Night of the Kitten

Katherine strode through the office, queen of all she surveyed.

One office. A dozen employees, with only one of them older than her thirty years of age; each of them holding her in some degree of awe. Three rows of monitors with the latest software. Five years in the making. Just over two million in annual revenue. A small but happy and expanding client base.

A small kingdom- maybe even a petty one- but it was one that she had forged.

She walked over to her corner office and sat down. An array of emails and IMs awaited her like messengers before a throne and with steely determination she buried herself in status reports, walked mentally over plans and did her best to anticipate and resolve problems before they emerged. She made notes, issues commands and proclamations, calculated and schemed the most optimal means to-

"Miss Cullen?"

Katherine's head snapped up at the interloper in her office. Had she forgotten to close the door? She eyed the boy- well, okay, he wasn't more than a few years younger than her, but still- and managed not the glare. "Yes?"

Katherine didn't dislike people, exactly. At least, not on principle. She just- she struggled to understand why they always had to keep on bothering her while she was busy. Countless management courses had, if not blunted this irritation, than at least taught her the value of patience.

The boy- Connor, she reminded herself- said, "I just wanted to say that the numbers are all sorted for the Vagenson's account. They're all good."

"Wonderful." She pushed back the urge to demand to know why he couldn't have sent her an email to this effect.

"No problem." He smiled in a way that hinted at an awkward conversation to come. "Always for you, boss. Um..."

This time she didn't quite manage to hide her scowl. She knew ums like that. Um meant something embarrassing/awkward/costly/inefficient, which were all things Katherine loathed.

"Go on Connor," she said in the tones of a woman who was busy and wanted the bad news now, please.

"My mother is coming down for the weekend. To see the big city? I was hoping that I might be able to leave a little early on Friday? She's booked us tickets to Hamilton and I want to make sure I can get there on time. I know we've got that management meeting to discuss the Paulson's account, but the works' already done and..." He just sort of trailed off there, like a puppy that content to sit and beg.

Contrary to what her enemies at school, her friends at school, five separate boyfriends and on three separate occasions her parents had said, Katherine didn't actually relish being a bitch. But at the same time she had a business to run.

"I'm entrusting you with that account." She didn't fail to notice the way that the light of hope began to fade from his eyes. She felt awful about it and even more awful about feeling awful. "I can understand your... issues, but that's an important client for this business, and I really need to make sure that you understand that it's a top priority."

He mumbled something like understanding and slinked away, his tail between his legs. She pushed away her pang of guilt. Connor was a good worker- talented and industrious and possessed of a touch of inspiration. But if he wanted to rise in this life- if he wanted to own his own little firm one day- he needed to understand the meaning of the word sacrifice. She sighed and returned to her laptop.

***

Half an hour later and she was done. She closed down the laptop and gathered her things. Normally she'd stay for at least another hour but tonight was special. Tonight was different.

Tonight was kitten's night.

An hour driving through the city to her home. It was an effort to force her mind to focus on the road. She impatiently rode the elevator all the way up to her apartment and nearly dropped her keys at the door. She stumbled inside and checked the time.

Seven-oh-five. Enough time for a shower. She stripped off, throwing her expensive business suit onto the floor as she walked quickly to the bathroom- stopping only to straighten a crooked picture on the wall. She turned on the water and waited until it steamed before ducking under.

Ten minutes to let the scalding water pour over her body, thinking vaguely of baptisms. Ten more minutes with the hair-dryer. One minute to retrieve the box from under her bed.

Seven twenty-eight.

She sat naked on the bed, her legs folded, and inspected herself in the mirror. Skin like mocha and dark eyes, the product of her black father and white mother. A body she kept nice and trim in the gyms, attacking the treadmills with her trademark single-minded ferocity. Modest boobs that were still a few years away from serious sag.

Seven twenty-nine.

It was a good body. It was her body.

Mostly.

And then it was seven thirty and her phone dinged and she jumped despite herself before she read the message.

Master: Go?

She typed back, yes.

There was a paused and then the words appeared on the screen-

Master: Let the kitten out.

