Grooming Kitty: A BDSM Romance (7 page)

“I understand, Kitty. You just do not know your own body very well. You do not understand what you really need. But I can show you and, once I do, you will have control. Once you learn to control your body you will tap into unimaginable pleasures.”

“Thank you, sir. Thank you for being understanding.” It was so easy now to say what he wanted to her—she wanted to say it. She wanted him pleased with her.

“Stay there for a moment,” he ordered and a moment later she felt soothing, cooling lotion being rubbed all over her ass. Katherine was so grateful she wanted to hug and kiss him, but instead she just stayed in position because that was what she was told to do. When he came close to her lips, she whimpered and tried pushing her pussy at him, but he ignored it. When he was done slicking her ass, Mr. Gardner told her to stand and face him.

Katherine, so stiff from holding the awkward position for so long, moved as quickly as she could, hoping to please her master. For the first time she really thought of him as her Master. He stroked her cheek and gazed at her lovingly while he pulled the band out of her hair so her raven locks tumbled to her shoulders. She knew it must look a mess. He pulled on one of her pouty lips with his thumb and smiled.

“You really are strikingly beautiful, Kitty.”

“Thank you, sir,” she replied, with
Master
on the tip of her tongue.

“Now I am going to teach you a lesson for coming without permission, but it will not be the painful kind. I am simply going to teach you about controlling your body. In this case,
I
will control it. Sit back in the chair, Kitty.”

Katherine sat and the hard wood hurt her sore cheeks. As she expected, Master used the cuffs at her wrists and ankles to secure her in the chair. The wide leather cuffs were lined and did not hurt and would not leave marks, but Katherine could not pull free as she instinctively tested them. With her ankles cuffed her legs were spread open once again and she still was not comfortable being so totally exposed. Last time she was restrained she was bent over, partially hidden, but now Master could see everything and do as he pleased with her. Being frightened and excited at the same time was such a rush.

“Now be patient, Kitty,” he said, tilting her face up and brushing her lips with his. It was the lightest of kisses, but it was electrifying and she tried chasing him as he withdrew.

“How are you doing, my pet?” Master asked his wife, turning to her.

“God…Master…” she stammered. Her fight to maintain control was etched into every taut line in her beautiful body. Just the tip of the vibrator remained inside her and only the sticky juices on her thighs could be holding it in place.

“You’ve done well. Would you like to come?”  He took the remote from his pocket and the vibrator buzzed louder as he turned it up.

Tara’s chest heaved with a cry, lifting the chain hanging from her nipples, and she had to bend her legs to keep the vibrator from slipping away, which lifted her boots from the floor. She groaned when her extended arms took all her weight and the bar holding her turned slowly on its cord. Master corrected her turn so Katherine could still see her and then took a hold of the vibrator and shoved it roughly into her cunt. Holding the base, he fucked her rapidly with it and Tara screamed as she bent her legs even higher as if trying to curl into a ball as she climaxed with wild abandon. Master even tugged the chain connecting her nipples and she screamed louder.

Master pulled the vibrator out of her and switched it off. She lowered her feet and stood on the floor with a sigh of relief. When he presented her with the toy she licked it from tip to base, careful not to miss a spot as she cleaned it with her tongue. It felt so wrong watching her lick the toy, but Katherine was engrossed. Did Tara like the way she tasted? Katherine had never tasted herself, so it just seemed weird to her. She also wondered if she could even do that if Master asked her to. She almost thought she would rather take the punishment.

Master released Tara and she toppled into his arms. The couple hugged each other briefly and then she stood straight, with perfect posture. Her heels clicked on the stone tile as she walked around to stand behind Katherine's chair, the chain between her nipples swaying with every step. Now the couple’s attention was fully back on her.

From behind, Mrs. Gardner pulled her hair back, while Master sat on a wooden stool between her splayed legs. It was comforting to have her hair stroked while Master so brazenly examined her. He softly cupped her breast and Katherine gasped and tried pulling away.

