1 comments/ 15169 views/ 6 favorites The Kitten Chronicles Ch. 02 By: NaughtySexySecret ------------------------------------------------- Author's note: This is the sequel to Kitten Forgets, AKA The Kitten Chronicles Part 1. Part 3 is underway. Thanks to all those who voted and/or left feedback. Comments welcome! ------------------------------------------------- He entered the house quietly and made his way down the hall. He heard her first...soft, breathless moans punctuated with sporadic "uh huhs". He went into the room and found her as he'd left her, naked with her hand between her legs, playing with his pussy, hips rocking in time with the rhythm of her fingers. "Kitten," he said quietly, and she opened her eyes and looked at him. "Sir," she answered reverently, prayerfully, moving to her hands and knees, crawling across their huge bed until she reached the edge and looked up at him with pleading emerald eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, coffee-colored hair tousled, and hard nipples deep rosy pink. She had never been more beautiful to him. He pushed his fingers through her hair, and she pressed into his hand, her back arching upwards, making the low purring sound of pleasure that inspired her name. She'd had quite a day, he reflected as he petted her. She'd brought it on herself, but she'd taken her discipline with grace; and he hadn't made it easy on her. It was necessary to make quite certain that there would be no repeat of her infraction. When he'd left the house that morning, he'd told her to expect periodic video check-ins, and the first one was a couple of hours later. Via computer and their personal live webcam, he found her reclining against a mountain of pillows, her eyes closed and a dreamy smile playing around the corner of her luscious mouth with its plump bottom lip as her hand petted his pussy softly, a finger occasionally dipping inside for a brief moment. Each time she flicked her clit with the tip of her fingernail, her head went back, and a whispered "Uh huhhhhh," slipped from her mouth. "Hello, Kitten," he said, and she turned towards his on-screen image, smiling sweetly. "Hello, Sir," she answered, licking her lips. "What have you been doing, Kitten?" "Playing with Sir's pussy," she said, sliding a finger into her mouth and sucking it seductively. Little minx, he thought but didn't let her see his amusement. "And have you cum, Kitten?" "No, Sir," she said, eyes wide with sincerity. "Kitten doesn't have permission to cum, only to play with Sir's pussy." "Play for me Kitten," he directed. "Open my pussy and show me how wet it is." She spread her legs wide for him and opened the lips to his pussy so he could see the very moist pink interior. She circled her clit with her fingertip, slowly at first and then with increasing speed and pressure. She slipped her middle finger inside his pussy and made a soft mewing sound of pleasure. "Oh, oh, oh, Sir," she whispered, looking directly into the camera. "Good girl, Kitten," he said. "On your knees now, baby, I want your ass." She complied, pressing her face to the mattress, her ass raised high, pussy open and glistening. His cock twitched and hardened as it always did when she assumed what they called "kitten style". He knew from experience how hot and tight that little pussy was and how it sucked his cock in, the walls squeezing as she pushed back on him. He watched her hand move between her legs and her finger find her clit, her ass bouncing as she rubbed it. She raised her head to look over her shoulder at the monitor, smiling even as her breath caught from the pleasure in her throbbing clit. "Get your toy, Kitten," he commanded, and she crawled across the bed, her ass swaying seductively. She opened the drawer in the bedside table and pulled out her newest toy, a pink vibrator with a clit tickling bunny tip. Without being told, she leaned against the pillows, her legs open and his pussy exposed as she slid the toy in her mouth and sucked it like she did his cock. Her tongue swirled around the head as she made eye contact with him via webcam. She moved it in and out of her mouth, licking the shaft like an ice cream cone, and then asked, "Sir, may I put it in your pussy?" "Yes, Kitten," he agreed, his hand around his cock, stroking softly, as she slid it in with a naughty smile and drawn-out ohhhhhhhh. "Turn it on low, Kitten," he said and heard the motor come to life. She gasped and held it still, letting her body adjust to the vibrations. "Turn it up, Kitten," he directed, and she licked her lips, her hips lifting to accept more of the pulsing toy. "All the way up now, Kitten," he said firmly. "Fuck my pussy." She complied, and he watched the toy move in and out, watched as she pushed harder and took it deeper, moving closer to the edge with each thrust. Her breath began coming in short, urgent pants scattered with rapid bursts of "Uh huh. Uhhhhh