The Master's Kitten

I ran to open the door, excited to see my sexy Australian man. I had picked out a little black dress that I knew you would love. It was short, and I tugged nervously at the hem, but it flaunted my curves beautifully and I knew it. Not to mention it was backless. My heels were high and red, and my makeup done just the way you like it best, with my mane of hair down and free, framing my face in reddish brown.

As I opened the door I smiled shyly, “Master.” And stepped aside to let you in.

“I have a gift for you Kitten. Several, actually. Some for now, and some for later.” You grinned mischievously.

This whole master/kitten scenario was still new for me, and I shifted nervously, wondering what you might have in store. After our first meeting, I remember asking if I would ever see you again as you left, and you’d just winked at me, and said “I think so.” We began to settle into a bit of a risqué (well, risqué for me I suppose) friends with benefits sort of thing. Basically, my Master came over when he could, and used me as he pleased. I...have been rather fond of this treatment. Of being your personal toy. And more importantly, as we gain a better understanding of each other, you’ve been leading me deeper into this world. Teaching me that the only vanilla I need in my life is the flavor…

Our dynamic is definitely something I have never had before. This mutual understanding that we were friends, but not dating. That this was pure, untainted enjoyment with absolutely no strings, or commitment. It was both incredibly freeing, and somewhat terrifying. How could a Kitten NOT fall in love with her Master? The thought alone is always enough to make me shake my head. I’d sorted it out. The Master may do as he pleases, but perhaps the Kitten should stay loyal. I wasn’t sure how I would manage it in the long run, but you have always been far too magnificent a beast for me not to try.

“This, I know you’ve been waiting for. I have your collar in this box,” You handed it to me, and I set it aside gingery, curiosity burning in my gut. “And a little something to go with of course.” By now I was biting at my lip, a leash? Maybe kitty ears? Or was it something I hadn’t even thought of? “And for now, I have this.” In your hands you held a glittering length of chain, at first I couldn’t place quite what it was.

“You got me, a necklace?” I asked skeptically, this wasn’t exactly the sort of relationship where I was expecting jewelry. And I didn’t want to read into it too far.

You chuckled, “Not exactly Kitten, now turn round and I’ll put it on you.” As you fastened the intricately braided chain around my neck, I realized it was quite tight, tighter than any choker I’d ever worn before in fact. “This,” he paused, “is your new day collar. You don’t have to wear it every day, but I do expect you to wear it every time we go out, and any other time I ask you to.” I stepped back from you and turned around so you could see the new chain around my neck. It was decorative and beautiful, classy enough I could wear it just about anywhere, and far too tight for me to ever forget I was wearing it. My heart leapt, it was beautiful, it was naughty, it was subtle, it was purrrrfect! The smile on my face probably said it all.

Just as we were about to go out, your phone rang. Work. I huffed in frustration, of course your work came first, and I wouldn’t dream of complaining about it whether you were mine, or not. But one does the best one can. So I took your hand and led you over to my couch. If you had to be on the phone, if you couldn’t go anywhere or do anything, well then at the very least I could have some fun.

I ran my hands through my hair distractedly. How to start? Oh, of course. I darted into the other room and retrieved my tail, which I quickly put into place. You took more notice as I sauntered back into the room than you had when I left. Silently I stretched my arms up over my head and turned in a circle, letting you enjoy me from every angle. Then I ran my hands down my body, I messed up my hair, cupped and caressed my breasts, I touched myself the ways I wanted you to tease me. I grabbed my own ass and smacked it, winking at you playfully.

You sat on the edge of my couch, still on the phone. So I dropped down to my hands and knees and ever so slowly crawled across the room to you. My hips swayed and my tail wagged, the dress hiked up to my hips, but not quite so high that you could see which thong I was wearing. I placed my hands in between your knees, looking lustily up into your face. I rubbed my cheek against the inside of your thigh, and reached for your belt. But you swatted my hand away giving me a stern look. Of course, business before pleasure. I pouted at you. Well, I would make do. At least I had you here.

