Grooming Kitty: A BDSM Romance

by Kirsten McCurran

  “Do you swallow when you suck cock, Kitty?”

  She shook her head. Once a guy came in her mouth without warning and she thought it was gross. She spat it out and chewed half a pack of gum to get rid of the taste.

  “You will drink my cum and you will come to love it. Do you know why?” She shook her head again. “Because it pleases me.”

  Katherine knew she would do it if it pleased him, but she doubted she would learn to love it.

  “That’s it, pet. Now suck my balls like a good little slut.”

  Tara still stroked his wet shaft as she held it up so she could suck on each of his balls. She caught them in her mouth and sucked hungrily while moaning—like it was her favorite thing in the world. Seeing his cock stretched out like that was so exciting that Katherine was itching just to touch it. She also realized he must shave down there because his pubic area was almost clean of hair, except for a smattering of peach fuzz. It somehow made his cock seem bigger and more powerful.

  “Ahh yes, pet. Such a good slut!”

  Suddenly, Master pushed Tara away and stepped up between Katherine's spread legs. He was jerking his own cock now and it was so close she could have touched it if she were free. She thought he was going to unstrap her so she could touch him, but no, Master was done in seconds. He grunted as he finished jerking off and shot his load all over Katherine. The first ropey jets of cum landed on her belly and they arced up into the air and she felt the hot spunk land on her tits, where it dripped down from her nipples. Katherine could not believe how much cum he had or how far he could shoot it. As he painted her chest he almost hit her in the face. When he finally finished she was thoroughly glazed.

  Katherine was bright red and not just because she was so aroused. No, she really did feel like a slut from the way Master just came all over her. She’d seen it in dirty movies and thought it looked disgusting then. She could feel it cooling on her hot skin and when she looked down it glistened in the subdued lighting of the playroom. She truly was a mess and felt deeply ashamed because the thing that bothered her most was that Master treated her like his slut without giving her any of the benefits, like being fucked like a slut. She was his cum receptacle, but she was not the one who made him come. She felt so dirty and wanted to clean herself up, but of course she was still at her master’s mercy.

  “You look so sexy like that, Kitty,” Master said.

  “Thank you, sir,” she replied, forcing the words out.

  “You don’t think you look sexy?”

  “I…I don’t know, sir.”

  “You have so much to learn, Kitten. I am so going to enjoy teaching you.”

  “Thank you, Master. Just please be patient.” It was an admission she would be back in this room. An admission she would be back at Mr. Gardner’s mercy and that he was her master now. And it came without a second’s hesitation. Katherine was still frightened, but it would be foolish to try and deny the cold truth—that she wanted her master to teach her how to use her body properly.

  “Of course, dear. I want you to come out perfect, after all.”

  Master rolled her slippery nipple, making Katherine moan. He also wiped up some of the cum there and pressed his fingers to her lips. She hesitated only for a moment and then licked at his fingers. Actually, it didn’t taste so bad. Her master’s cum was not so strong and when he pressed, she took his fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, like she might suck his cock. Katherine closed her lips and sucked hard, pulling his fingers to the back of her mouth. When he pulled his fingers back, her lips smacked.

  “Tonight was a fine start, Kitty. I take it I am not going to have to chase you down next time. Do you understand that you must come when I call for you?”

  She nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir. I’ll try not to keep you waiting.”

  “Good, because when I have to wait for you I have to punish you. Of course, I think you may like that sort of thing.”

  Remembering her spanking, Katherine could not disagree.

  “I am done with you for tonight. Clean yourself up and get dressed. I will see you before you leave.”

  Master left the room and Tara leaned over and unshackled Katherine's wrists. She left it to the young woman to free her own ankles. She saw Katherine rubbing her wrists and said, “The cuffs are padded, but be careful because if you struggle too had you might hurt yourself, or leave marks. That could lead to some awkward questions.” There were red marks on her wrists and ankles, but they were only superficial. Her ass, however, was still red and sore and if anyone saw that they would surely knew what she’d been up to.