Katherine closed her eyes. kitten opened them.

She stretched out, purring, before grimacing. Kat's muscles where so tense. She flipped off the box's lid and pulled out a dark collar. The words kitten were emblazoned on the front. She clipped it around her neck in a smooth easy motion and then lay back on the bed, sighing with contentment. kitten closed her eyes and let one of her hands roam briefly down along her body. Then she reached for her phone.

Master, your little kitten is here.

Master: Good to see you kitten. Come to my place now.

She put down the phone and then looked around. Master had told her to come to him now. That meant without delay.

...shame she was such a naughty little kitty, wasn't she?

She laughed and picked up her phone. Took a selfie of herself and thumbed through her contacts lists. Mmm. No-one other than Master really deserved to see Katherine's hot naked body, did they? Well, she would have to get out more. She looked up Salsa classes and booked a session next Thursday. Then she booked a massage session for the weekend; some all-female place that advertised their treatments as 'sensual' and 'relaxing'. She gave a happy little purr as she opened another tab and brought up the details of an exotic lingerie boutique that Katherine had pretended to ignore while she was on the internet. Scrolling through her eyes lit up at the sights in front of her. She scrolled through page after page of gorgeous models dressed in fancy outfits before...

Ah! Perfect. She tapped on a purchase and reached for Katherine's credit card. A minute later and she was the proud owner of a gorgeous see-through patterned bodysuit that she knew would suit her- and Katherine, as well, if she could sum up the courage. Another couple of clicks and she commanded the powers of the internet to send her a wonderful new butt-plug- sadly not with a tail- and a vibrating egg with Bluetooth function that sounded wonderful.

Up off the bed and over to the closet. kitten hummed as she threw clothes all over the floor. Boring. Boring. Boring. Ah... She smiled as she drew out a red dress that Katherine had bought for a dinner party a full year ago. Acceptable. But Katherine would need to go shopping soon. She shimmied into the dress- a little tighter than her borrowed memories remembered, but that wasn't a problem for a little kitten was it? She eyed herself in the mirror and purred.

Ten minutes with the makeup kit and kitten at last felt like she might be ready. She rose and left Katherine's bedroom, snatched up her keys and bag and then walked towards the door. She stopped and frowned. Hmmm....

A minute later and every single picture in the house was slightly crooked. Then, and only then, did kitten finally leave.

***

"You're late," said Master.

kitten did her very, very best to pretend to look contrite. Master sighed and pushed open the door. "Come on in, little kitten."

With a happy purr she slinked into the Master's house. kitten had been in the house before- she came nearly every fortnight- but she was curious little kitten and so she did a quick circuit, hoping to find some playmates. Maybe maid would be there? Or princess? Princess was so stuffy and she always got upset when kitten curled up on her lap, which was always an excellent source of comedy. Maybe slut? She was very generous with headpats. Ooh, maybe it would be-

kitten stopped and stared. Someone new!

The girl was Asian. She looked young- younger than kitten by several years- and was pretty in a slim and elegant sort of way that kitten naturally approved of. She sat on a chair, entirely still and unmoving, her eyes half-lidded and drowsy. She was naked too, which kitten also very much approved of. A musical instrument of some sort- a cello? - was gripped in her hands. kitten advanced cautiously and then gently batted the girl's forearm with her hand. The girl looked at her; conscious of kitten, but utterly unconcerned. Grinning, kitten leant forward to-

"Naughty kitty! Don't play with her like that! Not yet, anyway."

kitten turned and pouted at master as he strode into the room. He gestured to the girl. "This is instrument. She's new, so I expect you to be on your best behaviour." That got a look from kitten, who was torn between protesting that she was always on her best behaviour and protesting that being on her best behaviour was boring. She settled for a devastating pout that made master chuckle. "Come here," he said. "On your hands and knees."

kitten shuffled over to master, who leant down to gently scratch her head. She purred and gently pressed her body against master's hips, rubbing her cheek against the bulge in his trousers. He chuckled again and moved away to the dinner table. Kitten noticed some covered plates. "instrument? You may begin, now."

instrument's eyes fluttered closed and a soft, gentle sigh escaped her lips. A soft, gentle melody filled the room as she began to play the cello, her hands moving with calm, certain motions. kitten stared, entranced at the beautiful sight; the slim Asian girl creating such wonderful music as though in a dream. She licked her lips as she saw instrument's skin flush slightly, and her thigh muscles slowly tense in time to the melody. She moved forward, licking her lips, wondering if she could spot the first glimmers of moistures between the girl's parted legs-

"kitten. Here you go."

