Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) (18 page)

“Ow! Ow! I’m sorry!”

“I bet you are
now
! Do you think you can keep your mouth shut now, Miss Avery? Will you be a good, quiet, kitty now?”

“Yes, Sir. I will. I promise.”

“Keep your head down and your mouth shut while I put your tail in. I’ll remind you now that I warned you that the tail would hurt more when inserted into a very red bottom hole — and I’ll remind you again that this was your choice.”

The lube was cold on her bottom and Preston was right — just rubbing in the lube hurt. She would never learn to keep her mouth shut. His finger then penetrated her bottom, the muscles fighting the intimate intrusion, a moan escaping her lips.

“Bear down, Kitten. It’ll be easier if you don’t fight it. You’ve been through this before — this isn’t your first rodeo. Push back and let me get this tail into your bottom.”

Avery bore down and felt the plug pop into place. Preston walked out to the bathroom to clean, and she reached back to feel the tail. It was soft, and the tail hung down almost to her knees. She looked over her shoulder at it, at the pretty white tail protruding from her bottom. She wiggled her bottom, watching the tail swishing around her hips, and in the process realized that it also moved the plug pleasingly inside her. As she continued to sway her hips, she felt her juices gather between the lips of her sex.

Though the shame burned bright on her face, this was way more erotic than she ever thought it would be.

* * *

Preston walked out the bathroom to see Avery swaying her hips with her tail swinging and wrapping itself over each hip. To see her red bottom with the plug peeking out, her pussy juices glistening on her skin, was almost more than he could handle. His cock hardened at the pleasing view.

“Good God, Avery, that’s hot! Watching you sway that beautiful ass, swinging your kitty tail – well, I’m just… speechless.”

Preston quickly took his clothes off and sat in the rocking chair in front of Avery. “Come and see me, Kitty. No hands. You’re forbidden from using your hands. You’re only allowed to touch me with your body, or your tongue. If you use your hands, you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Avery crawled over on her hands and knees, Preston admiring the sway of her breasts as she moved.

When Avery got to the rug, he stroked her hair and back, running his hands over her ass, gently tugging on her tail. At the snap of his fingers, she reluctantly turned, murmuring as she hollowed her back, presenting her bottom to him. He smiled, seeing the way her sphincter muscles were milking the plug. He took up the soft end of the tail, stroking her pussy with it.

“Rub your ass on me, Avery. Come on, sweetie”

He pressed his thumb against her clit, kissing her back as she rubbed her bottom up and down his shin. Just watching the cleft of her bottom press against his leg was more than he could take. The yawning of her ass as she clenched and unclenched her cheeks, alternately arching and hollowing her back. Her breathing increased, her little embarrassed moans and sighs like a siren’s song to him. His body reacted to each sound she made, his cock knowing when she was ready for release. He had never been in sync with a woman like this; she was his yin, and he her yang. Her submission and enjoyment at being his kitten warmed him, her acceptance of his need to love her in this way, deepening his affection for her.

He had fallen in love with her, and knew that he didn’t want to lose her when the service period was over. If he had anything to say about this she would be staying at his house, and in his life, for good.

“Up, Kitty. I want you on your knees in front of me. Lock your elbows behind you and present your breasts to me.” Avery scrambled up and immediately got into the requested position. She kept her eyes down, but peeked at him through her lashes.

He loved her so much. She had just enough sass and fire to keep him on his toes, and to keep her ass nice and pink most days. She just couldn’t submit to him easily. She had to resist and fight it — which in his book was fine, because he loved disciplining her bottom. He would miss the feel of her flesh meeting his hand, the ripple across her flesh as his hand came down hard on her bottom, the pleasing sight of his finger prints leaving a red outline on her pale flesh.

Preston pulled on her nipples, cupping her breasts in each hand, milking and squeezing each one until Avery moaned, unable to keep her hips from thrusting. Preston pinched a nipple, hard, listening to the sharp intake of breath as she hissed between her teeth. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue lightly around the areola and tip of her nipple, watching it harden and tighten, blowing on the wetness there, delighting in the arousal glittering in Avery’s eyes. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back, pressing her nipple further into his mouth.

