drained of energy.

"Bethy!" Sarah exclaimed across the student lounge.

"Hmm?" Elizabeth was in a daze. Not only was she sure she had failed that test, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with Sarah's hyperactivity.

"I met the most incredible guy after gym class today! He's cute, smart... a little nasty," Sarah said with a wry grin, "and he wants to meet you of all people..."

"Sarah, don't play matchmaker with me. You know how that aggravates me." Beth mumbled.

"What put you in such a bad mood?"

"I think I failed that test..." Beth replied, sighing.

"Oh... I'm sorry." Sarah was silent for a moment. She knew how Beth felt about tests. "Maybe a new job would make you feel better? Do you have that guy's number?"

"Yeah, I brought it with me... Should we call him after lunch?" Beth inquired.

"No... call him now!" Sarah said with enthusiasm. "I want money more than I want food."

"Greedy bitch." Elizabeth teased. "Okay... lets see then..." Beth dialed Mr. Jackleson's number, and listened to it ring two, maybe three times before it was answered.

"Mr. Jackleson's residence. This is Murray, his butler. How may I help you?" answered the unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes, a friend and I noticed an ad in the classified section for a maid or two. I was wondering if the position is still open?" inquired Beth.

"Indeed it is, young lady. We require two maids to work weekends and the occasional weekday. Pay will begin at seven dollars an hour, and after one month, would increase to twelve dollars an hour..." Murray said. Then Beth heard someone else speaking to Murray, although she couldn't quite make out what he was saying. "Uh... Mr. Jackleson would like to invite you and your friend to lunch, if you haven't already eaten, to discuss your employment."

"Well, we were about to eat - but I suppose we can have lunch with Mr. Jackleson..." answered Beth. Sarah smiled and began fidgeting.

"Very well young lady. We will expect you and your friend with in the hour. Farewell."

"Bye." Beth hung up the phone and turned towards Sarah.

"Well?" Sarah inquired.

"Seven to start, twelve dollars an hour after a month. We're eating lunch with our mysterious Mr. Jackleson." Elizabeth replied, smiling. 

"That's some good money for part time..." Sarah said, grabbing her jacket and purse.

Fifteen minutes later, the two girls found the large and regal house of Mr. Dennis Jackleson. Beth cautiously knocked at the front door, which was soon answered by an elderly gentleman dressed in a butler's uniform.

"I presume you are the ladies that spoke with me over the phone?" Murray said.

"Yes," Sarah blurted excitedly, "I'm Sarah, and this is Beth. And you are Mr. Jackleson?"

"No, no, young lady. I'm Murray, Mr. Jackleson's butler." replied the old man, chuckling. "He's in the back yard, and please excuse the mess - he had quite the party the other night, and I am still in the process of cleaning it all up."

The butler led the two girls through the large living room, which was decorated with hunting trophies of all sorts, on to the deck, which was where Den was sitting in a lawn chair. Both Beth and Sarah noticed immediately his sculpted chest and stomach, and his model quality looks. He had an olive completion, short black hair, and was clean-shaven. He was wearing only a pair of swimming trunks and a pair of shades. Sarah was dying to see his eyes. While Beth was quite attracted to the man too, she remained more reserved. The man then stretched and, upon sensing that he was no longer alone, turned around to meet the girls.

"Why, hello. You must be here for the job. Come, sit down... Have a turkey club. Murray makes the best turkey club sandwiches. There are cokes behind you in the cooler." he said, laying further back.

"Thank you." Beth replied. Both Sarah and Elizabeth then sat across from Dennis. "I'm Beth and this is..."

"... Sarah." Sarah interrupted. "When do we start?"

Den chuckled at Sarah's enthusiasm. 'Interesting pair, these two make. Hopefully they are honest, hardworking, and courteous enough to fill the positions.' He thought. "You don't have the jobs yet... There are several issues that I want to discuss before employing you. First; I assume the two of you are friends?" Both girls nodded. "It should be understood that this is work, not play. I am not hiring you to chat about the guy that sits two rows back in history, or to play billiards using my table in the recreation room. I am weary of hiring two friends to work together - but I will do so as long as your friendship doesn't interfere with the quality of your work. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir." Beth responded.

"But... If you are here... and we ask..." Sarah suggested slowly.

"If you ask to use my billiards table, or swim in my pool, then it is my discretion whether to say yes or no. That will be handled a case-to-case basis. Just because I said yes once, does not mean you don't have to ask the next time. And another thing" Den took off his shades and stared both of the girls in the eye, "I value my privacy. I don't want either of you going through my mail, looking through my computer files, or wandering around my house where you shouldn't wander. If you see a piece of mail in a place other than where it should be, you should give it immediately to my butler to take care of. If you are not required to clean a particular room, then I don't expect you to be in it. Is that understood?"

'Those ice-blue eyes are looking right through me!' thought Sarah. She nodded like a child trying to avoid punishment.

"Yes. I don't think you will have any problems at all, Mr. Jackleson." Beth said.

"Den. Call me Den, please. Murray has a habit of calling mister and sir all the time... I really don't care for it. Are either of you going to eat? Or are you both too busy gawking at me?" Den said with a wry smile.

"Um..." Sarah blushed, and took a bite out of her turkey club sandwich. Beth reached back and grabbed a coke for Sarah, herself, and Dennis.

"Is there anything else, Den?" Beth inquired, handing him the coke.

"Yes. Do either of you have boyfriends?"

Sarah's heart leaped into her throat, almost anticipating a dream date with her future boss. 'What a weird question to ask...' thought Beth.

"No... we're both single..." Beth replied, as Sarah chewed and struggled to swallow.

"Good. Stay that way. I find I lose more good maids because of their concern over their damned lovers... its also better for your education. I saw that you were calling from the University the other day - I assume you are both enrolled?"

Beth swallowed a bite of turkey club and answered, "I'm studying Nursing and Rehabilitation."

"And I'm studying Music Theory." said Sarah. "I've got an incredible voice and I know how to play a few instruments... I want to write music."

"That's nice." Dennis said, brushing Sarah off. "I expect to see both of your report cards each semester. I don't want your grades to be slipping because of your responsibility here. If I find either of you are failing, you will be fired. Is that understood?"

"But you can't..." Beth began to protest.

"*IS* that understood?"

Sarah nodded. After a moment of silence, Beth said, "Yes. May we go now Den?"

"If you are finished... either of you have any questions?"

"No..." Beth said.

"Uh, when do we start?" Sarah said.

"This Saturday, ten in the morning." Den replied.

"We'll see you in a couple of days then. It was nice meeting you Den." Sarah said, shaking Dennis's hand.

"It was nice meeting you too, Sarah... Beth." He remarked, looking the girls up and down.

Both of them then left. Beth turned to Sarah as they both sat down in Beth's Ford Explorer. "You aren't seriously thinking about working for that jerk, are you?" Beth asked as she revved the engine.

