A Naughty Kitten Pt. 02

"Hold on, kitten." Slowly, his voice coaxed me back from the brink. I blinked away my tears, to find that he was no longer in my mouth. He was no longer directly over me. Instead, he was tugging on my pubic hairs again, if only slightly, and it stopped when he opened the alligator clip he was holding. "I've run out of patience. I want your pussy now. You've done well enough, and it's time for your reward."

I wanted to thank him, but also curse him for his cruel denial of a fully-fledged sexual release. I lay still while one by one the alligator clips relinquished their grip on my intimate locks. I thought that if he so much as brushed a finger over my clit... if he so much as breathed on me there...

And then, the hitachi was removed. It had been a toy that represented a high value reward for me, but henceforth I would regard it as an instrument of torture. Of course, I would still happily fall to pieces anytime he brought it out of the safe.

"What a naughty, messy looking pussy." It was the second time he had described her that way tonight, and I could only agree. His voice came as a warm breeze over the named part of my anatomy, and little quivers of pleasure played over my throbbing clit. I was wrong - Master breathing on her wasn't quite enough to send me over that ledge, but certainly he led me precariously along it, and I could barely keep my footing as I gazed longingly into that paradoxical valley of sweet, forbidden release. His face was right down there again, right where I hoped he would go anytime he forced my legs into such a lewd position.

"Your pubes are even more unsightly being twisted up like this." Oh God. He was returning the tease I had given him, allowing his lips to kiss the ridges of my inner labia as they formed the words. "Let me help you". He took one of the twirls of hair left by an alligator clip into his mouth, and I felt him playing with it between his tongue and teeth, carefully separating each curly strand, and gently tugging as he went. I couldn't help but giggle. Compared to the hard pulling I had inflicted upon myself, this was nothing. And I just adored the attention, especially since it came as a contradiction to his declared distaste for pubic hair.

He released those hairs, and passed his lips over mine, only to repeat his affections on another 'unsightly twist' on the other side. He made me feel rather silly and incredibly self-conscious, and my giggles continued. "Master is too kind to a delinquent house pet."

"I can be kinder," his voice was a low murmur right over my vagina, right before he kissed her. Not my lips this time. Her. I must have swelled to an indecent spread down there indeed, because he planted his kiss directly onto the inside of my pink.

"Huh," I uttered in surprise, and he immediately followed up with his tongue - a shallow dive into my well of excessively produced lubricants. I squirmed again, and closed my eyes to focus on it. Finally! But, this wasn't his usual pattern for pleasuring me. Ordinarily, after sufficient teasing, he would focus on my clit, and only reach into my vagina as something of a brief reprieve. Perhaps it was for the best - my intention was to cum like crazy the moment he touched his tongue to my clit. I shook my head to try and clear my frustration. Master would often say, 'only a patient kitten gets the cream.' And I did want his cream!

He lapped at my vagina over and again, and I succumbed to helpless whimpering. It occurred to me that he had ignored my clit so that he could focus on consuming my thick, fragrant girl-cum. Is this what he meant when he said he had run out of patience? I had no doubt any other man would have sunk his cock into me by now, but if anything, this seemingly infinite patience was just as expected of my Master. And so he kept licking me for his own pleasure more-so than mine, but that was precisely why his feasting brought me such wonderful validation.

"Lick it all up if it pleases you, Master."

"It does please me, kitten. I've been craving this taste for months, so be a good girl and satiate me." He started driving his tongue in deeper, and pressing on my internal walls. I showed my approval with a long moan. It then occurred to me how hard he must have fought to restrain himself earlier, when he was sniffing me down there a little before applying the cruel alligator clips. He would have happily eaten my pussy and fucked me by now, if only I hadn't been a bad kitten and forced him to punish me.

But it's better this way.

Master's tongue was inside me, and now his fingers were upon me. They took over the job his mouth had been performing on my pussy hairs, undoing the twists he had created for the alligator clips, and generally stroking them. "Yes," I smiled broadly, and melted into him. "Play with your kitten's fur. It's all for you." My pussy was rightly already his, but I wanted him to know that my submission was both ongoing and unconditional.

