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  KITTEN

  An Adventure in Erotic Submission

  By

  J. J. MACGUIRE

  A Renaissance E Books publication

  ISBN 1-58873-571-0

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  Copyright © 2005 by J.J. MacGuire

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  A Sizzler Classic Edition

  CHAPTER 1

  She had arrived on our doorstep in a basket, Naked as the day she was born. One of Master's clients had sent Him Kitten as a thank you gift, for the dungeon he had just completed. Kitten was a slave and a switch, and even though she had been with us about six months, I still knew very little about who she was and where she came from. I knew Master had her pedigree, and he would have told me if there were things I should have known.

  Driving back with Kitten from our weekend at Mistress Bergenia's Academy for Submissives and Slaves, ASS, I finally got up the courage to ask her about her life prior to coming to live with Master and me.

  I sneaked a peek over at her. Her eyes had taken on a distant look, when she sighed and said, "I've been to hell and back, Baby, some were good, some I tremble at the thought of."

  I had known Kitten was into some really kinky stuff, but until she started talking I did not have a clue. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, Kitten," I said, "but I would like to know more about you, and this is about the first time we could talk without others being around."

  "We have been very busy since I came to live with you and Master. I suppose you do have the right to know where I come from." She giggled. "I was born in… No, that's not what you want to hear about. You want to know how I got into the life style."

  "Yes, Kitten, I would like to know that"

  "Well, we weren't dirt poor when I was growing up, but I did not come from the right side of town. I was the fun girl in high school, the one the jocks would take out when their girl friends were busy. You know the kind, the one who puts out. I really never had a boyfriend, and all I could think of growing up was getting out of Dodge."

  She shifted in the seat and leaned her head back on the rest, closing her eyes. "I graduated and left town that night, headed west in my old Pinto station wagon. I got about two hundred miles away before the radiator went. It was a dark, lonely road, but hey, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself right.

  "I had seen a gas station a few miles back so I pulled out my backpack and started walking that way. It wasn't long before I heard some dogs barking. I thought it was pack of wild ones, so I started running. I saw house lights off in the distance and ran toward that. When I got closer there was a sign on the fence blocking the driveway that said Kennel. So I rang the bell.

  It was close to midnight when a guy came out in his shorts and yelled they were closed. I explained that my car had broken down and needed to borrow his phone to call a tow truck. He came to the gate and was giving me the once/twice/three times over with his eyes.

  I should have suspected something was up then, but hell, men had been doing that to me all my life. He said no one would be able to get to my car till morning, why didn't I come in. He told me to step back as I heard the whir of gears as the electronic gate opened." She moved again in her seat and slid her skirt up and spread her legs. She had no panties on – neither of us ever did.

  There was a rest stop up the road and she pointed to the sign saying, "Why don't we pull in there for a bit, and I'll tell you the rest of the story."

  I made a beeline for a spot under some shady trees at the end of the lot. Pulling in I threw the car in park, but left the air conditioner running, then turned to watch her as she told me of her life.

  "Now where was I, oh, yes. He brought me into the front room of his house and pointed to the couch, telling me I could sleep there. Said his woman would be out at daybreak and she would feed me, before the tow truck came.

  I settled down for the night, and woke refreshed. As I opened my eyes there stood a small brunette in a collar, shorts and a tank top. She was holding a plate of food. She was kind of cute with her hair in pigtails, and her big brown eyes. Kind of reminded me of a springer spaniel.

  "Master said you are to eat this, the guy from the garage is on his way for your car and they will call to tell you what needs to be done to fix it." She handed me the plate and padded away.

  When I had finished, I got up and went to look for her or the kitchen to give her back the empty plate. Walking into the kitchen, I found her on all fours eating out of a bowl. I was a bit taken aback, I mean, come on now, people are suppose to eat at tables or sitting up, not on the floor, out of a bowl." She giggled. "Oh, how naive I was."

  I sat in the car watching her as she slid her fingers over her mound. I could see from her expressions that she was thinking back and collecting her thoughts before continuing.