"Yes... and your not?" Sarah replied.

"He wanted to know if we were single... he wanted to see our report cards... don't you find it rather odd that a man who is so concerned about his own privacy is demanding to know every intimate detail of our own lives?" Beth inquired.

"Liz... He's rich. He's cute. He's going to pay us twelve dollars an hour to clean a few rooms two times a week. So what if he's a little eccentric - I can deal with that. We need the money - as you said yourself, our parents are giving us enough for the basics, but we need a little spending money..."

"That isn't what I said. I said we needed extra money just in case something should happen - a safety net."

"Yeah - that's what I said... spending money." Sarah retorted. "Besides - I think he has the hots for you." Sarah giggled and poked Beth in the ribs.

Beth chuckled, "He does not."

"Oh yes he does... I saw how he was looking you over." Sarah teased, "Come on. Give the guy a chance. He can't be all that bad."

"Alright." Beth submitted, pulling up to the dorm hall. "We'll give him a chance - but if it gets too weird, we're out of there."

"Of course!" Sarah chirped. 

The rest of the week was rather uneventful. That Saturday morning, eight o'clock, Beth was awakened by her alarm clock. Beth knew that in about two hours they would have to deal with that jerk again. Sarah was right - he was very handsome. 'Even I'm physically attracted to him - me, the closet lesbian...' Beth thought lying in bed. She sighed and looked over to her would-be lover. Sarah, as always, was fast asleep - oblivious to Beth's murmurs of adorations.

"Oh, Sarah..." she whispered. "What ever am I going to do with you, love?"

"Sarah." Beth said more sternly.

"Uh?" Sarah moaned.

"Sarah, wake up. It's our first day at work. Remember?" Beth said pushing Sarah.

"Bethy... let me sleep." Sarah whimpered, turning in bed.

"Okay - but I'm sure Den will be disappointed." Beth commented as she pulled off her nightshirt.

"Den?" Sarah picked her head up, "Oh shit - It's eight!"

"Yes it is." Beth said as Sarah ripped off her clothing and ran into the bathroom, "Hey - I was going to..." Beth yelled out at her, but it was too late. Sarah had already jumped into the shower.

"If only she took off her clothes that fast for me..." She mumbled to herself.

The two of them were at Dennis's house by nine forty five. Sarah was dressed to impress. She had a very short-cropped shirt on, a pair of daisy-dukes, no bra or panties. Beth was a little more pragmatic - it was the middle of autumn after all. She was wearing jeans and a long sleeve sweatshirt. Murray answered the door.

"Why, hello young ladies. Early? Good... Mr. Jackleson would be glad to hear he has such attentive employees." The old man said. Looking at Sarah, he smiled, "Aren't you dressed a tad bit inappropriately for the weather my dear?" "I wanted to impress Den..." Sarah smiled, shivering slightly.

"Well, I'm afraid he would be more impressed with a clean kitchen, living room and recreation room, as you see, he won't be back until late... probably long after you and Miss Elizabeth are done. But please come in."

Sarah sighed softly as Murray led the two girls into the living room. "Mr. Jackleson has left a note concerning what is to be done today." Murray hands the note to Beth. "I'm only here to answer questions and supervise, as I have my own work to be done. The cleaning products you need have all been made accessible; they are on the kitchen table. Ladies... If you need me, I'll be in the dinning room, polishing the silverware." Murray bowed and walked into the dinning room, closing the sliding door behind him. 

"Well..." Beth strolled over to Sarah as she was reading the note, "We had better get started. He has quite a list here..." Beth showed Sarah the noted, and she moaned. Not only was she not going to see her prince charming today - but she was going to work her tail off as well.

A couple hours went by and the two girls found themselves in a meticulously clean kitchen, thanks to their efforts. "One room down. Two to go." Beth said.

"Lets eat." Sarah looked up from scrubbing the floor.

"What? Here? Okay baby..." Beth said spreading her legs.

"Liz - you are weird." Sarah smiled and snickered, removing her lunch from a bag.

"You wouldn't have me any other way." Beth retorted, taking a bite from her sandwich.

"Well, I need a geek like you around - keeps me out of trouble. Speaking of which... I wonder what type of wines he has down there in the cellar." Sarah looked at Beth as a wicked grin curled on her lips.

At that moment, Murray walked into the kitchen. "Looking fantastic ladies. You really have done a smashing job with this kitchen."

"Thank you Murray." Sarah said.

"The stains on the marble is a bit hard to remove... I tried and tried, but eventually I gave up." Beth said as she pointed out one particularly nasty stain.

"Don't worry young lady, that stain has been there for ages. This kitchen is due for a makeover in a few months anyway." Murray assured Beth. "Well, I just came in to see how the two of you were doing, and to tell you that I will be going grocery shopping for an hour or two. Here is my cell phone number. If you need me, don't hesitate to call."

"Okay Murray. Thanks." Beth said, taking the number.

As Murray left the room, Beth turned to Sarah. That grin of hers had gotten noticeably wider. "Oh no." Beth whispered. "No, Sarah. No." Sarah just nodded, and as they heard Murray's car door close, and his ignition start, Sarah began walking towards the cellar door."

"Sarah! I don't want to loose this job!" Beth cried.

"First you didn't want it, and now you don't want to loose it? Liz, comm'on! It's just a little wine cellar - it's not even a real room! Besides, what harm will it do to read a few wine labels written in French? How is that invasion of privacy?"

Beth sighed. She knew that Sarah would do it with or without her. 'Better with than without.' Beth justified. "Okay - just this once."

"Knew you would see it my way!" Sarah exclaimed, trotting down the steps. Beth cautiously followed her. 

The wine cellar wasn't anything special. Mr. Den had a fair number of domestic wines and champagnes, but very few foreign wines. Among his wine collection he did have several bottles of an odd kind of liquor stored away, a green alcoholic beverage labeled "Absinthe", along with a number of bottles of fine rum. In the far corner of the small room, Sarah spotted an iron door.

"Okay Sarah. You've seen what he's got down here... lets go." Beth said after several minutes waiting as Sarah looked at each individual bottle.

"No... I'm not done... Come here. Look at this." Sarah motioned to Beth to follow. Beth sighed and stomped after the determined and nosy Sarah.

"What now?" Beth said, looking at the iron door. "No! I said one room - that's enough."

"You didn't say one room! You said just this once, which means it isn't over until I say its over." Sarah pouted, pulling open the iron door by a turn handle. The door was incredibly heavy, and Sarah strained to pull it open enough so that she and Beth could squeeze through.

"It doesn't matter! Sarah - just listen to me for once..." Beth sighed. She knew she was going to follow her. She knew no matter what she said, Sarah was determined to see what is behind door number two.

Both ladies slipped inside, finding yet another set of stairs. The staircase was made of gray chiseled stone. On each side of the staircase was a wall of gray chiseled stone, lined with torches, fueled by oil or perhaps gas.

