With glazed eyes I watched Master pull down his sleeves over bulging arms. The width of his muscled back rippled under the white shirt and I remembered how I had run my hand over it as I messaged the oil into and over his back. My fingers curled around the showerhead and I felt flush all over. His butt tightened as he shifted and pulled on his jacket and my breath caught in my throat.
I started to reach for him as my eyes rested on Kitten kneeling there on the floor, the chastity front plate cutting into her lily-white skin. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. She looked up at me, her bottom lip trembling and gave me a weak smile.
Master motioned to Kitten with a snap of his fingers. She rocked back on her heels, grimacing a little as she rose. He placed his hand on the small of her back and directed her out the door, saying, "Now listen carefully, Kitten. This is what I want you to do when Baby reaches the dungeon. First, I want you…"
As the door closing behind them with a click, I felt all the energy leave my body. Darn, I had done it again, from one punishment to another. Master had let me slide on the touching of Kitten in the kitchen but the pleasuring of one's self without permission he would not allow. We had been over this before; it was one of the first things he had insisted upon. Such an easy task really; why was it so hard to follow?
With growing anxiety I stepped out of the shower, pondering what he would have Kitten do to me. He was creative in my punishments. I wrapped the towel around me and began to dry off.
Recalling the last time I was sent to the dungeon, a shiver went up my spine. Master had left me tied over the horse in the middle of the room after bringing me to the edge, with instructions to Kitten she was to keep my lips throbbing but not to let me come. Kitten had used the feather, dragging it over my pulsating heat every time my legs started to relax. I immediately tensed, my lips throbbed again and I started to moan, only to have her pull the feather away and I cried out in frustration.
I felt the moisture gathering between my legs as I left the bathroom and headed for the stairs leading to the dungeon. I started down the cold block steps, my left-hand trailing over the rough rock wall. Down they spiraled, a votive hanging every so often above my head giving off just enough light to see the next step. My nipples hardened the moment I left the steamy warm bathroom and were getting harder as I descended. All I heard was the pounding of my heart in my ears as I went down the steps. My feet padded slowly down the cold flagstone. I reached the alcove at the bottom of the steps and in front of me was a thick hewed wooden door with iron hinges and a big iron ring handle.
Cooler air and soft music rush to meet me as I eased open the door. The room was ablaze in candlelight and, there, kneeling in the middle, was Kitten. She rocked back and stood with all the grace of a gazelle, her heat still covered by the gold plate, but her stance had changed from the one in the bathroom. Her eyes held a glint. No longer were they the eyes of the submissive kitten. "Kneel where you are, Baby, and take position." I dropped to the floor and placed my hands behind my neck as Kitten approached me.
She reached down and cupped my right breast in her small hand, lifting it as if to weigh. Her thumb brushed over the extended nipple sending tiny bits of sensation through my breast. I looked up into her eyes and watched as her pupils dilated and a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "You know you've been bad, Baby. I think you do it on purpose."
"No, I…"
"Shh, Master knows better, Baby. You just can’t help yourself, can you? Master gets us started and then our sub conscience takes over. Well, he decided you need a little reminder you're not to do for yourself, and he directed me to help you in this. Hmm, where to begin?"
The whole time she had been talking her thumb circled my nipple and I had leaned into it, and when she dropped my breast I had to catch myself so I wouldn't fall over. "Hold position, Baby." I regained my balance and straightened.
She turned away from me as if to scan the room. I too looked around, nothing had changed since the last time I was here and my body shook with fear. The horse was still in the middle of the room with the cuffs on the legs. The top drawer to the chest was open. I bit my bottom lip. I knew you kept all the clips and weights in there. She headed for it and my heart skipped a beat. Kitten must have been rummaging through it earlier because she reached right in and pulled something out.
She turned and moved her hand behind her back so I couldn't see what it was. "Baby, I want you to crawl to me, bend at the waist and drag your breast on the floor. Do not release your hands from behind your neck." I started to move as she snapped at me. "Now, Baby, not later, get your ass over here." Moving as fast as I could, I crossed the floor. The cold stones bit into my knees and played havoc on my senses as my nipples bumped across it.
I reached her and was about to rise when I felt her hand on the back of my head. "Stay down, Baby." She pushed me down till my breast pressed full against the floor, raising my ass further in the air. She released my head, moved behind me and bent over my ass. Her hand rubbed over my left cheek and down in between my legs. I could feel the moisture rushing to meet her fingers as she touched me there. A low moan escaped as she removed her hand.
Then both hands were on me, pulling at my swollen lips. A cold clip was snapped on one, then the other and I cried out as the weight attached to them dropped and dangled freely. Kitten brushed her fingers over the clamped flesh as she rose. "That should keep you focused for a while." She gave me a quick slap on both cheeks.
"Now, let’s see. Yes, I think you should kneel up, Baby. Spread those knees wider as you do, but do not under any circumstances let that weight touch the ground. If you do, I'll be forced to get out the viper."
