KITTEN

by J. J. MacGuire

His head had fallen back with a low steady moan as Kitten's marks reached the root of his shaft. His body was swaying in the chains and his cock was bobbing. Then he whispered the word's Kitten had worked for…. "Please, Mistress".

  She stopped and reached up to grab a handful of his hair and yanked his head forward. "You do not have my permission to cum, Cunt," she hissed. "We're just getting warmed up. The night is young."

  She turned to the highboy behind her and picked up several clothespins. Pulling down on the skin on his balls, she attached them: making a circle around his ringed balls. He was shaking hard when she closed the last one. She stepped back as if to admire her handy work, only to lay a strike with the Ashlar on the base of his cock. The chains rattled loudly, echoing off the walls and mingling with his moans.

  Master slid his finger into my wet cunt. I watched, mesmerized, as Kitten increased his pain. He pulled hard on the chains as he whimpered. I glanced over at Sir Brendan to find him smiling widely and he whispered, "Cunt is hating every moment of this, just as he is loving it, because he knows I want it."

  I could tell by Cunt's cock that the pain Kitten inflicted aroused him intensely. I had never seen a prick get so hot.

  She stopped and moved around in front of him, lowering her lips to the tip of his cock. She lavished wet kisses on it and licked down his shaft.

  "Please, please" rolled around the room. She licked the prick's pain away, moistening it with her saliva. He cried out, "Please, Mistress, Please, Mistress" with each stroke of her tongue. She left his cock and began pulling off the pins one by one, sucking on the skin before removing the next. I saw his juices seeping from the tip. His eyes lock with Sir Brendan's and he mouthed, please, Master.

  I glanced over at Sir Brendan who just smiled back at Cunt. With the last pin removed, Kitten kissed up his shaft before standing and turning to Sir Brendan saying, "I do not believe I have reached Cunt's limits. Would you verify that for me, Sir Brendan?"

  Cunt turned to Sir Brendan who confirmed Kitten's belief. Sir Brendan was staring straight back into Cunt's eyes when he spoke, "Cunt will last as long as you wish him to, Kitten." Cunt gave a curt nod.

  Kitten walked back over to the highboy and picked up a dildo on a rod. She moved over to stand in front of Cunt as she twisted the rod to lengthen it. Holding the dildo up to his mouth, "Lick it cunt, make it wet, because from your tongue, this will go in your ass." He licked the length of the rubber appendage from bottom to top before slipping it into his mouth.

  I wondered how wet he was actually going to be able to make it, I knew I was parched just watching him. I licked my lips as he rubbed his over the dildo. Kitten pulled it out and walked around behind him.

  Pushing his left cheek out she positioned the tip on his anus. I watched as he arched forward, the chain losing its tautness. His lips were hard pressed together and the determination not to make a sound as Kitten did her worst to his ass was blatantly clear. Twisting her wrists she pushed into his hole. His jaw muscles twitched but not a peep came from him. Once the rubber cock was in, she lengthened the rod so that it fit snuggly into a cup in the floor between his legs.

  Kitten moved around and pressed her fingers on his chest moving Cunt back, and impaling him further onto the dildo. She tested the chain by plucking it.

  "That made a really nice sound." She plucked it a few more times before Cunt let out a loud groan, which caused Kitten's face to lighten up with a smile. "That's it, Cunt, you want to cum, don't you? But you can't, because I won't let you. Me, little Kitten, won't let you." She twisted both his nipples hard before continuing, "We're going to use this." She held up a sixteen-inch rectangular studded paddle, flexing it between her hands.

  Moving to the left of Cunt she brought it down hard on the lower part of his ass. He strained forward moaning only to swing back into the dildo. Kitten continued to apply the paddle, the rocking forward on his toes and then back on to the cock had Cunt panting hard. His dick twitched and his body was writhing in the cuffs.

  Sir Brendan stood and walked over to Cunt's right and wrapped his long fingers around the throbbing shaft as Kitten continued to lay one stroke after the other on Cunt's ass. Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks and he mumbled something incoherent when Kitten stopped and brushed her hand lovingly over his now red inflamed rear.