I retreated to the middle of the floor, still on my hands and knees. I took a deep breath feeling the day collar tight around my neck and smiled. Kitties don’t take kindly to being ignored. I sat on my rump facing you, legs spread. You could see the fabric of my black thong between my legs, I arched my back for you. Slowly, with both hands I felt myself up, taking special care to massage my breasts, cupping them, rubbing them, then pulling down the fabric of my dress. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. I pinched my nipples and smiled up at you. You know how I love having my breasts played with, and so with one hand I continued, but the other. The other hand worked its way down.

First I settled for stroking my thighs. The outside, then the inside, gradually working my way higher, making sure I had your eyes on me even if I couldn’t have your hands. Finally I stroked my slit through my wet thong. I closed my eyes and suppressed a moan. I spread my legs wider, making sure you had a good view as I leaned back. You could see my tail poking out from under me as I wiggled my ass for you and rubbed myself. My left hand came down off my chest to stroke the inside of my thigh as I pulled aside my underwear, revealing my wet pussy. As I slid a finger in I shuddered in pleasure. The harder I panted the more aware of my new collar I became, and the more I noticed the collar, the hornier I found myself. The show was meant for you, but my focus was shifting. It felt so good, and I was so horny. I’d been waiting for you all day and all I wanted was this release. My hand went from stroking to clawing at my thigh, I felt so good. I left angry red marks but I didn’t care, my thong was soaking, but I didn’t let it get in my way. Faster. Harder. Mmm I was so close. Your little kitty was going to cum for you, all over her own fingers in her hot little black dress while you watched. I knew you wanted me too. I wished it was your cock. But Kitten doesn’t get cock until she does what Master wants. I don’t usually cum so hard when I masturbate. But this time the pleasure was intense. I meowed for you, quietly, remembering your phone call, biting my lip and shuddering in pleasure on the floor. Trembling and then lying there. As I came back to my senses I straightened my dress and retrieved a shoe I hadn’t even realized had come off. I licked the stickiness off of my fingers. The collar was making it difficult for me to catch my breath, but I left it on as I curled up next to you on the couch.

When you finally got off the phone I stretched and shook myself all over. We wouldn’t be out long I knew. So I left my butt plug in for you, but you allowed me to remove the tail. We were going out to buy something special for today. We were buying rope for new Shibari patterns.

I shook my ass for you all the way to the car. We weren’t gone long, but I was so terribly excited it felt like ages. When we got home. Everything changed.

From the moment the door shut behind us, you were the Master. You pushed me roughly against the wall and my heart hammered in my chest with excitement. I went to kiss you and you restrained me. I went to touch you and you pinned my hand to the wall before smacking my ass making me yelp. Oh I wanted to be a naughty kitty. I wanted you to punish me. Teach me a lesson. You stood back and eyed me a moment.

“Why don’t we get you into something a little more, comfortable.” You turned and retrieved the box with my new collar in, a beautiful black leather one with a bell, and the word “kitten” on it.

I of course allowed you to remove my day collar and replace it with the sturdy leather one, which you fastened securely around my neck. I wriggled under your touch, wanting you. I knew I was behaving badly, but you hadn’t ever really kept me in check before. Today though, you had something else in mind. Today you were going to teach me my place.

Normally, you would spend an excruciatingly long period of time teasing me up against the wall. Some of the most exquisite torture I have ever experienced. Today was different. Oh, there was still plenty of teasing, you pinned my hands to my side and pressed your boner into my ass just the way I love. You pulled my dress up and bit my ass and gave me hickies until I squealed before shimmying my panties down and off. But I could tell you were impatient, distracted. You lifted my dress up, and off over my head, leaving me in nothing but those ruby red “fuck me” heels.

“It’s time to tie you up, Kitten” My heart leapt at those words.

You had me stand facing the mirror as you pulled out our new rope. With practiced motions you tied me up like an intricate little package. The robe bound my flesh deliciously. The tightness around my breasts, the way it rubbed my pussy, it all just made me squirm with delight. It didn’t hinder my movement at all, but it was impossible to move without feeling the ropes move with me. It was so intimate. So naughty. I reattached my tail when all the ropes were tied.

