Short Stories for Slave abby

Petting Slave abby

Part 1

Slave abby awakes to the feel of the Owner removing her collar. There have been times when she has begged, wailed and cursed at him to set her free, to end her slave status, to let her be who she was before…but she never believed it would happen, never really wanted it to happen. That he should do this for no reason that she can fathom is heartrending in the first few moments after sleep.

"Hush, slave," he says as she whimpers her grief, "It is not gone, merely replaced with another. After you are clean." Slave abby has slept in chains, leg irons and manacles, and she must make her way to the bath in these. There, they are removed to allow her to be thoroughly cleansed.

Bathing slave abby involves cleaning both outside and inside. First she is soaped and scrubbed beneath the cold shower, with a brush whose bristles are at once punishing and sensual. Then she must take an enema that ensures that her body is cleansed within. The owner takes great pleasure in towelling her off, drying her assiduously all over, and most often he takes the time to touch her tenderly in her most private regions, or to tweak and stroke her nipples so that she begins her day in a state of arousal. She knows that she will rarely be given any relief for this early turn-on, but she enjoys it nonetheless. So far, the day begins much as any other.

The owner commands slave abby to kneel before him. She does not know what he wants, but imagines that he will use her mouth as so often before, though rarely has she had to swallow his cum so early in the day. It will feel strange to do it without the comforting metal around her throat.

Instead, the Owner wishes to address her, and give her now the alternative collar that he promised her as she awoke.

"My slave," he says, "You have often called yourself my pet, and it has pleased me to let you do so. But now you are to act like a pet, and spend the day as my little kitten abby. Here is your cat collar." He speaks truly, for the replacement collar is a simple felt band with a catch to fasten it, and a little bell attached to the front. The owner has modified the catch slightly, so that it can be held shut with the aid of a padlock. This collar is just as permanent as the other, if the Owner chooses it to be so. He lifts slave abby's chin so that she is looking upwards into his eyes, and he playfully tinkles the bell, and tickles her under her chin. He looks expectant.

"You are my kitten abby now," he reminds his slave, "so act like it." Kitten abby makes a purring noise as he repeats the action, but the Owner does not seem satisfied. He only smiles and nods – indicating a job well done – when kitten abby nuzzles her cheek against his hand. He strokes her hair just as if she was a cat, and she purrs again. She likes that sort of stroking anyway, and she recognises it is her reward for learning her role today quickly.

Kitten abby thinks that her preparation is over for the game, but she is wrong. Next, the owner brushes her hair, normally done back in the bedroom after her shower and enema. Now, though, he has managed to fashion using hairbands and clever techniques, a pair of cat's ears for kitten abby, from her hair. The effect is not perfect, but when he shows kitten abby her new hairstyle in the mirror, she feels ashamed at what he is turning her into. She dreads that he will draw a little button-nose and whiskers onto her face, but he tells her that he likes her face the way it is, and kisses her to prove it. Kitten abby knows that, though she will play the role of a kitten, she will still be a sex slave today. She feels a curious sense of relief at this.

Next, the owner has kitten abby hold out her front paws. He slips mittens onto them, that bind her fingers quite closely together, and immobilise her thumbs. There is a stiff ridge running down the back of her middle finger, that prevents her from flexing her fingers very much at all. "After all," says the Owner, "There are no cats with opposable digits!" He does not want kitten abby to be able to hold anything while she is his kitten.

Now at last kitten abby thinks that he has finished preparing her, for he tells her to get down on all fours and take up the posture that she will adopt for much of the rest of the day. But she is mistaken again, for he has one more detail to finish it off.

"My kitten needs a tail," he says, and he prepares a buttplug for kitten abby's backside, to which is attached a thick black rope, similar in kind to those used at stately homes to cordon off areas from the public. It hangs not quite to the floor. He is not yet satisfied, however, for to it is attached some strong elastic. This fastens around the lower part of kitten abby's thighs, so that the tail stays dangling between her legs, and coincidentally, her movements are a little restricted by the elastic. Since she is on hands and knees, kitten abby is not going to be the most mobile person anyway, but this ensures that she will find it difficult to get up onto two legs, even if she wants to.

"Now you are ready to be my pet," says the Owner, and kitten abby lets out a sigh that might have been a purr. Even she herself does not know if it is a sigh of gratitude, or of acceptance of her humiliating state.

*****

Because, in her current state, kitten abby is not as nimble as a real cat, the owner carries her down the stairs to begin the day. She follows him on all fours until he goes into his study. This is his sanctum, where slave abby is not allowed unless he calls for her. Kitten abby pauses at the door, unsure of what to do. The Owner smiles at her instinctive obedience.

"You are a kitten today, and in that role you are welcome to come and go as you please. But if you knock anything or damage anything, you will pay and pay and pay, understood?"

