“You see, my dear, I have only your best interests at heart,” he said straight-faced. It was not entirely a lie. He did not want to see any harm come to the girl, it was just that it was all about him, not Kitty.
Stripping his clothes, he was pleased at how Kitty’s eyes went right to his cock. Although he just shot his load down in the kitchen, the sight of Kitty’s restrained, spread-eagle body already had him quite hard again. For Patrick, these games were better than any little blue pill.
Patrick licked her nipples where they peeked out from the clamps and Kitty moaned and closed her eyes. “Open your eyes,” he ordered. “Watch me.” She did, but she also had to keep fighting the urge to close them as he teased her sore, swollen nipples. He teased her until she was squirming and he could see the frustration in her eyes from being restrained and unable to truly respond. Patrick crawled to the bottom of the bed and lay between her splayed legs. Her skirt was already up around her waist and he just took a strong hold and ripped her thong right off. She would not need it again today and liked the idea of her returning home with no underwear.
Her pink lips were already spread by her position and Patrick inhaled the sweet, strong aroma of Kitty’s arousal. Glancing up between her breasts, he could see how uncomfortable she was being so open to him while he was so close. When she felt his breath on her lips she shivered. If her wetness was any indication, Kitty was very horny. Her dampness stained his cheek as he leaned close and kissed her thigh. She whimpered and pulled hard against the restraints, but there was nowhere to go and no way to force him where she really wanted him. Kitty would just have to wait until Patrick was ready to kiss her pussy. He took his time getting there and Kitty was gasping and moaning before he even touched his lips to hers.
Patrick started by kissing Kitty’s cunt as passionately as he would ever kiss her on the mouth. He pressed hard into her slippery lips and slurped at her juices and then darted his tongue in and out of her. He heard the leather straps holding her stretch taut, and Kitty twisted this way and that while moaning and gasping. Patrick was determined to make the girl scream. It was important to break that last vestige of control. He continued to sloppily make out with her pussy, thrusting his tongue as deeply as he could and flattening it out. He was also grinding his mouth into her clit, which seemed to alight the girl every time. Kitty was losing control, and yet he still backed away every time he thought she was going to orgasm. She was almost too easy to control.
“Master…” Kitty purred when he lightly tugged the chain connecting her nipple clamps. If he did that in conjunction with teasing her clit she almost jumped off the bed.
“I love your cunt, Kitty. It’s so much fun to kiss.”
“Ohhh, thank you, sir.”
“You like it kissed, don’t you?”
“Ohhh yesss, ohhhh God.”
“But there’s something else you really want right now, isn’t there?”
“Yesss, please, sir.”
“Please what, Kitty? You have to learn to vocalize and tell me what you need. You have to let go.” As he told her this, he flicked her clit out with his tongue and sucked on it while pulling her chain at the same time.
“Please make me come!” Kitty begged. “Oh please, Master!”
That’s more like it, Patrick thought. He kept his attention on her clit and added a finger to her pussy, curling it toward her g-spot. He also pulled harder on her chain and knew her nipples had to be aching.
“Oh yes! Yesyesyesyes! Oh Masterrr…”
Kitty arched her back off the bed and he thought she was going to pull her arms out of their sockets. She bucked so hard he could barely keep his mouth on her cunt. He let go of the chain and placed both hands on her pelvis to hold her in place so he could keep feasting on her pussy. While he sucked on her clit he took a slick finger from her cunt and pressed it against her asshole. Kitty was so frenzied that she hardly seemed to notice, that was until he shoved the finger in her ass. She shrieked and pulled even harder against her bonds to try and get away, but at the same time her entire body convulsed with orgasm. Her ass gripped his finger tightly and he kept it shoved up there until she calmed and relaxed. Kitty was limp on the bed, catching her breath. When he slowly pulled his finger out, she moaned weakly.