"Okay, this is getting weird." mumbled Beth.

"He's probably just a rich D&D geek... stop your worrying and follow me." Sarah retorted.

"Yeah. That or a Vampire geek." Beth shuttered as she stomped down the steps.

Beth swallowed as the room came into view. Various hooks, shackles, and chains lined the walls. Several lengths of whip where hung on one side of the chamber, while other devices were against the other wall. There was a large pit just in front of the far wall, filled with an assortment of animal furs and pelts, above which was several shackles and collars. The room was huge, and the more Beth examined it, the more horrified she became.

"Uh, Sarah? We're leaving."

"Wow." Sarah said in amazement. "Our boss is a perv... Well, at least he isn't gay."

That last statement of Sarah's stung Beth's heart, but before she could react, both girls heard a deep chuckle from behind.

"Actually, my sexual preference is leather. If I had my way, before this day was done, you would be wishing I was homosexual." replied a deep, seedy, but familiar voice.

"Mister Jackleson?" Beth said in astonishment.

"My, my, my - what ever shall I do with my disobedient employees?" Dennis said, slipping from the shadows of the stairwell. "On their first day on the job yet! Already taking advantage of their employer's generosity. I expected as much from Sarah, but you Beth? I took you to be more responsible than that."

"Sir, I'm so sorry - I can explain..." Sarah begged.

"No. You can't. The two of you should consider yourselves lucky my meeting was canceled. Murray has been ordered to fire you on the spot - and he would if he would have found you down here. I'm in a festive mood, so I'll give you both one chance to keep your jobs." Den mused.




Kitten & Bell: A Prelude



"Lucky?" Beth inquired, "That depends on what we have to do, doesn't it?"

"Yes. I suppose it does." Dennis smiled. "You both have three options; the first is obvious... you can leave and never return. Don't use me as a reference, and keep your little beaks closed concerning my hobby."

"What's the second?" Beth said un-amused.

"The two of you can spend the rest of the day oiling and cleaning my entire collection of equipment. Considering how much I have here, that would take you until the daybreak to complete."

"Hmm..." Beth said.

"What's the third?" Sarah muttered, biting her lip. Beth shot a glance at her and growled.

"Ten lashes for each of you." He snapped. He quickly pulled his cat 'o nine tails from his rack. "Using this, on your bare buttocks. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes of suffering, and its all over."

"We can report you to the labor board just for suggesting that!" Beth exclaimed.

"You are working under the table, or need I remind you that?" Dennis barked. "Perhaps it would have been better if I would have just fired both of you. I'm not in the mood to play games, girl - I'm being generous."

"Generous?!" Beth yelled at him and frustration, and then managed to find her restraint. "Fine. We'll polish your little toys for you. I assume we are getting paid for this? Or am I assuming too much?"

"Yes, you will get paid - if it is all done today." Dennis stated.

"Um, Beth?" Sarah pouted.

"Are we going to do this with tooth brushes and spittle, or can we use cloth and some leather care products?" Beth said sarcastically.

"Oh, do please use tooth brushes and spittle - I really want an excuse to use your pay to buy myself all new bondage equipment." Den said with equal sarcasm...

"Um... Beth?" Sarah begged louder.

"And you do know, of course, I'm only keeping this job until I find a new one..." Beth quipped.

"Oh of course dear - wouldn't want to keep you from your ideal job in the food service indu..."

Sarah then cut Dennis off, screaming "BETH!" Beth and Dennis became silent and turned towards Sarah.

"Yes?" Beth asked innocently.

"I... I don't want to be cleaning all day. I'd rather be whipped." Sarah said meekly.

Beth looked at Sarah, surprised with her particular request. "Why would you ever want that?" Beth inquired.

"Because... I have a quiz tomorrow morning." Sarah whispered, realizing how much she was asking of her friend.

"Well, I'd rather quit." Beth admitted.

"I... don't want to quit." Sarah pouted. "Mr. Jackleson, this isn't Beth's fault. I talked her into coming down here. She shouldn't be punished for my actions, but I don't want to loose my job."

"No. You both did the deed - now you both pay the price." Den demanded.

Beth swallowed, knowing that her fate had already been sealed. "Sarah?" Beth said trembling, "You owe me big..."

Dennis suddenly kicked out a bench in front of the two girls. "Bend over and pull your jeans down." He watched as both girls, trembling, bent over the bench. Sarah pulled her daisy-dukes down, and Dennis smiled as he noticed she wasn't wearing any undergarments. Beth, on the other hand, only pulled her jeans down. "Your panties too, unless you want me to do that for you." muttered Den. Beth swallowed, and turned several shades of red as she pulled down her last defense. "Good."

"Get it over with." Beth grunted. She turned to Sarah, who was biting her lip and looking quite depressed over this situation. 'Good. Maybe she'll listen to me next time.' Beth thought, as another part of her yearned to comfort Sarah like a mother to a child.

"WHATH!" the nine tails screamed to their target. Sarah let out little more than a gasp. "WHATH!" Leather hit again against Sarah's bare ass, and she whimpered. "WHATH!"

'This isn't too bad.' She thought. 'More like a light spanking.'

"WHATH!" Sarah jumped, and moaned; She was beginning to regret her decision.

'That one was harder!' She noted, 'It made my whole body shutter. What's happening to me? Am I really...'

Her thoughts where interrupted by two strong blows against her rear. A tear ran down her cheek, as she realized just how powerfully this was affecting her. Her body was quivering like rabbit running scared. "WHATH!!! WHATH!!!" She cried out in pain, as several more tears flowed from her eyes down to her chin. Her body shuttered in pain as her womb quaked in pleasure.

'Pleasure? I'm enjoying this? Yes, I am enjoying this! Oh my god...'

"WHATH! WHATH!"

Even though the last two lashes were not nearly as intense as the others, she still felt the sting. Den then spoke in a hush, "Go ahead. Pull your slacks up. It's over for you."

Sarah silently pulled up her shorts and stood up. She walked a couple of steps away from the bench and wiped her tears, looking at Beth, as she stared, wordless, into the ground. Two small puddles had already formed on the concrete surface of the floor; Den hadn't yet begun Beth's ten lashes.

About fifteen minutes later, they were opening the door to their dorm room. Beth flopped down onto the bed, turning away from Sarah. "Bethy... You haven't said a word since we left." pouted Sarah. "Please? Say something."

Beth had begun crying again, but didn't want Sarah to know. She pulled a pillow up around her ears and pretended that she didn't want to talk to Sarah.

"Bethy? You know I..." She didn't know just what she wanted to say. Elizabeth wasn't listening anyway - or so she thought.

Sarah pulled her knees to her chest, and rocked back and forth, comforting herself. "I don't want to lose my best friend over something like this." She mumbled, "You are the only one who has ever stood by me. I know I'm selfish, bratty, and irresponsible; I know you are there to take care of me. Liz?" Sarah inquired. Elizabeth didn't respond. "Liz, I need you." She whined, as she began to weep in earnest.

