Grooming Kitty: A BDSM Romance (14 page)

“Thank you, Master. That feels so good,” Tara cooed.

“Ohhhh God, ohhh…” Kitty moaned. She trembled and he could tell she was close to coming, so he eased back, just a little bit.

Tara pulled Kitty’s mouth down to her breasts and the girl attached to her immediately. Kitty licked and kissed before sucking and drawing out Tara’s nipple. Tara cried out, loudly enough for anyone in the woods to hear. Patrick glanced around and saw a couple of faces on the edge of the woods. Their audience was being drawn in. They probably couldn’t believe their luck. The usual show probably consisted of some exhibitionist couple jumping in the water for a quick fuck. He and his pets were putting on a real, live sex show. Patrick beamed with pride.

Patrick knew his wife’s body and he knew she was going to orgasm. Kitty was loudly sucking at Tara’s tits—between her own moans—and he drove his fingers up deep into Tara. He wanted to show Kitty that she was not his wife’s equal, so he allowed Tara to climax, while keeping it out of reach for Kitty. Tara wailed and stiffened, her body locking down while gripped in the pleasure storm. Kitty tried to pull back, but Tara locked her fingers in the girl’s hair and forced her to keep sucking and licking her tits. Tara slumped against Kitty as she came down from her climax. Patrick took his sticky fingers from Tara’s cunt and presented them to Kitty.

“Clean them, pet,” he ordered when Kitty just stared at his hand. He pulled his other hand from her pussy and she whimpered in disappointment. He wound his fingers in her hair, pushing her forward.

Kitty gagged at first when Patrick forced his fingers into her mouth, but then she started sucking and her tongue slithered around the digits. He slowly pumped those fingers into her mouth, like he was fucking it and once she had them nice and clean he made her suck his other fingers clean too. He wondered how Kitty felt about her first taste of Tara’s pussy.

“Let’s take a dip. It’s hot out here,” he said.

They shed their remaining articles of clothing and Patrick went first, leading his pets by their leashes into the water. It was like a warm bath and he would have liked it cooler on such a warm day, but it was still refreshing. Kitty paused, having trouble with her footing on the rocks lining the bottom, and he yanked her forward by the leash. She almost stumbled face first into the water, but Tara kept her upright. The spring was about the size of a large hot tub, sloping to a depth that hit Patrick mid-chest.  The back side appeared to a be a loose wall formed by boulders, but the stones were too large to move easily. He leaned back against that wall and drew his pets to rest on either side of him.

“It’s so pretty out here, sir. How did you find out about this place?” Kitty asked.

“It’s a popular spot for people who like to be watched. I read about it on a message board a few years ago,” he answered.

“Watched?” Kitty asked.

“Yes, dear. Look around, we have friends.” Tara smiled.

The voyeurs had come out of the woods and were perched on the rocks surrounding them, less than twenty feet away. There were five men and one older couple, who touched each other while they watched. Kitty started and sank into the spring. Patrick shook his head and ordered her back up. She did not listen and he grabbed her leash right at the collar and dragged her up so the water just lapped at the underside of her tits.

“But Master…” Kitty complained.

“Tara, go get the cuffs,” he ordered. His wife obediently scampered out of the water, returning with a set of steel handcuffs.

“Stand.”

Kitty did not move. He thought they were past this kind of behavior. He stood and pulled the leash until she was on her feet. He pulled Kitty further out until the water hit her mid-thigh. She instinctively tried to cover herself, but Tara grabbed her arms and snapped the handcuffs tightly on her wrists behind her back.

“Please, sir. You don’t have to do that,” Kitty begged. Her eyes kept darting around to the people watching. One of the men had his dick out and was stroking it.

Whack!

Patrick spanked her hard and Kitty cried out. “You’d better start listening unless you really want to be humiliated in front of these people,” he warned.

“But they’re watching, Master.” She had to force that last word out. This was why he brought her out here. Patrick had to be sure she would perform in front of others before he took her to the club.

Whack!

Whack!

