Kitten slipped out of the comfy PJs that Master had agreed to her wearing because she was cold, adjusted her collar and wandered into the living room where Sir was channel surfing. She knelt quietly beside his chair, waiting to be spoken to or otherwise acknowledged, which he did, petting her gently. “Did you need or want something my Dearest?”
“Sir, will you come to bed and play with Kitten?”
Michael did move or make any motion to respond to the invitation from the naked woman kneeling beside him. He simply smiled and closed his eyes, picturing the things he could do to her. His hand idly stroked her hair as he pondered these things. Kitten’s Master urged her to her feet with a light tug on her hair and pulled her down to him for a kiss. “Not now Kitten, but later perhaps”, he finally answered her with a naughty smile. Kitten nodded quietly trying to accept his words. It was always hard for her to be told no, even if there was a chance of that no becoming a yes. “Now then, back to your studies.” “Yes, Sir.”
Kitten walked back to the study where she put her PJs back on and opened the book she was reading for her English Lit course. Having decided to go back to college in her early 30s had been hard, but Michael had encouraged his pet to do so and helped keep her on track with her studies. She tried to focus on her book, but couldn’t help feeling a sense of rejection from Sir. Soon her eyes were swimming with unshed tears. She struggled to blink them back and keep reading, but the effort seemed monumental. Kitten grabbed a tissue and wiped her eyes, blew her nose, and resolved to be a good girl and study until Sir came to (hopefully) play with her.
Michael heard his girl blow her nose and figured that she had been crying a bit because she felt rejected and he knew it was something she struggled with, but she had to learn that she couldn’t always have her way at the exact moment she wanted it. Later tonight though, he would certainly be happy to give his girl what she needed and craved. He even began to plan just what he would do to her.
Another hour passed and he hadn’t heard a peep from Kitten and figured she had to be intensely focused on her studies. So now came the dilemma for him, did he interrupt her or let her be, no matter how badly he wanted to cuff her up ad do wonderful things to her. After a bit, the idea of putting her in cuffs became to much of a distraction and he got up to check on her. He found her mid-stretch and taking a brief break from things. Perfect timing. “Kitten, come with me.”
He turned and left the room without waiting for a response and Kitten stood, hurriedly discarding her pajamas, and followed immediately, up the stairway that led to their bedroom. She stepped into the room and dropped lightly to her knees. “What can do for you Sir?” He smiled at her approvingly and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “You’ve been a good girl tonight, no fussing when I told you ‘No’ earlier and spending the time studying like you were supposed to be doing, so now it’s time for a treat.” Michael reached for the soft suede lined leather cuffs and quickly had her wrists cuffed at the small of her back, then he helped her to stand and cuffed her ankles as well. He kissed her, none too gently, and felt her lean into him, lean into his power and control; he felt her submission.
Using the wrist cuffs he propelled her over to the bed, where he sat on the edge and then hauled her bodily over his knee. She squealed with delight at being manhandled so and then took a deep breath as she felt her ankles suddenly clipped together; this was going to be a very intense spanking and this would keep her from accidentally kicking her feet.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The first five hits were gentle, a warm up if you will, but she wouldn’t be getting off so lightly, not Sir’s Kitten. He hit her again harder this time for another series of five. Her ass was already starting to turn a nice shade of pink, but he wanted to see it bright red and perhaps make her cry from the intensity of it all, to let her release some of the tension she had been holding all night, waiting to see if he would, in fact, come play with her. The solid blows came faster and harder and Kitten mewled and cried out and wiggled against him. Between the spanking and her struggling against him, his cock grew hard and she could feel it through his jeans. It only made her squirm all the more and grind herself against his leg as he spanked her.
A final good solid ‘THWACK!’ and he could feel his girl shudder violently underneath him, not just in tears, but in an orgasm that left her shaking. Before she had quite recovered, he slid two fingers into her wet pussy and began fingering her slowly, keeping her on the edge of that second orgasm for a long moment then drew away completely with a small laugh at her soft cry of apparent despair. “Good girl,” her murmured and pulled her to a standing position then walked around behind her, admiring the deep red hand prints that covered her pretty ass. He traced the outline of the most prominent of the hand prints and watched her shudder from the sensation. “What shall I do to you next, Kitten?” She gasped, still trying to recover from her spanking and dared to look at him. “Anything you wish Sir.” Michael laughed softly, loving how pliant his girl was when he treated her properly. “Anything she tells me…hmm.” And he smiled deviously.
“On the bed Kitten,” as he busied himself for a moment rummaging through the toy box and came back with their favorite lube, the magic wand, and her favorite plug. Seeing that made Kitten wiggle in anticipation of his plans and she quietly adjusted so he could fill her ass. He laughed and swatted her again savoring the squeak of surprise when his hand connected with her reddened skin. She wiggled again, almost like she was daring him to keep spanking her. So he sat down the lube and the toys, grabbed the wooden paddle and took it to his Kitten with another half dozen loud pops. She whimpered and danced under the steady rain of blows. Michael set the paddle aside and caressed her ass again, this time pinching gently at the marks she wore. “Behave,” he growled and picked up the lube and plug.