Beth slowly got up, sat next to Sarah on her bed, and wrapped her arms around the girl. "I never could deny you..." Beth murmured as she snuggled her tear stained countenance into Sarah's shoulder.

"No? Why is that?" Sarah snickered through her weeping.

Beth smiled and looked at Sarah for a moment. She ran her hand through Sarah's hair as she gazed into the girl's eyes, and her smile was slowly replaced by a look of lust. Beth leaned in, trembling, and placed her lips upon Sarah's. She kissed her softly at first, and then proceeded to glide her tongue in between her best friend's lips.

Sarah suddenly pushed Beth away. "Stop." She whined, "Get away from me." Sarah then seized her coat and slammed the door behind her, abandoning Beth in their dorm room.

Dennis was enjoying a quiet evening home. "Do you think I was too harsh on them?" Den said, as he drew on a blank white canvas. Murray had just stepped into the art studio with a drink in hand, garnished with a slice of lime. He pushed a dozen or so tubes of paint further back onto the workbench, and sat the beverage down.

"I would have fired them, Mr. Jackleson." Murray said after a moment of deliberation.

"I know what you would have done - that wasn't the question." Dennis then looked at his confidante and sighed. "I probably should have just made them clean my toys. That would have been punishment enough. I didn't expect them to actually request the whipping." Dennis explained. He turned back around and continued to sketch out two figures. "I just wanted to scare them a little."

"Then perhaps you shouldn't have made it an option, Mr. Jackleson." Murray suggested. "I don't see what good such a punishment can do if it results in a law suit."

"It won't." responded Dennis.

"Oh? And how do you know that Mr. Jackleson?" inquired Murray.

"The first girl, Sarah, enjoyed it. She was on the verge of orgasm when I stopped." Dennis paused and backed away from the canvas; two nubile female figures were emerging from his outline. He then turned to Murray. "The second one, Elizabeth her name is, I think, will do anything Sarah tells her to do."

"Hmm... Now that would be a dangerous assumption to make. Why would such a young lady allow herself to be led by the nose?"

"Because she is in love. I saw how she looked at Sarah - but that girl is completely clueless as to how Elizabeth feels towards her." He answered Murray, while he concentrated on the faces of the two females.

Dennis backed away, looking at the image. Two figures in shades of white and gray, sketched out on Dennis's pallet looked out towards the men in an alluring fashion. Both figures had collars around their necks, one resembling Beth and the other resembling Sarah.

"I think I'll name one Kitten, and the other I'll name Bell." Dennis murmured, sipping on his rum and coke while admiring his handy work.

"I just hope they don't name you a lawsuit, Master Jackleson." Murray chuckled, as he retired for the night.

"Good night, Murray." Dennis said, smiling.



Kitten & Bell: Submission



Elizabeth heard Sarah crying out her name and awoke in a cold sweat. After a moment looking around their small dorm room, she realized that what she really heard was the alarm clock buzzer. She frowned and turned the alarm clock off, pulled Sarah's pillow, which she had slept with all night, up to her nose and breathed in, savoring her fragrance.

"Sarah..." Beth mumbled. It was eight in the morning and time for her to get ready for that damned job of hers. Beth threw Sarah's pillow back on her bed, pulled off her pajama top, her panties, and waddled her way towards the shower.

She looked into the mirror. Her long copper colored hair was disheveled in such a way that only a man could think of as being sexy. Beth didn't. Her green eyes were bloodshot from crying all night - which didn't help her appearance either. "You even look like a bull dyke," she insulted herself.

She reluctantly stepped into the shower. She turned the hot-water knob, then the cold-water knob, and then stood there, motionless, for a good five minutes as the water poured over her slender body. She then took her bar of soap and began to lather her breasts. Both nipples quickly stood to attention. 'I'm always so damn horny when I'm depressed,' she thought to herself, as she continued to run the bar of soap over her breasts. She then snapped out of her daydream, quickly lathering her stomach, her back, and buttocks. She sighed, lifting her right leg and lathering up from her foot. Elizabeth closed her eyes and pictured Sarah beneath her leg, seeing her slowly massaging the soap into her skin.

"Oh, did I touch that?" Sarah exclaimed in Beth's fantasy, as her hand gently brushed the lips of Beth's sex.

"You most certainly did..." Beth teased, running her hand through Sarah's curly black hair, as Sarah smiled seductively.

Sarah would then rinse that leg off, running her hands up and down its length. Beth imaged she was looking down at Sarah's kneeling form, as her large dark puppy dog eyes and pouting lips begged for the next leg. "Bethy... please?" she whimpered. Beth decided that in this fantasy she would then raise her left leg. She imagined Sarah lightly kissing the sole of Beth's foot and, abandoning all intentions of cleaning her beloved, sucking softly on her each of her toes.

Beth moaned as she pictured Sarah slowly licking the top of her foot and then kissing up her calf. Then Sarah would bite down on Beth's thigh and pull away. Sarah would do this several times as her hand would creep down to rub her own labia and clit. Her imagination then startled her as Sarah suddenly turned and bit Beth's clit softly. She pictured in her mind Sarah's nose buried in her red pubic hair, as she explored every fold and crevice of Beth's aching womanhood.

"Oh, Sarah... eat me..." Beth whined as her whole body shuddered in ecstasy. Beth's hand was digging into her own flesh hard as the other hand held her up. Her body pulsated in orgasm with soft vibrations rolling throughout her entire being.

The feeling slowly subsided. Elizabeth raised her hand to her lips and sucked cum off her fingers. 'This is what Sarah's kiss would taste like,' Beth thought to herself, sighing. She then frowned with the realization that her fantasy may never come true, and then began sobbing as she realized she probably has lost her friendship as well.

It was nine thirty before Beth stepped out of the shower. She rushed to get dried and dressed, pulling a sweat suit over her nude form and quickly blow drying her hair. She pulled into Dennis's driveway, seven after ten. Running up to the door, she rang the doorbell, hoping that she was not too late. No one answered, and she waited two minutes before ringing the doorbell again. She shivered in the cold autumn air and looked around.

She rang the doorbell a third time, just as a blue BMW pulled into the driveway. Dennis stepped out of the car, wearing a suit and tie. Without a word he unlocked the door. Beth walked in with him, looking down.

"I trust you have had a full nights sleep and are ready to work?" He inquired.

"Where were you? I was standing at the door for a good ten minutes."

"Church," Den replied.

"Church? *You* go to church?" Beth said, finding his attendance ironic. 

"Yes, I'm Catholic," Den responded, ignoring Beth's acid tongue. 

"Oh, you're Catholic. *That* explains a lot," Beth mumbled sarcastically. "You are probably wondering where Sarah is..."

"I don't have to wonder, I know where she is." Dennis snapped.