A bowl was placed on the floor; deep red with the words kitten spelled out in gold. kitten slinked away, the girl momentarily forgotten. She bent down and sniffed the food; elegantly cooked beef slices in a delicate sauce, accompanied by a vinaigrette salad. Good food for a good kitten, even if she was (supposedly) naughty from time to time. There was a smaller bowl half-filled with red wine. Meowing happily, she delicately nibbled at the food and lapped at the drink. Meanwhile, Master sat and ate some boring human food, drinking occasionally from a glass of the same red wine. From time to time he would lean down and gently scratch kitten's head or run his hands over her body; both actions causing her to purr afresh and arch her back.

She ate. He ate. instrument played her beautiful dream-music. kitten finished her meal first which of course meant that she became bored. She pressed her head against master's lap but he was busy with eating. This was no good for kitten because without petting or food she was an unhappy kitten and unhappy kittens were much more likely to be naughty. She slinked away from master's side to investigate instrument a little closer.

The girl had not stopped playing, her bow moving across her cello's strings with calm surety. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard and pointed. Her eyes stayed closed but she was moaning gently under her breath. Her thigh muscles tensed in time to the music and kitten could see glimmers of dew between her legs. Licking her lips she slowly began to move towards the girl's cute little pussy-

"kitten. Come back."

kitten pouted and moved away, giving a hurt meow. Master laughed and then tapped on the front of his trousers. "If you're thirsty still..."

kitten's perked up. Master's cream! She loved Master's cream! She shuffled over to Master, who smiled indulgently and undid his trousers. "That's nice," he said. "Be gentle."

kitten sighed gently and then lent forward. She inhaled, smelling the perfect and delicious scent of master's musk. His cock was long and thick and veiny; it was, in kitten's opinion, gloriously beautiful. She purred and rubbed her cheek against his cock, marking it with her scent. His hands ran through her hair and scratched gently against her scalp. She let her cute little tongue slide out and lick against his hot, hard flesh.

He tasted like strength and power and maleness and home. Kitten bit back a sob of joy as she let her tongue slide up and down his cock, coating him with her saliva. Moving to press against his body, she began to leave long, hot, passionate kisses on his head, hoping that she was showing even a tenth of the devotion that she felt at that moment.

He smiled down at her and she tasted the first hint of cream on the tip of his cock and everything was perfect.

She moved to suck gently on the tip of his cock, enjoying the salty taste of his cream, before slowly- oh, so slowly- bobbing her head back and forth. On of her hands moved to grip his hips, steading herself, while the other moved to pull at the straps of her dress. A few seconds of wriggling and her red dress was pushed down to her hips and her pretty tits were bared.

She sucked his cock slowly, her tongue swirling around his tip, before pushing her head forward until he pressed against the back of her throat. She pinched and twisted her nipples, feeling the mixture of pain and pleasure shoot down straight to her clit. She moved her mouth to instrument's music, the two of them working in tandem to pleasure him. Throughout it all, she gazed up lovingly at her master, eyes shining.

It was always a bittersweet thing, when master came, flooding her slutty little mouth with his cream. It meant the end of sucking him, of knowing that she was pleasing her master. On the other hand...

She moaned as cream spurted into her mouth. Her throat began to gulp as she greedily drank down the thick, musky fluid. Too much, though; even for a greedy little kitten. It overflowed out of her mouth and she meowed with disappointment, her tongue darting out to lick and collect the cream that dribbled down her chin.

She sat back, happy and content, one of her fingers still idly pinching her nipples as she licked up the last of her master's cream.

"Happy little kitten?" master asked.