Kitten felt the cool touch of his lube covered fingers against her asshole, took a deep breath, and let herself relax as he slipped his fingers inside of her. She arched her back, pressing her ass against his fingers and shivered when she felt them withdraw, only to be replaced by the plug. Gently Michael worked it inside of her, fucking her slowly; he grabbed the magic wand, turned it on low, and pressed it against her. She bit her lip, her entire body beginning to rock back and forth in time with his motions. A soft moan escaped her throat and she wanted to come for him; they both knew it, and they both knew she wouldn’t until he said yes. He let the plug slip all the way into Kitten’s ass so the base was nestled against her and wiped the excess lube on a nearby towel. “On your back Kitten.”
She rolled over and her hips bucked as she felt the plug press deeper into her ass. Her eyes were silently pleading with him as she squirmed on the bed both from the plug and the wand vibrator. “Oh, not yet little girl. I’m gonna fuck you with that plug in and you’re gonna hold this vibrator against you while I fuck you. Then maybe you can come for me.” Michael undressed and climbed into the bed with her, leaning down and kissing her hard and deep; as he did so he guided his cock into her wet pussy and buried himself balls deep. They both moaned, the sounds muffled by their kiss, and he moved his hips against hers. She rose to meet him, still holding the magic wand, her ass still full, and her body still waiting for that perfect moment. She wanted him, wanted to feel him, wanted to be his. He fucked her slowly, teasing her, then he’d give a small series of harder thrusts before returning to that slow taunting gentleness that tortured them both. He wanted to just let go and fuck her til she screamed for him and soon he would.
Michael reached between them and turned the vibrator up to its higher setting and leaned in to kiss his Kitten again. “In just a moment, when I tell you to, I want to feel you come all over my cock while I fuck you. Understand?” Kitten’s eyes widened slightly and she nodded while answering “Yes.” at the same time. She moved beneath him almost helpless to do anything else at this point in time. She just wanted to be a good girl and followed by that was her need to come. Her writhing increased and another moan escaped her lips. “Please…” her voice trailed off and she closed her eyes waiting, hoping to hear that order. Michael gave a fierce grin, drew his cock nearly all the way out of his submissive wife’s pussy and slammed it back inside of her. “Now, Kitten, now!” and she came for him, her hips rocking, body twitching, her voice a high pitching wail of pleasure. She stared up at him transfixed as her orgasm rolled through her and he never stopped fucking her, driving her as high as he could, forcing the orgasm to prolong itself.
He took the wand from her limp fingers and tossed it aside, slid himself out of her body and helped her turn over. Kitten murmured something semi-intelligible that sounded like a thank you as she moved the way he made her and he smiled. “Up Kitten. Come on.” She obeyed slowly, her body still relaxed from the massive orgasm that Michael had forced from her.and jumped when he slapped her ass again. That got her attention back on him where he wanted it and he pulled her down to his cock, moaning as she engulfed him with her mouth. “Mmmmm, good. You’re gonna blow me while you have that plug in your ass until I come and you’re gonna take it all like the good girl you are. Isn’t that right, Kitten.” She rolled her green eyes up to look at him, her pretty mouth still wrapped around his dick and she nodded best she could as she sucked him slowly, enjoying the taste of them together. He fisted his fingers into her hair and moved her head a bit faster and moaned as she followed his guidance. “It won’t take long Kitten. You’re suck a good cocksucker for Sir.” She purred with delight at the praise and redoubled her effort, using her tongue to swirl the tip of him and then sucking hard on the way down, the way she knew he liked.
Kitten was in control now, because he allowed it, and she worked his cock slowly, gently then faster and harder before falling back to a slower rhythm. Her tongue traced the veiny texture, tasting him and worshiping him, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder and then released him with a slight popping sound. She licked her way from his balls all the way along the length of his dick, treating it like an ice cream cone that only she got to enjoy. Michael’s hips bucked against her face hard and she using that opportunity to relax and let his cock slide deep as it would go into her mouth, almost but not quite deep throating him and as she relaxed her took over fucking her face, slowly, steadily, going deeper until she was taking him into her throat. He watched the muscles move and groaned at the sight before he slowly eased off so she could breathe and resume sucking and licking and nibbling at his cock in her mouth. He watched her through narrowed eyes, his breathing growing harder as he fought not to come, not yet. But when she sucked down hard twice more, a third time, he was crying out her name and pouring a hot load of come into her mouth. She tried to swallow as much as she could, bu it was dripping from the corner of her mouth just a little as she pulled herself off his dick, slowly, trying to catch every last bit.
Michael looked down at her as she swallowed and smiled. “I love you.”