Patrick laid beside her, his cock resting on her thigh while he stroked her hair. She turned her head and stared at him glassy-eyed. He kissed her cheek and said, “You truly are marvelous, Kitty.”
“Thank you, Master,” she replied hoarsely. “Please untie me so I can touch you.”
“Not quite yet, but don’t worry, you will get the chance to please me.”
Moving on top of her, Patrick took his cock and rubbed the head all over her swollen mound. Kitty was moaning immediately and trying to thrust herself at him, but he was very careful to make sure he did not slip inside her—at least not fully. As she lifted her hips off the bed he penetrated her with just his head, but stopped it there, which took superhuman willpower. She was so hot and wet around him. It would be so easy to just slip inside and fuck the hell out of her. And Kitty obviously wanted it.
“Please stop teasing me, Master! Please put it in me!” Kitty wantonly begged.
It was just what Patrick wanted to hear. Kitty was at her limit, willing to do anything, which meant it was the perfect time to reel back and make her wait for it. It would be so much sweeter when he finally took her pussy.
Patrick knelt by Kitty’s head and turned her so his cock was in her face. She licked her lips and stretched against her restraints to try and get his cock into her mouth. Yes, she was totally his now. He smacked his cock across her lips and Kitty managed to lick it a couple of times, but he still withheld it, enjoying her struggle. He held his cock right by her lips and watched Kitty extend her tongue and lick him. He really enjoyed her gentle licking and let her go to town until precum dripped from the tip of his cock, leaving a long, sticky string when Kitty pulled her tongue back. He followed that string and pressed his head past her lips. She opened wide and eagerly accepted his cock.
Wrapping her long black hair around his fist, Patrick fucked his cock into Kitty’s hungry mouth. At first she did a good job of sucking him, but as he moved faster and faster Kitty had trouble keeping up and when he pushed even deeper she gagged. “Shh, Kitty, just relaxed and enjoy pleasing me.” The advice seemed to help, but she still had trouble breathing when he plunged his cock into her mouth. Fortunately she did not have long to endure, because Patrick was so fired up it didn’t take much face fucking before he was ready to shoot his load. He shot down her throat, into her mouth, and then finished on her face, making a nice mess of the pretty girl. Patrick stroked his cock until he squeezed out every last drop onto Kitty’s face.
“You’re an excellent cocksucker, Kitty.”
“Thank you, sir,” she gasped, still catching her breath.
“Did you have a good time this afternoon?”
“Oh yes, it was amazing, sir. Can you let me up? I really need to use the bathroom.”
“I suppose. We’re done for now anyway. Why don’t you go take a shower and clean up. I’ll be waiting for you in here.”
Patrick unfastened Kitty and she rolled off the bed. He was pleased she did not remove the nipple clamps, or even ask him to do it. The chain connecting her tits bounced as she walked into the bathroom. She closed the door. He knew he should have made her leave the door open, but he was very happy for now. He lay on the bed with his hands behind his head and reflected on his good fortune.
When Kitty emerged from the bathroom, her skin was fresh scrubbed and glowing and her shiny back hair was slicked down and behind her back. The nipples clamps were still on. Kitty bounced onto the bed and threw herself into his arms. He held her and loosened the clamps until he could slip them off. Her nipples were so red and swollen and Patrick gently sucked each one.
“Thank you, sir. I’m so sore from those. How does Tara stand wearing them so much?”
“You’ll get us
ed to it.” He noted her moaning. “It makes you so much more sensitive, doesn’t it?”
“It does, but I don’t know how much I could take.”
Patrick smiled, “It will be fun finding out.”
“What else would you like today, Master?”
“It sounds like you’re hinting at something, Kitty.”
“Why haven’t you fucked me yet, sir? Is there something wrong with me?”
“There is nothing wrong with you. You are a beautiful, sexy young woman, Kitty. I will fuck you in my own time, don’t you worry. I do have something for you, though.”