"Yes, Master," says kitten abby, and instantly receives several sharp slaps to her bottom.

"You are a kitten, and kittens don't speak," explains the Owner to his tearful pet.

"Miaow," she mournfully replies, and the Owner pats her head and strokes her hair just as he would to reward a real cat. She purrs for him, pleased that her momentary lapse has not ended their play already. She follows him to his desk, where he sits to work. She is desperate for his attention; she does not like it when he works, because normally she is locked in another room, perhaps to do boring, everyday chores that do not fill her with anything but monotony. She does them, because she knows that the Owner likes the thought of her naked or fetish-clad body as she carries out these tasks. But she has been spared that today. She thinks it means that she can play with her Master, that he wants her around him.

She behaves like a cat seeking attention, brushing her cheeks against the Owner's legs beneath the desk, purring and the like. She is shocked when the Owner acts like a man who does not wish to be thus disturbed by a cat: her aims a kick at her. Not a hard one, but it connects with her belly and she feels it as harshly as any rebuke. She whimpers and mews with the pain, but crawls away to nurse her wounded hopes and body. She leaves the study, and wanders through the home, looking for some way to please the Owner, but she can find no task that she could perform while her hands and her legs are bound as they are. And besides, it is not catlike to do helpful tasks unless it is to chase mice, and with her legs tied together with elastic, kitten abby is hardly capable of doing that. Besides, there are no rodents in this home. To be helpless and useless and ignored, she feels, is terrible. She finds her way back to the study, where the Owner is engrossed in his work. She knows better than to try to attract his attention again, and she wonders what she could do.

There is a fire in the study, and she realises that the Owner has lit it while she was elsewhere. The day is cold, and kitten abby welcomes the heat. She realises also that the Owner may have turned the heating down deliberately. She knows what he wants her to do.

Kitten abby curls up on the rug in front of the fire. The heat is lovely and toasty on her back as she curls up and adopts that position so familiar to cat owners everywhere. She decides to close her eyes and snooze, and as she does so, she sees the Owner look up at her briefly and smile, before he returns to his work. She feels contented – she has pleased the Owner, her butt is filled and she is comfortable and warm.

There she lies, half asleep on the Owner's fireside rug, peaceful in the knowledge that she is in his company, even though he is not directly playing with her. She does not know how long she lies there, but she begins to feel the urge to pee. She rises, and makes her way to the downstairs loo, but is dismayed to find that the Owner has locked it. In this home, the locks are designed to keep her out until the Owner wants to let her in, and he keeps the keys. Her bodily functions are not private from him. But now it is a problem: she is not permitted to speak, and with her legs bound as they are she cannot negotiate the stairs. She begins to panic, but decides that she must try to communicate in catty-speak to the Owner what her problem is.

Kitten abby miaows at the Owner, and when he looks, she dares to gesture at her crotch and tries to mime peeing. He looks slightly peeved, but he asks, "Do you need to relieve yourself?" Grateful that he has understood, kitten abby nods.

"Then come with me." The Owner leads kitten abby to the utility room and shows her the arrangements he has made: they are appropriate for a cat. He has created for her a large litter tray and put plenty of kitty litter in it.

"There you are," he says, "You may come here for your business." Kitten abby mews, which might have been "thank you" or it might have been an expression of dismay. Her cheeks flush with humiliation as she squats, and finds that the rope of her tail is then inconveniently placed (the elastic doesn't help either). She finds that she has to stretch herself over the litter tray, and place her hands in it as she releases her pee into the dry, gravely substance. She is only glad that it is absorbent enough to keep her from having to touch her urine. The Owner stands by and watches as she does so, interested by how she handles the situation. Then he leaves her and returns to his work.

Kitten abby finishes her pee, and returns to her warm spot by the fire, until she feels thirsty. She has already seen the bowl of water in the kitchen, and goes there immediately. she soon discovers that here she has no choice but to lap it up like a kitten should: her hands are so well bondaged that she cannot reliably lift the bowl without spilling the water, and if she does that then she will be left extremely uncomfortable for many days afterwards by the punishment the Owner would mete out to her. So she bends forwards and does as the Owner desires: behaves like a cat.

This is how kitten abby spends her morning.

When lunchtime arrives, she is hopeful that here at least she will be able to have some form of humanity, but of course it is not to be. The Owner has carefully created a dish that resembles catfood in texture and appearance, but is safe for humans to eat. This he scoops into a dish for kitten abby, who miaows mournfully at him, but realises that she has no chance of anything else until she has eaten her food. The Owner treats her miaow as if she was a greedy cat asking for more, and tells her that she is not having more. She bows her head in acknowledgement, and bends her face to the dish to eat up. Of course, she finds that her chin and nose receive more than their fair share of the meal, because a human face is not designed like a cat's face. But she manages to eat the meal placed before her as the Owner enjoys a much more substantial and normal meal.

