by Aria Adams
“Yes, Master.”
His hand gripped the back of my neck, squeezing, just like before, as his thrusts sped up.
“Come, now, kitten,” he breathed. I felt his hot seed as it exploded inside me, and as his hand tightened around my neck, I shattered, screaming, while my pussy contracted in fast bursts around his huge, hard cock. His shaft forced me open, and the shower of tingles felt so much more satisfying than any of the other times I’d orgasmed. I arched my spine, grinding back against him and pulling at the metal that held me in place.
It seemed to go on forever, but when it was over, I was completely breathless. My heart was pounding, my face was far too hot, and I was completely exhausted.
Chapter 7
Kitty
He released my neck and pulled out of me, leaving me on the table, restrained, while his cum dripped out of my pussy and onto the examination table. I heard the bathroom door open. Water running.
He returned a short while later and unfastened me, then he scooped me up into his arms and carried me into the bathroom. Almost reverently, he placed me on the floor under the shower, which was already on. My back leaned on the cool tiles. Warm water trickled down onto my body and I began to cry as the languid, relaxed state faded away and my emotions rushed in, trying to analyze and think about what just happened. For some reason, being in here, hearing the water and feeling it against my skin, I felt abandoned deep inside my heart. It was difficult to explain, even to myself, because my master was standing right there.
The worst part was, I felt ashamed for crying in front of him. Ungrateful, after everything he had done.
I was very surprised when he sat down right beside me and put his arm around me.
“It’s all right, pet. You are safe, here. I am with you.” It might have been the kindest words he ever spoke to me.
“I don’t know why I feel like this,” I sniffled. “There’s literally nothing wrong with me, Master.”
“I know, Kitty. I know.” He wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me close. “Felynes often get sub-drop faster than other humanoid sub-species. You crest on the highs, higher than anyone else, but you plummet to much more profound lows. Sometimes, it will not happen. Other times, it will be like this.”
“It feels like the rain is inside me, not just bouncing off my skin,” I said. He’d explained before that the shower was designed to mimic a rainstorm, with its three-foot-diameter shower head and big fat droplets of water. I’d never seen a rainy day, having lived my whole life in captivity, but I’d been in this shower enough times to understand the general idea.
“The rain will clear,” he said, “and it will make way for the sunshine again. But the planet needs rain to nourish its soil, and you need sorrow to nourish your soul. Without it, you would become a compassionless, empty vessel only interested in selfish pleasure. We all need rain in our hearts sometimes.”
“Master? What makes you sad?” I asked, knowing straight away I was definitely overstepping.
“For the longest time, kitten, I was alone. I met many beautiful women who wanted my power, and I realized that they imagined they might become my equal. No one on the planet is my equal, because I am Alpha. I will not be controlled by anyone. So I decided I would only fuck slaves. I like women who can submit, not because I want them to be lesser than me, but because they don’t have an agenda. Slaves do not manipulate a strong master.”
One of his hands moved upwards, stroking my head where the back of my ears were. I leaned into his touch and the sadness in my heart was soothed a little.
“I didn’t want to take just any slave as my own. For several years, I played with other people’s slaves at parties, noting what I liked, what I didn’t, and I realized my perfect slave didn’t seem to exist. My tastes were dark, but not as dark as some people’s. The pet I owned had to want my darkness. None of the slaves I’d played with—sex slaves, pets, littles... I tried them all—were quite right. I knew I wanted a kitten, and I wanted you to be completely untrained, so I could teach you exactly what I wanted, without having to undo years of someone else’s conditioning. Many masters with my tastes like their slaves to fear them. I want you to want it. Everything I give you. So I am training you carefully, to accept pain, to climax deeply from it. To entangle it with pleasure.”
He sighed, and the strength of his past loneliness seemed to permeate the room while he held me and petted me in the artificial rain.
“When Bertrand brought you home, I finally had hope that I didn’t need to be alone in life any longer. I know, it’s crazy that I’m even telling you this—I know you can’t truly understand any of it, beyond what you’re trained to do—but I suppose bipeds have gotten pet kitties for thousands of years because of loneliness. Kittens are truly amazing creatures. You love with all your heart and ask for so little in return. Unlike puppies, you don’t burden your master with too much affection. You are perfect.”
I wanted to say so much. I wanted to tell him I did understand, but perhaps I only thought I did. I wanted to tell him I felt lonely when he wasn’t here, but my pride stopped me. I wished I could explain to him what it felt like to be completely owned and controlled every time he came to see me, but I didn’t have the words for it.
So instead, I asked a question.
“Why do you squeeze the back of my neck when I come, Master?”
His fingers paused in the fur between my ears for a second. “You noticed.”
“Yes, Master.”
“It’s one of the ways I’m training you. It’s called Pavlovian conditioning, but I know that will be meaningless to you.”
He was right, I had no idea what that meant. He didn’t explain further, which only made me more curious, but I supposed that was normal. After all, kitties were very curious creatures. Felynes loved to ask questions and go where we shouldn’t. As far as I understood it, that was why the bipeds had taken us all out of the wild on our planet and kept us all in big farms until we could be sold as pets. We weren’t responsible enough to live independently, and kitties depended on the protection of bipeds. I wasn’t sure what they protected us from, but that just showed they were doing a great job of keeping us safe.
