(This is part of a book I am writing on submission. I fully understand some of you will be offended, but reverse the role. What if the kitten was male? Could you do it)

Master decided that friends of his would spend some time tonight doing a little kitten training. When I think of that, the first thing that comes to mind is the tv show My Cat From Hell. I can only imagine what would happen if the host stopped by for some obedience training. I didn’t let Master know that I giggled over this. His humor is more black and white, well, with me, at least.

Before he sent me away for the evening, a collar adorned my neck along with a new leash. It was not the kind of collar that signified anything other than I am a Kitten, but it brought tears to my eyes. I felt the love of this man the moment he tightened the buckle around my neck and handed the leash to the woman. The female laced the leash in her fingers, pointed to the ground, and let it be known that I was not worthy of walking on two legs. On my hands and knees across the grass, not stopping until we reached the cottage door. Even then, I was not to stand. Some would call this act humiliating, and in many ways, it is, but the life of a kitten is the life of devotion.

If you can imagine the sounds that come from a cat with a full belly of milk, that was me the moment the leash tightened around my throat. A female showing dominance is a beautiful sight for a woman like me. Though I am not the kind who could ever wrap my delicate fingers around the leather, I do appreciate those that can. A quick yank to my neck brought my head back and my eyes on the most beautiful creature. Lovely raven hair, eyes, the ocean’s color, and her flawless alabaster skin almost put me into a trance. That was when I realized I would do anything in the world to please this beautiful woman. Her happiness would be the primary concern.

As the female leaned down, her crimson pout brushed lightly over my own. Was I worthy? Does it matter? She wasn’t kissing me, though, to the novice, they might assume. Her red lipstick now smeared across my lips. She was claiming what she owned, well, at least for the remainder of her stay.

“My husband needs something that I will not provide for him. Tonight, you will be the receptacle for his cum. You will not enjoy this, and if you do, I will inform your Master of your disobedience,” she said.

A simple nod of my head was all that she needed to know I understand and follow directions.

As the female walked away, she patted her side for me to follow. Slowly, I pranced across the floor, stopping as she poured herself a glass of chilled wine. Sitting on the side of the bed, she patted the corner of the firm mattress. I slithered in. My torso would lay across the mattress and my ass high in the air. I knew what they wanted. Master explained that already, but I can’t lie. Anal sex is the one act that scares me the most.

Chills moved up and down my spine when the woman placed her glass in the center of my back. Reaching down, she slowly slid my panties down to my knees. My ass is now exposed for her husband to see. I’m not a mind reader, but I was sure he was already hard.

“Do not move a muscle. If this glass spills, so shall your tears. Do you understand me?” she asked.

Once again, a simple nod of my head. She did not need me to explain with words. My motion was apparent enough.

Dipping her fingers in the glass, she pulled the dripping digits out and allowed the fluid to dribble down the crack of my ass, pooling in the entrance. It took all I had not to shake, but her threats reminded me of who and what I am.

With a hand on either side of my ass, she pulled my cheeks apart for her husband to view. I admit this was the point that I pushed my head into the bed and clamped my teeth on the thick bed covering. I’ve never endured anal sex, and this was indeed not how I expected my first time to go.

The female left the glass on my back, her hands pulling me apart, and her husband pressing the massive mushroom head against my tiniest opening. Without any lube other than the trickle of wine, he pushed in slowly—neither of us wanting the wine to spill.

Tears rolling down my face, I cried from the pain of his entrance into my ass. I’m not sure if it would hurt more if it were harder or slower. Either one, the searing pain the tore through my body was euphoric. A sickness inside of me feels that the pain inflicted is the reward for a job well done. I am not sure that this matters for me, but I think I am a terrible little kitten for not begging him to stop for a brief second. My pain endurance is higher than most.

With a soft stroke to my hair, the woman never spoke a word, but I assume this was her version of praise. His cock took no time in exploding inside of my ass. The moment he pulled back, his wife pushed my ass cheeks closed.

“Stay still, Kitten. Hold the walls closed, and do not spill a drop. My husband is taking me to dinner, and we expect you to be where we left you upon our return. You’ve done well for your first time. I will bring you a kitty bag when we return,” she said.

I am a good girl and follow directions, but the desire to be disobedient just once is strong. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I remain the favorite.

Love and scratches,

Kitten

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He traced his fingers over her soul, her heart pleading for relief. The ache inside of her core ravishing her with tiny carvings of their memories into her velvet walls. She pleaded for mercy, but he would never allow the heat to dim, knowing the more she needs, the deeper she falls. A finger to beacon, the kitten will always follow, her lips parched for another drink of his sweet cream. Come little kitten, don’t fear the unknown. A collar is what you seek, and a pet is what I desire. One little taste is all you will ever need.