  Tara led her around behind the chair and Katherine was surprised to find a sink she had not seen before. It was in the shadows, but Tara had turned on a small lamp above it. She soaked a washcloth in the water and handed it to Katherine. The girl was glad for the chance to get cleaned up and nearly scrubbed her skin raw washing Master’s spunk off her chest. Washing it away made it feel like she was washing away her shame too. She saw Tara watching as she scrubbed down.

  “Give it some time, honey. I know some of this may seem weird to you right now, but trust me the rewards are so wonderful that soon you will welcome whatever the master wants to do with you. He was just marking you as his today.”

  That made a twisted sort of sense and Katherine nodded. Gosh, but he made her feel good. Still, she wondered if she would ever truly welcome some of the other stuff that came with it. “How long have you guys been doing this?”

  “Ever since we met. Patrick was a teaching assistant and I was in one of his classes. He had a reputation back then for singling out his favorite girl each semester and bedding her. Supposedly, no one ever turned him down. I know I didn’t when it was my turn.”

  “And right away you guys did all this?” Katherine felt odd standing around talking while naked, so she went and found her clothes and dressed while Tara spoke.

  “Not all of this, no. It takes time to learn to be a proper submissive. He spanked me the first time our first night together, back at his place. I think he wanted to see right away if his instincts about me were correct. My master has always hated wasting his time. He wouldn’t stop until I begged him to. It wasn’t the first time I’d been spanked, but he did it hard and it was the first time I really felt like a man was controlling me. It was such a rush! I was hooked from the beginning. Over months he took complete control and there was no looking back. When we moved into this house, he designed this playroom himself. Come along now, it’s getting late.”

  As they walked through the bedroom, Katherine saw the bedside alarm clock and couldn’t believe the time. They were in the playroom for over two hours! Time just seemed to stand still in there. Tara led her downstairs, still in her bondage gear, where they found Master—Mr. Gardner—sitting in the living room, once again dressed like any other suburban dad.

  “You look so lovely and innocent, Kitty. I can’t wait to see you dressed sexy for me.”

  Mr. Gardner led her to the front door, where he pressed folded bills into her hand.

  “What is this for?” Horrified, Katherine thought they were paying her off, like some kind of whore. She tried giving him back the cash, but he wouldn’t take it.

  “It is the money you should have made for babysitting tonight. I know your time is worth money.”

  “But I didn’t babysit for you. I didn’t earn it, sir.” She did not want to think that she really did.

  “All the same, you will be here a lot and if you don’t have any babysitting money your parents will become suspicious. Use the money to buy an outfit for me if you’d like.”

  Katherine did not like taking the money, but knew she had no choice. Mr. Gardner would not accept it back and he did have a point. And she did need the money. Maybe she would use it to buy some clothes. She quietly said, “thank you,” and tucked it into her jeans pocket.

  Mr. Gardner hugged her tightly and when he kissed her she opened her mouth to him. It was such a hot, passionate kiss that Kath
erine swooned and eagerly kissed him back. Mr. Gardner was so incredibly sexy, she thought for the first time.

  “I will see you again soon, Kitty,” he said, dismissing her.