"You do? Where?" Beth uttered in anticipation.

"In the bondage room," Dennis smiled.

"She what!" Beth squealed, as her heart leapt into her throat.

"Got your attention, didn't I?" Dennis smirked. "She arrived by cab. Sarah was upset, confused, and was in want of a place to stay. I told her that she could stay with me for the night. Over the course of normal conversation, and quite a few drinks, she revealed that she desired me. She asked if she could be my slave for a time, and I told her I would have to think about it. In the mean time, I let her sleep in the bondage room, so she might get a taste of what it might be like."

"What did you do to her?" Beth demanded. Dennis just turned and chuckled.

"Nothing yet, sweet. Not yet." Den turned, and looked through Beth with his icy blue eyes. "Tell me, Elizabeth; just how do you feel about Sarah?"

Beth swallowed and replied, "She's my best friend."

"Oh, I think she is more than that, Elizabeth. I think you love her," Dennis accused.

"That is none of your business!" Beth breathed.

"Well, I'm making it my business."

"What do you want from me?" Beth turned away from him and sulked.

Dennis crept up behind Beth and whispered in her ear, "I want both you and Sarah as my slaves." Beth turned to look at him; she looked to be on the verge of crying.

"And what if I say no?"

"Then," Dennis explained, "your fantasy love affair with your best friend will never happen."

"And how are you so sure it will?" Beth whined.

"If you are both my slaves, you will have no choice but to have physical contact. If Sarah ever cared for you, even as a friend, her emotions will eventually develop into love." Den stated.

After a long moment of silence, Beth slowly asked, "And if I change my mind?"

Den knew he had her. He smiled and said, as he began to walk away, "After four days, I'll give you a choice whether or not to stay. As of right now, I'll give you one hour to decide."

Elizabeth's loins twitched with the heat of passion, and her heart ached for Sarah's acceptance. She already knew what her answer would be. "I don't need an hour," she said, swallowing, "Yes... I'll be your slave."

Dennis wordlessly approached Beth and pulled down her sweatpants, thrusting his hand between her legs. Rubbing her sex, he mumbled into her ear, "You are already wet. Good, I like that. I also see that you have learned that I don't like undergarments."

Beth blushed and avoided his stare. "I ... I ... was in a rush to get here. I took too long in the shower... I ... didn't mean to forget my panties," she babbled, looking down.

He pulled the sweatpants down further and ordered her to step out of them. He then ripped the large and loose-fitting sweatshirt off her back. He stood back, and admired her form. Her breasts weren't too small; she had two puffy nipples that Dennis knew he would enjoy sucking on. She was also slender and lithe.

"Turn." He demanded. She did so, slowly; her face was turning a new shade of red with every passing moment. 'She has a cute little rear,' he thought as she turned back around. He then said, "Look at me."

She looked up into his piercing eyes, and froze like a frightened child. He lunged at her like a hungry animal, and she raised both her arms in defense. Dennis place one hand firmly on the back of her neck and the other on the small of her back, pulling her body towards his own, taking her lips up into his own, staring directly into her soul as his mouth violated her own.

She dared not push him away. Her thin legs felt weak from the lust and fear; she felt hot and cold all at once. Then he broke the kiss.

"Go down to the bondage room. You are to remain silent until I join you there."

Beth lowered her eyes and walked silently towards the cellar. Her body felt strangely self-conscious of its nudity as she walked past the dusty bottles of wine and rum to the heavy iron door. As she slowly pulled it, she felt the gateway to her freedom slowly closing behind her.

Her naked feet lightly padded down the large stone staircase; the room seemed colder then what she remembered. She wrapped her arms around her breasts and turned to meet Sarah's gaze as she walked out from the darkness of the staircase.

Both ladies blushed at each other's nudity. Sarah was in the pit, on the furthest side of the room. Neither of them wanted to look each other in the eye and neither spoke. Beth frowned, as tears once again began to creep down her face.

Beth examined the room again, studying the square black metal poles that were placed strategically at regular intervals throughout the large room. At the top, in the middle, and at the bottom of each pole was a metal ring. In the very center of the room was a five-foot by five-foot metal grate, above which were a number of what looked to be showerheads. There were rolling steel tables set to the side of the room and whips hung from a rack. She saw several rusted cabinets and an old wooden chest that surely held unseen instruments of torture. The flame of passion that had moved Beth to accept his offer of slavery had been consumed by the growing horror as to what the room had in store for her.

"Like what you see?" a cold voice echoed through the room.

Beth suddenly turned to see Den standing there, watching her. She began to babble incoherently, feeling very vulnerable, "I-I-I dontwanabehere. Ichangem-m-mymind. Don't hurtme."

"Shh. Four days, remember?" he responded in a cool, but somewhat comforting tone. "Sit next to your friend."

Sarah was lounging in the animal furs. She was in complete contrast with Beth; she was calm, collected, and perhaps a bit uncomfortable being so close to another nude female body, but otherwise fine. Beth, on the other hand, was a blithering mess. She pulled her knees up to her chest and shook softly, glancing over towards Sarah with pleading eyes. "Sarah, I'm so sorry... I just -"

"SILENCE!" Dennis bellowed, interrupting Beth's apology. Both ladies jumped. He then calmly removed his jacket and tie, and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, then strolled up toward the pit where Beth and Sarah waited. He then grabbed Sarah by the arm and lifted her up. "Up on your knees, now." He commanded. She whimpered as he pulled her up onto her knees. "Now, sit back on your heels." She complied, but he still didn't seem satisfied. He slapped her on her buttock, and her slouching body shot up. "Never sprawl yourself out in the presence of your master. Your back should be straight, your shoulders should be parallel with your hips, and your chest should be thrust out." He had Sarah's full attention.

He glanced over to Beth, and she swallowed. He grabbed her foot and she squealed as he pulled it out from under her. "NEVER! Never hide your body from me." He shouted. Dennis then grabbed her arm and lifted her up, slapping her rear hard as he did. She quickly assumed the same position in which Sarah was sitting. He then stepped up out of the pit and paced between the two girls, examining them. Beth was too cold with fear to blush with embarrassment. Sarah, on the other hand, was a bit red in the face, as she felt a familiar wetness drip down from within her.

Den turned and walked away and quickly returned with a flat piece of leather, a bit shorter then the length of a belt. After a length of time, Dennis finally said, "For the next four days, every aspect of your life shall be subject to my control. Every time you are disobedient, you shall be punished. No punishment will ever be deadly, nor will any punishment draw blood. Do both of you understand?" Both of the girls nodded, and Beth sighed, relieved. 

"Good. You should also know that both of you will perform any sexual act that I desire, without question. I will not be requesting either of you, nor will you be allowed, to perform sex with anybody besides those in this room right now. Do both of you understand?" Dennis commanded. Beth nodded, reluctantly. Sarah hesitated to respond. 