Kitty tried to wriggle away, but he kept a tight hold on her leash. “That’s the point, Kitty. I want them to see what a good pet you are. You need to perform anywhere I demand it no matter who is there. Are you worried someone might recognize you?”

She nodded.

Patrick laughed coldly. “You just don’t understand. These people get off on watching people fuck. They want to remain anonymous just as much as you do. They are going to watch your tasty young body, probably jerk off, and then go home and think about you when they jerk off again. But no one out here is going to say anything, even if on some wild chance someone did recognize you. You have a beautiful body, Kitty. It was built for pleasure, and I want these people to experience that.” She did not speak when he finished, so Patrick spanked her again. Her cheeks were turning bright red.

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, sir,” she mumbled.

“Louder, pet.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Kitty replied in a loud, clear voice. “I promise I’ll be good, sir.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” He kissed her cheek.

Kitty started when he pushed his hand between her legs from behind. He did not want to obstruct anyone’s view of his pet. She needed to be on full display. He noted that her fear didn’t appear to slake her desire at all. Kitty was still soaked and his fingers slid right inside her again. She closed her eyes—probably the better to ignore the people watching—and he allowed it. She pushed back at his fingers and he brought her right to the edge of orgasm before he pulled his hand away. She whined dramatically at being denied her climax once again. He was not going to let her come until she’d made everyone else come first.

Patrick led her back to the deeper end of the spring and held her shoulder to steady her with the uneven footing. It wasn’t like she could catch herself if she slipped with her hands cuffed behind her back. Tara waited for them there, and he gave his wife a long, lingering kiss while holding his pet’s leash. He whispered to her to sit up on the edge of the spring and then pulled Kitty further forward.

“Tara has been very generous, not just graciously sharing her master, but also in making you come several times.”

“Thank you, Tara,” Kitty said respectfully, with her eyes downcast.

“It’s time for you to return the favor, Kitty. Did you like tasting Tara’s pussy?”

“I…”

“It doesn’t really matter, I suppose. You’re going to do it anyway. Make Tara come. Now,” Patrick ordered.

Patrick pulled the leash, bending Kitty forward between Tara’s spread legs. Tara’s smoothly shaved cunt looked beautiful in the sunlight and he hoped Kitty could appreciate how lucky she was. He swept her hair aside so he could watch Kitty kissing the slick mound. Tara spread her lips apart so that the pet could do a proper job of pleasing her. Kitty was slow and careful at first, softly kissing all around Tara’s lips, with tentative flicks of her tongue, but she got more into her task and began trailing her tongue up and down the Tara’s cleft. Tara nudged Kitty closer with her other hand and Patrick’s view was limited, but he knew Kitty was getting in there and really kissing Tara’s pussy. He heard the soft slurping of her kisses and Tara began to wriggle and moan.

“That’s it, Kitty, lick my clit like a good girl! Lick me right there!” Tara gasped. She locked eyes with her husband and smiled. She very much approved of his new pet.

Kitty looked so delectable bent forward to please his wife that Patrick could barely resist playing with her. Her ass in the air was so inviting, but this was not the day he would be fucking her. He could have at least played with her pussy, but he wanted his pet focused on her task. Kitty seemed to have forgotten there was anyone around and was doing her best to make Tara come. Patrick glanced up and saw the voyeurs had come closer—about ten feet away—but they kept back so as not to interrupt the action.

“Fuck, Kitty, that’s it! Do it! Make me come you little bitch!” Tara cried to the wildness. Patrick loved seeing the aggression come out in his wife.

Tara lost the ability to form words and he knew she was coming. She bucked her hips at Kitty’s hungry mouth and Patrick was pleased that the girl was finally eating pussy with the same enthusiasm with which she sucked his cock. Which reminded him…

Patrick eased up onto the side of the spring and pulled Kitty to his erect cock. He desperately needed to come. He ached for his pet. She gobbled his prick up in a heartbeat and sucked it fast and hard. Kitty sucked him like it was her favorite thing in the world. Tara hopped off the rock and moved behind Kitty, dipping her hand behind the girl. Kitty moaned into his cock. Tara’s arm moved vigorously. She was driving Kitty to the orgasm she’d worked so hard for. 

