Bad Kitty Ch. 03

The head maid was a large, surly woman who might have been a troll for all Kyo could tell. He meekly told her that Mistress Scarlet wanted him outfitted in a proper uniform. The head made had shorted and threw him a short black dress, white lacy apron, and matching cap.

"But...this is for a girl," he protested.

"You want the boy's version? Here," she harrumphed and threw him a garter belt and thigh-high stockings. "Rip the stockings and it's coming out of your paycheck."

"I don't have a paycheck," he mumbled.

"Then I'll take it out of your hide!" she growled and pushed him out of the uniform closet. Kyo went back to his room and struggled to put on the outfit. The dress was tight, and the black skirt barely covered his ass cheeks. The apron was all frill, but he managed to tie an attractive bow in the back. The stockings proved impossible because of his short feline fur. He hoped his mistress wasn't disappointed. Then again, he also hoped she was. He still put on the garter belt for her, and the ribbons tickled his legs under the skirt.

Finally, he was ready. He hoped Scarlet would like how he was dressed. He desperately wanted to be a good kitty. He left his room and went to the kitchen to see what time her dinner was. The chef gave him a silver platter with an old dusty bottle of sherry and a sparkling crystal goblet.

"She's having dinner now in her chambers. When you see Emilio come out, then it's your turn," he said. He grinned at Kyo with a wicked glint in his eye. "If she ever gets tired of you, boy, just remember I'll always set out a bowl of cream for you." Then he laughed and crudely grabbed his crotch. Kyo blushed and hurried out of the kitchen.

He found Scarlet's chambers by scent. Being an anthro did have its perks and one of them was his acute sense of smell. He put one large triangle ear to the door. He could hear a male voice on the other side. It moaned and grunted and hissed. There was also the sound of...slurping? He tamped down the rush of jealousy that washed through him at the erotic sounds coming from the other side of the door.

Then the moans stopped. Then there were some ripping sounds. In another moment, a dark Italian man opened the door. His back was covered in bandages and his eyes were glazed, but he seemed happy.

"Come in, precious," Scarlet called from inside the room. Kyo took a fortifying breath and walked into the room. Scarlet was sitting in a large arm chair, wearing nothing but a black silk robe. It was tied loosely around her waist, but the lapels plunged to her navel, leaving all but her rosy red nipples exposed. She smiled as he came up to her chair. "Oh, good. I could use a drink...well, another one at least."

Kyo couldn't help but grin as he presented the platter. She took the goblet and held it expectantly. After a moment, he realized she expected him to pour, which he managed to do without dribbling. He was very proud of himself. Scarlet raised her glass slightly to him and took a sip. She smiled, sank deeper in to her chair and stared out the large window that took up nearly an entire wall. The blizzard had started. Howling winds whipped snow and sleet past so viciously that Kyo couldn't help but shiver. The glow of the lamps was hardly any comfort.

"The uniform looks good on you," she commented almost absently. "No pockets for any stray earrings this time."

"No, Mistress," Kyo replied proudly.

"Do you mind setting that tray down, precious?" she asked, gesturing to a small table. He did as he was asked. "Now on all fours at my feet if you please."

Without question he dropped on all fours and she immediately propped her feet on his rump. Her bare toes wiggled into his short fur like it was shag carpet.

"You're so warm," she crooned. "And we have quite a storm tonight."

"Yes, M-mistress," he replied, trying not to giggle. Her toes were amazingly dexterous for a dead woman, and they tickled!

"So wiggly!" she mock-exclaimed, wiggling her toes even more. Kyo couldn't help but squirm as she found his ticklish spots along his ribs. He collapsed in a fit of giggles and she rolled him over with a toe. "It's good to see you acting like a cat," she stated grandly. "Go on, do it some more."

Kyo was a little uncertain of what she wanted, but she wasn't punishing him for pulling away from her feet, albeit unintentionally. He started by stretching the way he had seen alley cats stretch in pools of afternoon sun. His skirt bunched around his waist, leaving his lower mid-section open to her roving gaze. Since the head maid had not furnished him with knickers to go with his outfit, he had just gone commando. He could see from the glint in Scarlet's ruby eyes that it had been a good decision.

He relished her undivided attention and stretched more to prove it. His arms reached out and clawed at the thick plush carpet. Kyo turned to her, and watching her with equally rapt attention, started licking the back of his hand the way a cat licks their paw when washing. Scarlet licked her lips as she watched, but otherwise she was still as a statue. He rubbed his damp paw over one ear. Then he licked the other paw and washed the other ear. At a loss for what to do next, he got back up on all fours and started to rub himself against his mistress's cool smooth legs. She reached down to pat his head affectionately.