"Ahhhh," I gasped. He had given my clit a brief flick of his tongue, and my vision swam with so many tiny, sparkling stars. It was his wizard's touch again, for he managed to tune my little nub without releasing my orgasm. Apparently enough minutes had passed since the merciless hitachi, that I could withstand a little stimulation there once again. He had successfully cast his spell on me, a spell you might call 'to suffer endless pleasure without any release'. I knew I was bewitched, but I decided to test him anyway. "Now may I cum, Master?"

A chuckle reverberated over my sex. "You may if you can, kitten. It would be unduly cruel of me to deny you any longer."

If I can. Can I?

He delivered long licks up and down my labia, under the flaps and over the ridges, and back to the inside again. Back inside my pussy. And then - a brief kiss over my pleasure button. Lightning ricocheted about my womb, and I embraced the orgasm that I finally had permission to enjoy. But, it didn't come. I was still under his spell - he withheld the sustained stimulation I needed to finish.

I became so frustrated I think I started to cry again. I knew better of course, that I just had to be a patient house pet. But understanding what was expected of me, and doing it were two rather different things. I tried to reach for my own breasts, but my hands were of course still cuffed. I opened my eyes at last, and looked down at them. They appeared modest during a flattering posture, but lying flat like this, they looked like almost nothing. My nipples were another story. They were still ripe mulberries; pointed, swollen, ready to be plucked. I wanted attention there too, but there was no way for me to get any. "Haaaa, ahh!" Master had worked his tongue deep into my business and right onto my g-spot, but the pressure wasn't as firm as I would have liked.

I was not a patient house pet. And I wanted Master to know it. "Oh God, Master... fuck me. Please, fuck me already!"

He swirled his tongue around inside me, and withdrew. I watched him seem to savour the remnants of my honey, and then he looked at me with hard eyes.

Oh no. I should have waited. He was probably about ready to give it to me on his own terms, so why couldn't I just wait a little longer?

"What kind of a man would I be if I refused such an honest request?" I still had trouble reading him at times, and that was part of my hopeless attraction to him. I took him at his word, and perked up immediately. I let my knees fall out a little wider, inviting him to lie between my thighs as my lover.

But, instead of crawling over me, Master reached for my left knee. He pushed it back, and lifted the stirrup off. My leg was free, and I stretched it out before crossing it over my other leg. My clit was so sensitive, even the rubbing of my opposite thigh felt good. I was reminded of how I had forced Genevieve to perform a certain manoeuvre one time too many in our hallway, not even two hours ago. I didn't have the steel ben-wah-balls inside my vagina as she had, but I suddenly had more appreciation for how Master's personal assistant must have suffered from her sexual anguish throughout the day.

"Show me your tail again, kitten." He had released my right leg as well, and I willed my limbs out of the captive's trance that had ensnared me. Trembling, I turned my body over to face-down, which forced my cuffed hands to cross over in front of me. Slowly, I got up onto my knees, and grabbed higher up the bed-head. I threw my hair back and stuck my ass out as far as I could. I was confident I looked sexy, and I wiggled it for good measure. I recalled that Master had enjoyed watching me apply squeezes to the butt plug, so I stilled, and did that again too. I was an animal in heat presenting for her mate, excited tail twitching above swollen, dripping genitalia. Checkmate! He wouldn't be able to resist me this time, and that was a simple fact.

"What do you think, Master? Does my-hoh!"

His cock speared me without warning. I don't think he even touched any part of my body first, and needless to say he had remained at full attention throughout his feast between my thighs. "You're incredible, you're adorable, and you're mine."

He's big!

It's not that I had forgotten that my Master had a beautiful big cock and knew how to use it, but whatever thought I had been trying to express was knocked right out of my promiscuous little skull. If I was a bit of a bimbo at the best of times, then being filled by Master's cock sent me into a primitive stupor.

"Aaaaah, yes. Mmmmf!" Three of the ten different words I could still articulate in this state slipped out, and he pounded me again and again. Fresh tears trickled down my face, inspired by the blissful discomfort of being filled from a rear entry position. Still, his thighs just barely grazed my ass at the peak of each thrust, and I acknowledged that he had a little more length to give me yet.