huh. Uh-uh-huh." "The bunny, Kitten," he said firmly, and her eyes widened. The bunny could take her from zero to crashing orgasm in a matter of minutes. She was way past zero already, and she knew he knew it; but she did as he said, positioning the toy so that the bunny vibrated against her clit as the shaft vibrated in the hot, wet confines of his pussy. Without direction from him, her free hand lifted to her breast, and her fingers teased the hard nipple, twisting, squeezing, and pulling it until she moaned more loudly. "Sir-Sir-Sir," she chanted. "Please sir, please, please!" His cock was straining against his palm as he stroked it, pre-cum oozing from the head; but his voice was calm. "Please what, Kitten?" "Please may I cum?" she begged. "Please may. I. Cum?" "No, Kitten. And you know why." She whimpered in response, the toy in his pussy pleasurable to the extreme. "Tell me why, Kitten," he commanded. "Because I was bad. And. Oh-oh.and I...ohhhhh...and I must be punished, Sir," she answered breathlessly. "I'll be good, Sir," she promised. "Please...please." He pushed his chair back and stood, letting her see his cock. She licked her lips as if she could taste him, and he moved closer to the camera, stroking it faster as his orgasm built. "If you'd been a good girl," he said, "You could have my cock." "I'm sorry, Sir," she said tearfully, and her hips bucked in time with the buzzing vibrator. "Please, Sir, I need....need....ohhhhhh, Sir, pleasepleasepleaseplease....uh huh uh huh uh huh...please.... I need Sir's cock...want Sir's cream." "As you wish, Kitten," he said from between clenched teeth and groaned as he came. He heard her moan and beg, had never seen her so close without going over. "Do not cum, Kitten," he ordered. "Turn your toy off." The toy's motor stopped, and he saw it fall from her hand. Her breathing was ragged, and she slid a pillow between her legs as though she could stop the throbbing by pressing his pussy into its softness. A tear slid down her cheek, but she never looked away from the camera. "You did well, Kitten," he praised softly, and she relaxed a little. "You may rest a bit, and I'll check in with you again after a while." "Yes, Sir," she said, her voice trembling. "Thank you, Sir." His image went away, and she curled into a tight little ball, clutching the pillow as her hips gyrated against it of their own accord. Sir's pussy was wetter than ever before and throbbed and begged for release. Her nipples were hard and aching, and she longed to have him there to suckle them softly, rubbing his tongue against the sensitive tips. He could make her cum just by playing with them, and she tingled at the memory. She was tired and achy, and her entire body screamed for release, but the thought of disobeying him never even crossed her mind. "Teach me, Sir," she whispered, "Punish me. I am yours." The Kitten Chronicles Ch. 03 This is the final chapter of The Kitten Chronicles. Thanks to everyone for the votes, feedback, and comments. It's very much appreciated! ============================================ She pushed into his hand as he petted her, running his strong fingers gently through her hair. His voice crooned softly, "Good girl, Kitten. I am pleased," All day he'd toyed with her, bringing her to the precipice of orgasm time and time again only to call her back with a single syllable command. "No." It didn't matter how she begged or how many times she apologized, the answer stayed the same. "No." Her desire to please him was stronger than her need; and, no matter how impossible it seemed, she obeyed. She'd never been so desperate, so needy, so aroused, teetering on the edge of blissful release. The bed was a wreck from her body writhing on the sheets all day, and her body trembled, a jumbled mass of tautly-stretched nerves. He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face so that she met his eyes. He bent his head to hers and crushed her lips beneath his. She moaned into his mouth as he plundered her with his tongue, meeting him thrust for hungry thrust. He pushed her on to her back and tied her wrists to the bedposts with the waiting black silk scarves. She pulled against them, arching her back as she looked at him with eyes that burned green fire. He drew his finger from her neck to her belly button and back up to her breasts where he grazed a nipple with his fingertip until it pebbled, and she moaned. His lips followed his finger, circling her nipple with his tongue, finally drawing it into his hot mouth, sucking, biting, as she strained urgently against the scarves. He continued his sweet torment, moving to her other breast as his fingers moved down her belly until he reached her hot, wet center; and she lifted her hips to press against his hand. "Patience, Kitten," he murmured, sliding one finger deep inside his drenched pussy as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. He continued the assault