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Disclaimer: A story of Kitten and her Master. This is not about me, but erotic all the same. Enjoy.

I have this dream that last night developed into something so intense I ripped the sheets off my bed. Not getting properly laid in a year is driving me to the brink of insanity. I know the man I am dreaming of, but I won’t say his name out loud. I can’t. He tastes like arsenic every time I even think of him. There is something so forbidden inside of me I can’t even fathom letting another man touch me. Not when I know, even without a touch, I know that no one could ever satisfy my needs again.

“Don’t you fucking dare come into my dream again tonight,” I warned. As my hand pulled the corner of the sheets tight, I smoothed out the linen to a flawless surface. Clean sheets are a little kink of mine. Sleeping naked feels incredible when the bed is freshly made. Pink with the tiniest of dots, everything about my bed screams female. Why not? I allow no one into my bedroom. It’s the one place where I feel the most at home.

The lights off, I opened the veranda doors to a gust of ocean air, sending chills up and down my spine. “Fuck,” whimpering, the kiss of salt now coating my lips. There is no place in the world that I love more than the beach. I guess you can say I am a fish out of water and need to stay close to home. My eyes stayed on the beach as my hands moved to remove the long white t-shirt I slipped on after a bath. Up and off, the view from the beach would give anyone a shock, but sadly, there was no one out. Yes, I am sorta an exhibitionist at heart. I left the doors open wide before slipping between the comforter and the sheets. Most people would call this a touch of insanity, but I called it hopeful. I guess there is a part of me that believes he will find his way in and show me what a little slut I really am. The other part of me fears his appearance. I’m not sure why, but there is something so mysterious about this man.

Eyes closing, the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore, in the distance the songs migrating whales are finding their way home. There is a place where the mind lives when you’re almost asleep. A twilight state that allows everything you ever denied creeping in and scratches the back of your brain.

A weight shift on the bed, the side closest to the open door indenting. The scent of his cigarettes filling the room, the one he held in his hand freshly lit. Hitting the cancer stick, his blue hues filling with amusement. He smiled from his eyes more than his mouth. As the tip glowed the hottest shade of red, he rolled it slightly over the bare thigh that lured him in. His lips curl as the flesh heats, forcing a slight moan.

“Wake up little, Kitten,” he growled.

Soft moans. I knew he was there. My entire body was heating from the touch of that coffin nail that he perched between his lips.

“Stop,” I lied. I called him in my dreams, so asking him to stop was a complete and utter lie. Wanting more, not less. I wanted him to push that cigarette into my flesh and force the screams to rip from my throat. God, what is wrong with me?

“Beg me to stop,” he laughed, the same cigarette now resting on my left ass cheek.

“No! I don’t beg anyone,” I snapped. Whimpering at the cherry tip that heated my flesh. I swear I could almost smell my skin branding from the warmth.

Laughter filled the small room, the windows shaking from the force. He knew better than that. She would drop to her knees and beg him if he demanded it, but knowing she was denying herself amused him even more. Maybe it was her age or lack of proper training, but if he fucked her, she would know better next time. Snuffing the cigarette out, his hand moved up the center of her back, knotting in the glowing strands of her blond hair. The way the moon seeped through the open door cast a small halo around her head. She was no angel. Ripping her head back, forcing the slender curve of her neck to arch, his laughter was short-lived.

“Liar. You don’t beg me to stop because you want to feel it all, don’t you?” whispering, his teeth grabbing the shell of her ear. “Liars go to hell, Kitten,” adding.

“Stop it, I don’t like my hair pulled,” whining. Every fiber of my being ignited with want. I wanted him to fuck me more than I wanted air to breathe, but saying that wasn’t easy. I pride myself on being a strong female, so this was causing my stomach to knot. “Why the fuck are you doing this?” I asked.

Silence, the only sound in the room, his breaths. Laced with fine hairs, he held his fist tight. A ponytail of hair kept captive by his weather-beaten hands. “Beg me to fuck you,” he said again, this time his voice holding a hint of anger.

Screams inside of my head telling me to say no, but the only words that formed on my lips came out in rapid pants of want. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me,” I cried. God dammit, there it was. The truth always comes out in the end, even when you fight its appearance.

“See there, Kitten. Was that so hard?” he said. His voice filled with sarcasm. He knew the truth. Hell, he could smell the sweetness of her pussy when he wanted in the room.

“Roll over on your stomach and stretch your hands to the head of the bed. Hold it tight and do not release it. After that, stretch your legs until they hang from either side of the mattress,” he growled.