“You’re so damn responsive and expressive. I love watching you. The excitement is etched into every feature of your face — your eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth. There isn’t a part of you that doesn’t respond to sexual tension.”

He kissed her nose, then kissed those plump lips, his tongue dancing with hers, tasting the sweetness there. He moaned when she sucked on his tongue, pulling on it until he felt his balls tingle. Pulling away, Preston looked into those big blue eyes half-lidded with excitement.

Lightly licking her lips with the tip of his tongue he said, “I want you to lean forward and wrap your breasts around my cock. Keep them pressed against my cock and bring me off that way. I’m looking forward to hearing that sweet little kitty bell ringing while I spurt my juices on your neck.”

As instructed, Avery squeezed both breasts around his cock until it was buried in her warmth, the silkiness of her skin rubbing gently over his hardened shaft. Leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes, Preston listened to the tinkling of the silver bell on his Kitten while her breasts pillowed him and stroked him into his own climax. The sight of her pink nipples plumped together mesmerized him. His thumbs and brushed those nipples, making them tighten, Avery sucking in a sharp breath at the provocation.

The sound of her moans and increased, labored breathing sent him over the edge, and he impaled his penis between her breasts with several sharp, quick thrusts, the tinkling of the kitty bell sounding as he spurted his semen onto her breasts and neck. He collapsed into the chair, sated and exhausted. He peeked one eye open and said, “Be a good kitty and lick me clean, Avery.”

He swore he heard her growl, but when he raised an eyebrow and opened one eye again, she quickly started licking him clean. He could see the cum cooling and drying on her breasts, but she dutifully and obediently cleaned him, resting on her heels when she was done, waiting for her next instructions.

* * *

Preston leaned forward and pulled on her chain, drawing her into a kiss. “You were such a good kitty. So soft and cuddly, let me clean my kitten until she’s nice and clean again. Then you can curl up on the rug and sleep while I make you some dinner.”

Uhm, what? Did he say I can sleep on the rug? What the fuck?

“Okay sweetie, present your breasts so I can clean them. Do it just like I told you earlier.” Preston walked over to her with a warm washcloth. Avery raised herself off of her heels and crossed her arms behind her back presenting herself to him. “What a good kitty.” Preston washed her neck and breasts, rubbing her head and shoulders with his other hand. When he was done he took his finger and flicked her bell to make it jingle, kissing her on the forehead.

Clipping the leash to her collar, he tugged on it. “Crawl, Avery.”

What the hell? This was fun for a while, but this is getting old.

She wasn’t sure she liked him talking to her like a real cat — and even real cats didn’t walk just because you told them to.

Her kitten never, ever walked, sat, begged… or for that matter did
anything
she asked it to. Isn’t that just how kittens were?

Avery decided now was a good time to show him how a real kitten would behave if you tugged at its leash and said ‘crawl’, so she sat back on her heels pulling her head back, jerking the leash in his hand.

Preston raised an eyebrow. “Avery, what do you think you’re doing? Do you really want to fight me on this? Is there a problem?”

Avery scowled at him. “Yeah, there’s a fucking problem. I’m not a dog. I’m a kitten. Kittens don’t come when they’re called. They don’t walk on a leash. They don’t even beg. And I don’t like you tugging on my leash, just like how my kitty didn’t like it.”

She smiled at him, feeling proud of herself. To prove her point, she tugged on the leash again.

Preston squatted in front of her, tilting her chin up so he could look her in the eyes.

“Avery, I’m aware how a kitten acts. But you’re
role-playing
a kitten. And this kitten listens to her owner and obeys his commands because if she doesn’t, she ends up getting her little tail spanked until it’s very red. And you don’t swear, especially since you aren’t supposed to be talking. But before we go any further, you’re getting your first spanking as my kitten. You
will not
talk to me in that tone of voice, and you
will not
defy me by refusing to move when asked. You might as well find out now that I won’t tolerate it.”