  "He came into the kitchen and she crawled over to rub her cheek on his leg. He patted her on the head, just as if she was a dog. Then he called her puppy. Telling her she was a good puppy. I had told him my name the night before, and that most just call me, Kitten." She shook her head. "The irony of a cat in a kennel with a bunch of dogs."

  She let her middle finger enter her wet cunt, and I could hear every stroke as she moved her fingers in and out. Her face had taken on a mask. I couldn't tell if these were pleasant memories or painful ones.

  "I thanked him for calling the garage and asked if I should go meet them at the car. He was emphatic that I didn't need to bother – they would call when they knew what was wrong with it. Then he asked if I would like a tour of the kennels." She moaned a little and from her frenzied movements I could see and smell that she was on the edge. Gasping out, she continued. "We went out the back door and there were cages lined up in a row. This naked man darted around the corner, bounding up to us, and immediately stuck his nose in my crotch. I tried to push his nose away but his neck muscles were strong. I started to pull on the collar around his neck when he gave a low growl. I quickly moved my hands away and stood there feeling very uncomfortable."

  She had stopped pumping in and out and was now stroking her clit, spreading the lips wide, rubbing her hand slowly up and down.

  "Frank was the guy's name. Later, I found out he liked to be call Kennel Master. Frank was behind me and said, "Looks like my alpha male likes you, Kitten. But then most males like pussy, don't we." He pulled my arms behind my back and strapped them together. The alpha male still had his nose in my crotch as I screamed. Frank let me scream saying; "Kitten, there is no one to hear you, except me and my dogs, so you might as well save your voice."

  Her smile had gone flat, but she continued to stroke her clit in a slow lapping motion as she continued her story, "He took me into a cage where there was a wooden stock. He placed my head in the stock and locked me in, bent over at the waist. Coming up behind me he slid my shorts off. I was crying hard, and was trying to kick him as he stripped me. He then spread a cream on my breast and between my legs. I was still trying to kick him, when he lowered the stock causing me to drop to my knees. The cur was at my face, licking it. His big blue eyes stared into mine. I closed my eyes, only to have Frank pull my hair hard and he told me to look at him. "Do not loose eye contact again," he grunted out. The man/dog left my face and moved to my side. I noticed his cock was hanging down and it was huge. I had never seen another to rival it, and nothing in all my experience had prepared me for what came next. Walking out of my peripheral view the alpha male starts sniffing under my arms and licking off whatever Frank had rubbed on me."

  Kitten was starting to pant hard again, but she didn't stop telling me, "Long rough strokes, moving
closer to my breast. The cur licked and suckled like a pup, and I felt myself growing wet. I was totally taken aback from my reactions and I tried to move away, but I only dislodged the dog (by this time he was a dog in my mind) I didn't discourage it. Again, he was on the cream trail, this time down my hip to my cunt."

  She was shaking and I wasn't sure if was from the pleasure of her hand on her clit, or her story. I reached under my skirt to find what I knew was a very moist snatch.

  Licking her lips she continued, "The way Frank had positioned me gave the dog free access from my clit to anus. His tongue moved feverishly over me, long wet rough laps. He tasted my juices mixing with the cream. He buried his nose deep, digging in one hole and then the next. I was whimpering, begging to be let free, promising anything if Frank will stop him. But all Frank did was stand outside of the cage, watching.

  Frank gave one short whistle and the dog stopped licking. I was panting and thinking, 'okay, it's over'. I was looking at him through tears when he gave two quick notes and the man/dog placed both his hands/paws on my back and rammed himself all the way in. I wasn't prepared for that. I'd never had anything so big enter me. I started screaming in pain, bucking as much as the tight restraints would allow. He nipped at my neck and caught my ponytail in his mouth and started pumping wildly. His fingers dug into my back and he slipped his weight onto me, his chest on my back. I felt his huge cock throbbing inside me."