Patrick reached across to the nightstand and took out a narrow patent leather collar and fastened it around Kitty’s neck with a silver buckle. There was also a small chrome loop on the front. She touched the collar, fingering the ring curiously.
“Whenever you are with me you will wear this collar. Do you know what it represents, Kitty?”
“It means I belong to you, Master.”
“Yes it does. And now that you belong to me you will not be fucking any other men. You body belongs to me and you will do nothing with it without my permission.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I want you to play with your pussy when you wake up each morning, but not may not come more than once each day. If you think you need it, you may call and ask for permission.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now be a dear and suck my cock. Looking at your lovely body is turning me on again.”
By the time Tara came home with the kids, Kitty was dressed and out the door. She gave him a nice long blowjob before she left. Having already come twice that day, Patrick did not come easily and to her credit Kitty did not complain one bit. He was totally drained and ready for a nap and he lay back on the couch with Tara while the boys played together in the other room.
“How did it go, honey?” Tara asked, kissing his cheek and patting his crotch. If she was hoping to get a rise out of him, she was out of luck.
“Kitty was wonderful. I believe she has surrendered completely. Next time we have her up to the playroom we can really put her through the paces.”
“And were you able to control yourself?”
“No, I did not fuck her, dear. I would not do it without you in the room.”
“Good. I want to be there to see it when you take her. Now that she’s your plaything she’s going to need clothing to go with her role.”
“Good point. Perhaps you should take Kitty shopping.”
eight
Katherine withdrew from the rest of her life. She avoided her friends' calls and grew distant from her family at home. Cody continued to call, but whenever she saw it was him she sent it straight to voice mail. At first it was because she was shell-shocked from her latest encounter with her new master. It was all just too much to process and she was afraid if she talked to Sandra she would spill her guts. She needed someone to talk to about all this, but she could never admit the things she'd done or how her master made her feel. It would be one thing if she were horrified by it all, but how could she tell anyone how much she loved giving herself to her master? She did not even want to admit it to herself. Katherine had changed and she was afraid if she spent any real time with the people in her life they would see it. It was easier to just avoid everyone than have to explain herself.
Katherine really felt like she was a new person—how could people not notice? Sexually, she was more confident, but at the same time she was cowed. She responded so easily to her master's commands that it spilled over into other parts of her life. Even when her parents asked her to do something she responded respectfully—eyes downcast—and jumped to do it. She was craving approval in every aspect of her life.
It had been four days since her last visit to her master and Katherine was out of her mind thinking about him. She so wanted him to call for her that she was driven to distraction. Katherine couldn't even watch television without thinking of him. She did not book any babysitting jobs because she wanted to be immediately available for him should he call. Katherine did not know if she could take the disappointment if he called for her and she wasn't available. Of course, there would be the sweet punishment, but waiting for it would be the worst torture she could think of. Not that she wasn’t tortured. She faithfully followed her master’s instruction not to climax more than once a day. When she touched herself in the morning she came quickly, thinking of Master finally giving her what she needed and fucking her. But one quick orgasm in the morning did not satiate her need and she spent the whole day horny.
The Gardners finally called for her, but it was Tara, not her husband. The phone was never out of reach so Katherine answered within seconds.
"That was fast, Kitty. The phone barely rang," Mrs. Gardner said.
"Oh, I was just sitting next to it," Katherine replied, trying too hard to sound casual.
"How have things been going?"
"They're good, you know I've just been chillin', enjoying my summer."
"Well, I was wondering if you were free Saturday afternoon."
"Of course," Katherine answered quickly.
"Patrick would like me to take you shopping and I thought we could have lunch together."
Katherine was disappointed that she would be going out with Tara instead of seeing her master, but if this was what he wanted she would of course comply. "I would love to."
