The Golden Box
(c) 2020-2023 ProNaughty
You are home alone playing on your Switch. Animal Crossing just isn't holding your attention. You start thinking of those toys in that special drawer by your bed and slipping into a familiar fantasy when you hear a knock at the door. Oh! Maybe it is a gift from your sugar daddy! You are up and striding to the door with energy, opening it looking for a package on your doorstep, but there is a man instead. He holds a large golden gift wrapped box, but he is not the delivery man in drab brown! He is sharply dressed in a long sleeve elegant blue shirt and tie with black pants. "I'm delivering this myself today" you hear in a deep, no-nonsense voice. "Professor, ..." you start to say, surprised, looking up and meeting his gaze. He wears a stern expression. "Did I say you could speak my name?" he says, stepping into your house as if he owns the place. You immediately scuttle back and cast your gaze down, waiting quietly without moving. Your mind is on fire with questions but you try to stay still, your eyes locked on the floor.
He casually flings one arm behind and the sound of the door slamming shut makes you jump. Suddenly he is right in front of you, his face right above you. You feel his breath. "Did I say you could speak my name?" he asks again, voice slightly raised this time. Your eyes widen but you keep them down as you speak.
"No, Daddy."
He makes a deep guttural sound, but pulls away from your face, apparently satisfied. A wave of warmth moves through your body starting in your crotch and spreading out to your head, feet and hands. You know you have said the right thing. You hear him move over to the living room. You decide you are allowed to look up. He sits down on the couch and places the package down. He looks at you, then at his polished black dress shoes, then back at you. He raises one eyebrow over his narrow rectangular glasses. You immediately step forward and kneel down in front of him to take his shoes off. You place them neatly next to each other, then place your arms at your side, waiting. "Open it" he says.
"Yes, Daddy."
You remove the box lid. Inside is a jumble of black and silver. Some of it shiny, some of it fluffy, all of it naughty. A grin starts to spread across your face as you reach for a super cute set of cat ears. Whap! You pull your hand back quickly as you feel the sting of the slap on your left cheek and your head is whipped to the right. "Did I say you could touch it?"
"No, Daddy."
You put your arms back at your sides and cast your gaze down. Just as the hotness in your left cheek starts to fade. Slap! Your right cheek is on fire, then your left as he slaps twice, only slightly harder than before. You breath heavily and wait, expecting another slap: wanting it. But it doesn't come. He is teasing you. You risk a glance up and he is looking down grinning "You like the cat ears, eh?" You raise your eyebrows and give him your best pout, nodding yes. He laughs and grabs the cat ears from the box and places them on your head "You do look pretty as a cat, don't you?" he says, holding the sides of your face.
"Yes, Daddy."
You keep your eyebrows raised as you look up at him grabbing the sides of your face. He tilts his head to the side and gives you a curious look as he moves one hand from your face to your throat. He is not putting any pressure on you, he is just playing with your face and throat feeling every part of you. You are his thing and he wants to check you out. You let him move your head this way and that as he gets a bit rougher. The heat in your crotch grows. He is grabbing the back of your neck and tracing his fingers over your lips. Now he rubs your whole mouth to the right with his thumb. Now to the left. Now the thumb is in your mouth and pressing your tongue down, his fingers under your jaw. Your eyebrows knit together as you continue to look at him with puppy dog eyes and cat ears. He looks almost loving as he is slowly moving his thumb towards the back of your throat. Your eyes are tearing up and you are just starting to gag when he abruptly pulls out and taps your cheek with the palm of his hand affectionately, "Good girl."
"No, Daddy" you say slyly, an evil grin coming to your face. "I have been very, very bad."
Sitting on your couch looking at you kneeling before him, the evil grin spreads to his face. "Oh, have you now?" he asks.
"Oh, yes" you say, putting on a mock serious face "most evil."
"Engaging in immoral activity?"
"Down right criminal."
"Oh, are you a flight risk?"
"Yes."
"Better tie you up then," he says, reaching into the golden box and pulling out a fluffy black strip of cloth.
"Yes, please," you say. Still kneeling you turn around and put your wrists together behind you. He wraps the cloth around one wrist, then immediately around the other. Your wrists are bound together firmly but softly. He tugs on it gently to adjust and you hear the sound of Velcro separating. Then he grabs your left arm, his left hand and tugs hard. You are jerked backwards unexpectedly. Your knees bend and your but comes down on your feet and your hands are pulled to the floor. His right hand pulls your neck back roughly so your left ear is right near his mouth.