*Slap!*

I squealed when he smacked my ass between thrusts that turned my brain to mush. It didn't hurt all that much, but it foreshadowed the dedicated spanking session that surely lay in store in my very near future. I was spanked for even very minor misdemeanours, like leaving the milk out, or causing us to run late for a social engagement.

Regardless of what the provocation was, or the magnitude of any real world consequences, the method was the same, as was the result. Skirts folded up over my back, or yoga pants pulled down between my squirming knees, and panties lowered. Even if I wore a g-string that never covered my doomed cheeks to begin with, my underwear was always lowered, and the feeling of cool air on my bare pussy made things deliciously more humiliating. I was spanked until I had an even tan of dark red over every square inch of bare ass, and until my tears flowed freely and sincerely.

That might not sound particularly fair, but a significant part of me had actually been pining for a quality session over Master's knees almost as much as the sexy-time I presently enjoyed. And on that note, I realised he had stayed his cock deep inside me for the moment, and he was gathering all my long dark hair in his hands. He yanked on it, slowly to avoid hurting me, but firmly enough to force my head back, so that I arched my back more, angled my ass up higher. He kept a hold with one hand, while the other found the base of my tail, and he started playing with the butt plug.

"Oooooh," I was sensitive to every little tug and twist as he toyed with my ass, and when he started pumping my womb with air again, my rapture was complete. My tits were only little things, but they now performed that exquisite jiggle that accompanied a good hard fucking. I watched my hands, awkwardly crossed, clanging about as the chains that bound me sawed over their steel supports.

His cock tickled a spot a little deeper than I found comfortable, and I shrieked and fought against an instinct to recoil. The solid contact between our thighs confirmed he was going in balls-deep now. But it was fine. This was what I had wanted from the start. To be filled completely by Master, to be used and loved, and to remember that I was more than enough to fulfil his wildest dreams.

He tugged again with both his hands. "Nnyaaa! Master?" The hard pounding might have knocked me out of position a little, but the pressure on my scalp, and in my ass, forced me to fall back into line. I was his favoured possession, and the whispers of contentment from my full pussy convinced me this was a perfectly natural arrangement. And so I continued to play my role, absorbing his pent up need, force fed to my cunt hundreds of times for every long minute that ticked by. I squealed, I moaned, I cried. I lingered in my bliss, aware that as wonderful as this was for me, my warm wet depths were calling my Master to conclude our wild encounter.

And then, his thrusting stopped. Again, he had stilled with his cock deep inside me, but at this point I didn't want any breaks in the stimulation whether it be shallow or deep. I rotated my hips about, and moaned when I manipulated him over my g-spot, where my unchecked lust had accumulated as pressure that was ready to burst.

"Yeargh!" Another hard slap to my ass, causing me to surge forward and pull against the hold he had on my hair. It was a clear signal for me to control myself, though I was tempted to do it again and see if he would colour my other cheek to match.

"Behave, kitten. I don't want to finish just yet. I'm going to give you one last chance to show off for me." He released my hair, but pulled harder on my tail. I felt the butt plug more prominently, and recognised the now familiar stretching as the flange was pulled past my muscles. And then, silently, it was ejected from my body. "Mmmnnnn," it gave me a mild surge of pleasure, but not enough compensation for my embarrassment!

"So fucking hot," he murmured. But no matter my off-the-chart arousal, I couldn't help but cringe when I considered the rude spectacle back there. I hoped my asshole didn't... gape, or anything weird. Was I a little sad that I no longer had my tail? Perhaps, but an incomplete costume wouldn't stop me from fulfilling my role.

Next, he pulled his cock out, and I had to resist a mild panic that flooded into the space that I had wanted him to fill with his seeded gift.

It's ok, just be patient.

He had made it perfectly clear that he wanted more from me, and I knew of nothing more reliable than a promise from Master.

Moments later, he was kneeling beside me, and I watched him insert the little key into a handcuff and unshackle me. I didn't try to move until he had unlocked the other as well, and then I sat on my heels, and shook my arms around a little until I was satisfied that my blood was circulating normally.

