Sweet Little Kitten

She stood naked in the furthest corner of the room, trembling with anticipation,

the chill from her Master's ceiling fan, slicing through her emotions, peaking

her desire. Her eagerness to pursue her own willful humiliation, to serve, her

longing, the expectancy, the waiting, all combining to only garnish her

delicious thirst and decedent hunger.

Master approached from behind, his hands raking through hair, his voice landing

a whisper upon her sense. He commands her to purr for him, sweet little kitten,

naughty little one. She drops her palms to the floor and her knees do follow,

she brushes herself against his leg, circling him, gazing upwardly toward her

owner. Slowly and passionately stroking her cheek against his crotch, teasing

her tongue over his rock, parching to be bad.

She crawls off toward the couch and glances back at him. He walks toward her as

she submissively lowers her head to the carpet. His fingertips tickle her under

the chin and along the back of her neck. She paws at the rug, her eyes roll to

the back of her head as her Master's nails rake her from the back of her neck to

the cheeks of her ass. She knows what a dirty little kitten is to do, and raises

her buttocks high in the air. A hard smack lands with a vengeance, as she is

ordered to shake herself back and forth, for her Master's enjoyment, all of

which, only adds fuel to her fire.

A dampened finger massages her tender petite asshole, slipping in and out of

her. A momentary pause, then the gooey feel of lubrication passes into her

bowls, and then no more. She parts her eye lids to find her Master standing

before her, holding out a rounded pink plug, with a long black tail. She

intuitively knows her place and reaches out her lips to kiss it. Sensuously

sucking, taking it deeply, glancing to see her Masters pleasure, lusting for her

tail to be inside. As it's removed from her mouth, she tightens her palms into

little fists, and forces her ass high in the air. The plug enters her, until

gone, and only the tail brushes against her shaved pussy, tickling her,

humiliating her, sending her fervor into a frenzy. She drops further into

submissiveness, as she feels the tiny kitty ears slip over her head. Then as her

Master paints sexy whiskers along her cheeks, flicks the cat ears upon her head,

and brushes her tail, she looks upward into his eyes. Then to complete her

feline transformation, she lowers herself to all fours, and quietly utters her

first meow.

Master reaches for a silver candle, a present from his little slave cat, then

moves toward her, as its light echoes and shimmers along the walls. The first

drop falls upon her shoulder, with a hot sting, and a quiet whimper from his

kitty. She writhes and squirms as the wax falls across her back, decorating her.

The searing wax is devilish delight for such a modest twisting pussycat. His

fingertips caress her ear lobe as the burning continues, soft kisses on her

neck, as her torment increases. The all consuming heat torturing her back, mixed

with the pleasure of her Masters hands massaging her breasts, gently pinching

her nipples, was an overwhelming sensation, which had her on the edge of

oblivion. Then as the last few drop hit her like thunder, her Master's finger

tips, touched her clit and began to rub. The stroking became extreme, as she

felt her pussy tighten, then without warning, his hands moved from between her

legs, he pressed the candle flame against her ass, and it was over.

She laid there, for a time, awaiting her Master's return, her clit aching to

cum. He emerged with the mirror from his bedroom wall and tilted it in her

direction. Although the image was reversed, she smiled, as through her misty

eyes, she could read the word "kitten" had been written across her back in

silver wax.

She closed her eyes and proudly curled up into a little ball. However, she only

napped for a moment, when she heard a ceramic bowel placed on the kitchen floor.

Again, a smile over came her as she crept on all fours to the kitchen. She

circled her Master, impatiently, as he poured her a bowel of milk. She slowly

and seductively lapped up the milk, swirling it around her tongue, purposely

allowing it to dribble down her chin. Swaying her long black tail as she drank,

purring and meowing as whoreishly as she could. Gleefully watching her Masters

cock growing from within his pants. She gnawed at the side of the bowel as he

unsnapped her pants, quivered as he lowered his zipper, and began to boil as his

cover dropped to the floor.

With his shirt now draped over the kitchen chair, and his pants discarded into a

ball under the table, he stood with his large cock hard with yearning. He bent

down and touched his eyes to hers, picked up the bowel, and stood over her. With

the bowel placed against his chest, he poured the milk down his body. She didn't

wait for his command to lick it up. She started at his feet, ran her tongue up

his legs, on her way to what she desired most. He raised his cock, revealing his

balls for her mouth to suck dry. With a handful of her hair he began slapping

her face with his hardness. Then he took pleasure in her purr as his cock went

down her throat. He held her tightly as he fucked her in the mouth, her long

black tail swinging against her thighs, her own tail whipping her from her own

ass. He pulled himself from her and lifted her to upward by her nipples, she

replied with only a quiet meow, losing herself in her torment, submerged in her

humiliation. With a slap on each breast she dropped to the floor, raised he

head, proudly perched herself on all fours and peaked upward, only to watch him

walk away.