"You deserve a taste of my belt, girl" You nod, agreeing, his breath on your neck and ear making you squirm a little. Now he shoves you forward. You hear him get up from the couch. He leans forward, turns your head to the left, presses it to the floor, and let's go. Your butt is pointing up. He quickly pulls down your comfy pants enough to expose your ass. Covered only by skimpy panties your ass cheeks are partly exposed to the cool air and you shiver. You hear the sounds of him standing up behind you and unbuckling his belt. A thrill runs through you. You expect him to remove his belt completely...but no. What is he waiting for? You feel the floor against your right cheek and you start breathing a bit faster. You lift up a little, presenting your ass to him. An offering if he will take it. You hear a little chuckle.
"Heh."
Now he is moving. "No, I mean a taste" he says as he steps around and stands in front of you, his belt unbuckled but his pants still buttoned up. He takes the loose end of his belt, the end without the buckle, into his right hand and shoves it towards your mouth. You recoil instinctively, but he grabs your chin with his left and holds it still as he inserts the belt slowly into your mouth, but only the tip. "Can you taste it?" You definitely taste leather and you try to nod your head, yes, but his left hand holds your chin tight and he slides an inch more of the belt into your mouth. "Answer me! Can you taste it?"
"Yeth," you say as best you can. He slides another two inches in.
"Yes, what?"
"Yeth, thir!" you barely choke out.
"Damn straight" he says, removing the belt from your mouth and letting go of your face. The belt drips with your spit and he slides it roughly against your left cheek, then your right, drying it off dismissively, one handed, using your face as his towel. As he rubs the belt across your cheeks he gets gentle. Caressing you with it. The side of your face. Across your ears. That tickles and you raise your shoulders and giggle. Suddenly he drops the belt and leans in and kisses you softly on the mouth, grabbing the back of your head gently with both hands. Bliss. His lips pressed against yours firmly, but so patiently. He likes the taste of you and is taking his time. You hear slow deep breaths through his nostrils and the quietest sounds of pleasure deep in his throat. Your awareness starts to narrow to just this kiss. You are a mouth. He is lips and tongue.
You have absolutely no idea how long this empty-headed feeling has lasted when he breaks contact and moves away. You slowly open your eyes. Standing there looking down at you kneeling and bound in front of him, a quirky smile on his face, he says. "So I taste better than the belt, then?" The "Ha!" comes out of you before you can stop it. You screw up your face in mock disgust, your tongue sticking out just a little and one eye closed, then you say one word.
"Leathery."
He belly laughs, loud but relaxed. It is great to hear him laugh. "I thought you liked leather," he says, adjusting his glasses.
"Meow."
"There is a collar in the box."
"Purr!"
"You can have it."
You glance back at your bound hands then back at him with a pout.
"Tch, tch, tch," he says, sucking air through his teeth and shaking his head slightly. "If I untie you, I will have to put you on a leash."
"Purr! Purr!"
He laughs and leans down and removes the soft binding from your wrists and puts it back in the box. It feels good to have your arms back in front of you. He steps around you and sits back down on the couch in front of the golden box. You go on all fours and turn to face him like a proper kitty as he sits down, puts the binding back into the box, and pulls out a thin, leather, studded collar with Velcro fasteners. You see it is fitted for a leash with a big silver ring. You present your neck and he fits the collar around it. He places both hands around your neck and gives it a squeeze as if to say "this collar should hold you good." You thrill to the feel of his hands around your neck but he lets go. He reaches into the box and pulls out a thin leather leash. He connects it to your collar then stands up holding the leash and looking down at you with your panties still exposed and your kitty ears on.
"Maybe we should feed you something tastier," he says, deadpan. Your face lights up and you look at his unbuckled belt, the exposed blue of his underwear, and the bulge it contains, then back at his face expectedly. You move your mouth forward toward that bulge. "Oh, no, no, no, no" he says, playfully. "Something from the kitchen for my kitty" and he sets off walking. Your neck is yanked forward and your knees are sore from the kneeling so you stand up to walk with him. Instantly he whirls around and looks you right in the eye, his brow wrinkled in irritation. "Are you my kitty?" You freeze in place, cold fear falling through you: head to groin.