I did as I was told and watched as she returned to the drawer. Reaching in she again pulled something out and held it behind her. She moved to stand in front of me and my eyes were again drawn to the little gold plate covering her mound.
Master enjoyed hiding Kitten's pretty white mound from her. She, like me had been caught one too many times pleasuring herself. The last time Master had warned us both he would cover her for a week.
She cupped my left breast and started twirling the nipple between her fingers. I looked up as she lowered to brush her lips over mine. "Oh what fun we're going to have this night baby. It's been a very full day don’t you think? Let’s see if I can remember all that Master said to me."
Of course Kitten remembered every word Master said to her verbatim. She never forgot anything he said. From the first, Master knew Kitten remembered all. She had come to us one warm summer’s night.
Thinking back on it brought a smile to my face. Master had just finished a project for one of his clients. I served him his after dinner drink when the doorbell rang. I looked out the peephole into empty space; Master came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and nibbled the back of my neck. "So what do you see out there, Baby?" he asked as he opened the door.
There on the porch was a big wicker basket with a huge pink bow on it. A pink blanket covered the interior, hiding something that was beginning to move. I jump back into Master and he let out a deep laugh. "Easy now. Baby. It's a present from Stan."
Stan was the client Master had just finished up the contract with. Master had spent eight weeks working on a dungeon for the illusive man. I had yet to meet him and now he had sent Master something in a basket that moved. Without uncovering the contents of the basket Master dragged it into the house.
There was a card attached to the front and Master pulled it off. He opened it, laughed and began to read it allowed:
Thanks for a job well done. I know the hours of pleasure I'll receive from all your hard work will be well worth the time and effort you put into my dungeon. Attached please find the papers for the slave kitten. Enjoy her to your heart's content. She's a switch so I know you'll find lots of uses for her. Give my regards to Baby; hope to meet her soon.
Yours,
Stan
As Master read the closing, he pulled back the covers. An exquisite blonde rose from the basket. Her steel blue eyes searched both Master and me before a small smile crossed her lips.
SWAT went Kitten's hand as it contacted with my upturned rear flinging me back to the present. Groaning with the sudden pain and the loss of pleasant musings I nearly broke position. As it was, I shifted ever so slightly. She swatted again across my other cheek. I felt the heat radiating through my backside and down my legs. "Baby, are you with me now?" Kitten asked. I was only able to let out a low moan in reply.
My body trembling with desire. With each smack of Kitten's hand on my expose ass I clenched and the weights started to swing, tugging and pulling at my swollen lips. Nerve endings all over my body danced to the rhythmic spanking Kitten was applying to my ass. My breathing became shallow and faster. Kitten continued to spank me in her slow easy fashion, never varying the speed or intensity, yet sparks of pleasure were exploding in my arms and legs with each impact of her hand.
I felt myself beginning to slip away when a sudden cool breath of air crossed my wet heat. The spanking had stopped and it was totally quiet. Nothing moved. What had I missed while focusing on the intense pleasure Kitten invoked in my body? I wanted to rise up and look for Kitten, but I knew if I did, I'd be chastised for it, so I remained in position. The weights had slowed their movement but they continued to tug on my lips and I felt the cool stones on my nipples.
Goose bumps were beginning to cover my arms when I heard Master's voice from behind me. "Here are the girls, Stan. As you can see, I have put Kitten to good use." A heated blush immediately covered my body and I started to rise.
"Don’t even think about it, Baby," came Master's voice, "you are in enough trouble as it is." Totally embarrassed and at a loss as to how to extract myself from the situation, I remained in position, thankful that my hair covered my extremely red face. "Kitten, go kneel in the corner. I want Stan to meet Baby properly." As Master said this, I felt his hand stroke my right cheek.
Already dripping with moisture, a low deep moan escaped my lips as another rush of pleasure coursed through my body. Master continued to caress my ass, "Stan, this is Baby. She's being punished for touching herself without permission. Although I'm not sure if she is, at this point, seeing it as punishment."
Chuckling, Master smacked my rear once and I felt him move his hand down my legs and pick up the weights.
"Very nice to meet you, Baby," said Stan. "So spankings haven't worked? I see Kitten has been misbehaving, too." Groaning to myself as I remembered that kitten had the chastity belt on, I wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it. Kitten's and my actions were causing embarrassment to Master. I never thought of it in those terms before. I mean, what was a little touchy-feely? It hurt no one and it felt so good. But here it was slapping me in the face. I had misbehaved and Master was being brought to the carpet for it.
"Neglect, Stan, pure and simple, I've been so busy with all the new clients you've sent my way, I've been neglecting my girls. Well, the last one finished yesterday and I'm not taking anymore till spring. I'll these two whipped back into shape in no time." With that, Master dropped the weights and they pulled hard on my lips. Groaning this time aloud only brought a chuckle from both Stan and Master.