Her Master sat at the end of his couch browsing though is toy bag and carefully

laying out several whips and mysterious chimes along the sofa. He paused for but

a second and motioned to her to come over to him. With the milk still dripping

from her chin she slithered over to him. He held out a large dildo, which was

suspended from a thin strip of leather, and told her to play with it. From her

knees, and like a cat she batted it back and forth purring and meowing like a

little kitten. When order to suck on it, she lowered her hands to the floor and

opened her mouth. The rubber cock was hard to catch, and kept dangling and

bouncing against her cheeks and lips. She licked at it and whimpered in

frustration with not being able to catch it. She longed to please her Master and

gazed upon him with pouty eyes. She bit at the dildo several more times then,

with great accomplishment and satisfaction, she had it in her mouth.

She proudly sucked on the rubber cock as Master let go of the leather rope,

which glanced against her neck. She remained there slurping while he held out

two bells suspended from strings. He looped the first around her stiff nipple

and pulled it tight, as the drool began to slip from between her lips. He tied

the second tighter still, and told her to shake her breasts from his amusement.

Then sat back into the comfort of his pillows, to behold his little slut. So,

there she was, on her knees, sticky with milk, a large butt plug deep in her ass

with a tail attached... its strands swinging along her legs, the dildo in her

mouth immersed in her own spit, bells chiming as her breasts swayed from side to

side, and her mind... swimming in submissive humiliation.

He then patted the sofa, signaling her to jump up and lay beside him. She

pounced upon the couch and curled into a little ball, placing her head in her

Masters crotch. She looked upward at him, smiling as he removed the dildo from

her mouth. She glanced down, between his legs and looked him in the eye again.

There was something she wanted, something she yearned for, and Master's do not

like to disappoint little whores.. He grabbed his cock by it's thick shaft,

aimed it at her lips, and smiled as she swooped upon it, engulfing it, devouring

it like a ravenous animal. Sucking him intensely, with rabid zealousness, with

all the passion of a raging slut dying to please. Gagging and chocking, taking

more, taking it deeper, with fiery lust spewing from her soul. Until he suddenly

pushed her to the floor and placed his foot on her lips. She began licking the

sole of his toes without permission, little slaves need to beg before licking

their Master's feet, he reminder her of this, and she knew she needed to be

punished.

She was ordered onto all fours as he scraped his fingernails along her back. She

raised her ass high in the air again, and wagged her tail, the long black

strands brushing along the backs of her thighs for the last time. He slowly

pulled it from within her, her ass opened up and slowly closed as the plug

slipped out. Master circled her then dangled it before her face. He teased her

about her longing to suck and lick and she knew what he wanted. She placed her

face close to the plug. The dirty smell made her shiver but, excited her never

the less. The taste didn't matter as she licked and swirled it around her

tongue, and took it into her mouth. Cleaning it with her mouth, washing it with

her tongue. Her Master rose to his feet and removed the butt plug from her

mouth. Tossed it to the side and walked into the bathroom, she was ordered to

follow.

She entered the bathroom and watched as he pulled a cat tray, filled with kitty

litter, from under the sink, and slid it toward her. She lowered her head in

proud shame as she positioned herself over the tray. Master commanded her to

look at him and touch herself. She delighted in being gazed upon, in touching

herself, in the tingling from within her bladder. She massaged and caressed her

clit until he ordered her to pee from him. She parted her lips and began to purr

as her golden fluid poured over her fingertips and was rapidly soaked up into

the kitty litter. As she finished, her humiliation was topped off, when her

Master instructed her to suck her fingers dry. She took intense pleasure in the

salty taste as it hit her tongue, and sparkled with bliss, as her slutly

performance entertained her Master. Enjoying her torment a little too much, or

so he felt, as he slapped in the face, and reprimanded her for being such a

whore.

It was her favorite part, acting so slutty, then being scolded for it. Although

she knew her Master enjoyed it too, she adored the contradiction. As her face

was slapped over and over, she thought to her self, "How wonderful a game this

is." She knew she could stop the torment at any time, just utter her Safe Word,

and this would all come to an end. She slipped in and out of sub-space, as her

chastisement further unraveled. She was in total control but, had surrendered

control to him, and road the edge of excitement to its peak. Then, as she was

dragged across the tiles and back into the living room, her pussy began to ache

at what mysteries where to come next.