"Meow?"
"Then why are you not on all fours!" he thunders. You let out a little whimper and drop down, your heart rate increasing, but it is not quick enough for him. He drops the collar and is circling you now. "What kind of kitty is this?" He makes a disapproving, clucking sound. "I don't know, something is not right..."
"Meow?" you try again.
"Here we go!" he says, suddenly yanking your panties down exposing your ass cheeks to the wind. "The problem is right back here!" He says triumphantly, clearly pleased with himself that he has solved the dilemma. Dropping your panties has made desire suddenly swell in you. You want to feel his hands on your ass so bad. You lower your front end and stick your ass higher in the air, moaning, waiting. But the slap doesn't come! Instead his circling has led him back to the golden box in front of you. He pulls out a pretty, poufy, fuzzy black tail attached to a wicked looking black butt plug: three small balls placed side to side. He holds it up like a prize.
"Kitties have tails," he says simply. After all, a fact is a fact.
You are filled with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity. You look up at him, your eyes anxious, your lips thin. He looks back with a flat expression. You are not sure about this toy. You look at it again. Sure is a pretty tail, and who doesn't like the occasional finger in the hole to liven things up? You have fantasized about toys like this...but here it is, right now. In front of you. You swallow with an audible gulp and look up at him. He just raises one eyebrow. Obediently you shuffle around on all fours, repeating your previous performance: face to the floor, ass in the air.
Like before he makes you wait. You are nervous, but your ass hanging out in the breeze is really turning you on. As before you lift your hind quarters, this time spreading your legs slightly as well. Some cold air flows in and kisses your vulvae. Wow. It feels amazing. You really want to feel his hand right now. Maybe if you raise your ass even more...instead you find yourself slumping down and giggling.
It tickles SO MUCH! He is running that tail between your legs, just grazing a thigh...then again...then the other.
"Heh." A small chuckle is forced out of him, but he keeps going. He tickles you, then he doesn't. This time he lets you pause to catch your breath, but now you are almost red in the face. He pauses at odd times. There is just no pattern to it. You can't stand it, it just tickles so much. You start to crawl away.
SLAP!
Ooooooh. Just once. Left ass cheek still tingling, you freeze in place. Dear God, that felt good. Again! you think, Again! But nothing. He is leaving your ass hanging in the breeze. OK, now his hand is on you, but just caressing. Apparently he has just discovered how much he likes the shape of your ass and wants to touch it everywhere. He is stroking all the shapes of your back end. Tracing the bumps. Flat of the hand making small circles. Grabbing. Long caresses from the thighs up to your back. Man that one tickles but feels electric. OK now he wants to see how but cracks work apparently. He grabs a cheek in each hand roughly and opens you. Closes you. Opens you. Treating you like a piece of meat. The fuck is this boy up to?
COLD! Eeeeks cold on the crack! You slam your cheeks shut and resist. He lets you. It's just lube. He poured a shit ton of lube on you but it's warming up now. You relax and you feel a long slick of lube run down your left leg. You hear some hit the floor. Just the feel and sound of that is turning you, but now he is pressing the business end of your new tail against your anus. It is clear he is not going to poke it in, at least not yet. He has it sideways and is just rubbing it slowly up and down. God DAMN that feels good. You lift your face off the ground. You are on all fours now swaying with the motion of his strokes, opening your legs slightly, letting him make good contact there. He starts increasing the length of the up and down strokes, which are starting to touch your pussy, just a bit, on the bottom of the stroke. Now a bit more. Your fear of this toy is quickly melting and possibly your insides are melting too because you are wet, girl! You are not sure how much of this water show is you and how much is this lube!
You definitely want this thing in you now. At each up stroke you back into it a bit more, and he is happy to let you do it. Each time it gets a little farther in your hole, but never quite goes all the way. You want to rub your clit. You even lift your hand off the ground and start to grab yourself, but you hear "Nuh, uh" and immediately put your hand back on the floor.
"Please, sir."
"Hmmm," he says, but does not change that slow up and down stroke at all. You keep backing into the toy, moaning.
"Please, sir."
He says nothing but he does it. He knows what you need. He uses the side of his left hand to stroke your lips and clit. He presses the plug against your hole, then eases off. Then presses, then eases off, then pushes. You feel a Poomf sound as the first ball finally penetrates your anus.
