Chapter Twenty
“Hurry up, pet. We don’t want to be late for the club,” Dylan called from the bedroom. Pushing her head back under the shower, she rinsed the conditioner from her hair. The past three days had been hell on her body. She’d bet a personal training couldn’t have done a better job of forcing her to exercise. Although, she had to admit it was a lot more exciting than exercise. Even normal tasks as simple as cooking became an erotic adventure, given that she was naked. She was living out each and every submissive fantasy she’d ever had. Tonight was going to be special. Tonight they were going to the club. As she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Dylan standing by the bed.
“Pet, I’ve laid out your outfit for tonight. You are to wear nothing else.”
She looked at the bed and lost all her ability to breathe.
“Yes, pet, tonight we’re going to present you as our pet. We are going to show you of as the little kitten you are,” he said, smirking.
The outfit Dylan had laid out for her on the bed was…well, to say she was shocked was an understatement. There on the bed lay a full black Lycra bodysuit that would cover her from ankle to wrist. There was also a thick leather collar, the thickest she’d ever seen. Because of its size, it would keep her neck almost straight, and she would hardly be able to look down. It might even be difficult to turn her head in it. There was also a headband that sported two little ears. They looked like cat ears. But what sealed the shock of the outfit was the tail. It was thin and covered with some fake fur material. Worst of all, the only way to attach it to her body was with a butt plug. A vision flashed in her brain of her on all fours crawling around the club all night. She wasn’t stupid enough to not realize she would be crawling and acting like a cat. All night she would have a butt plug in her ass that everyone would see. Well, not exactly see. They most likely would think it was attached to the bodysuit.
Anyway, what if they did know? It wasn’t like there weren’t other subs walking around naked with dildos or butt plugs hanging out of their bodies. A naughty thrill rushed through her body at the thought of wearing the tail now. It wasn’t that she wanted to be a cat, but the thought of wearing the kitten outfit and being free to act like a sexy kitten thrilled her. The thought of not having to deal with any social niceties and of having her Masters patting and playing with her was so exciting she could feel the wetness on her thighs. Thank god the bodysuit had a Velcro crotch. Feeling it, she was thankful it was fully lined inside with overlapping soft cotton so it wouldn’t rub on her pussy. Even when Dylan and Mathew wanted to dress her up as a sexy submissive kitten, they still wanted to take care of her comfort.
She dropped the towel and began the struggle of getting into the bodysuit. It had a zipper up the front, and after a huge effort, she was able to wriggle herself into it. After she had finished fixing her hair and putting her ears on, both Dylan and Mathew walked up to her. “My pet, let’s get your collar, mittens, and shoes on. Then Mathew will insert your tail.” She shivered in pleasure. The mittens were exactly that. She had only her thumbs free. All her other fingers were tightly pulled together by the gloves. She was now unable to use her hands. She wouldn’t be able to drink or feed herself or even open a door. The gloves went up to her elbows, so she couldn’t even remove them. Dylan then lifted her feet one at a time into soft leather high-heeled boots. She was now thankful for the thin Lycra of the suit, as it actually allowed her body to breathe. If this had been latex or a leather outfit, it would have been like a sauna. Dylan then picked up the collar from the bed and gently fastened it around her neck, making sure it was comfortable for her.
“Pet, bend over,” Mathew commanded.
She bent over the bed carefully on her heels. Her hands hit the mattress, and again she realized how vulnerable she was. In this outfit, her hands were basically useless. She watched over her shoulder as Mathew lubed up the butt plug. The smile on his face was so smug and excited. Dylan opened the Velcro at the crotch of the suit and gently stroked his fingers against her slit.
“Well, well, little pet, look how wet you are. Is our little kitten horny?”
He continued to rub her pussy and circle her clit until she moaned in pleasure.
“What a slutty little pussy,” he said quietly.
She moaned again, feeling every bit the slutty little pussy. She wanted them to fuck her and take the edge off before they went to the club. She jolted from the cold chill as the lubed tip of the plug touched her ass.
“Little sub, relax that beautiful ass of yours,” Mathew drawled.
Taking a deep breath to relax and allow the plug to breach the tight muscles of her ass, she moaned in pleasure as he finally seated it deep inside her. Dylan was playing with her clit all the while, and so she wiggled, trying to make harder contact with his hand. She loved the feeling of all those extra nerves being played with, and she pushed herself back in a silent plea for them to fuck her.
Mathew slapped her on the ass. “Now, now, slutty little pussy. You’ll only get fucked when your Masters want you to be fucked. But feel free to beg. I love watching you being a slutty kitty.”
* * * *
Mathew at first wasn’t sure about Dylan’s idea to dress Mia up as a kitten. It seemed maybe a little childish. But fuck, she looked so hot, and she played the part so well. The memory of her crawling around on the lead and rubbing herself against their legs, swishing her tail, and even pawing at their crotches in her kitten way of begging for cock, nearly blew his brains out. He wouldn’t want to live like that twenty-four-seven. But to play with a sexy kitten every now and again was the idea of a true genius. He had to hand it to Dylan. He certainly was the Master in more ways than one.