“B-but I—”

“No, no speaking. I want you head down, ass up for your spanking, Kitten.” Preston pointed to the floor, waiting for her obedience.

Avery hesitated, but he looked pretty serious, slapping the pink leather handle against his leg. She knew from past punishments, the longer she waited to obey, the longer and harsher the punishment. She immediately got into position.

“Very nice, Avery. Now, I want you to keep position. You’re allowed to cry, but no speaking. If you move out of position, extras will be added.”

Preston tapped the leash on her bottom. He took hold of the tail with an uncomfortable tug on her dark hole, the softness of the fur across her right hip as he moved it out of the way.

She regretted talking to him about how a kitty acts. What did she know about kitty play? Why did she always feel a need to insert her opinion, to make him see it her way, to do things her way? Ultimately, she did it his way, every time. She usually
wanted
to do it his way, but she felt a need to show him that she was independent. She fought giving in, fought submitting — but she wanted desperately for him to force her anyway. She wanted him to care enough to guide her, and give her boundaries. Truly, she wanted to please him. He was always checking on her, making sure she was okay — not hungry, not too tired, not overwhelmed. Preston was a caring individual — but he was also stern, exacting, judicial, and demanded her obedience.

Literally jerking his chain was probably not the wisest decision you’ve ever made.

“Avery, sweetie, are you there? I asked if you were ready, and you didn’t even hear me. Are you okay, Kitten?”

Preston moved to her side, peering down at her.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I was just thinking that… I really want to obey you, and make you happy.” She looked up at him, tears clouding her vision. “I don’t know
why
I do these things.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. I know why you do it.” He stroked her cheek. “You want reassurance. You’re an independent woman, you want me to know that. I assure you, I know it. But I’ll always be here to give you boundaries, and I will never,
ever
, hesitate to reinforce those boundaries on your bare bottom.”

The leather lashed her bottom hard, making her gasp. The next lashes came just as fast and just as hard. Preston wasn’t giving her a chance to breathe. She tried to stay silent, but the pain was enough that she gasped on every stroke, making her sound almost like she was coughing. She knew to not put her hands back, her hands opening and closing as she fought the urge to cup her bottom. Avery pulled in a shivery breath, choking off a quiet sob. Her tears anointed the floor, her cheek slipping on the wetness there. Her bottom hurt so badly, the throbbing reminding her again, that she needed to keep her mouth shut. Obedience was best — and easiest.

“Last five will be on your sit spots, Avery. You have to learn to obey me. You’re always allowed to ask questions, but you have to be respectful. Were you respectful when you voiced your opinion?”

“N-no, Sir. I wasn’t. I’m so s-sorry.” Avery sniffled, and swiped the tears off her cheek. “I really, really w-want to d-do this.”

“Such a good Kitty. I know you do, sweetie.” Preston squatted in front of her, pushing her hair off her face and wiping her cheeks with his thumbs. “You’ll get the rest of your spanking and we’ll continue our ‘Kitten Fiesta’ weekend, okay?”

He abruptly stood, and she watched his bare feet walk out of sight behind her.

The last strokes of the cane were slower, but just as hard. She sobbed at each one. By the fifth stroke, she broke down both from the pain and from knowing it was over. Preston knelt behind her, his cool hands stroking her bottom. His hands were soft, but over her scorched bottom, they suddenly felt anything but. His hand moved to her sex, fingers sliding through her juices, drawing them over her clit, lightly stroking it while his other hand milked her dangling breasts. Even as sore as she was, she felt her arousal climb, unable to keep her hips still as his cock pressed against the crevice of her bottom, bumping up against her tail and causing her anus to spasm around the plug. Avery sucked air through her teeth as Preston pulled on her nipples, not stopping until they throbbed, until she moaned, her sex responding to the stimulation.