  She pumped in and out with her fingers again, gasping for air as she continued. " Over and over again, he pumped, tears were streaming down my face. I was thinking I couldn't take any more, when there was another short whistle blast. He stopped and dismounted.

  Frank clapped his hands and the cur was licking me again. Oh, the smooth relief I felt when the tongue rubbed over me. On and on the tongue went, and I squirmed, because compared to the cock tearing, this was heaven. I forgot where I was, and only thought of the sensation of that tongue on my heated flesh. Another whistle sounded as my eyes started to close in pleasure and the alpha male stopped. I cried out, falling from the edge, making eye contact with Frank again. I watched his finger do a circle motion and the man moved around from the rear to my side and started sucking on my breast. This time I didn't move for fear of what was next. He stopped licking and worked back down with his abrasive tongue over my flesh. The moisture on my body was cooling and only the warm wet tongue kept me from shaking uncontrollably. Slowly, it moved back down to my heat."

  I didn't know where to look, at her face as it changed back and forth from pain to pleasure, or her hand working her red swollen lips and clit to their climax.

  She inhaled deeply before saying "I was panting in anticipation of the tongue licking my clit, and when it did," her body arched away from the car seat. "When it did I couldn't help but close my eyes, instant orgasm, and the man/dog licked on and on.

  "Slow and easy, and then faster as another whistle sounded and it licked around the rim of my anus. My eyes flew open and started to bulge as I saw the smirk on her Frank's face. The man was concentrating only on my anus. My throbbing clit ached to be touched. I tried to lift my butt higher so his tongue would reach my clit, only to lodge his tongue into my anus more.

  "Two quick claps and he was up again, this time his dick poised at the opening of my anus. I screamed, "Ooh, my gawd, Noooooo!" as he rammed into me. I quivered in pain as it entered me. Pulling away from the pain was not an option. I couldn't see Frank's face. A red haze of tears covered my face. The pain was ripping me in two and then there was a click of the gate. The dog stopped moving, all but the tearing throbbing in my ass. I blinked and realized Frank was no longer on the other side of the chain link fence, but in front of me. He shoved his cock into my mouth, gripped my head and began to pump in and out of my mouth."

  She moved back to stroking her cunt with a slow even wipe, saying, "The alpha male stopped pumping and pressing deep into my tight and unwilling asshole before he slowly dragged it out. Frank stood still, with his cock all the way in my mouth; all I could see was his stomach.

  "The man/dog was licking again, and then I felt someone moving under me. My nipples were being pinched hard and they were sliding under me and attaching their mouth to my clit. Frank tapped me on the top of the head saying, 'suck bitch.'

  "Then the cur was back up and ramming into my vagina, but this time was even more painful, and I scream over Frank's cock in my mouth. I was being skewered and I felt the knot pushing on the opening. The alpha male's hot juices were filling me as Frank started to shoot his wad into my mouth. My clit was being nursed on and I was being torn from pain and pleasure. I lost all track of time. I was floating."

  She turned to look at me, whispering, "please." I undid my safety belt and lowered my mouth to her clit, barely able to get three good licks in before she came hard. I continued to suck as the last of her shakes left her. Sitting back up she moved into my arm still trembling.

  Trying to control herself, she slid her hand under my blouse and started rolling my nipple in her fingers. "That was just the beginning. I was the outdoor cat, puppy, being the house pet.

  It was a kennel for human pets, mostly puppy girls and men/dogs and if one of the "dogs" stuck their nose in my crotch it was back to the block. I was used to train the new "dogs" too. Frank gave me the option of leaving the next day. I was there for a year before I was lost in a poker game."

  I held her close as she continued to stroke and caress me. "Thank you for holding me, Baby. I needed to tell that story, but I've been afraid to tell you. Master knows, and assured me you wouldn't look down on me for staying there a year after that."

  I wanted her to keep on rubbing my clit, but I looked at the clock on the dash. "Kitten, as much as I hate to say this, we better get moving. Master will worry if we're late."

  She sat up and did her best to straighten herself out, "Yes, let's go, I can continue as you drive, that is, if you would like to hear more."