on her over-stimulated nipples and slipped in a second finger as her moans got louder, her voice pleading for permission to cum. He kissed her hard, mercilessly, allowing her to suck his tongue for only a moment before whispering in her ear, "What do you want, Kitten?" "I want to cum for you, Sir," her voice was strained, beseeching. "Please let me cum for you." "Hmmm...." He stroked her lips with his tongue. His fingers moved relentlessly in his pussy, her hips gyrating against his hand. "Almost," he whispered, increasing the speed and pressure on her clit. She bucked against him, and he said, "Cum, Kitten...cum now." At his command, her body jerked violently, shuddering as she came crashing in great waves of pleasure, moaning, her words a jumbled concoction of, "Yes, uh huh, Sir, thank you, ohmygod, oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes" drawing the syllables out as her juices flooded his hand, her thighs, and the bed. He watched her spiral down, felt the tremors and aftershocks course through her with every little movement of his fingers. He brought her back to the edge and watched her eyes go wide. "Again, Sir? Can Kitten cum again?" Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and he kissed her. "Patience," he admonished with a sinister smile. He slid down her body, stroking her belly with his tongue, sliding his hands beneath her ass and lifting her to his mouth. Her need to touch him was great, and she pulled against the bonds even as she felt his breath whisper on her mound and his tongue snake out tease the seam of her lips before sliding inside, stroking with long, hot licks. "More, more, please, oh God," she panted as he feasted, every muscle in her body coiled as his tongue drove her higher. He flicked his tongue against her clit several times before sucking it into his mouth, and she began to beg in earnest. He raised his head for less than a moment, only the time it to took to say, "Now," and with the next touch of his tongue she shattered against his mouth, long, breathless moans filling the air as she struggled for air. Her body crested, receded, crested again until she collapsed, relaxing against the restraints, delicate tremors flowing through her. She opened her eyes as she felt him untying the scarves, and rolled into his arms, bestowing hot little kisses on his face and neck. When he didn't stop her, she moved down his chest, pausing to flick his nipples with her tongue, feeling them harden for her as she skimmed her hand down his taut stomach. She wrapped her hand around his cock and began stroking him as she moved down his body. She licked his cock like a popsicle, closing her mouth around the head to suck and swirl her tongue across the tip. She felt his hand in her hair, guiding her mouth down, down, down until she felt him pressing at the entrance to her throat. She sucked, then sucked harder as he pushed into her mouth. She tasted pre-cum, and like a greedy kitten, hummed around his cock as she sucked, searching for cream. He pulled out of her mouth, and she made a mewing sound of displeasure until he instructed her, "On your knees, Kitten," in a growl that made her gush. On her knees, ass high, pussy open, wet, gleaming pink, she felt him behind her, felt his cock teasing the entrance and pushed against him. The head of his cock slid inside as his hand came down hard on her ass. "Patience," he ground out, spanking her again, leaving his handprint on the creamy skin of her ass. The sting of pleasure-pain made her throb, and she struggled not to push against his cock. "Please, Sir," she pleaded. "Please, please." His voice was strained but calm as he dragged the tip of his cock from her clit to the slippery passage that threatened to suck him inside her. "Please what, Kitten?" "Please fuck your Kitten, Sir," she said in breathy begging rush. "Please fuck Kitten hard. Please, Sir, please." He didn't acknowledge her plea, simply slid inside the heat and the wet with one gliding stroke. She moaned and pushed against him. Slamming his cock harder with each stroke, she begged for more, fingering her clit, chanting, "Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh," with each thrust. "Cum, Kitten," he commanded as his body released, his head thrown back, a guttural roar of triumph filling her ears as she obeyed. Feeling hot jets of his cum filling her, she shuddered once, twice, three times, and then crumpled as he pulled out and lay down beside her, stroking her back in a soft, lazy, sensual motion. "Good girl," he murmured. She moved between his legs, cleaning his cock with her tongue, long, lazy licks, sucking drowsily on the head. "Well done, Kitten," he said, and she let his cock slip gently from her mouth. Her head rested on his thigh, and she was in a place of complete contentment. "Thank you, Sir," she said softly and drifted off to sleep to the rhythm of his hand as he petted her.