They walked into the club, him holding the leash to Peter, who was walking submissively behind him. Peter was wearing only a pair of Lycra shorts that showed his package while still covering him. His chest was oiled and looking great. Dylan held the leash to Mia, the sex kitten, who crawled along next to him. He knew they looked impressive as a family walking into the club. He watched the faces of many of their friends. He loved seeing the envy on the faces of the other Doms at their beautiful little kitten. When Peter saw Mia in the outfit, he asked Master if he could draw whiskers on her. Dylan, of course, agreed, and the change was complete. She looked cute and sexy as hell all in one.
“Well, what do we have here?”
Both he and Dylan smiled at the question from Craig.
“This is our little pet. We decided to show everyone just how much of a cute little pet she is. As this is such a special occasion,” Dylan replied
“That she is. I’m very impressed, Masters,” Craig said with a grin.
“So how is tonight going? Have the celebrations begun?”
“No, you’ve arrived right on time. You’ll be seated with Mistress Karen, Master Scott, Master Adam, and their relevant subs. Okay, gentlemen. I must leave you to ensure everything is ready before the event begins.”
After Craig left them, Mathew looked down toward Mia, who was knocking at his leg to get his attention.
“May I ask a question, Master?”
“Yes, little kitten.”
“What’s the celebration tonight?”
“Tonight is the collaring ceremony between Master David and his new sub, Helen. They have decided to make their relationship official and permanent.”
“So this is a wedding?”
“No, kitten, it’s a collaring. They may decide to make it legally recognized in the vanilla world by marrying. But a permanent collaring is far more binding and important in our world than a marriage license.”
“I see,” she said thoughtfully.
He knew she didn’t really. But after watching the ceremony, she would.
They found their seats easily as Mistress Karen stood out like a beacon in the sea of people. Peter sat on a cushion next to him, and Mia on one next to Dylan. The feeling of peace at being a fully-fledged Dom once again made him so happy that he couldn’t help but
turn to Dylan and give him a brief kiss. For a moment, he thought Dylan might be upset with him.
“Heady, isn’t it. Having our little slave and sub at our feet.”
“Yes. Yes, it is.”
* * * *
Dylan stood back and watched as his family rejoiced in their new play scene. After the collaring ceremony, they had all felt the emotion at the love and devotion shown. They needed to express their own, but being in the club, they were limited. Not wanting to waste Mia’s outfit and role play, he ordered them to the dungeon. Now their sexy little kitten was licking and sucking on his slave boy’s cock as he was strapped to the St. Andrew’s Cross and was being flogged by Mathew. God it was a lovely scene. His boy spread naked on display. His little pet dressed up and acting out the slutty little kitten he had fantasized about. She was alternately licking and purring on Peter’s cock. Mathew was letting his inner Dom free and was reveling in the role.
“Remember, you are not to come, boy.” He knew it was cruel, but what kind of Dom would he be if he didn’t have ultimate control of the scene?
Peter groaned from both the flogging and having his cock sucked. Dylan could tell by the look on Peter’s face that he was about to come. He didn’t want to punish his boy too much tonight. They needed to bond as a family. “Pet, stop and come to me.” He smiled at her immediate response to his command. Her additional training was coming on well. Of course, he didn’t want her to be a slave. But these slave-training techniques trained a submissive to be in the right headspace when needed. He had thought of training her to the flogger and maybe a good cropping as well. Although, he didn’t feel comfortable introducing her to serious pain. She had shown no disposition to it. He was shaken from his thoughts as pet rubbed herself against his leg. “My beautiful pet,” he said and then rubbed her head, patting her hair loving her sensual nature. “Submit, pet.” As she lowered her chest to the floor and raised her ass in the air, he was again reminded of her tail. Considering whether to remove it or not, he opted to keep it in. It would make her pussy just that much snugger. He lent down and pulled the Velcro flap open. Hearing her gasp, he wondered whether it was right to use her in public. They hadn’t actually discussed whether this would be a limit or not. His pulsing, aching cock made up his mind. He knelt behind her displayed assets and rubbed his weeping cock against her dripping pussy.
“Are you a good pet, kitten?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Beg.”
“Please, Master, fuck your kitten. Please, Master, pet needs your cock.”
Any thoughts about whether he was wrong to take her in public just became moot. He rammed his cock balls-deep in the swollen, wet pussy of his pet, and focused on not blowing his load right away. God she felt so tight, so wet, and so silky smooth. He began thrusting harder and harder. He grabbed hold of her hips to steady himself. He watched as Mathew removed Peter from the cross and dragged him over to them and positioned Peter at Mia’s head. He looked into Mathew’s eyes and saw what he wanted. “Pet, suck on Peter’s cock.”