“Oh my god,” whimpering, I didn’t want to spread my legs. I knew I was soaked and as soon as I peeled my thighs apart, he would know as well. Feeding his ego is not what I want tonight. As my pulse quickened, I rolled to my stomach, reaching out and catching the fabric with the tips of my fingers. Next, my legs pushed apart to the sides of the bed, curling the arch of my feet around the ledge. “There, are you happy?” I snapped.

A sharp exhale and he moved to the open space between her legs. Looking down, her lips glistened with moisture. She was sopping wet. “Do not move at all. Do not twitch your body in any direction. If you do I will go back out the door I came in and you will never see me again. Do you understand?” he asked.

My chin resting on the bed, I whispered, “I understand.” God damn, what was he going to do to me? I’m not scared, but every sense in my body’s heightened and on a high stage of alert. I closed my eyes to allow my body to calm down and accept what he was going to do to me.

“Good, Kitten,” he growled. Leaning down, he brushed the stubble on his chin over her ass cheeks. Smirking with little prickles of lust formed on her skin. She was dying, and he knew at that moment the level of control he had over her. Breathing through his mouth to let blankets of warm air kiss her flesh, the anticipation of her moving delighted him. Would he leave if she did? You’re goddamn right he would. A woman needs to learn who is in control.

“Please,” I whispered.

Retracting his hand, he licked the palm before slapping her ass with full force. She needed to learn patience. As the outline of his hand formed on her fleshy cheek, he moved his chin down to brush back and forth over her swollen lips. The spike bristles of a few day’s growth just scratching the surface of her mound. A large calloused hand on each ass cheek, pulling her apart to view his entire meal. “Looks good enough to eat,” grunting, he buried his face in the middle of her ass. Sliding his tongue up and down her backside, he stopped when he found the small starfish opening to her asshole. A push against the rim. His hands tightened on her cheeks, indenting the skin with the molds of his fingers.

I blacked out the moment his tongue probed my ass. God damn, son of a bitch, I could cum from ass play alone. Most women lied and said they hated it, but I know I wanted it all. I will never turn down a punishing ass fuck. Slowly opening my mouth, I gripped the sheets with my teeth to silence the moans that threatened to spill from my lips. I didn’t want him to stop and took no chances.

As his rough chin rested against her lips, his tongue fucked her ass, each time pushing the tip into her core. A rough rake of his teeth over the outer rim. He wanted to devour every inch of this woman. Back and forth he shook his face, her pussy lips covered with invisible scars from his scruff. Resting his chin on the palm of his hand, he waited. His eyes on the slowly parting lips, he waited until a trickle of honey slipped from her pulsating cunt. A strike of his tongue with lightning speed, and the sugar was gone. Devoured like a snake taking a victim of his very own. It was the first time he tasted her cunt, but it wouldn’t be his last. The scent is an aphrodisiac, but the taste, pure addiction.

“Please fuck me,” I begged. Yes, I begged. He wanted me to beg him to touch me and I am no longer afraid to do that. An hour ago I would have laughed in his face, but right now, I would sell my soul to the Devil for one night with him.

“No!” he laughed, sliding from the bed. He stood at the edge, looking down. Go to sleep and you may not cum until I tell you so. Good night, Kitten,” he said, slipping out the way he came in.

I rolled to my back, shocked, as I watched the drapes blow in the wind. “Fuck you, goddamn you,” I cried, knowing sleep wouldn’t come for me tonight. He left me high and wanting another touch from him.

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Kitten roleplay will always be one of my favorite. I won’t even try to lie here. As dominate as I can be, there has always been a side of me that would love to bend for the right man. No, that’s not you, but you can always dream that it is. Below is a taste of seduction from a very dominate man. Enjoy my story.

“Open your mouth, dammit,” he said.

I shook my head from side to side. It wasn’t until he pinched my nose did I open wide. One, then two, and then another. What the hell was he trying to do? He pulled his fingers back, spitting on them before forcing them back in my mouth. What he did was what he called training for the perfect little Kitten. The tall, handsome man had eyes that penetrated the soul each time he looked my way, which he did often. He knew he was making me his puppet, and I let him teach me how to pleasure a cock using his fingers as the instrument of oral pleasure.

“Ah,” I moaned.

“Good little Kitten. I’m going to push deeper, do not gag, or I will start all over again. Do you understand?” he asked.

Nodding, I opened my mouth as wide as possible, his fingers pressing down on my tongue, stopping when he reached the back of my throat. It seemed like forever as he held the tips of his slender digits at the end of my throat. It was a test of my endurance, which I quickly failed. Gagging, the fluids building in my throat, I felt as though I would vomit. A quick slap to my cheek brought me back from the brink.