We fell into silence and I listened to the pitter patter of the rain landing on the floor of the shower room.
“Let’s finish cleaning you up. Then I’m going to put you to bed.”
He got to his feet and reached for some body wash. He squirted it liberally on my back and rubbed it all over me before the water rinsed it away. I used to hate showers, before I had an owner who liked to wash me himself.
He cleaned his own body, and once he was done, he turned off the water. I had another moment of uncertainty; another worry that he was going to abandon me, but he returned straight away with two large fluffy towels. After he had wrapped me in one tightly, he used the other to dry his body quickly, before he picked me up and carried me back to the training room. He re-shaped the examination table with the press of a few buttons, and soon it was a wide, low sleeping space, contoured for comfort.
We lay together. I was still wrapped in the towel and he never let me go, all night. I couldn’t find the words to tell him how much I appreciated the fact that he stayed with me and held me through the night.
In the morning, he slipped out of the bed quietly and I was alone again. I curled up under the giant-sized towel and went back to sleep for a few hours, but it wasn’t the same without him.
There was a perpetual distance between us—a separation that reminded me of my place. I wasn’t sure he’d ever share his deepest thoughts and feelings with me, at least, not with the expectation that I’d understand. When he’d been talking to me, in the shower, I’d felt like he was just thinking out loud. I might have been his diary, or his toaster, from the way he hadn’t expected me to reply in any meaningful way.
It made me wonder. Were bipeds more complicated than I would ever understand, or did they only think their pets were less intelligent? It made se
nse, in a way, since they had built roads, skyscrapers, spaceships to visit other planets, magical examination tables that reshaped themselves... and they had enslaved the rest of the galaxy, as far as I knew. His way of life and his way of thinking were completely alien to me, and sometimes it felt like he was speaking a different language. Could we ever truly connect, when we were so different?
Kitty
As my training continued, I worked hard at ensuring I didn’t anger my master. Given the things he did to me when I wasn’t in trouble, I didn’t want to find out what a punishment would be like. I don’t know how long I’d been living in the room where I was trained, but I’d guess it was a couple weeks, when my master entered one day holding a box.
“Your initial training is almost complete, Kitty, and you are going to prove you’re ready to be collared.”
My eyes went to the box he held, but my ears stuck on the fact he had said initial training. It implied there was more training to come.
“I intend to collar you, very soon. There is one more thing you need to do. Climb onto the examination table.”
I obeyed and waited while he raised it from floor level. The restraints clicked around my limbs, which I innately put in the right place. I didn’t like being shackled with metal, but I had learned it didn’t matter what I wanted; my master would never be controlled by my preferences.
His fingers touched the plug in my ass, and I inhaled through my nose, but otherwise I remained motionless.
“This plug is almost the same size as my cock. You are ready to be stretched a little more today.” He tugged on the base and my ring of muscle was stretched as the plug slid out. He cast it aside. His fingers caressed my ass and I sensed a reverence from him, which was probably for the act rather than for me.
He didn’t need to say it aloud; I already knew he was about to take my ass for the first time.
Chapter 8
Kitty
The now-familiar coldness of liquid lubricant made my ass clench for a second.
“The best way to enjoy this is to relax; let me inside you.” His words centered me even if they couldn’t completely remove my fears. I remembered what it had been like when the last plug had been forced deep inside me. It had burned and ached, until it had faded away into nothing. I had to have faith that my body would adjust to his cock in just the same way.
There was no time to worry, now, because the wide head of his cock pressed mercilessly against my entrance. Unlike the plugs I’d worn, his cock didn’t narrow to a thin point, so my ass was forced open wider than it had ever been before. I pushed jets of air out of my mouth in an attempt to blow away the pain but eventually I had to breathe in again, and my ass burned anew.
“Just a little wider,” he coaxed. I scrunched up my eyes. This felt far too wide, let alone anything more. He kept up the firm pressure and I breathed faster and faster, sure he was going to do some terrible injury to me, until a sharp swat on my right butt cheek made me gasp in surprise.
“Stop panicking. This is happening and your only job is to let me in.” His voice was firm, where a moment ago he had almost sounded kind. Instantly, I was reminded of my place. His pet. My wants and needs were irrelevant. My pain and suffering wouldn’t change what he did to me.
He pushed in further and I thought I was going to split open when, all of a sudden he was sliding in, his flared head was past the tortured ring of muscle and it closed around the slightly narrower shaft. This was still further than I’d ever been stretched, taking him deeper was going to be a challenge. Except, I didn’t exactly have to do anything, so did this count as hard work? I was bound and motionless on the examination table, being filled by his giant cock for as long as he chose. Was it a challenge, or an ordeal to suffer through?
I hadn’t really gotten to the end of that thought before he pushed in deeper. I had a vague idea that the tunnel inside my ass went on for a long time, but his cock was twice as deep as the last butt plug I’d worn, and new parts of me, which had never been opened up before, were forced to yield to his steel shaft.