  “Yes, sir,” she promised.

  ~~~

  While Katherine made her way home, full of conflicting emotions, Patrick Gardner sat on the couch stroking his wife, who was beside him. Her legs were spread, with one of them across his lap, and he was rubbing her swollen red lips while she relaxed.

  “How do you think tonight went?” he asked.

  “She seemed pretty frightened in the beginning, but as her desires took over from her brain Katherine seemed to slip right into the submissive role. Oh, Patrick.” Tara moaned when he slipped two fingers inside her and slowly moved them in and out.

  “I always had a feeling about her. On the exterior, she seems just like any other good girl her age, but there was always this undercurrent of something else. I’m sure she didn’t even know it was there. How do you know you need something you’ve never even heard of? It’s nice to know I was right. It’s been so long since I took a new submissive I wasn’t sure I still had it. It was a fine idea to add another pet to our games, Tara.”

  “You’ll always have it, dear. But what did you see in her? How did you know? Honestly, I thought she was just like any other girl. Very pretty, sure, but kind of reserved, average.”

  “There’s just something there in some women. I saw it in you the first time you walked into that classroom, seemingly so uptight, but so eager to please. I knew I could mold you into the perfect pet and in all these years you have never disappointed.”

  “Oh, thank you, honey. Right there, yes, rub me there,” Tara gasped, pumping her hips at those invading fingers.

  Patrick rolled to his knees on the floor and began licking Tara’s pussy. He lashed her clit with his tongue and still kept his fingers bent deep inside her. She was wailing and clutching at the couch while she rose closer and closer to her peak. When his tongue zeroed in on her clit he reached up and also tugged on the chain connecting her nipples. Tara screamed and thrashed wildly on the couch, climaxing instantly. Patrick knew her body so well that it hardly required any effort at all for him to get her off anymore. It was one of the reasons he wanted a new challenge. He so loved eating her pussy, something he rarely did in the playroom.

  Pushing Tara on her back on the couch, Patrick dropped his pants and mounted her. He thrust his cock hard and deep inside her, building to a pounding rhythm. Tara clenched around him and her nails dug into his shoulders painfully. He always thought that was a way for her to compensate for the pain he caused in the playroom.

  “God honey, you feel so good. Harder!” Tara cried. She was almost ready to come again.

  “I love you so much, Tara. You’re so fucking sexy!”

  “Sexier than Katherine?” she moaned. It wasn’t a real question, as she was sure of his answer.

  “She’s just a girl, baby. You’re going to help me make her into a woman.”

  The Gardners hammered away at each other for another few minutes until Patrick buried himself in Tara and came while she screamed from her own orgasm. They held each other tightly and he swore his love to her. Patrick really did love his wife more than life itself. Tara was not just his pet. She had fulfilled all his dreams. And that was why times like these were important, when he made sure she understood she was his wife first.

  But that did not mean he could be forever satisfied with just Tara as his plaything. He would always need new challenges. He was glad his wife understood that, just as she understood that she would always be his Primary. Tara was his wife, and no other pet would ever supplant her. Katherine would become his pet too, and he would enjoy teaching her how to behave in that role, but she would not be the last. Perhaps she would even be used to recruit his next pet one day.

  “So,” Tara asked, kissing his cheek, “when do I get to play with Katherine?”

  “Soon, I promise. I need to make sure my control is cemented first. She is a willful girl. I can see that in her, and I will have to break that.”

  “Sounds like you’re going to need some one-on-one time,” she said, smiling wickedly.

  “In due time, wife, in due time.”

  six

  “I’m not sure this is such a good idea,” Katherine said. She was squeezed into the backseat between two other girls. Sandra was in the front seat and their friend, Amy, was driving. “Isn’t there something else you guys would rather do tonight?”

  Hope, the girl to her left, laughed and said, “Why do you always worry so much? When are you going to learn to just cut loose and have fun?”

  “Yeah, I thought we were going to have to tie you up to drag you out tonight,” Sandra added.