“We do not choke, gag, and if you vomit, you will regret that for the rest of your life,” he scolded.

As he lovingly stroked my cheek, his fingers moved once again, this time deeper into my mouth. I felt the struggle to choke but held back. I wanted to take his fingers as deep as possible, and though my breathing quickened, he ran out of fingers before I ran out of space.

“Such a good little kitten. Purr for Daddy,” he whispered.

I looked up at him, still with his fingers down my throat, and slowly vibrated my windpipe into a low and seductive purr. Immediately I could tell that he wished his cock was the training tool and not his fingers. I wanted it to, but I’m not yet worthy of having the real thing. For a man to offer a cock to a woman, he must first trust her, and second, she must be worthy of taking one. I am not, well, not yet.

His hand retracted, the saliva smeared across my cheeks, he bent down lovingly kissing my forehead.

“Kitten, you did well. Daddy left something in your bowl,” he grinned.

Once gone, I crawled to the little silver bowl in the corner of the room, licking the contents of the bowl, savoring every drop of my kitty treats.

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I have a little Kitten kink. Not the animal kind, but the Dominate Daddy kind. Yes, even a Goddess has secrets of her own.

I have this dream that last night developed into something so intense I ripped the sheets off my bed. Not getting properly laid in a while is driving me to the brink of insanity. I know the man I am dreaming of, but I won’t say his name out loud. I can’t. He tastes like arsenic every time I even think of him. There is something so forbidden inside of me I can’t even fathom letting another man touch me. Not when I know, even without a touch, I know that no one could ever satisfy my needs again.

“Don’t you fucking dare come into my dream again tonight,” I warned. As my hand pulled the corner of the sheets tight, I smoothed out the linen to a flawless surface. Clean sheets are a little kink of mine. Sleeping naked feels incredible when the bed is freshly made. Pink with the tiniest of dots, everything about my bed screams female. Why not? I allow no one into my bedroom. It’s the one place where I feel the most at home.

Even I have secret fantasies.

The lights off, I opened the veranda doors to a gust of ocean air, sending chills up and down my spine. “Fuck,” whimpering, the kiss of salt now coating my lips. There is no place in the world that I love more than the beach. I guess you can say I am a fish out of water and need to stay close to home. My eyes stayed on the beach as my hands moved to remove the long white t-shirt I slipped on after a bath. Up and off, the view from the beach would give anyone a shock, but sadly, there was no one out. Yes, I am sorta an exhibitionist at heart. I left the doors open wide before slipping between the comforter and the sheets. Most people would call this a touch of insanity, but I called it hopeful. I guess there is a part of me that believes he will find his way in and show me what a little slut I really am. The other part of me fears his appearance. I’m not sure why, but there is something so mysterious about this man.

Eyes closing, the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore, in the distance the songs migrating whales are finding their way home. There is a place where the mind lives when you’re almost asleep. A twilight state that allows everything you ever denied creeping in and scratches the back of your brain.

A weight shift on the bed, the side closest to the open door indenting. The scent of his cigarettes filling the room, the one he held in his hand freshly lit. Hitting the cancer stick, his blue hues filling with amusement. He smiled from his eyes more than his mouth. As the tip glowed the hottest shade of red, he rolled it slightly over the bare thigh that lured him in. His lips curl as the flesh heats, forcing a slight moan.

“Wake up little, Kitten,” he growled.

Soft moans. I knew he was there. My entire body heating from the touch of that coffin nail that he perched between his lips.

“Stop,” I lied. I called him in my dreams, so asking him to stop was a complete and utter lie. Wanting more, not less. I wanted him to push that cigarette into my flesh and force the screams to rip from my throat. God, what is wrong with me?

“Beg me to stop,” he laughed, the same cigarette now resting on my left ass cheek.

“No! I don’t beg anyone,” I snapped. Whimpering at the cherry tip that heated my flesh. I swear I could almost smell my skin branding from the warmth.

Laughter filled the small room, the windows shaking from the force. He knew better than that. She would drop to her knees and beg him if he demanded it, but knowing she was denying herself amused him even more. Maybe it was her age of lack of proper training, but if he fucked her, she would know better next time. Snuffing the cigarette out, his hand moved up the center of her back, knotting in the glowing strands of her blond hair. The way the moon seeped through the open door cast a small halo around her head. She was no angel. Ripping her head back, forcing the slender curve of her neck to arch, his laughter was short-lived.