When the Owner finishes, kitten abby gestures helplessly at her face. She wants the Owner to clean her up. But he shows her instead that the backs of her mittens are cloths suitable for the task...all they need is moisture. He tells kitten abby to do what cats do. She licks the back of her mitten, and makes it damp enough to wash her face of the bits of her dinner that have stuck to it. She has only one way of getting rid of the food that is now stuck to the mitten: she has to suck it out of the mitten and swallow it. This she does.

"Now, kitten abby," says the Owner, "Let's get you groomed for this afternoon!"

END OF PART 1

Petting Slave abby

Part 2

The Owner takes his kitten back into the study. There, he settles onto the sofa in front of the fire and invites kitten abby onto his lap. Of course, with the elastic between her legs, she cannot climb up without help, but soon she is sprawled across his lap, stretched out along the sofa as according to his wishes; his own efforts being required to get her there, but he is happy with her. He has with his a rubber cat-grooming device. It is a pad of rubber covered in small cones of rubber with rounded tips, each one maybe an inch long by half an inch across at the base. Kitten abby is face down on the sofa, and cannot see what he is holding, so it is with a start of surprise that she feels it resting at the base of her neck.

Slowly, tenderly, even lovingly, the Owner draws his hand all the way down along her spine, the rubber spines of the groomer sending tingles all the way through kitten abby's body. She sighs deeply as he lifts his hand and does it again, this time tracing a line in a slight curve, slightly wide of her spine. The sensation is indescribable for kitten abby; she finds it wonderful and exhilarating as her Master takes such assiduous care over her, making sure that every part of her back is reached by his efforts.

When he is done, and kitten abby feels the cold-warm feeling in her body of the rubber on her skin, and the stimulation it caused, he eases her back so that she is now crouched on her haunches, in a position of worship or abasement. He has done this because he can now reach around her body and under, and there he finds her belly and her breasts hanging beneath her. Oh! how kitten abby loves it as those rubber fingers play all over her chest and torso! How she squirms with delight at the feel, until a couple of sharp slaps on her behind inform her that the Owner wishes her to stay still. She moans softly, but the Owner taps her warningly, and she makes a noise deep in her throat, exactly like a cat purring. She is loving the attention she is receiving, and she loves that she must express herself only in those terms allowed her by the role the Owner has given her.

It is ecstasy when the owner uses the groomer to stroke over her buttocks and, oh, the delight as he traces it between her legs and over her pussy. Kitten abby almost melts at that point, would do anything to keep it there, to be able to rock herself against it and to make herself come... But the Owner takes it away almost immediately and it does not return. Instead, he announces that this part of her grooming is done. Kitten abby forms the question in her mind, "this part?"

The owner lifts kitten abby onto the floor and goes to the small wardrobe in his study. There, he reveals what he has prepared for kitten abby next. It is a woollen suit, all in black, and it is for her to wear. He beckons his kitten to come over to him, and she eagerly does so.

"Just briefly, kitten abby," he says, "You have permission to stand on two legs." he helps her to do so. He unties the elastic on her legs and eases the buttplug from her backside. Kitten abby gasps with pleasure as she is briefly stretched and then feels her anus gradually returning to normal. It seems that she has lost her tail, for the Owner places the buttplug in a clean bag and puts it away in his desk. Now, he has kitten abby put on her suit. It is an ingenious design, for on the inside it is itchy wool that slave abby loves as torture-wear, but the outside is covered with the softest silk, so that she can be stroked by the Owner without any adverse effects for him. It is open at the crotch, and kitten abby finds that she is to have a tail for the afternoon, but a different one. Kitten abby needs help to get into the suit, because she still does not have the use of her hands. The suit padlocks onto her collar, and the bell jingles as kitten abby is locked into her kitten suit.

This tail also has a buttplug at one end, but the tail itself is formed of plastic, and is a long curling rod that stretches up her back. The owner demonstrates its usefulness to him, by gently teasing it around. Kitten abby squeals as she feels the plug moving inside her rectum. She is glad that it is smaller than the one she wore in the morning. The Owner is pleased with his new-look kitten abby; he tells her that she must revert to complete cat status again, and she drops to all-fours instantly. She makes a mioaw that might have been "thank you". She is grateful to the owner for putting her in the wool suit, even though she knows that it will soon feel like hell. She loves the sensation of the itchy wool against her bare skin, even though it is maddening torture.

Just then, the doorbell rings.

Kitten abby wants desperately to stay where she is, but the Owner beckons and she has to follow him into the hall and to the door where he opens it for the guests he had invited without slave abby's knowledge. He has set this up in advance, and wishes to show off his pet.