Kitty gagged as she came and pulled away, crying, “Oh God! Ohhh…”

Patrick came in the same moment and his hot cum splattered onto Kitty’s pretty face. He aimed for her open mouth, but he shot across her cheek and into her hair. He loved painting his pet’s face almost as much as he liked coming down her throat.

Tara pulled Kitty back into an embrace and the women kissed, smearing his load across both their faces. If they didn’t stop, he was going to get hard all over again, and then he might not be able to resist fucking Kitty. He saw that at least a couple members of their audience had come as well, splattering their seed onto the rocks. The couple had retreated, no doubt to find a soft spot where they could fuck themselves.

Patrick was pleased by Kitty’s performance today. Another couple weeks and he’d have any hesitation worked out of her. Then she would be ready for a trip to the club—and her final reward.

Katherine waited nervously in the Gardners' bedroom. She was nude, but for the slim leather collar and a pair of black patent spiked heels. Her legs were slightly apart and her hands were at her sides. Tara was out of the house, as were the kids, and Master was in the bathroom, taking a shower. She had been instructed to stand perfectly still until given further instruction and while it hurt to stand so still in the heels, Katherine did as she was told. It did not matter that he could not see her from the other room. Katherine obeyed because she wanted to obey.

The central air chilled Katherine and her nipples stiffly pointed slightly upward from the tips of her perfect breasts. She wanted to tease them, or better yet, touch between her legs, but she kept her hands at her sides, as she was instructed. Just standing there at her master's command was such a huge turn on. She knew that if she behaved her reward would be far better than any instant gratification she gave herself now.

The shower turned off and after a few moments he came into the room toweling himself off. Looking at his body made Katherine's pussy tighten, but it wasn't that he was an Adonis. No, it was his power. She could feel it even from across the room and couldn't understand why she'd never noticed before he showed her.

"Make sure I am dry, Kitty," he ordered.

Katherine took the towel and vigorously scrubbed him dry, moving around his nude body and going down on one knee to dry his legs and between his thighs. He was already semi-hard and she couldn't help herself but to stroke him while she was down there. His cock was so close, it would be so easy to just kiss it, but she knew she could not do that with permission.

"May I?" she asked, looking up with hopeful eyes. She didn’t know how to read him yet and his answer could have gone either way, but he smiled down at her and nodded.

Katherine lovingly kissed the head and licked him like a lollipop, so proud as he fully hardened. She took him deep in her mouth, sucking him to the back of her throat. She'd gotten good at that. His cock throbbed in her mouth, which made Katherine throb down below and she hoped if she did a good job he would touch her there. God, but she wanted that more than anything. She loudly and greedily sucked him until he pushed her away. Katherine was disappointed that he did not come.

He briefly went into the playroom and came out with a rubbery vibrator, which looked like a very realistic eight inch cock. "Lie on the bed and play with yourself while I get ready, but do not come. I want you nice and sexed up for tonight."

"Yes, sir."

Katherine lay in the middle of the big bed and switched the toy on low. She'd learned to love sex toys—another big change in her life. Before the Gardners, Katherine thought it was obscene to stick something fake inside yourself. The toy was so thick that she could barely get her hand around it and she teased herself with the blunt head, using it to spread her lips and tease her clit. Katherine gasped and moved it back toward her opening again. She was so horny it was going to be a challenge to avoid getting off when the toy felt so good. She had not had an orgasm in four days—by Master’s order. Katherine moaned and closed her eyes because seeing her master watch was almost more than she could take. Her pussy was dripping wet and her clit ached for attention. Touching the toy to it again she quivered and nearly came, but pulled the toy away. She had to keep going, but she knew if she did she would not be able to avoid coming.