"Uh"
He pushes again and the second ball goes in, then the third. You feel heat growing in your groin. You start panting.
"Unnnnnnhhh"
The toy is all the way in and he lets go with his right hand. The side of his left hand is stroking you harder and harder. You are close. You start panting harder. He stops and just holds his left hand against you. No! You are almost there...
"Please, sir."
At that he takes his hand away. The air on your wet pussy feels so cold. You want that warm hand! Instead he pulls your panties up till they are just under the but plug. He does the same to your comfy pants; your new tail still hangs out. Frustration wells in you. He gives the top part of your ass cheek, still hanging out, an affectionate pat, grabs your leash and stands up.
"No. Kitty needs to eat" he says, striding off toward the kitchen. This time you are quick witted and stay on all fours trotting along behind him, wanting more, but proudly wagging your fluffy new tail.
He walks you to the refrigerator. Once there you come off of all fours onto your knees. For some reason you hold your hands out like paws. Seems like the right move. He furrows his brow, giving you a look.
Really?
You double down. You smile and nod and move your little paws around and wriggle your hips a little, not breaking eye contact. He smiles but looks startled. Even he is a bit surprised by how much he likes this.
"OK, Kitty," he says, opening the refrigerator door and looking in, "you don't like the taste of my belt. What can we do here?"
You are actually thirsty, and that white wine looks fantastic right now but hey, you are a kitty now, so you try to think like a kitty. Milk. There we go. You let your face light up with the excitement you are actually feeling for that wine and you look from the milk carton back to his face.
"No, Kitty. Everyone knows milk is bad for cats."
Not that you wanted the milk, but this makes you cross! You are not just any cat! As if to prove this you throw your chest out, pressing your tits against your shirt. You look down to see what kind of impression you are making. True, your sweatpants are not great, but your comfy shirt was an inspired decision today: a low-cut white t-shirt that shows your curves well. You look back up at him with one eyebrow raised. Such sauce.
"Yes, even kitties with fabulous tits. No milk."
You frown. Fine. You look over at that can of whipped cream expectantly. This could be fun... He looks at the whipped cream, then down at your tits, then back to your face with a neutral expression.
"Good point."
He picks up the can. This isn't going to work, you think, he is forgetting to shake the can. And he is not even pointing it at your boobs; he is pointing the can right at your face. He is grabbing your nose! Startled, you go still, eyes wide, looking right into his eyes. His neutral expression doesn't change. He slips the nozzle into your mouth easily; he can do what he wants with your face right now.
"Breathe."
He nudges the nozzle and cool gas flows into your mouth. Your mind does not move fast enough and your mouth fills up with nitrous oxide, your cheeks puffing out, before you think to breathe it in. He's giving you a whip-it! Damn, you haven't done one of these in forever. A fleck of the white stuff has leaked out of the nozzle onto the side of your lips. Hot. You hear your heart pumping in your chest. You're sucking hard on this nozzle. You really don't think you can hold anymore when he pulls the can away.
"Hold."
Hold your breath? Hold still? Not sure, you try to do both, but he takes this moment to finally pay attention to these tits you have been pointing at him the whole time. Here we go! But, no. He doesn't squirt out any whipped cream, he just holds the cold can against your right nipple, easing it back and forth slowly. OK, yesss. That feels amazing, but now it's even harder to hold. Your nipple stiffens as he works the smooth, cold can back and forth across it. This can turn out to be a good toy. The sides are smooth but the bottom lip is rough. He uses that to tease your nipple. He doesn't stop until it is hard as an ice cube. Your vision is starting to go gray a little at the edges. His neutral expression doesn't change. He moves to your left nipple. First the smooth part. Then the edge. Dayum.You are rubbing your tit against the can as much as he is rubbing it against you and your vision has shrunk to just his face. He removes the can and promptly places it back into the still open fridge.
"Release."
Oh, thank god. You exhale and your body sags a bit. You greedily suck in a huge breath of fresh air and exhale again quickly. Woo, your head is light! You take in another big breath. Your tits get bigger. You breathe it out. They get smaller. In, bigger. Out, smaller. This is the funniest thing you have ever seen in your life. You start cackling like a crazy witch. You lose your balance a little and your vision starts swimming again as laughing is taking up your oxygen. You laugh deep and long. Are you drooling? It has been a while since you laughed like this. You pull your head up and look back up at him. The neutral expression is finally gone. A slight smile has cracked his lips, which, matching the mood of your buzz, has started to fade. He turns his attention back to the refrigerator.