“Liar. You don’t beg me to stop because you want to feel it all, don’t you?” whispering, his teeth grabbing the shell of her ear. “Liars go to hell, Kitten,” adding.

“Stop it, I don’t like my hair pulled,” whining. Every fiber of my being ignited with want. I wanted him to fuck me more than I wanted air to breathe, but saying that wasn’t easy. I pride myself on being a strong female, so this was causing my stomach to knot. “Why the fuck are you doing this?” I asked.

Silence, the only sound in the room, his breaths. Laced with fine hairs, he held his fist tight. A ponytail of hair kept captive by his weather-beaten hands. “Beg me to fuck you,” he said again, this time his voice holding a hint of anger.

Screams inside of my head telling me to say no, but the only words that formed on my lips came out in rapid pants of want. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me,” I cried. God dammit, there it was. The truth always comes out in the end, even when you fight its appearance.

“See there, Kitten. Was that so hard?” he said. His voice filled with sarcasm. He knew the truth. Hell, he could smell the sweetness of her pussy when he wanted in the room.

“Roll over on your stomach and stretch your hands to the head of the bed. Hold it tight and do not release it. After that, stretch your legs until they hang from either side of the mattress,” he growled.

“Oh my god,” whimpering, I didn’t want to spread my legs. I knew I was soaked and as soon as I peeled my thighs apart, he would know as well. Feeding his ego is not what I want tonight. As my pulse quickened, I rolled to my stomach, reaching out and catching the fabric with the tips of my fingers. Next, my legs pushed apart to the sides of the bed, curling the arch of my feet around the ledge. “There, are you happy?” I snapped.

A sharp exhale and he moved to the open space between her legs. Looking down, her lips glistened with moisture. She was sopping wet. “Do not move at all. Do not twitch your body in any direction. If you do I will go back out the door I came in and you will never see me again. Do you understand?” he asked.

My chin resting on the bed, I whispered, “I understand.” God damn, what was he going to do to me? I’m not scared, but every sense in my body’s heightened and on a high stage of alert. I closed my eyes to allow my body to calm down and accept what he was going to do to me.

“Good, Kitten,” he growled. Leaning down, he brushed the stubble on his chin over her ass cheeks. Smirking with little prickles of lust formed on her skin. She was dying, and he knew at that moment the level of control he had over her. Breathing through his mouth to let blankets of warm air kiss her flesh, the anticipation of her moving delighted him. Would he leave if she did? You’re goddamn right he would. A woman needs to learn who is in control.

“Please,” I whispered.

Retracting his hand, he licked the palm before slapping her ass with full force. She needed to learn patience. As the outline of his hand formed on her fleshy cheek, he moved his chin down to brush back and forth over her swollen lips. The spike bristles of a few day’s growth just scratching the surface of her mound. A large calloused hand on each ass cheek, pulling her apart to view his entire meal. “Looks good enough to eat,” grunting, he buried his face in the middle of her ass. Sliding his tongue up and down her backside, he stopped when he found the small starfish opening to her asshole. A push against the rim. His hands tightened on her cheeks, indenting the skin with the molds of his fingers.

I blacked out the moment his tongue probed my ass. God damn, son of a bitch, I could cum from ass play alone. Most women lied and said they hated it, but I know I wanted it all. I will never turn down a punishing ass fuck. Slowly opening my mouth, I gripped the sheets with my teeth to silence the moans that threatened to spill from my lips. I didn’t want him to stop and took no chances.

As his rough chin rested against her lips, his tongue fucked her ass, each time pushing the tip into her core. A rough rake of his teeth over the outer rim. He wanted to devour every inch of this woman. Back and forth he shook his face, her pussy lips covered with invisible scars from his scruff. Resting his chin on the palm of his hand, he waited. His eyes on the slowly parting lips, he waited until a trickle of honey slipped from her pulsating cunt. A strike of his tongue with lightning speed, and the sugar was gone. Devoured like a snake taking a victim of his very own. It was the first time he tasted her cunt, but it wouldn’t be his last. The scent is an aphrodisiac, but the taste, pure addiction.

“Please fuck me,” I begged. Yes, I begged. He wanted me to beg him to touch me and I am no longer afraid to do that. An hour ago I would have laughed in his face, but right now, I would sell my soul to the Devil for one night with him.

“No!” he laughed, sliding from the bed. He stood at the edge, looking down. Go to sleep and you may not cum until I tell you so. Good night, Kitten,” he said, slipping out the way he came in.

I rolled to my back, shocked, as I watched the drapes blow in the wind. “Fuck you, goddamn you,” I cried, knowing sleep wouldn’t come for me tonight. He left me high and wanting another touch from him.

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