“Relax,” Master instructed.

“Your hands are cold,” Katherine complained.

“Is that all?”

“I feel so vulnerable. It scares me.”

“That’s the point. I can take what I want, Kitty.”

“But…” she began, but her words were lost in a soft moan when he grazed a swollen nipple with his fingers. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the chair. His touch was so gentle and again she marveled at how he seemed to have such intimate knowledge of how her body worked. Her breasts quickly warmed his hands and he cupped them both, lightly massaging, while “accidentally” grazing her dark, puffy nipples over and over. Katherine pulled against her restraints, but only because she wanted to touch him. She needed to respond to him. Being helpless was so frustrating! Blood flowed to her tender nipples, puffing them further as he teased each of them in turn, lightly flicking with his thumb. Katherine's breaths came in gasps and whimpers tumbled from her trembling lower lip.

“You’re so quiet, honey,” Tara cooed in her ear. “You need to let it all out.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Gardner,” Katherine moaned.

“Remember, call me Tara, or I will ask for permission to punish you myself.”

“Yes, Tara,” she answered. Katherine couldn’t imagine being disciplined by another woman. Tara could never wield the kind of power her husband did.

“My pet is right, Kitty. You must let your emotions out. If you need to scream when you climax you should let it out.”

Katherine never really thought about it, but she was always quiet with guys. Of course none of them made her feel the way her master did, but even when they made her feel good she never raised her voice above a quiet cry or a breathy moan. A lot of the time, like in the basement, or with kids upstairs, there was the fear of getting caught, but even in the backseat of a car Katherine was quiet while fooling around. She didn’t think all women screamed like the ones in porn videos. Maybe that just wasn’t her.

Katherine did gasp when Master lightly tugged on one of her swollen nipples. It
almost
hurt, but not like when a boy got too rough. This wasn’t clumsy, but deliberate. He lovingly massaged her breast while tugging her nipple and being on that knife’s edge of pleasure and pain was exhilarating. It blocked everything thing else out. Her moan shifted to a cry when he pinched harder, but she still did not want him to stop, because it was much a delicious contrast when the hand gently massaging her breast. She struggled forward, but the restraints kept her trapped in place. She licked her dry lips and couldn’t believe how horny she was already after just having such a powerful orgasm.

“I can see you like having your tits played with.”

“Yes, sir,” Katherine moaned. That word—
tits
—was so dirty. She never used it. “Very much.”

“Your tits really are quite lovely, Kitty. They’re perfect. You’re going to have to start dressing to show off what a sexy body you have.”

She was uncomfortable with the idea, but if that was what her master wanted she had a feeling she would be doing it.

Master cupped both her breasts, holding them forward and then leaned in and kissed each of her nipples, starting with quick pecks before he took his time on each side. Katherine gasped and quaked. He worked her nipples with his tongue, while continuing to pinch and pull the one not in his mouth, and sucked harder and harder, drawing her nipple away from her tit—this was dirty so she should think of it that way—until finally catching it in his teeth. She cried out, in both pleasure and pain, and pulled hard against her restraints. Katherine so wanted to be free. The real torture was having to sit there and just react. The feeling was so intense that she was relieved when Master released her nipple, but then he just moved onto the other one, teasing her into a frenzy all over again.

Katherine tried to catch her breath when Master kicked the stool back away from her. She knew she couldn’t take that kind of torture for long without begging for release and she did not want to beg. She was still ashamed of breaking down so easily last time. Asking her master for something was one thing, but desperately begging was quite another and she was only willing to play this game of his as long as she could keep that last shred of her dignity. Of course it was hard to have dignity when there was a big wet stain on the wood between her splayed thighs and her lips down there were glistening and distended. She wondered if Master would be fucking her today and was surprised by how much she wanted that.

