Grooming Kitty: A BDSM Romance (12 page)

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.”

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.

“Give me the bra, too,” her master ordered.

Katherine just stared at him. She couldn’t have heard him correctly.

“Do you need to be punished again?” he asked.

“I’d suggest you comply, or we’re never going to get out of here, Kitty,” Tara said. “You have beautiful tits—so young and firm—you really don’t need to wear a bra anyway.”

But
almost left her lips, but Katherine knew better. If Master bent her over the desk again she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week. She reached back and unhooked her bra through her top and maneuvered it so she could slip it out through her short sleeve. Master took the lacy undergarment, folded it neatly, and placed it on his desk.

“I wasn’t planning on taking your bra, Kitty, but you need to learn to listen,” he said.

The sharp points of her nipples were plain through her top and she knew her being braless would not be a secret from anyone. Her tight, thin top was about the worst shirt she could have worn to be braless. Katherine could be careful about bending over and no one would know she wasn’t wearing panties, but everyone she saw would know she was out without her bra. Only girls who wanted to show off their breasts—
tits,
she needed to call them by the proper name when she was being wanton like this—went out dressed like this. And Katherine had not been raised to be that kind of girl. God, what if it she ran into someone she knew! Katherine had no idea where Tara was taking her. There were a lot of people she could run into at the mall. Katherine was apprehensive about their little shopping trip now, but she couldn't just run home. She knew there was no choice but to tough it out.

"We should get going," Tara said.

Their first stop was indeed the mall and Katherine was careful when she climbed down from the high SUV. There was nothing she could do about her top, but she could try to hide her lack of panties. As she walked, she felt the perky bounce of her tits and felt that her nipples had only grown harder from being so exposed.

They had lunch at the food court first, where Tara chose a small, round table on the end that gave Katherine nowhere to hide. Katherine's long, tanned legs looked fabulous, but she was constantly tugging her skirt down. She usually only wore this skirt in the winter—with black tights under it—so she really couldn’t be exposed. A table full of teen aged boys kept glancing their way and they looked like they couldn’t decide whether to stare at her tits or look up her skirt. They were probably wondering what color panties she wore, she thought ruefully. Katherine did her best to ignore them, but couldn't help looking their way every time she shifted in the uncomfortable chair and felt the little skirt ride higher.

"Is something the matter?" Tara asked with a smirk.

"No, nothing," Katherine lied. Tara clearly enjoyed her discomfort.

"I know these seats aren't very comfortable. Maybe you'd be more comfortable with your legs crossed."

"It's okay. I'm good." Katherine sipped her soda and her eyes darted to the guys at the other table once again. There were three of them and they were whispering and giggling to each other as they openly ogled her.

"Really, I think you should."

Tara was not asking, Katherine realized, and since her master sent her out with his wife, she assumed she was to follow Tara's instructions as if they were his. She forced herself not to look at the boys as she pushed her chair back and crossed her legs. The skirt rode up her thighs and she felt a cool breeze on her hot pussy. She was still damp from her earlier encounter with her master. If only he had let her come! Katherine was bright red, while Tara looked very pleased with herself. While angry with Tara for making her expose herself like that, she also felt a thrill at flashing those boys. She couldn't quite explain the feeling as she had never been the type to get off on showing off her body. But then she remembered how hot the sex was in the backseat of that car outside of the club—where anyone walking past could see her. The Gardners taught Katherine something new about herself every day she spend with them.

The boys stayed at their table until Katherine and Tara finished lunch and since they'd already seen her charms, Katherine threw caution to the wind stood up without a care about her skirt. Her legs spread, giving anyone who cared a perfect view of her red cunt, she turned her ass to the guys when she bent forward to fix her skirt, figuring they could almost see the bottoms of her cheeks. Tara took her by the arm and said, "Now let's have some real fun and spend Patrick's money."

Tara took her to some of the stores she usually shopped in with friends, like Forever 21 and Charlotte Russe. They had some things Katherine liked, but really she was more of a Gap or Delia's kind of girl. She saw some things she liked, but Tara was selecting the things she would be trying on, as she knew what her husband would like. Katherine couldn't believe the outfits Tara chose for her. The tops were all low cut and revealing and she had to assume her master liked halters since that was mostly what Tara selected for her, along with some tube tops and fitted blouses that clung tightly to her chest. Tara also selected several skirts to go with the tops, and of course none of them reached lower than mid-thigh. As she tried on each outfit, Katherine had to parade out and model for Tara, who adjusted some of the outfits and then gave them the thumbs up or thumbs down. Katherine wasn’t even comfortable wearing the outfits in the store for a few moments, so she couldn't imagine wearing the out in public, but Tara purchased the outfits she approved, regardless of Katherine’s comfort.