'Show off for me,' his words repeated in my head, and slowly it sunk in - the realisation that I had just been unchained in more ways than one. There was nothing to stop me from doing what I wanted most now. In a moment of silliness I tried on my impression of a feline hiss, and then... I pounced!

I collided into him chest-to-chest, and wrapped my legs around his waist to give him all of my weight. But instead of falling backwards like I intended him to, he sat staunchly, and sought out my lips with his. And I gave my kiss to him - for I hadn't kissed him half as much as I would have liked since he had walked through the front door.

His fleshy lips brought out the animal in me, and the lingering smell of whisky made me want to try and get drunk off any alcohol still somehow in his mouth. I purred, and opened wider to slip my tongue in - for we were well passed fooling about. Master responded, and we began that chaotic, intimate dance that always stirred the butterflies in my stomach.

His hands dropped down to my ass, and I closed my eyes to further give myself to his kisses and his fondling. He squeezed a cheek with one large hand, while the other ventured further into my cleft of treasures. He spread my labia apart, and I knew what was coming next. I kissed him harder as his mushroom head was guided to my entrance, and then I sat my ass right down upon it, bringing my knees up to his chest so that I sunk down deep.

"Ahhh," Master grunted; it was my turn to surprise him! My passage was filled with his cock, and I pushed my knees in harder while tightening my fingers around the fitted sheet. This time, he collapsed onto his back, and I found myself laughing as I let my knees fall out wide, finding good purchase on the mattress for what I was going to do next.

I looked down at my lover. He kept some pubic hair above the base of his cock, and I liked that for once we both had some to rub against each other. "I'm just going to watch," he said, folding his hands behind his head.

And I'm just going to do what I want!

I pressed my palms into his chest, and started fucking him slowly by lifting and lowering my ass. "Ahhmmm," I moaned; the penetration was deep again, but it felt better from this angle. And, at last, I was finally getting good stimulation to my clit, which was really the only way I achieved orgasm. I expected he would grant me permission this time, but I would try and have us arrive together.

I got down low, my face close to his, and switched my hips to a gyrating motion that made me feel closest to my lover. I wasn't quite kissing him. I could have, but I wanted to focus on the pleasure of our copulation, and I tuned in to a most masculine scent - the light sheen of sweat coating his skin. But I made sure to brush my body over his. I hoped my nipples tantalised as they drew circles over his chest, or perhaps he would get a bigger kick from my faux ears catching on parts of his face. He touched one of them, and then down to my real ear. It tickled like crazy, and I imagined that the sensation originated from the fake instead.

"Meow," I offered a sweet smile and gyrated harder on his lap, rubbing my clit over his pubic bone. Luxurious ripples ran along the unseen extents of my pleasure centre; down each of my lips, and deep behind the hood. Clitoral stimulation mingled with the strong pressure Master's cock directed into my g-spot, and I think my moaning stopped while it was all I could do to breathe while struggling with a bout of dizziness.

Though I was losing myself in passion, I became vaguely aware of a touch to my rosebud, tender and vulnerable after the temporary stretching from my pussy-cat tail. Master's finger circled the delicate little ridges back there. The whole area was abundantly lubricated since my vagina hadn't stopped preparing for love all night. His touch was dirty and rude, but I would let him do as he wished.

With his other hand he fondled my collar, not pushing me away nor pulling me into that kiss. I loved that - it made me feel more connected as his house pet, and drove me to be more mischievous and playful. Suddenly, his indecent probing between my buttocks felt notably more welcome. I whispered into his ear, "poke me," and he did. I may not have wanted his huge cock splitting my ass in two, but I did want this. Master obliged my wishes, and I relaxed to admit his violation, though he seemed happy to go no further than the first knuckle or so.

I kept riding him towards an inevitable close, and his finger in my asshole was an anchor point that both alleviated my dizziness and made it worse. "Mmmm, yes Master. Fuck both my holes. Fuck me till I'm sore, then keep fucking me. Keep your kitten in bed with you forever and always."

"Always," Master gasped, and I giggled. The silliness of pillow-talk did that to me, but I liked it regardless. I could tell he was close. I was suitably horny that I meant it when I invited him to do this with me all night, but I knew well enough that it would be over in the next few minutes.