  Kitten stood directly behind him as Sir Brendan said, "Why don't we have some refreshments and you can finish him off after, Kitten? Cunt's not going anywhere, and I believe we could all use a nice drink and some dinner."

  Kitten patted Cunt's ass, "Yes, I could use something to eat, Baby and I haven't eaten since we got on the road this morning. Hang tight, Cunt, we'll be back in a bit." She set the paddle down on the highboy before moving toward the door.

  Cunt squirmed in his restraints. "Wait Master, You can't let her leave me here like this. Please, Master."

  Sir Brendan's hand shot up and slapped Cunt across the face. "I can and will do what I want, when I want, Cunt. Haven't you learned that in our ten years together?"

  Cunt's chin dropped to his chest and he whispered, "Yes, Master."

  "Good. Shall we go now?" We left the room and he closed the door firmly behind us.

  CHAPTER 18

  Sir Brendan led us back up the spiral staircase and into a small sitting room. There were platters of antipasto, meats, cheeses and breads on a long table next to the wall. I walked over and picked up a plate and started selecting things I knew Master loved. He and Sir Brendan settled on two overstuff love seats. Kitten asked Sir Brendan what he would like and filled a plate for him.

  After handing Master his plate I knelt to the left of him. I was hungry but not, at the same time.

  Master picked up a piece of cheese saying "Open, Baby," and popped it into my mouth.

  Kitten had made herself a plate and sat next to Sir Brendan.

  Turning to Sir Brendan she asked, "Do you mind if I pick your brain, Sir Brendan?"

  "Not at all my dear. What would you like to know?"

  "It's Cunt. I've pretty much exhausted my torturing skills." She giggled. "He's hardheaded enough, that if I was able to get close to his limits, he would refuse to tell me. I know you're watching and will protect him if I go too far. After all, he has belonged to you for ten years. So I'm sure you know every nock and cranny of his psyche."

  "Cunt will hold out as long as you do, Kitten. Not taking anything away from you, but he has been trained hard and long. The twins have tried for years to have him say his safe word. Sometimes I believe he has blocked it from his mind completely. So what would you like to know?"

  "I want to know if there is something that sends Cunt over the edge, that would make him lose that grip on his will if done the right way?"

  "What we are doing now is part of it. You left him with a rock hard penis. The straps will not allow him to deflate without pain, which will excite him more, so he's going to be very close to the edge as it is. If you don't mind, I will give you a few pointers to Cunt's buttons. Your caressing with one hand and swatting with the other has him in anticipating. I especially liked how you gently blew on it and stroked him tenderly as you got him ready to receive more pain."

  Sir Brendan face brightened and he took Kitten's hand, "Come my dear. I know just what will do it. Cunt will hate you for it, but not to worry, nothing that won't come out in the end." He chuckled as they disappeared through the door.

  Sir Brendan headed straight for the large stainless steel refrigerator and opened it. Reaching into the vegetable bin he pulled out a plastic zip lock baggy. He pulled out a root covered in mold and placed it on the cutting board.

  Picking up a paring knife he said, "This is ginger root. They call it a hand. See the fingers? It looks like an old hag's hand. I am going to show you how to make a butt plug out of it."

  "Cunt has a dildo in right now that's much bigger. What will that do?" Kitten asked as she moved a stool closer to the counter to watch Sir Brendan work on the root.

  "Ginger
is dynamite for CBT, it burns so good."

  "It is? I've never heard that."

  "Watch and learn, Kitten. First, you must remove one of the fingers from the hand, the longer the better, we need at least four inches," Sir Brendan said as he cut into the palm of the root to get the needed length. He pulled out a potato peeler and scraped off the mold and skin. "You have to make it smooth, but you want to leave as much meat as you can. Don't worry, the root is fibrous and the mold does not penetrate it." Every so often he rinsed it under cold water. Once he was satisfied that all the knots were removed he began to cut a shallow trench around the finger almost three inches from the end. He held it up and smiled, "Looks like a butt plug to me."

  The aroma of ginger filled the air as he handed the finger to kitten.

  "I am going to teach you how to figging cunt."

  "Figging?"