You had me stand there, in front of the mirror in nothing but my fox tail and this sexy Shibari you had tied me up in. Like a frisky little present you didn’t even need to unwrap.

“Now we’re going to take some pictures.” My jaw dropped. “Go put your whiskers on like a good Kitten.”

Of course I did as I was told. Kitten makeup in place, wearing nothing but Shibari, my shoes discarded. When I returned to you, you gave me a cute little set of cat ears to wear.

“Now, you’re not allowed to touch me until I have some sexy pictures to win this contest for a free tail. Are we understood?”

“Yes master.” Then I got down on all fours and stretched out for you like a good kitten as you began to take pictures.

At first I didn’t know quite what to do with myself. But I relaxed as I got hornier. The Shibari was really quite a turn on, and you’d placed me in front of a mirror where I could get a good look at my new collar and my own ass and tail. Soon I was sprawled out on my back, arms above my head, arching for you, twisting and then running my hands down my entire body slowly. I wanted to make sure you saw everything. My fingers linger at my slit, stroking, playing, my other hand clawing still more red marks into my thigh. I rolled over on my stomach and smacked my ass hard for you, shaking it. Mmm how I wanted you to touch me. I reached back and spread my cheeks, showing off my tail, my butt plug, my dripping pussy for you, for the camera. I crawled towards you, one paw in front of the other, swaying my hips sexily for you. Then I stood and posed in the doorway, hand above my head, back arched sexily.

“Just a few more poses Kitten.”

I meowed for you and stuck my tongue out in mock distaste.

You turned me around and pulled my arms behind my back, “You are such a naughty Kitten, I must teach you how to behave properly.” You removed your own belt and used it to loosely tie my hands, we both knew it couldn’t hold me, but I was more than happy to play along for now.

“Now stay.” And you went into the other room, coming back with my new leash. I wiggled happily as you attached the steel chain to my collar.

You pressed your hard cock into my backside and pulled on my leash, making me whimper. “You will behave.” In response I simply ground my tail into you.

That was not what Master asked for though. So you removed your belt from my arms. I mistakenly thought I was free for a moment, but then you took my leash and wrapped it around my wrists. I still had some freedom, but with my hands attached to my neck, truly not much. I whimpered.

This time when you pulled me to you there was no resistance. “Good girl.”

I knew I would have to earn my hands back, but since I wasn’t allowed to touch you yet I wasn’t sure how I would do that exactly. You turned me around to face you and then picked me up, making me squeal unexpectedly. You tossed me onto the bed, my arms still tied behind me, the tension on my leash maddening as I squirmed. You undressed as I fought to right myself while bound.

I watched as you approached me. The lust in your eyes made me shiver with anticipation, but I knew you wouldn’t fuck me yet. I’d been naughty, you wouldn’t even kiss me yet. And I whimpered as you teased me. Lips brushing mine but not meeting, before biting my neck, truly, you were the master. As I arched for you, you became gentler, biting giving way to hickies. My neck and chest blossoming into many shades of red and purple as you marked me as yours. I wanted to touch you so badly, the more I strained the tighter my leash and collar felt, but I didn’t mind, it only drove me wilder. You smiled at the sight, your Kitten all tied up and still begging for more. You grabbed my leash up near the collar and pulled me to you and kissed me roughly, I was pleasing you. Then you released it and I dropped back onto the bed, helpless again.

You worked your way down between my legs. And very gingerly you bit my sensitive thighs. Then licked your way to my slit. I knew you wouldn’t let me up, wouldn’t even untie me until you tasted my cum. What I wasn’t expecting, was how vigorously you would work to get me there. All of the teasing was gone, you ate me out with a hunger that amazed me. I was already wet, and ready for you, and it didn’t take long for me to cum, panting and trembling.

I had thought that you would untie me. But you simply picked me up and placed me on the floor, just as bound as ever. You sat in front of me, your intent clear. I would earn my hands back by sucking your cock. So I leaned in and got to work.

I preferred greatly to have my hands, but nothing would deter me from giving my master the kind of blowjob he deserved. I licked happily at your cock. Savoring the taste, going down on you is always such a pleasure for me, and this time was no different. I relish the way you tangle your hands in my hair and gently push me down as I swallow your cock. Your hands always touch me in the most delicious ways while I suck you. It didn’t feel like long before you were pulling at my leash though, pulling me up off of your cock.