  That comment brought a nervous chuckle from Katherine. Being bound was much on her mind lately, though she didn’t think Sandra would have any idea what to really do with someone tied down. It was three days since she’d seen her master and there had not been so much as a phone call in that time. She thought Master wanted her at his beck and call and that she would be right back over there, but no, there was nothing but silence. She hoped they were just letting her stew. If that was the plan, it was working. Katherine jumped every time the phone rang, hoping it was one of the Gardners. Whenever she thought about Master playing with her—which was about every five minutes—she turned so wet she could hardly stand it. Master had better be just toying with her, because if she in some way disappointed him and he was done with her, she didn’t know what she would do. Days ago she did not even know what it meant to have a master, but now the thought of hers dropping her was terrible. She was scared, but she wanted to know—needed to know—what other plans he had for her. Katherine didn’t know how long she was distracted, but the jostling of the car on the badly paved city street brought her back to the here and now.

  “I’m just worried we will get carded and won’t get in,” Katherine argued, although she was more worried they would get in and what could happen then. Sandra was bound and determined to hook her up with some hot guy for the evening, no matter how many times Katherine told her she wasn’t looking for that. There was only one man on Katherine's mind now.

  They parked several blocks from the club and Katherine was glad for the warm night, since Sandra had convinced her to go out basically half naked, or at least that was how she felt. She was wearing a black baby doll with a sequined band just below the bodice. It might not have been so bad with a sweater over it—except it was too short for Katherine's liking, but it was cut so low she felt like she was hanging out of it. She wasn’t above showing cleavage, but this dress was too much. She knew she would spend the whole night pulling on the spaghetti straps. All the other girls were dressed similarly and their heels clicked on the sidewalk as they made their way to the club.

  Waiting in line, Katherine asked again if Sandra was sure about this, but her friend just poked her in the side and told her to chill out. When they reached the bouncer he did not even card them! Katherine was shocked. As they walked down the narrow corridor and into the club proper Sandra had an I-told-you-so look on her face. Sandra had suggested as much earlier while teasing Katherine's hair and doing her make-up. She said she wouldn’t be surprised if the bouncer didn’t even check for ID. “Hot girls can get in anywhere,” she insisted.

  At the bar Hope bought the first round and ordered Katherine a Fuzzy Navel without asking. Katherine did not mind the cocktail, as she couldn’t taste the alcohol in it, and sipped as the girls grouped together and scanned the landscape. From the time they walked in, Katherine could feel the predatory eyes of horny, drunken young men on them. None of them would have trouble finding a guy tonight. It was just up to the girls to choose the lucky ones. For her part, Katherine had no desire hook up with anyone in the club. Sure, there were plenty of hot guys there, and it wasn’t that she couldn’t use some action, but Katherine was not one for anonymous sex and oddly, it felt like she would be cheating on he
r master if she was with another man. Did he expect her to refrain from being with other guys? He had not said. It would only be natural for a girl her age to have a boyfriend, or a friend with benefits, she knew. He never asked about it. As horny as she had been it would have been so easily to fool around with one of these guys, but she put that thought right out of her head.

  “Finish that drink so we can get out there and dance,” Sandra said, knocking back her on cocktail.

  Katherine finished her drink and set it down on the bar just in time for Amy to grab her hand and drag her to the dance floor. Sandra was ahead of them and she and another of the girls, a petite redhead named Brenda, were moving close together, twisting their bodies to the driving beat. Katherine loved to dance, but she wasn’t as into the guy-teasing, play-lesbian dancing that some of her friends were. She was out there to have fun, not titillate guys. She and Amy and Hope danced together in a tight little circle and when a cheesy guy tried to break in on them they laughed and shoved him away. It was great fun to get out there and get physical and not think for a while. The huge speakers drove the beat straight through her body and she blanked her mind and rode that rhythm, dancing on the crowded floor until she was breathless and covered with a fine sheen of sweat.

  Brenda bought the second round, pulling cash from between her pushed-up breasts, and Katherine was handed a cranberry and vodka. It was not as tasty as he first cocktail—the bartender took a heavier hand on the spirits—but she was parched from dancing and gladly drank it down. As soon as she put the empty glass down on the bar another one appeared and when Katherine tried to tell the bartender she did not order it, he pointed at a guy at the other end of the bar. He was handsome and looked to be at least ten years older than she was. He was darkness from head to toe, thick, jet black hair that dipped below the collar of his black, silk shirt, and he wore expensive looking black pants. He was dangerously handsome and Katherine's heart beat faster when he raised his glass to acknowledge her thank you wave. She immediately turned away to find Sandra grinning at her.