When Master returned he was holding an obscenely large object in his hand, which trailed a power cord.
What on earth is he planning on doing with that?
she wondered. It was a foot long and all white, with a long handle and a huge, blunt head capping it. Just seeing the thing stuck fear in Katherine.

“I’m going to use this to show you how easily your body can be controlled. It’s called the Magic Wand.”

“What are you going to do with it?” Katherine asked apprehensively. She thought about Master sliding that other vibrator inside Tara and knew there was no way this thing was getting inside her.

“You’ll see. I promise you’ll love it,” Tara whispered into her ear.

Master switched it on and the thing was loud! It buzzed mightily, but he didn’t seem to have any trouble controlling it. Katherine pulled hard against her restraints, futilely trying to escape. Master seemed to enjoy seeing that and smiled. She shook her head, but couldn’t look away as he brought that mechanical monster between her legs. Katherine thought she could feel it before it even touched her.

“No, please,” she whimpered. He touched it to her cunt and Katherine went taut from head to toe, her whimpers turning to deep, throaty moans. She didn’t even have words for how the Magic Wand felt between her legs. It not only made her whole pussy shake all at once, it seemed to vibrate right up her spine and shake her body. When he pushed it more firmly against her, Katherine even felt the vibrations in her tender, distended nipples. It was such an immersive experience that she just stared ahead, eyes glazed. Her toes curled, her fingers grasped the chair and the leather restraints creaked from the stain of holding her in place. In just seconds her body ramped up to an intense orgasm, but as she was gasping for air, Master took the Wand away and she slumped in the chair.

“Ohhhh, God,” she moaned. As soon as the vibrations left her body Katherine wanted them back, more than anything. Her climax was right there! She hung her head and hair fell all around her face. She could not look her master in the eye.

Master repeated it, this time pressing the Wand harder against her cunt and spreading her labia open. The fat, buzzing head made contact with her clit and Katherine cried out, trying to get away. It was almost too much, but then she was a nanosecond away from orgasm when he pulled it away.

“Oh please, sir,” she panted, chest heaving. It wasn’t just her pussy throbbing anymore. Her entire body throbbed, craving release. Master truly was a genius to have her so close to the edge without pushing her over. How could he know that exact moment? She thought she hated and loved him in that moment. Only a sadist would make her feel like that, but deny her the ultimate pleasure.

“Please, what, Kitty?” Master asked innocently.

“Please…” Even she wasn’t sure if she was asking him to stop or to keep going. She thought her heart might explode if he did much more.

“I can stop if that’s what you’d like. I will let you go, Kitty.”

“No! Please no. I need…”

“Okay, we’ll keep going until you can tell me what you need. Pet, please play with her tits. I think Kitty needs more stimulation.”

That was the last thing she needed! Master brought the Wand to her pussy once again while Tara reached down and massaged her breasts, long nails plucking at her nipples. It was so weird to let another woman touch her so intimately. If Katherine was thinking straight she would have told her to stop, but the second the Wand touched her, her brain short-circuited. Master mashed it into her pussy, spread her labia and working it in massaging circles. The fat head stimulated her cunt everywhere at once, in all the most sensitive spots. Meanwhile, Tara was expertly manipulating her nipples. Katherine shook uncontrollably and her orgasm was on her so fast that she didn’t think there was any possible way Master could pull the Wand away in time, but he did, leaving her disoriented.

Katherine didn’t have any trouble with expressing herself anymore. She screamed in frustration and thrashed against her restraints, even painfully banging her head on the back of the chair. She would have stamped her feet if they were not restrained.

“Tell me what you need. If you ask nicely you I will give it to you, Kitty.”

“You know what I need. Give it to me!” she shouted. She never knew sexual frustration could be so maddening.

“You have to ask. And watch your tone with me,” Master said. As if to make his point for him, Tara pinched her nipples roughly, but Katherine didn’t care. He could paddle her all night if that’s what he wished, just as long as he made her – no,
let her
– come now.