"SMACK!" The leather strap fell upon Sarah's breasts, leaving a red welt along the top. She jumped and wrapped her arms around her chest whimpering. Her breasts where slightly larger and less firm then Beth's, so they bounced pleasantly as the strap glanced off them. Dennis was rather annoyed that he didn't get to see the whole display.

"Girl, I think you had better drop your arms..." Dennis stated, scolding her. Sarah quickly complied, dropping her arms down to her sides. "Do you understand now?" he asked, and she quickly responded with a nod.

"You are no longer Elizabeth and Sarah, and as such you will no longer answer to those names or use those names." Beth swallowed. She didn't like the idea of having her identity stripped from her for any length of time.

"Your name is Bell." He said, pointing to Sarah. "You shall answer only to that name. Do you understand?" Sarah nodded in response. "Your name is Kitten." He said, pointing to Beth. Tears then began to well up in her eyes. "You shall answer only to that name. Do you understand?"

"No..." Beth whimpered.

"SMACK!" The sound of the leather strap reverberated off the concrete walls. He had managed to land the instrument across her protruding nipples, causing her to cry out in pain. She doubled over, but quickly resumed her original position.

"You learn what I like fast, don't you?" He mused, and approached her. "Now, what is your name?"

"Beth..." She answered, closing her eyes. Instead of feeling the sting of the strap, she felt a pair of lips close around her nipple, sucking gently. Although this took a bit of the sting out, his soft mouth made her breast ache. He soon did the same to the other nipple, sucking on it until it stood out from her body. She moaned as he stepped back away from her. He then spat on both breasts and quickly raised the leather strap, brining it down on her breasts hard and fast. 

"NOOO!" Beth yelled out in pain. She clenched her chest and fell face down in agony. She now knew the reasoning behind his actions; he wanted her breasts to be wet and her nipples pronounced so the leather strap would cause more pain. She cursed her stupidity.

"Sit up. Now," he commanded. She slowly raised her head and cautiously placed her arms down by her side. "Do you know your name now?" Den asked.

"Kitten," Beth sighed. 'There were other more important battles to fight. I am not giving up this one because of the pain... just saving my strength,' she thought to herself. 

Dennis then leaned down and kissed Beth. "Good girl. Now - I know what the two of you *want* to call me, but bastard will not be in your vocabulary. Nor will fuck, bitch, or any other curse word. Neither of you are to use any vulgar language at all - I find it distasteful. You both are to refer to me as Master. When among non-bondage folk, you may call me Sir. When among other masters, mistresses, and slaves, you are to call me Master Den. Do you understand this?" Both ladies nodded without hesitation. "I didn't hear what I wanted to hear..." he hinted.

"Yes Master, I understand," Beth uttered. Sarah rolled her eyes.

Dennis ran his fingers through Sarah's hair and then suddenly pulled her head back with a fist full of her black curls. "You look like a volunteer, so you will go first," he said smirking. 

"Um, I'm sorry Master - please don't..." Sarah's dark eyes grew as large as a spooked mare's. Using her silky black hair as reins, Den pulled her up on her feet and dragged her out of the pit to a high-level sawhorse, which he then positioned just in front Beth. He pushed Sarah over the wooden rail and bound her hands and feet together with rope, with a length running between one pair of bound limbs to the other. From this position, she had to strain to raise her head high enough to see Beth's eyes.

"Now do you understand, Bell?" Den said patently as a father would to his child. Her labia puckered seductively from between her legs. He was caressing this flesh with one finger, barely touching the skin. She felt her whole body softly quiver to his touch.

"Yes Master, I understand. Please forgive me." Sarah whimpered. Beth swallowed, wishing that she was anywhere besides here. 

Den suddenly raised his hand and struck the protruding lips of her sex; Sarah yelped in response. "I forgive you, Bell, but you still must be punished," Dennis said, as he raised his hand again.

"SMAT!" Sarah yelped again as his large hand came down on her slit.

"Stop it! Stop hitting Sarah!" Beth cried out as she lunged forward to free her friend.

"HER NAME IS BELL!" Dennis boomed, pushing Beth back down.

"Beth - I mean Kitten... I'm alright," Sarah whimpered. "Please, continue to punish me Master."

Tears blurred Beth's sparkling green eyes as she looked up to the woman she loved. "Sarah, don't do this..." Beth uttered, pouting in mid-weep.

"My name is Bell," Sarah responded.

Dennis smiled and caressed Sarah's cheek. "Very good girl. Are you enjoying your punishment?"

"Yes Master." Sarah said.

"Good. One more, then I will shave you," Dennis spoke softly, rubbing her cheek with one thumb.

"Thank you, Master." Sarah replied, smiling.

Dennis circled around and raised his hand one more time. "SMAT!" Sarah pouted softly.

"Kitten, undo Bell's bonds." Den said sternly.

Beth's gaze betrayed her bitter loathing. She swallowed her pride and mumbled, "Yes... Master." As she untied Sarah, she smelled the distinct scent of a female's arousal, which in turn aroused Beth. When the last of the bonds were loosened, Beth neared Sarah's lips and tried to steal a kiss. Sarah pulled away and Beth pouted as new tears rolled down her frowning visage.

"Come here, Bell." Den motioned for Sarah to walk his way, into the center of the room. "Stay," he demanded. He put the sawhorse to the side and filled a bucket with hot water and carried it over to where Sarah stood. He then pulled out a straight razor.

"Um... uh..." Sarah stammered, wide eyed.

"Trust me." Dennis uttered, as he began lathering up shaving soap on Sarah's mound. She could feel her heart leap to her throat as the cold metal surface touched her skin. With a few expert swipes of the blade, it was all over. He splashed her the silky flesh of her sex with hot water, rinsing the excess shaving soap from her body.

She delicately touched her self, running her fingers over skin that had once been covered with course black pubic hair. The sensations she felt, the hot water dripping from her, the cool dank air drifting slowly over her form, and her own fingers stroking her labia, sent shivers of pleasure creeping down her spine.

Sarah smiled and looked at Dennis. "Thank you, Master Den," she cooed.

"You are welcome, my sweet Bell," Dennis replied with a small kiss to the hood of her clitoris.

Beth sat there, watching the scene like a hurt and jealous lover. She was brooding with hatred and pain; her painful stare was two sharp and penetrating needles focused on Dennis and Sarah.

Dennis turned towards Beth and smiled. He knew immediately what was running through her mind. "It is your turn, Kitten. Come to your Master."

She slowly got up and strolled towards Den. Although her countenance had betrayed her anger, her step betrayed her desire; Beth unconsciously swayed and twitched as she sauntered towards the center of the room. Dennis couldn't help but chuckle as he watched his young plaything's catwalk.




Kitten & Bell: Submission



"Stop there," he instructed Beth as she took a step in between two black pillars. "It took you long enough to get here. Bell, there are two lengths of rope on the worktable to your right. Fetch them."