"Good kitty," she cooed. "You're really taking to this roll quite well." Kyo just smiled and rubbed his face on the soft curve of her calf. "Now, you know good kitties get treats. So touch yourself, precious, for me."

Kyo sat back on his heels and flipped the short skirt of his uniform up to show off his painfully hard member. He stroked it slowly, watching her. Did she know that he was consumed with lust for her? She must. She knew everything else about him. He wished his hands were cold and hard like hers. He wondered what other parts of her body would feel like. Just the thought of being allowed to touch her sexually made his heart pound and his cock throb.

"Hmm...no, not quite right," Scarlet mused. She pulled a small throw pillow from behind her and tossed it to him. "Rub yourself on that, pet."

Kyo caught the pillow and laid it in front of him. Hump a pillow? Well, if that's what she wanted, then he would be a good kitty and do it. He straddled the pillow and thrust his hips against it. The cool silk felt amazing, and knowing that it had come directly from his mistress's seat also increased his arousal.

"It's still not right," Scarlet muttered. She stood up and dumped the contents of her glass on Kyo, covering his dress and frilly white apron in dark burgundy stains. "Take it all off. Shove it down the laundry chute. Then come back to the pillow."

Kyo was a little afraid of what the head maid would do to him when she saw the stains, but Scarlet was supreme authority in this manor. He stripped, ran to the chute, and ran back. Again he straddled the pillow and started thrusting faster. He didn't want his mistress to be disappointed with his performance.

"I know what's wrong," She suddenly exclaimed, realization in her voice. "You're moving too much. Here, kitty-kitty. I've got just the thing for you."

Kyo paused and then got up to follow. Scarlet went to the wall of her chamber and opened up one of the wood panels. She pulled out a set of leather cuffs with D-rings sewn on 2 sides. He held out his wrists without being asked. His heart was in his throat at the thought of what might happen next. She quickly buckled a cuff on each wrist. Then she hooked one D-ring on her finger and led him over to the curtains that framed her large window. She tied one of the thick satin cords to the D-ring. Then she led him to the center of the window, where she left to retrieve the other satin cord. She promptly tied his other cuff to that.

Then she went back to her secret compartment. This time, she pulled out a strange device. It looked like a set of rubber rings for his cock and balls, but it had small black nubs in several places, each the size of his thumb. She fitted the rings over his genitals, her cold hands deceptively gentle. One nub was between his balls, one on his taint, one at the base of his cock, and another right behind the tip. Then she pushed a button and they all started to vibrate. Kyo gasped and then forgot to breathe.

"Down," she ordered, gently pushing his shoulder. He obliged and fell to his knees. The curtain cords pulled his arms out straight, but didn't affect his circulation. "Now, soles of your feet together, knees open as far as you can," she ordered. With one finger, she raised his chin so that he was looking up at her. At the sight of her satisfied smile, he finally remembered to breathe again. "Keep your chin up, precious."

Then she went back to her seat and lounged. After a moment, she poured herself another drink. For the next hour, she alternated between watching Kyo suffer and watching the howling storm behind him. When she had finished the last goblet of wine, she stood and approached Kyo again. By this time, he was panting heavily and his eyes were glazed with primal need. Her hands cupped his face and she smiled at him. He smiled back, knowing he was a good kitty. Her hands reached down and brushed the button on the device again. Now it vibrated harder, faster...and it pulsed.

Kyo mewed in distress as his blood pressure rocketed and his balls strained against their confines in the rubber rings. He could feel the end approaching and looked up at his mistress with pleading eyes.

"Go on," she cooed, tweaking his nose.

He reached out with his raspy tongue to lick her fingertip, and she allowed him to suck the finger into his mouth all the way to the third knuckle. Then he froze, shuddered, and exploded. His body convulsed, straining against the curtain cords. Carefully, he made sure his jaw stayed slack. He didn't want to bite his mistress on accident. Mercifully, she reached down to turn off the vibration. Then she unbuckled his cuffs, letting his arms fall to his side. Being held out so long had made them go a little numb, and they tingled as normal blood flow surged back into them.

"Thank you, precious. You can go now," she said with a wave of her hand.

"But...but mistress...my clothes...I'm naked," he managed to grunt.

"Yes, you are. Ask me if I care," she dared him, her voice hard and cold.

Kyo didn't dare. He pushed himself to his feet and stumbled out of her chambers. Fortunately, it was late and no one else was in the halls. He managed to make it back to his room without being seen. He collapsed on his bed, lost in thought.

He was worried because Scarlet had not done one thing to please herself besides watching him. Maybe she just liked watching, but Kyo hoped his displays inspired more than just voyeurism. Maybe he needed to work harder to put on a show. Maybe next time, he'd be a little bad. Just a little.

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