He walked over in dress pants and an unbuttoned shirt and placed his hand over hers on the toy. "If you keep touching your clit like that, you're never going to keep control, silly girl," he told her. Master angled the toy up and then, without warning, shoved it deep into her cunt. Katherine cried out and stiffened. The toy was so thick she was afraid it would hurt inside her, but she was so slick it went in with hardly any resistance. There was discomfort, but when her master moved it in and out of her she adjusted, and the way it opened her up felt amazing. The vibrations touched every nook and cranny inside her and Katherine's mouth was open in a wide "Oh!" She moved her hips and when he took his hand away she kept thrusting the toy in and out on her own. Her pussy squished loudly with every stroke and it felt like it was going to turn her inside out, but Katherine kept that wonderful toy steadily moving.

Her master laughed and shook his head. "You be careful not to become addicted to that thing," he warned and went back to getting dressed.

Katherine could see how one could easily become addicted—especially given that Master denied her the ultimate pleasure. Although he’d been training her for over two months now, Master still denied her his cock, leaving her to get off any way she could—with permission, of course. She had been called to her master two or three times a week and he played with her either in the bedroom or in the playroom. His wife usually was not there, which left Katherine with mixed feelings. She loved having Master’s attention all to herself, but she didn’t want Tara to feel like she was trying to replace her. Master seemed to have no such concerns. He showed Katherine how many of the toys in the playroom worked and she gradually learned what all of the ropes and pulleys were for. Master had given her more orgasms than she could count, but he still always finished by coming in her mouth or on her. He would not give Katherine his cock no matter how much she begged. But she was hoping tonight was finally the night. Master and Tara had made it clear tonight was special.

In the time it took her master to get ready—Katherine thought he was taking it slow deliberately—she easily could have climaxed four or five times and it was excruciating to keep herself on the edge, but she did it. She had become very skilled at giving and denying herself pleasure. When he took the toy away from her she was a sweaty, shaky mess—with a red, swollen pussy.

"You have twenty minutes to get ready. You will find your dress and make up in the bathroom. Do not make me wait, Kitty."

"Yes, sir," she answered, rising on shaky legs.

The green cocktail dress was waiting for her—with no undergarments. That was not the surprise it would have once been. Master allowed her to wear a bra when she was going to be at home or around her friends, but she was always pantyless now and she never wore a bra to come see him anymore. She didn’t know where they were going, but wherever it was Master didn’t care if she ended up flashing her pussy in the tiny dress. She squeezed into the cocktail dress and then did her hair and make-up, hoping it would please Master. Katherine thought she looked slutty with the bright red lipstick, but that was probably what her master wanted.

Katherine found Master in the living room, sipping from a scotch. She glowed when his eyes devoured her, but instead of complimenting her, he scolded.

"You are late, Kitty. Bend over and put your hands on the coffee table."

Dutifully, she did as ordered and the four-inch heels that had accompanied the outfit made her bend deeply forward making her tits nearly spill out of the revealing dress. It put her ass high in the air and when he pushed her dress up it fell over her hips, leaving her totally exposed. He told her to count to five and swatted her ass hard.

“One!” she gasped.

Swat!

“Two!”

Swat!

“Three!”

Swat!

“Oh! Four!"

SWAT!

"Ow! Five!" she cried.

That last one was so hard her eyes watered, but it also literally made her cunt drip. A warm, sticky drop ran down the back of her thigh until her master scooped it up with his finger.

"You had better be careful tonight, Kitty, or you are going to be very embarrassed."

Did he really want her to humiliate herself like that? Katherine wondered. She flushed all over realizing that yes, he probably did.

Katherine was ashamed when he warned her not to "stain the seat" when he held the car door for her. She entered the car in the garage so the neighbors would not see. He still had not said where they were going and after about a half hour she had no idea where they were. Katherine did not get into the city often and was not familiar with the different neighborhoods. She thought they would be going to a restaurant where he could show off and possibly embarrass her, but they were in a warehouse district. Katherine began to wonder if he was just going to pull over onto some dark corner and fuck her in the car like a common whore. The fantasy excited her, even though she did not want her first time with Master to be a quickie in a car. Or maybe he was going to put her out of the car in some strange area. It was a chilling thought because any man would just assume she was a hooker in such a desolate spot in that dress. Katherine knew her body belonged to him and that if he wanted to share her she could hardly resist. He never said that he would, but Master made it clear that she was his possession and he could share her if he chose. It disturbed her, but when he asked if she understood, Katherine had replied, “Yes, sir.” Still she fervently hoped the next cock she felt inside her would be her master's.