  "Yes it's a Victorian term. This dates way back in BDSM history. It was used on bad little girls so they wouldn't clinch their asses when they were spanked. Now that we have the plug, we need to do one more thing." Slicing off a piece about a quarter inch thick and a bit over one-inch long he pared it down to a little round cylinder.

  Holding it up to admire his handy work he said "You will need to dip the ginger in water and slowly insert it into his urethra."

  "Oh my, I have never done anything like that before." Kitten stared wide eyed at the little piece of ginger.

  "Make sure you leave enough sticking out so it can be removed easily. The effect on his cock will be immediate and you will quickly get a reaction out of him.

  Reaching into the cabinet Sir Brendan pulled out a tumbler and handed it to Kitten. "Fill this with water, put the plug and wedge in it and lets go have some fun with Cunt."

  Kitten took the glass in shaky hands and moved to the sink. Sir Brendan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her saying, "Don't worry, my dear, this won't hurt him, only cause him discomfort while they're in place."

  "I believe you, Sir Brendan, however I have never done anything like this before."

  "That will be our secret." He led Kitten back the sitting room as Master and I stood. "Are you ready to see how my boy is doing?"

  I smiled as Master slid his arm around me, "Yes, we were going to head down that way to see if you had forgotten us."

  "No, I was showing Kitten how to prepare a little gift for Cunt. Let's go see how he likes it."

  CHAPTER 19

  As we neared the door Sir Brendan squeezed Kitten's arm. "You are in control of the scene, Kitten. You are the Mistress here. Do not let his begging deter you. Put the plug in first, it takes longer for the ginger to react there. That will give you plenty of time to slide the wedge in."

  I could see Kitten gulp before nodding and asking one more time, "Are you sure this will cause no permanent damage?"

  Sir Brendan smiled, "Only to his ego, Kitten. Spread the head of his cock and slide it in slowly and let the ginger do the rest of the work for you."

  He opened the door for Kitten and the we followed along. I didn't have a clue what was going on and looked to see if Master did. He was wearing his poker face and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. We moved over to sit back down.

  Cunt was groaning as Kitten moved over to the highboy and placed the glass down. When she moved behind him, and removed the butt plug, a smile crossed his face. "Have you missed me, Cunt? Did you think about me while I was gone?"

  "No ma'am," his replied.

  "I'm crushed." She slapped his ass playfully. "And here I was thinking about you the whole time." Another louder slap followed and he jerked forward. "Sir Brendan even helped me make you a present."

  She moved over, picked up the glass and returned to stand behind Cunt. I couldn't take my eyes from his face. There was a look of confusion on his face, which quickly changed to near panic as Kitten slid her ginger plug into his ass.

  "You do know what is in there don't you cunt?"

  He had arched forward as she moved away, as if he could escape what was there. She slapped his ass again and his eyes locked on Sir Brendan. I twisted my head quickly to catch Sir Brendan give a slight nod.

  "Yes," was barely heard before another resounding slap struck his ass.

  Kitten moved around and rubbed the tip of her finger over the head of his cock. "You do know what I am going to do next, don't you Cunt. I'm going to stick ginger up your urethra."

  "No, please, Kitten, no."

  He was trying to pull back from her hand but the strap around his hard dick would not let him. Turning, she handed the cup to Sir Brendan, then held up the little piece of ginger in front of Cunt's face. "Smell it, Cunt. Don't you just love the smell of freshly peeled ginger? Always makes me think of Chinese food. Can never get enough of it."

  He shook his head, whispering, "No, no, no," over and over.

  Kitten grabbed his shaft and pulled one side of the head with her thumb while rubbing the ginger over it. Then she pushed it into the tip. Cunt's head fell back and the no's got louder.

  I could still see a small bit of the ginger sticking out of the top of his cock when Kitten stepped back and slapped his shaft. His eyes were tearing up and he was shaking hard.

  "Oh, gawd! Take it out, Kitten. Take it out, it's burning."

  "No, Cunt, not yet," she said as she moved to sit down next to Sir Brendan.