His hands were either side of my ass; I wasn’t sure if he was steadying me or holding me in place for his comfort. When his lower abs touched my butt cheeks, and the hair at the base of his cock brushed against my sensitive anal opening, his hands gripped me tighter.
“I’m going to fuck you, now, pet. Your ass has been trained to take me, but you’re still so tight. This will definitely hurt you more than me, because it doesn’t hurt me at all.” He slid out and I almost dared to hope he might have decided this was enough of an object lesson, but he slammed back into me, deeply, and I groaned involuntarily. It was like being hit in the ass with a table.
He settled into a punishing pace of hard thrusts, his hands holding my hips so tightly that I barely needed to make any effort to brace myself against him or balance; he was positioning me and moving me exactly how he wanted. I could have been a mindless sex doll or piece of meat for all the difference it would make.
I bit back a sob as the pain radiated in tendrils out from my ass, digging into the base of my spine and down the back of my legs.
“You’re almost there, pet.”
I didn’t understand. Almost where? I wasn’t even doing anything. But as his cock continued pounding into my ass, something strange began to happen. The pain didn’t fade away. It was still there. But somehow, a mask of a different sensation covered it up. Slowly, the sharp bites that made me scared to move were transformed into intensely arousing glimmers of heat, coiling in my core and extending through the rest of my body. If I concentrated, I could find the pain, and it was as bad as ever, but when I let my mind shift its attention, I found myself tumbling into a delicate nest of swirling sensation. My clit throbbed in time with my pulse and my breathing slowed and grew heavier.
I gave in and submitted to him.
My ass seemed less stretched, and his cock glided in more easily. The movement ignited the nerve endings in my ass and made me writhe with pleasure. It seemed weird that my ass, which wasn’t designed for this, was so much more sensitive and responsive than my pussy.
He reached under me and pressed a button. The tongue gel—as I thought of it—suddenly covered my pussy and sent ripples of sensation through my clit. Combined with the feeling in my ass, it was too much for me to take.
“You’re about to come,” my master said. I had no idea how, but he almost always knew. I moaned with deep longing, and my body tensed as it prepared to climax.
“Don’t come.” His words sat in the air for a few seconds before I realized he was telling me to control my orgasm.
“How, Master?”
“Push it down. Hold onto it.”
I concentrated hard and tried to do as he said, but it was so hard with my ass already constantly tingling around his cock and my clit being relentlessly massaged by the tongue gel.
“Please, I can’t, Master!” My voice was strained, and I grew frantic as I worried about disobeying him when I was trying so hard to do as he had asked.
“You will.” His voice was cold and steely. The threat in his tone dampened my need to come and I found some tiny amount of control. However, he increased his pace, and the tongue gel worked my clit faster, too, making it increasingly difficult to hold back. He reached out and grabbed the back of my neck, his fingers creating a pressure that made it impossible to forget he owned me.
“Come, Kitty,” he breathed, and I did. Dimly, I heard him finding his own pleasure, and I felt the streams of hot cum shooting deep inside my guts, marking me as his.
Afterwards, I thought he would release me and return to his work, as he often did. Instead, he slid out of me and walked away, retrieving the box he’d brought with him.
“These are for you. A sign that I own you.” He opened them to show me. A collar, and a plug with a tail on the end. The tail made me teary and I looked away.
“You don’t like them?” He sounded surprised.
“I’m sorry, Master. The tail...
it reminded me of my real tail, which was taken before I came here.”
“This will be your new tail.”
It seemed like a poor substitute for a living, moving tail with fur growing on it. I didn’t want to anger him, but at the same time, I couldn’t accept the new tail with gratitude. It was just a dead insertion that would forever taunt and remind me that I used to have a real tail.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I whispered again, feeling ashamed of myself for resenting his gift.
He sighed.
“You will feel differently in a moment.”
My ass was already well-lubricated and stretched from the fucking he’d just given me, so when he pressed the thin tip of the plug against my entrance, it slid in easily and found its place inside me. I screamed as a slight tingling sensation sparked in my ring of nerve-filled muscle, but it passed quickly.
“It’s connecting to your nervous system,” my master said.
“Why, Master?” I didn’t understand.
“This is no ordinary tail. It’s bionic. You can control its movement, and it has sensation.”
I shook my head. If this was really true... but could it work like a real tail?
“Try it. Try moving it.”
I flicked my tail the way I always used to. Nothing happened. I looked over my shoulder, tears of betrayal in my eyes as I found my master’s face. Was this all a joke, to him? The expression on his face was inscrutable, but he moved around until he stood in front of me, and he covered my restrained paws with his hands.
“It won’t be exactly the same as how you used to move your tail. It can’t be. It’s not in the same place. Move it from your ass, not from your tail stump.”
I took a deep breath and got ready to do it again. I concentrated hard, but I couldn’t get my mind to wrap around the new concept so easily.
“You’re blocking yourself from succeeding.” My master’s voice was gentle. There was no anger or judgement. “Close your eyes for a moment and focus your attention on the plug.”