"Hmmmm..."
You try to sober up. You look into the fridge with no idea why he put the whipped cream can back. That is tasty for a kitty. Plus you have special feelings for that can, now. He picks up a squirt bottle of ketchup in one hand and starts to loosen his belt more with the other. His manhood, still covered in Hanes underwear blue, hangs out a bit more now. It is a bit bigger?
"Kitty doesn't like the taste of my belt, so..."
Ah hah! You finally get to see what this Professor is packing! You are already on your knees, so you reach towards his zipper. It seems simple. If you pull this part down? But he brushes your hand aside.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no...I said you need a taste of my belt." He takes the squeeze ketchup and puts a fat ass, six inch line of ketchup down the end of his belt and then holds out the ketchup bottle to you patiently. The neutral expression is back. You take the bottle and hold it to your lap. He doesn't move, he just purses his lips and holds the look. You open your mouth obediently. He steps forward, places the belt in your mouth, lifts it up, and pulls it back out, scraping half the ketchup off on your teeth. It slurps into your mouth and over your lips a bit. You swallow what is in your mouth quickly and he shoves the belt quite far in, almost to the back of your throat, grabbing the back of your head with his other hand. Hold, you think, keeping still. He is pressing your tongue down. There is ketchup all in your mouth and over your lips. The belt tip is slowly moving in, not touching the back of your throat yet, but you don't see how. It must be one hair away. Holding your breath is making your heart pound, and each beat is sending blood to your fun parts. You feel the heat rise in you. He keeps slowly, slowly sliding that belt in. You look up at him.
"Taste better now?", he asks with a thin smile. You nod yes, and that makes the tip finally touch the back of your throat and you gag a bit, dropping the ketchup bottle you forgot you were holding. He presses the belt in just a moment more, then pulls it out of your mouth completely, letting you breathe. You catch a glimpse at that bulge again. Definitely bigger. While still gripping the back of your head, he presses the belt against one cheek, then the other. Under your chin. On your nose. Tickles. Now he shoves it in your mouth a bit and uses it to play with your tongue. He pulls it out. He playfully slaps your left cheek with it, then your right cheek. Again but a bit harder. Again, but harder still. The heat is rising in you even more now. He is more than gripping your head. He is straight pulling your hair now. He pulls your head back as he lets go of the belt and leans his face in to kiss you. He grabs your chin tenderly as he kisses you, all out of odds with the force pulling your head and hair back. His kiss moves from your lips to your cheek. He lets go of your chin as he drops to one knee, and his kiss moves to your neck. He keeps the pressure on your hair steady as he pulls away from the kiss. You open your eyes and look right at him. The hand that was on your chin has found your groin and is roughly spreading your legs apart a bit. You let that happen, for sure. Right as your eyes lock he grabs your pussy from the outside of your pants and just holds on.
"Unh", you hear yourself say. Only with his hand against you do you realize how wet you are.
He just returns your look and does not move.
"Please", you mumble quietly, your brain empty. You grind against him slightly. "Please."
He just waits, unmoving.
"Please, Daddy." The magic words. Instantly that hand slides up off your groin, inside your pants, and right back down right onto your pussy, his middle finger just separating you. Perfect. He just holds his finger nice and stiff and lets you grind against it, his other hand still gripping your hair from the back.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The sound of this slutty moan coming out of you only makes you hotter. You are sliding back and forth on that stiff finger for all it is worth. He is just holding out a finger, but that is really all he has to do at this point. You are willing to do all the work. Back and forth. Your focus narrows to just that part of you that touches him. So warm. Back and forth. It takes all your effort to maintain eye contact as you try to get the most out of that finger you can. You start bucking against him so hard he loses his balance a bit and his expression finally changes. He smiles ever so slightly and leans into you to keep his hand steady. That little bit of resistance is the first movement he has made and you want more so badly. You grab him by both shoulders and increase your pressure against him, humping that finger even faster. It works! He has to grab you a bit harder to keep steady, slipping half of that middle finger inside you as he does. Finally! This is what you needed.
“Uh uh uh.”