  If I thought Cunt had wiggled before, I was wrong. His ass was moving and his cock was jumping up and down. The sound of rattling chains filled the air. I saw him fight to control his body, but it was a losing battle.

  Sir Brendan spoke in a whisper to Kitten, "When I'm ready to end the scene, I grab my favorite crop, and apply a stream of steady whacks to his nuts. That last bit of pain will make him shoot his wad for sure."

  Cunt was extremely animated, begging Mistress Kitten to take out the plug and ginger twig, to stop the burning as she rose to collect the crop. Standing to the left of him she applied it several times to his balls. He was dancing in his restraints pulling hard to avoid the sensations running through him. All of a sudden his head fell back and his groans and whimpers turned into a loud long moan. The ginger twig shot out as he came. Kitten continued to apply the crop to his balls till he was spent.

  "Tsk, tsk, Cunt, what a mess you have made," Kitten replied as a look of embarrassment crossed Cunt's face. "You came with out permission, now you will have to clean it up. Sir Brendan, will you help me undo Cunt's wrists please."

  Sir Brendan had stood when Cunt started to cum, then moved over to release Cunt from the cuffs.

  "Kneel, Cunt," Kitten ordered, as she grabbed his collar. His feet and cock were still in their restraints. She pushed his head down toward the floor. "It's your mess, now clean it up. Every drop of it, start licking it up, now."

  Cunt lowered his head to do as he was told, and Kitten applied the crop to his up turned ass. Sir Brendan came over and whispered something in Master's ear at which point he stood and we left the room.

  CHAPTER 20

  Sir Brendan led us over to the couches and sat down. He had a look of determination in his eyes as he began. "You know I am very fond of Kitten. I feel she has great potential as a Dommie. I know you have taken her in and made her a part of your family."

  Master listened and nodded with each of Sir Brendan's statements. "I know you believe in encouraging all to be the best that they can. Therefore what I propose is that you give Kitten to me to train as a Dominatrix."

  My eyes darted back and forth between Master and Sir Brendan. This came as a great surprise to me, but Master just smiled more broadly before saying, "I wondered how long it would take you to get around to asking me. Kitten is a wonderful switch, but I know its not her true calling, have known it for some time. When you asked us up here, I started thinking about asking you to do the remainder of her training. I can only train her so far, and you have much more in the way of resources at your command. I needed to see how you two worked together. She responses well to your guidance and I know
she adores topping Cunt. How will the girls react to another, no wait, two more females in the house?"

  Sir Brendan, chuckled, "The girls already like her, and they will worship the ground she walks on because of how she handles Cunt. This idea has been running through my mind since the new one came to me. I'd like to have Kitten train her. We can use Stacy as Kitten's project so to speak."

  Master held my hand and said, "Baby, look at me." I turned to search his face. "You may speak freely. Tell me what you think of this."

  I swallowed hard. "I think it would be a wonderful opportunity for Kitten. She was telling me of her life on the drive up here and most she just skimmed over until it came to her tale of her visit here. Then as she told of it, I believe she was reliving every moment in her mind. That Sir Brendan knew her beloved Master was also a plus. He trusted Sir Brendan enough to bring her here for what she warmly calls her night of 'Firsts.' I have never seen her so much in control as when she dealt with Cunt. I know we will miss her, Master, but I think this is Kitten's next step to being the person You and Sir Brendan know she can be."

  Master took me in his arms and hugged me tight, "That's my, Baby. You put it just right. So the question is how should we break the news to Kitten. She's been passed around so much in her short life. I don't want her to feel I'm pushing her off on you, Sir Brendan."

  "Ah, not to worry there…" He stopped when the door to the red roomed open, Kitten walked out with Cunt crawling neatly on a leash at her side.

  His head was down when they stopped in front of us and Kitten offered the leash to Sir Brendan. "Thank you very much for the use of your slave, Sir Brendan. It was most enlightening."

  Without taking the leash, Sir Brendan motioned her to sit. "Enlightening how, my dear?"

  Kitten took the seat next to him still holding Cunt's leash in her hand. "Well, I see that I would like to continue in the genre of study. I find I have so much more to learn. Cunt demonstrated defiance and a war of wills that I find very invigorating."