Instead of any of those dark scenarios, he drove them inside an aluminum garage door, which he opened with a remote. It was a large, nondescript building and Katherine couldn't imagine what they were doing there. The ground floor turned out to be a garage and attendants opened both car doors. It was a Hispanic male in his early twenties on her side and he opened ogled her as she struggled to keep herself covered. It was fruitless and she knew he got a nice look at her pussy when she swung her legs out of the car. Katherine decided it did not matter since that was obviously what her master wanted. She threw an extra wiggle into her ass as she walked away from the boy.

Master took her arm in his and led her into a carpeted elevator with mirrored walls. She could see every angle in the mirrors and thought about how amazing it would be if her master took her in the elevator, but he kept his hands to himself.

"It is very important you obey every command when we step off this elevator," he warned. “These people are my contemporaries and if you make me look foolish in front of them you will pay dearly. Trust me." To reinforce his order he swatted her ass through the dress.

"Of course, Master. I will do anything you ask."

"I know you will, Kitty. I would not have brought you here if I did not believe you were ready."

The elevator doors opened onto what appeared to be an upscale cocktail lounge. Thick pile, crimson carpet covered the floor and small tables were scattered throughout the room, with plenty of space in between for small groups to gather and converse. All of the men and women, there were probably two dozen couples, were smartly dressed and it was not lost on her that many of the other women she saw appeared to be considerably younger than their companions, though that was not the rule. There were also several women who looked like they were probably their companion's wives, but the one thing that all the women had in common is that they were all sexy in their own way, dressed to the nines and each wore a collar similar to Katherine's. She touched hers as it dawned on her that this wasn't just any private club. All of the women there were submissives and belonged to their men the way she belonged to Patrick Gardner. Did these men have multiple women as he did? Katherine thought he must usually bring Tara and realized she had big shoes to fill.

Her master exchanged pleasantries with several other couples on the way to the bar and one thing Katherine noticed about all the women was their deference to the men they were with. The women did not make eye contact but thanked Master politely if he complimented them—as he did with one woman whose tits were exposed to the nipples. When he told her how ripe her breasts looked, she said: "Thank you," and even curtsied. At the bar Katherine accepted a flute of champagne from her master, while he sipped from a tumbler of scotch on the rocks.

"Patrick, old boy, how have you been?"

"Just fine, Theodore, just fine. Yourself?"

"Excellent. We've been in the islands, which let my little plaything here work on her all over tan, as well as her sucking skills."

Theodore spoke with an upper crust English accent and had at least ten years on her master. His cheeks were flushed with cracked veins and Katherine was fairly certain his lush head of hair came off at night. He was thick, but not obviously fat and his dark suit looked custom tailored. His companion, on the other hand, was almost his complete opposite. She looked to be in her late twenties and hardly an inch over five feet. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back to her waist and her big, bright blue eyes were captivating. She looked like she would have been the captain of the cheer-leading squad in high school and could have been a wholesome farm girl, except for her huge, obviously fake tits and the fact that her thin gown hardly covered anything. The lack of lines told Katherine that like herself, the woman was nude under the dress and her nipples poked through the stretchy fabric like bullets. Katherine couldn't help but wonder what she had been like before meeting her master.

"Were you a good little cocksucker, Janice?" Katherine’s master asked, staring at her collagen infused lips.

The blonde licked those lips and answered, "Oh, yes! I could hardly keep up with my master's desires." Katherine couldn't imagine old Theodore having that kind of stamina, especially with such a beautiful young woman.

"The poor dear must have a sore jaw. I say, she handled more black snakes down there than St. Patrick chased out of Ireland. She's got quite a talent. Needless to say, our service was excellent, what? Feel free to sample her later if you wish, Patrick. She'll be in the viewing room."