The sound escapes your lips as you start riding up and down on that finger. He stiffens it and puts the rest of it in you.
“Uh!”
You gasp and your pace quickens. He grabs your hair harder and your head goes back, breaking eye contact. You don’t care. You squeeze your eyes shut and just concentrate on that hand grabbing you, that finger inside you.
“Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh.”
He grabs even harder, trying to keep you in place as you rock back and forth. You stop making noise, holding your breath, as you feel the orgasm coming on. He lets go of your hair. You let go of his shoulders and lean back, putting both hands on your ankles behind you, and push your pulsating pussy against his hand, your vagina trying to swallow his finger whole. You just push, no longer having to hump, because he has finally started moving his hand against you, pushing that finger in and out, in and out, in and out. Three strokes is all it takes and you explode all over his fingers. He stops moving and holds his hand steady as you continue to throb and drip.
“Ahhhhhhhh”
You expel your breath, the spasms wracking your body and taking the strength from you. He pulls his hand away and stands up and you slump forward, panting.
“Look here, kitty”
You snap your head up to look at him. He is looking at your heaving chest as you catch your breath. Nipples still erect, your breasts rise and fall, rise and fall. He reaches toward you but it is not what you expect. There is ketchup on your shirt. He scrapes off a blob with his index finger and strokes your right cheek three times. Instinctively you move your hand to wipe off the smears of ketchup and pussy juice he has left behind, but he shakes his head gently.
“No”
Your hand freezes in place. You realize he has marked you and doesn’t want you to clean it off.
“Stand up”
You stand. A warm feeling spreads through you. You like doing what he tells you to do. A smile spreads across your face
“Stop smiling.” You immediately comply, your face now showing your most innocent looking expression.
“You have been a bad kitty.” You nod your head. “Yes, sir.” He loosens his tie and unfastens the top button of his shirt.
“Did I give you permission to come?” Your eyebrows shoot up. You shake your head. “No, sir.”
“Do you need punishment?” You nod your head. “Yes, sir.”
He grabs your leash. “How much?” Your eyes go wider at the question. “A lot, sir.”
“Then follow.”
Still grabbing your leash he walks away towards the living room. You follow dutifully, glancing in the hallway mirror as you pass, admiring three red whiskers on your right cheek.
In the living room he ignores you. He simply grabs the golden box, gives your leash a little tug, and walks to the bedroom. Having no choice, you follow, expecting the destination to be your queen sized bed. At least you made the bed this morning, you think. Looking at it you realize the elegant bedspread you bought doesn’t go with the tumble of plushies and stuffed animals you always keep on top. Oh well. Funny the things that pop to mind when someone comes into your private space.
He stops and puts the open box on the bed, but he doesn’t want you there. Yet, anyway. He turns around and points to the small throw rug in the middle of the floor. You move to the center of the rug. Looking to get a reaction, you stand nice and straight, chest out, erect nipples making visible dents in your shirt, and look right at him innocently. He can’t help but look down. His eyes go wide and he makes a satisfied “Mmmmm” sound as he steps forward and gently takes your leash off your collar. He steps back, puts the leash in the box, and starts walking around you slowly, looking down, evaluating. You keep looking forward, oso innocent, as he circles you.
“Well I suppose it’s not all your fault that you misbehave. You are such a beautiful thing, but you are also clearly a stray, without a proper home. Look at you! What a mess.” He stops in front of you again. “Off with that shirt.”
It’s hard to keep an innocent expression on your face when he says that, but you try, pursing your lips a little. Your skin tingles with suspense as you make a show of it, slowly lifting your shirt, pulling it against your breasts so that they drop when the shirt comes up. Luckily the shirt is still covering your face when you hear his indrawn breath; he can’t see your smile. You peel the shirt all the way off and let it drop. You keep your arms in the air and cock your hips to the side a little. Your skin tingles again, this time from the chill of the air. You just wanted to tease him, since you know how you look topless with your arms in the air, but it suits his plan.
“Excellent,” he says “stay like that.” and turns and grabs something black from the box and walks around behind you. He puts something over both hands. You think it’s a bind for your arms but he peels it all the way past your head to your armpits. It takes all your concentration not to giggle, because he is being so gentle. This is punishment? Then he reaches round and grabs the front and pulls it down over your breasts. It’s a tube top! You straighten it up on you as he walks back round to the front. It’s barely wider than his belt. In fact it’s perfectly slutty, managing to hide neither cleavage nor under-boob. He gives you an appraising look. It is also very tight. His smile widens.