Kitten abby does not want to know who has arrived, and she does not wish to be seen like this. She feels herself blushing as each of the new arrivals comments on what a beautiful little kitty she is. She endures the baby-talk that everyone speaks to cats as they make a fuss of them. Kitten abby knows all four of the guests, but they treat her just as they would a kitten. They do not say hello properly, they do not seek to share news or enquire how she is. of course, as slave abby, she would need the Owner's permission to answer them, but now she knows that she has no permission at all...she can only miaow or purr or stay silent. She chooses this third option, trying to plead with her eyes for her friends to treat her as a human being. But the Owner has, of course, briefed them well in advance, and she has no hope of achieving sympathy from them.

The friends are two couples from the local BDSM scene, and well-known to slave abby and the owner. They are three women and one man; two female submissives and their Dominant partners. In the past, kitten abby has been given permission to discuss her life with the Owner with both the subs, and they are people she can truly count as friends. But now, under instructions from three such Dominant people, they are as strangers to her, responding to her as if she were a newly-acquired pet. Kitten abby knows also that they are free women, and that, as an owned slave, she is inferior to all five people in the room with her. Faced with such a situation she humbly accepts whatever attention they give her, feeling the burning humiliation all the while.

All of them want to stroke her. She realises how clever the Owner has been: the silk that is so wonderful to stroke and touch makes them come back for more, but on the inside every time they stroke her the wool is pressed against her and is moved around over her skin, heightening its torturous powers still further. She cannot help squirming beneath their touch, but she never forgets to purr every time. This is torture and it is delightful. She takes no notice as the Doms discuss the details of what has been done to her to make her into this kitten. She squeals again when both the male and female Dominants give her tail a wiggle. The length of it means that there is some very precise control possible and the stroking she is receiving on the inside as they play with her tail, is echoed by the strokes that the submissives are still giving her silky coat. Kitten abby almost weeps when she hears one of her closest friends, on hearing her squeal, ask the Owner, "Please, Master, may I have a go?" Both subs are permitted to play with kitten abby's tail, and she is horrified when one of them gives it a pull, forcing the buttplug even deeper into her dark passageway. The owner is angry, and reacts as if a child had pulled the tail of a cat. The hapless submissive receives a sound spanking with her knickers around her ankles, and is left with a very rosy behind, and a very sorry expression on her face.

Eventually, kitten abby needs to pee again. She knows without asking that she is still to use the litter tray, and now she has an even bigger audience as she relieves herself. Her humiliation, it seems, will know no bounds.

Kitten abby is left alone in the study then, and the others go to the dungeon in the basement to play. Kitten abby is ordered to lie by the fire. She does not want to: the double layer of wool and then silk is almost too warm as it is, but the Owner is quite clear, and so in addition to the discomfort of the wool, there is the heat and sweat as she stays curled up on the rug.

*****

Kitten abby never knows what goes on in the dungeon; all she knows is that when the four leave, the two subs are finding it very difficult to move, and wince every time they do so. She is in great discomfort herself, and does not like to move either, but the owner makes it clear that he wants her to be there as he says farewell to their friends. There is more baby-talk and petting to be endured for kitten abby, and then they are gone.

It is early evening, and so there is another meal in the same way as before, and kitten abby cleans herself afterwards in the same way as before. It all goes much more smoothly, because she knows what is expected of her now.

The Owner takes kitten abby back to the study. He strokes her all over, knowing all her most tender spots, everywhere that she will feel it most, and paying most attention to them. She loves it, but is beyond squirming now, just enjoying blissful torture at her Master's hands. She lets out a great sigh of contentment. She thinks for a moment that nothing could be better, but is proved wrong.

The Owner has decided that he wants to feel her pussy on his cock. Oh! how sweet his hard erection between her labia, his sensual approach! He takes his time, no violent thrusting but taking pleasure from each exquisite moment of his fucking her as she holds her kitten pose on hands and knees for him. She is filled by her tail and by his cock, and she cannot help coming hard as he tweaks the tail with one hand as he pushes into her again. She comes again before the Owner finishes, spurting his seed deep into her cunt. She did not have permission for either orgasm, and expects to be punished later that evening, or in the morning, but she does not care right now. It was worth it.

*****

It is time for bed, and the Owner finally allows kitten abby upstairs again. He does not send her to her own bed, but has her follow him into his room instead. There, at the foot of his bed, is a large cat basket. It was probably a og basket really, but it is perfect for a kitten abby-sized cat. The room is delightfully warm, and kitten abby is stripped of her cat costume until all that remains is the cat collar with its bell. Kitten abby is to sleep in this, at the foot of the Owner's bed. She knows that he may well wake in the night and desire her again, but it does not matter to her whether he does or not. She has all she wants from the day: she is his owned slave, his owned kitten, his pet.