I licked my lips and eyed you, “Yes Master?”

You picked me up with no warning and once again I yelped as you carried me, this time over to the counter top. You set me down and untied my wrists, they were red from my struggles, and I imagine my neck had some marks to match. You tugged on my leash, forcing me to look up so you could kiss me roughly and I moaned, loving the treatment. You grabbed me by the harness and slid me closer to you, to the edge of the counter, your cock hard and waiting for me. I rested back on my elbows and you grabbed me by the thighs and slid into me. I moaned and tensed. As I whimpered and reached up to touch you, you grabbed my leash and went harder. My back arched in pleasure, the tension on my collar enough to keep me from speaking, but not yet painful. It was exquisite how it was just on the edge of pleasure, you pulling me to you with that length of chain, my body bound, everywhere the sensation of rough rope sliding over my skin so tantalizing.

“Cum for your Master.” You commanded, rougher, harder, I was already on the edge and whimpering “That’s a good girl.” Oh god, I bit my lip and came, you weren’t slowing down or stopping, but your kitten was cumming for you, all over your nice thick cock.

I pushed at you weakly, too much pleasure. Surely I could get a break after an orgasm? But you didn’t stop, in fact you picked me up, your cock still inside of me, and kept fucking. I couldn’t take it. I begged you to set me down. You did, you were kind to your kitten. But I was still misbehaving, and so you bound my hands again, this time you didn’t use my leash, you grabbed a length of ribbon and after binding my wrists together, you bound them to my shibari in front of me. Before I could question it, I was bent face first back over the counter, legs spread wide, tail dangling.

You tucked my gorgeous tail up under the ropes on my back to keep it out of the way. With my hands bound and under me I couldn’t do anything but wiggle my tight little ass at you. You retrieved my leash once more, winding it around your hand, not pulling hard, just enough to remind me it was there, that you were in control. With the other hand you stroked my tail, following it to the butt plug in my ass. You pushed it in deeper, making me meow. You squeezed my ass, and toyed with the plug with just your thumb, enjoying my heated reactions.

I was still sensitive from my orgasms, and as you slid your cock against my slit you also tugged at my leash, pulling me back, impaling me on your big, hard cock. Holding my leash firmly you kissed my neck, not thrusting yet, just keeping your cock, balls deep in me. You bit me gently and kissed your way down my back, admiring the binding of your knot work. As your kisses stirred my passions up I began to hump myself on your cock. The hand not holding my leash now grabbed one of the ropes and you began to fuck me in earnest again.

I gave in to purring and meowing shamelessly. With my hands bound in front of myself all I could do was brace against the countertop and enjoy getting fucked. You held the collar tight enough that I had to keep my back arched sexily for you and my head up, looking at us in the mirror. God you looked hot behind me. I was flushed pink with excitement, and the binding was just beginning to leave marks, marks to match my new collar and growing assortment of hickies. I knew I was going to cum before you. But I wanted to be a good Kitten, I wanted to please my master. As I shifted you could feel the muscles of my pussy tightening around your cock and we both moaned.

“I’m going to cum for you master,” I panted out “After I cum all over you cock, will you let me lick it up? Please?” I begged.

“Yes Kitten, after you cum for me.” And then you released my leash and pushed me down flat onto the counter, fucking me even harder as I came squealing for you. I shook and panted, but you gave me no break. When you were sure my orgasm was over you pulled me off the counter by my shibari, and I slid down on my knees. You didn’t even untie my hands. You were so close that once I was in front of you you began to stroke yourself and cum. I opened my mouth and practically begged for your cum, I licked you hungrily, and then took you into my mouth and swallowed spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum, sucking you clean and then licking off anything I might have missed. You finally untied me, and I ran my hands over you now that I could, stroking you as I licked you until I was sure you were clean.

Getting unsteadily to my feet you helped me remove my new collar and leash, and at last unwinding the ropes. Kitten was finally beginning to learn how to behave, at least a little bit, for her Master.