She opened her eyes and smiled, purring like a furnace. She slowly hiked up her skirt and spread her legs so that Master could see her hot, wet pussy. Was he ready to give her more cream already?

Instead he laughed. "I think after that you might be willing to help me. Wait here." Oh, kitten could wait if it meant playing with Master. She watched as he walked over to instrument. He knelt down low and murmured in a soft voice, "Shhh. You can stop playing now."

instrument stopped and kitten eyed the girl. A fine sheen of sweet sweat covered the Asian girl's body and her eyes were fluttering. As she mechanically put down the cello she let out a long, dreamy moan. "You've been such a good instrument," said Master. "Did playing your cello make you feel good?" The girl nodded. "It feels good to play your instrument," said the master.

"And it feels good to be played as an instrument," said the girl as though reciting some ancient and hallowed truth.

"That's right," said Master. "Now come with me. Come with me so we can play with you, my instrument." She rose and he led the girl- who walked as though sleepwalking- out of the dining room and up a long flight of stairs. Kitten followed them, sliding out of her red dress so that she was dressed only in her gloves and stockings.

Master led instrument onto the bed. The girl sunk into the soft satin sheets without comment or complaint. He poured himself a glass of brandy and turned to kitten. "Now, little kitten- I want you to play with instrument for a while. Can you do that? And don't play with yourself, either."

kitten looked at the young pretty slim girl on the bed, with her hot body and her wet pussy. Then she turned back and nodded eagerly. Master smiled and she basked in his love. Then he sat down on a chair, the brandy in hand, while she slid with liquid grace onto the bed. Tentatively, she knelt and licked at the girl's ankle; instrument shuddered and sighed. kitten grinned. Oh, this was going to be fun!

And it was. instrument wasn't the most fun playmate that kitten had spent time with. She didn't really move that much; not like victim, who always pretended to squirm and beg; not like princess, who gave haughty commands that kitten just had to disobey; and not like slut who was...the funnest, ever. But the girl was so hyper-aroused from her music-making that anything kitten did got a reaction, no matter how muted.

And so kitten toyed with the girl like she would a mouse. She sucked on her toes, licked long lines up and down her thighs and nuzzled her stomach. She kissed her fingers and left gentle hickies along the side of the girl's neck. Small things, little inquisitive tastes of the girl but soon enough instrument was quivering and shaking like a frightened rabbit, her eyes wide and unseeing, her face crimson with built-up desire, her breath coming out in desperate pants. From time to time kitten would move to suckle her breasts or leave breathy licks along the edges of her lower lips, and then the girl would thrash until she backed off. Every time she did this girl would make a long, despairing whine and kitten would giggle to herself; what else did she expect from a kitten, except to be toyed with?

Time passed. The girl grew hotter and hotter and the time between her desperate thrashings grew shorter and shorter. Kitten's own thighs became slick with pent up need and her nipples ached for attention, but she was having too much fun to stop and tend to herself; besides, Master was watching which meant that she couldn't be (too) naughty.

Eventually Master rose. He placed his empty brandy glass down and slowly stripped off. Kitten stopped what she was doing to admire his body, licking her salty lips at his hairy chest, his strong arms and his big, perfect cock that was hard once more. He gestured and she slid off the bed to press against him. He slid a condom onto his cock.

instrument didn't look at him. instrument might not even have been aware he was there, so wrapped up as she was in her sexual torment. "Such a good instrument," he said, reaching to stroke her hair, "Now let's finish your song."

He slid into her and the girl screamed with release, her whole body going taunt. He pumped into her with slow, calm strokes while she trashed and babbled and twitched, her orgasms coming in fast and brutal. He fucked instrument for a minute until she suddenly went limp; but rather than being upset or disappointed master merely chuckled. He stopped and reached down to caress instrument's face, before sliding out of her. His condom-clad cock bobbed in front of him as he reached for kitten.

She all but leapt onto his bed, her ass wiggling with eager need, her cunt aching. He pushed her down onto her stomach next to the comatose instrument. Her nipples pressed against the silk sheets and her face pressed against a pillow. A moment later he thrust inside of her and-