  I nodded my head and asked her to continue as I pulled back out on the highway.

  CHAPTER 2

  "Frank lost my papers in a poker game and I went to a lace Mistress, as her body servant. She had another that had been with her for years. To punish us she would put us into correction corsets."

  Kitten was playing with the hem of her skirt as she talked. "I remember seeing corsets in the movies and in the ladies lingerie department at the store, but I never imagined wearing one 24/7.

  "Her name was Mistress Victoria, and a most Victorian Mistress she was. Long straight jet-black hair and pale alabaster skin. She would come in every morning, have us stand holding the bedpost and cinch us in. The long line style suited my waist; it raised my breasts to display them, open to the air and available to her.

  "She was Mistress of the cane too. She would say, "The tried and true was what work best and to cane is to know the greatest pleasure of discipline."

  "Being submissive to an object was hard at first, you're strapped in, and that corset owns you. Your movements, your thoughts, and especially your breathing, are controlled by a corset. The corset can be very claustrophobic. The one that ties you in owns you. Their will is wrapped totally around your body.

  "I remember one time, Marge and I hadn't ironed the tablecloth correctly. We were placed on a wooden pony, straddling it and facing each other arms extended overhead, chained to the ceiling. A four-way clip was placed on our nips with just a hair's breadth between us.

  "The wooden board was just high enough to force us on tiptoes or we would have to rest on our cunts. Tied as we were we couldn't dismount. She made us wait, helpless, as the inevitable muscle fatigue slowly sets in.

  "She spent that time talking to us, going over our transgression. She tested us while exploring our bodies, pinching here and there, pulling at our nether lips. She ran the cane tip over our exposed breasts, tapping them to keep our attention focused.

  "Our natural instinct was to move down and away. But in this case, our cunts hit the board between our legs.


  "She told us to 'spread our legs' to see if we were pliant or willful? Our legs tired and zapped our strength, they gave out and we lowered ourselves to rest on our cunts as gently as possible against the hard, narrow surface of the Pony. Our tender throbbing pussies were pressed between the Pony and our weight, bruising our swollen nether lips. In a short time our muscles could lift us and we'd rise again, but that was in a perfect world.

  "With our breasts clipped together, if one failed the other suffered by being pulled down hard.

  "After a time, it takes longer to find the strength to rise again, but after long seconds riding the wooden pony you point your toes and push against gravity, sweating from the exertion. You can no longer find a comfortable spot to rest on your swollen throbbing cunt. You whither and moan, moving up and down against the wooden pony.

  "She started caning our asses as we were "riding the Pony".

  "At first, the strokes of the cane were light taps, but as she struck they got harder and harder. Your ass feels as if it's on fire and your cunt is throbbing from the contact with the Pony. You and the one you are riding the Pony with are being pulled along the board as you are being caned. You start to float from the shallow breaths, then intense sensation runs through you ass and cunt."

  Kitten was shaking hard, her head had fallen back against the seat. I looked down to see her hand rubbing her nether lips hard. They were bright pink and swollen. One more word escaped her lips, "Please."

  There was a dirt road just ahead and I took it, pulling in about fifteen yards. She had the passenger door open and was outside looking around the dense foliage before I could toss the car into park. She vanished into the trees. Turning off the car, I got out and followed her. When I caught up to her she had straddle a branch she had wedged between two trees, shirt off skirt up. She handed me a thin branch she had de-leafed, then slipped her hands behind her neck.

  Her breathing was erratic as she told me what I was to do. "Baby, you have to cane me." What? my mind screamed. I had never been on this end of the cane. I remember well the times I had been caned. "You will do it baby, on my third time down. Put your weight into it Baby, don't hold back." She lowered herself to the branch. She reached for my hand and placed it over her breast. I squeezed it and moved my fingers down to pinch, then pull her nipple. I received a moan in response, so I rolled it firmly between my fingers, and remembering what she had told me of her time on the wooden pony, I lightly tapped her ass with the cane.