That Saturday, Katherine headed over to the Gardners' and dressed up for her master, hoping to at least see him before she left with Tara. He was there and took her into his home office while his wife was still getting ready. With the door closed, he pulled Katherine close and palmed her breast, giving it a firm squeeze. Her nipple leapt to attention and she wished her bra weren't so padded so he could feel it. He kept groping and pinching through the stiff cup until he found her nipple and gave it a sharp pinch. Katherine moaned and leaned into him.
"You look very sexy today, Kitty. I'm glad to see you are taking my direction to heart."
Katherine swooned from her master's approval. "Thank you, sir. I dressed just for you." She was wearing a short, pleated kilt with a maroon and gray plaid—something like a school girl's uniform, but it was way shorter than any school would allow. With it she wore a very tight, stretchy V-neck shirt, which showed off an impressive valley of tanned cleavage. Her thick raven hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The overall effect made Katherine look even younger than she really was. She was quite the Lolita.
"You should leave these with me," he said as he slipped his hand under her skirt and rubbed her through her panties. She pushed against his fingers and quickly soaked through her crotch.
"But Master..."
"Yes?"
She wanted to tell him her skirt was too short and that she couldn't possibly go out in public without panties. She'd never gone pantyless with a skirt before and she certainly did not want to start with this skirt. "But..." she knew her master did not want to hear that. He expected her to comply as soon as he issued a command. Resigned, Katherine reached to slip off her panties, but her hesitation was already too long.
"If you're going to tell me a but, you're going to show me your butt, Kitty."
He led her to his desk and ordered her to bend over it. She leaned forward with her elbows resting on the cool wood. The little skirt barely covered her ass in that position. She felt so exposed with her ass in the air. He pushed the skirt up to reveal little red panties, which he yanked down to her knees. The cool air conditioning was nice on her ass. She slowed her breathing and tried to prepared for what she knew was coming. Katherine only hoped her master would not spank her so hard this time.
Whack!
Her wish was not fulfilled. He spanked her very hard on the left cheek and then left a matching hand print on the right. Katherine whimpered and concentrated on holding still. Her cheeks stung and her instinct was to escape the punishment. One of the advantages of being restrained, she realized, was that she did not have to work to control herself. He
spanked her again and again, the sharp clap of his palm on her cheek loud in the silent room. Not only did her ass sting, but her pussy was throbbing. God, she could not believe how horny she got from just a few slaps to her ass. She wanted her master to touch her pussy and give her some relief, but he kept his hands away from there.
"I'm going to have to find another way to discipline you because I don't think this is punishment at all," he chuckled. He inhaled and added, "I can smell how aroused you are, Kitty."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"No need to be sorry. I like how easily you get wet."
"Thank you, sir."
He spanked her hard once again and she gasped. "You will leave your panties here today! If I told you to walk out of here naked you would do it. Do you understand, Kitty?"
"Yes, Master," she replied, wondering if he really would ever order her out of his house naked. She didn't think so since it would be hard to explain to the neighbors. But more importantly, she did not know for sure that she would refuse to do it.
"Now take off your panties like a good girl."
Katherine bent deep at the waist and pulled her panties the rest of the way down, making sure to give her master the best possible view of her round little ass. Just as she was stepping out of her panties there was a soft knock and Tara poked her head around the door. Katherine blushed with guilt, like she’d been caught misbehaving. Of course that was silly.
"Looks like I'm interrupting something. Should I come back?" Tara asked.
"No," he answered. "Kitty just needed a reminder of who's in charge. She did not want to take her panties off as instructed."
"Tsk, tsk, bad girl. Are you sending her out like that?" He said he was and Tara told her, "Have you gone out in a skirt without panties before?"
"No, I haven't."
"I think you'll grow to love it. I find it so freeing and daring. I like feeling dirty while everyone around me thinks I'm just some pretty soccer mom."
That could be fun, Katherine thought, except for the soccer mom part. It would be exciting to have a dirty little secret while she was out and about. She did not hesitate this time, but placed her panties in her master's outstretched hand. He gave them a quick sniff and stuffed them into his pants pocket.
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