He stopped thrusting, allowing Mia to rise onto her hands, moving her head over to Peter’s crotch. He had to move them both forward a little to allow her to take Peter deep into her mouth.
“Slave, widen your legs,” Mathew commanded as he was lubing his cock behind Peter. He pulled Peter’s ass cheeks apart and lowered himself on his haunches behind Peter. He couldn’t see his cock enter Peter’s ass, but he saw the moment in Peter’s face. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to start thrusting into his pet’s pussy again. His thrust pushed Mia’s mouth down onto Peter’s cock even deeper. And Mathew’s thrusts into Peter pushed them back, much like a tug-of-war rope pull as their chain of pleasure went on. He heard some murmuring around him and turned to see a sea of people admiring their display. He knew just by the size of his family that he must have some exhibitionist traits although he had never experienced it just like this. He gloried in the appreciation for his family and the sight they made. His slave, his sub, and his pet, they were all his to command as he wished. As one, they all found their pleasure, screaming, moaning, and growling in an eruption of cum. Life was good. Life was very, very good.
Chapter Twenty-One
Peter hurried into Dylan’s office. He’d been working on this for the past month and had finally achieved his goal, and he couldn’t hold in his excitement.
“Whew, Peter, my boy, where’s the fire?”
He cringed as he heard Mia’s sudden intake of breath. Even thought it was three months since her apartment building had burned down, it was still a sore point for her. It most like would be for the rest of her life. He supposed someone never really got over losing everything they owned all those treasured mementoes of their past. How could people be so stupid and ruin the lives of so many others? The final report had been released. It turned out the property owner had not upgraded the apartment building to the latest fire safety codes. A careless tenant had lit dozens of candles the night before for a romantic dinner. Some of the larger ones had been still alight when they had left for work, and well, the rest was history.
Still, not even those thoughts would stop him from this happiness. “Guess who made target and above?” he cheered louder than he meant.
He watched as Dylan turned and made a call. “Mathew, can you come into my office for a second.” They all stood in silence while they waited.
“What can I—hey, what’s going on? Did I miss a party or something?” Mathew said as he opened the door.
“No, it seems that our Peter has met and exceeded his target.”
“Is that true?” Mathew asked.
“Yes, Masters,” he said, placing the reports on Dylan’s desk. “I’ve also e-mailed you both copies, of course.” Dylan picked up the reports, looking them over. Peter couldn’t hold in his nervous energy. He was so excited. He looked at Mia and smiled. She returned his smile as they waited for the verdict.
“Well, it all looks good to me. Congratulations, Peter. You’re the first to win the new company rewards system,” Dylan said with a smile of praise for him.
He wanted to roar with pride at his win and preen at the praise from his Master.
“Mia, my dear, you’ll be Peter’s slave for twenty-four hours, starting tomorrow morning. Given that it’s a Saturday, he’ll have plenty of time to enjoy his reward.”
“Yes, Master,” Mia said with a shy smile.
Dylan then turned to face him. “You, my boy, can do anything you want with your slave. However, and I know I don’t really need to remind you of this, you will not hurt or damage your slave. Love her, use her, and play as you will, but treat her with the kindness and care that I do.”
“Of course, Master, and thank you.” As he turned to leave Dylan’s office, Mia grabbed him by the arm to stop him. He was frightened that she might disagree or ask him not to do it. Even now he still had insecurities about whether Mia would accept him on his own.
“Congratulations, Peter,” she said with a big grin.
She then leaned over and gave him a hug and a sweet, gentle kiss. He wrapped his arms round her and squeezed her back, and he felt her lips at his ear. I look forward to our time together,” she whispered. “Then she pulled back and winked. He felt alive. She was happy, and his Masters were happy. There was no better feeling for a slave than a pleased Master and everyone else around him happy.
He walked out of Dylan’s office and back toward his own, running through his plans for what he was going to do with Mia. He wasn’t a Dom. It just wasn’t in him, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun.
* * * *
Mai opened her eyes to see Peter staring down at her. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, slave.”
She didn’t know how to respond. She loved Peter, but he just wasn’t dominant to her.
“So, are you ready for our day?” he asked like an excited puppy.
He looked so excited it actually broke her heart. “Yes…”
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p; “It’s okay, Mia. We both know I’m not a Dom. So we’re going to spend today as lovers. But! I get to plan all activities,” he said, looking a little sheepish at her.
Feeling relieved it was all out in the open, she was now excited. “Great, what are we going to do?”
“Firstly, we’re going to have breakfast at my favorite coffee shop.”
“Mmm, sounds good.”
“Then we’re going to the growers market. I have booked us in for a cooking demonstration. This will then be followed by lunch at the mall. We’re getting facials and our hair styled and then doing some clothes shopping. If we feel like it, we’ll see a movie as well. Then we’ll have a candlelit dinner and a sensual bubble bath and massage.”
“Oh my God…you’ve just become my hero. That sounds like a wonderful day, full of treats.” She couldn’t believe he’d thought of all that. She leaned over and kissed him.
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