Sarah walked over to the table, took a moment to look over the numerous items that cluttered its surface, and fished two coils of rope out from under the mess. She then walked over to Dennis. "Master, your rope," she said with a smile.

Beth swallowed. Den took the rope and reached for Beth's arm, which she quickly pulled away. "I'm not letting you tie me up. You didn't tie Sarah up!" Beth complained defensively.

Den's voice became deep and commanding. He said to Beth, "Bad girls that disobey their Master are always tied up. This is your punishment for acting out. You not only tried to tell me not to punish Bell, but you also referred to her by a name which she no longer is called, and refused to accept punishment. If you do not give me your arm right now, then you will suffer even worse than what I already have in store for you." Den then held out his hand. "Give me your arm, Kitten!"

Beth cringed at the sound of his voice, which was cold and unrelenting; it doused her rage and left her feeling empty. She cautiously placed her arm into his hand, which he then grasped and preceded to bind.

He made loop and knot just above her elbow and yet another loop and knot at her wrist. Den then pulled the rope through the top most and middle metal rings that where attached to the black pillar.

"Spread your legs." Dennis uttered. Beth complied, half-heartedly. "FURTHER!" Den then rumbled and Beth stretched her legs out as far as they would go.

He grasped one leg, and lifted it an inch off of the floor. He then pulled the rope taunt, forcing Beth's arm to be extended towards the ceiling. She was barely able to keep balance as Dennis secured her leg, binding the ankle into this position.

Beth whimpered as she assessed her new situation. Den then moved to the other side of her body and bound her other arm and leg in the same way, so that both feet were barely touching the ground. Dennis backed away and then surveyed her body.

"Quite an awkward position, wouldn't you say?" Den chuckled.

"Yes Master," Sarah replied.

Dennis pulled over the same bucket of hot water below Beth. He then felt up her legs and examined her underarms. "Forgot to shave too, I see."

"I woke up late!" Beth defended.

He ignored her. He lathered up her sex, legs, and underarms, and then began shaving her legs, taking long single strokes across her right calf. She secretly hoped Dennis would slip and cut her bonds; her arms hurt from being stretched towards the ceiling and her legs ached from being pulled so far apart. Every muscle in her being slowly became tensed and throbbed with pain. He took his time shaving every inch of her leg, which, upon completion, he massaged.

"Mmm..." she moaned softly.

He continued to ignore her, rinsing her leg off and quickly drying it with a towel, which he had Sarah fetch. Then Den worked the other leg, followed by her underarms. He massaged each of her limbs; his fingers probed deep into her flesh, releasing the tension that had caused her body to scream with agony. 

Sarah watched, now tinged with envy, as Dennis circled Beth's body to drive pain from her shoulders and back with his infiltrating touch.

"Is that better, Kitten?" he whispered in her ear.

Her pelvis jerked as she responded. "Yes... Master. It doesn't hurt as much now," she purred.

"Good." Den faced her and, with a few well-placed swipes of the blade, removed the tangle of copper hair from her slit. He quickly rinsed her off and sucked the warm water off of her sex. Beth sighed softly as his lips smacked against her smooth skin.

"Hey!" Sarah whimpered, "I thought she was going to be punished!"

"Jealous, Bell? Now you know how I feel," Beth replied bitterly.

"That is more then enough!" Den decreed as he rose up from Beth's sex. "You are both my slaves - here for my pleasure, not your own." He then gave a small slap to Beth's sex. "Bell, she will be punished; I think you will enjoy my chosen method of punishment. Sit as I have taught you in front of Kitten."

Sarah then took a seat in front of Beth, looking up at her bound form. She had to admit, Beth looked very vulnerable in that position. Something about that made her even more aroused. Even the idea of her best friend being jealous over her made Sarah's sex tingle, even though the thought of lesbian sex sickened her.

"Do you like what you see?" he spoke to Sarah.

"Yes, Master."

"Do you think Kitten is in love with you?" he asked, pacing behind her.

After a moment of silence, Sarah answered, "No... No, Master."

He softly rubbed Beth's womanhood and inquired, "Then why is she so wet, Bell?"

"Because she's a lez," Sarah said with a smile on her face. Beth looked away, her eyes filled with pain.

Dennis chuckled and then put one hand on Sarah's shoulder. "Do you think she would be more jealous of you or me if I took you right in front of her?"

"You Master," Sarah responded.

Dennis then circled Sarah, unbuttoning his shirt. She could make out a huge bulge in his pants and sighed. He stopped behind Sarah, and looked directly into Beth's eyes. Sarah could hear him undress behind her, but dared not look, not knowing how he would react. 'I hope he's big,' she thought as she leaked with expectation.

Beth knew. Her eyes devoured his form as he stripped; although she was never too attracted to men, she knew a good, well-endowed man when she saw one. She was aroused, wanting to see Sarah's expressions as her body writhed against his, but her heart ached with the pain of Sarah's words. 'Does Sarah really hate me so much for loving her?' she wondered.

"Kitten, Bell. Look into each other's eyes. Each time one of you turns away, you will earn one lash, is that understood?"

"Yes, Master," they both replied in turn. He didn't need to threaten them; their gazes were already locked. Sarah then felt his two hands on her hips. He eased her up and nuzzled his member between her buttocks. Dennis reached his arms around her body and placed one hand on each breast, rubbing the nipples with his thumb. She closed her eyes for a moment as he began rocking against her, and then reopened them to gaze back into Beth's eyes.

Sarah looked the part of the wanton whore. Her lips trembled with a small smile as she gyrated against Den's length, her eyes were glazed and her olive complexion was blushed. A small moan escaped her lips; Beth knew he had pushed into her. Sarah felt the tip of his flesh push away the labia and ease its way into her body. She felt his length inch its way into wet folds of skin and tissue, and sighed.

Beth's expression of anger and pain became one of pleading and helplessness. She pouted softly as she watched Sarah begin to buck her rear towards his body, swallowing his member up into her vagina. Sarah's breath became ragged; with each breath, she seemed to say to Beth that a female body could never please her.

Sarah's countenance became a slutty sneer; she had closed her eyes and began throwing herself back towards Dennis with abandon.

"Mmm... Master," she moaned. She then glanced up at Beth, just as her flesh clenched around Den's length, and saw Beth gazing down at her, sobbing profusely. Sarah's slutty sneer had quickly become a look of remorse; that which was destined from first touch to be an earth shattering orgasm, ended as a small spasm. Dennis withdrew from Sarah, unspent, as Sarah lipped the words that Beth longed to hear, 'Bethy, I'm sorry.'

"Perhaps it is love." Den said looking at the two ladies. Sarah just swallowed, and Beth turned away.

"Kitten," Dennis said with a small smile, "Tell me - have you ever been with a man?"

"No, Master." Beth mumbled.

"Good girl," he commended as he ran his fingers through Beth's hair. "Bell? There is a wooden box on the worktable. Fetch it."

"Yes, Master." Sarah uttered unenthusiastically. She came back and held the box out for Dennis.

"No. Sit down and set the box down in front of you," Dennis replied to her unspoken question. She complied quietly. "Good girl. Now open up the box," Dennis commanded. Sarah opened the box and then gazed up at Beth with her large brown repentant eyes. "Bell," Den said, "show Kitten what's in Pandora's box." With that, Sarah lifted up a rubber dildo the size and shape of Dennis's member. The instrument had a carved wooden handle shaped perfectly for Den's grip at the end of which was a silver ball.

"Wha... What is that for?" Beth breathed.

Dennis leaned into Beth and gently fondled one of her breasts as he whispered, "Kitten, she will be taking your... virginity, unless you would prefer I take that honor."

"No..." Beth answered, quivering. She turned towards Dennis and he gently kissed her lips. "Thank you... Master," she whispered sincerely.

"You are welcome, pet," he replied. He ran a hand through his black hair in cool denial of the gratitude Beth had shown him for this simple act. He turned toward Sarah and instructed her; "You are to use the toy and your mouth on Kitten, is that understood, Bell?"

Sarah looked a little disgusted for a moment then glanced back up at Beth and sighed; this was her penance for forsaking her best friend and she was determined to show Beth how sorry she truly was. 

"Yes, Master. I understand," she mumbled in defeat. 

Sarah moved closer to Beth and gave her shaven sex a small kiss. The aroma of Beth's arousal sent shivers down Sarah's spine. She paused and then softly licked the lips of Elizabeth's womanhood. Sarah paused yet again and let the taste roll around on her tongue. "It's... not that bad..." she cautiously said out loud.

She ran her tongue up and down the flesh before her and carefully nibbled on her labia. Sarah's heart jumped as she heard Beth moan. Sarah felt Beth's body sway in her direction, offering her easier access to the sweet slit before her. Sarah, in turn, began lapping up Beth's juices in earnest and pressed the head of the dildo against the opening of her sex. She then began to bob her head up and down on Beth's clitoris as she thrust the surrogate member into place.

As Beth's echoing groan of pleasure surrounded Dennis, his length twitched with new life. He watched as Beth cast her eyes downward towards Sarah with a loving gleam; he knew he had done the right thing and now was overdue for a reward.

Sarah was thrusting the rubber length into Beth at a regular pace as she licked the liquid that dripped from the lips. Sarah's eyes met Beth's and Beth mouthed the words 'I love you,' to her just as Dennis approached Sarah from behind. As Sarah felt Den press his hot slick member against her rear, she mouthed back, 'Oh, Bethy!' 

"Oh - Oh... no..." Sarah panted, as her head thrashed about like a frightened mare.

"Shh... It won't hurt too bad," Dennis promised as she felt Den press the head of his sex into Sarah's rear.

"Mmm...Master, Please no..." she whined. Sarah's thrusts became irregular.

Den's only response was to grasp her breasts and kiss her back as he eased in further. Sarah tried to relax and rubbed her nose across Beth's clit as she adjusted to the flesh that was invading her body. Dennis then started thrusting slowly, kissing Sarah's back as he did. Sarah moaned in response, which vibrated the flesh at her lips; Beth whimpered.

Den's hands crept back around to Sarah's shoulders, massaging them as he established a rhythm. Sarah, although still distracted, tried to focus on Beth. 'She deserves my attention,' thought Sarah, 'I've put her through hell because of my selfishness.' She attempted to slowly regain her pace thrusting into Beth. 

She bit on Beth's clit and began thrusting the dildo at an increased speed. Soon, the black rubber instrument was flying into Beth with all the speed and strength Sarah possessed. Beth was shuddering against her bonds, crying out in pleasure and pain; her whole body became tense as the slick substance of Beth's sex dripped down onto Sarah's hand.

Dropping the instrument and placing both hands on Beth's thighs, Sarah started on the task of lapping up the mess Elizabeth had made. She was breathing hard and with each inhale and exhale, Beth's blood engorged clitoris tingled.

Sarah snapped her head upward. Beth admired her gaze of pleading desire, her slick glistening chin, and the traces of blood on her full suckable lips. 

"Master, make me cum..." Sarah pleaded, still captivated by Elizabeth's emerald eyes.

"Oh... yes, I will," he breathed into her ear. He pumped in and out of her harder and she groaned. His hand wandered around her body until his left hand found its way to one of her ample breast and the other hand found the dripping flesh of her sex. Her chest heaved as she gazed up into Elizabeth's visage, her mouth releasing musical moans, her eyes dark and glazed.

Sarah dropped her head and closed her eyes, hurling herself back into Dennis's lap. He pulled her to his chest and bit down on her neck, sucking hard. Sarah cried out and placed her hands upon his buttocks.

Den looked up at Beth and growled, "You are my slave - both of you." Beth just nodded as her hips gyrated to the song emanating from Sarah's lips.

Sarah turned her head towards Dennis and whispered, "Master?" Before she could speak another word, his lips landed on hers. She felt the tip of his member swell and explode within her, igniting her own orgasm. The two of them shuddered, their lips dancing around recklessly.

He broke the kiss and gazed into her large deep brown eyes as he slowly pulled out from her. "Go to Kitten," he mumbled. Sarah lifted herself up; her legs were quivering with every step she took, but it felt strangely pleasant. She then wrapped her arms around Elizabeth and softly kissed her lips, pressing chest to chest.

"This is exactly as I thought you would taste..." Beth sighed.

"What? You mean you fantasized this?" Sarah said.

"Bell, hold Kitten up while I release her." Den commanded.

Dennis started to release Beth's ankle from the rope's hold as she replied, "Well, not exactly this..." Beth almost fell upon the floor, but Sarah caught her. "Ouch... Did you have to keep me up for so long!" she whined to Dennis.

"Hush, Kitten, unless you want to spend the rest of the night tied up like this," his steely voice threatened. 

"Yes, Master." Beth answered.

Dennis quickly released Beth's other ankle and arm. "Go," he said pointing over towards the animal fur-lined pit.

"Can't we wash off first?" Sarah complained.

"No, Bell."

Sarah helped Beth over towards the pit and then both sat, looking towards Dennis, waiting for instructions. Instead, he walked to Sarah and softly kissed her lips. "Hmm... that does taste nice," he commented as he glanced over at Beth. Den took the leather collar that had been hanging from a hook on the wall and placed it around Sarah's neck. 

"You are mine, do you understand, Bell?"

Sarah nodded.

"Say it, then," he gently demanded.

"I am yours, Master," she replied.

He walked towards Beth and kissed her softly. "Do you think you will be okay?" he asked.

"I think I'll be fine," Beth said.

"You are mine, Kitten," he again whispered.

"I am yours, Master," she responded with a smile. 

Thank you, Dragonette, for your always-expert editing. Keep Kitten & Bell alive! Please vote on this story and send feedback!