“Much better” he declares. “OK, turn around.”
You turn around, sticking your back side out to him playfully. He pulls your pants down in back, exposing your cheeks. By this point you have forgotten about the tail sticking out of your ass. He has not. He gives it a firm pull, not hard enough to pull out a bead, but hard enough to pull a sound out of you.
“Yolp!” you declare intelligently, suddenly standing very still.
“Now I know I’m not supposed to pull on a kitty’s tail,” he says. Well, not always, says the part of your brain that likes what’s going on down there. He releases gently, then pulls again, releases and then pulls again, somehow never quite pulling that friggin bead out. Damn. “But I really want to get your attention for this next part.” Pull. Release. That friggin bead has my attention, Daddy. You nod your head, not wanting to speak, suddenly aware that you have been holding your breath. Still slowly pulling and releasing, he speaks.
“You,” he says, and smacks the top of your left cheek. Oh.
“Are, ” and smacks the top of your right cheek. My.
“Mine, ” and finally pulls that first friggin bead all the way out. God.
“Those pants are dreadful, take them off.” Your knees tremble a bit as you stand up, the tail held in place by the remaining two beads. You pull your sweat pants down and step out of them and then peel off your soaked panties and drop them to the floor. You look back at him. He looks down at your spent clothes with a frown. You kick them to the side with your foot. He chuckles and smiles. He steps back and sits down with the golden box to one side and pats the bed to his other side. You sit, ass cheeks tingling, as he pulls out a black scrunchy and pair of wicked black heels. “Put these on.” You sweep your hair back into a ponytail with the scrunchy. The air feels good on your neck. You slip on one shoe. You admire how the shiny black leather looks against your bare skin. You slip on the other. They fit perfectly.
“Let’s have a look at you,” he says. You stand and, doing your best not to catch the heels in the rug, turn for him so he can appreciate his kitty from all sides and come to a stop with your hands on your hips, legs together, hips slightly cocked, looking at him. “Oh yes,” he says. “That will do nicely. Very nicely indeed.” He gets up and steps forward onto the rug. He stands in front of you, that bit of blue underwear visible through his unbuckled pants, his excitement evident. “On your knees.”
Careful of the heels you go down on your knees, smiling. You have been expecting this! He smiles back, and slaps you hard on the left cheek.
“Stop smiling”.
Ok, that you weren’t expecting. Ow. Your smile turns to a frown as his hand comes up again, but he is only stroking the spot he has struck gently, looking at you intently, looking for more sass in you that might need slapping out. Cheek stroking turns to cheek grabbing then he sticks his thumb in your mouth. You suck on it hard, maintaining the frown and the eye contact. This gets a reaction.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” he says, as if he were the one tasting you, his eyelids half shut and breathing deep, releasing the hold on your jaw and just allowing you to suck as he slowly pulls his thumb out. You resist, sucking as hard as you can to keep his thumb in. His eyes widen and he pulls just a bit harder. His thumb pops out of your mouth with a kissy noise. You take a breath. Your eyes go from his face, to his unzipped pants, then back.
“Take it out.”
Finally! You feel the heat in your groin. You take your time, savoring the moment. You grab the top of his pants with one hand and his zipper with the other, and unzip him slowly, looking back up at his face just as you finish. You are careful not to smile, but you notice the edge of his lip rise as you let go of the zipper and open his pants wider, revealing more of his blue underwear, his manhood stretching the fabric. You put your eyes on the prize. Yum.
Always down for a good cock drop, you peel his underwear back slowly on purpose. You pinch the waistband on each side with both hands, and slowly start sliding the front down, angling toward him slightly as you go, putting pressure on that bulge as the waistband passes by. His cock flops out gloriously: stiff enough to show its heft, but soft enough to jiggle around hypnotically. You can’t take your eyes off it. I want this. You reach for it. Slap! Again your left cheek burns. Instinctively, you put your arm down.
“Did I say you could touch it?”
You didn’t expect the slap. The heat rises in you more and you can’t find your words. You are watching his dick stiffen slightly. The slap clearly has him excited as well. You look up.
“Did I?” he asks, his voice louder.
Slap! This time your right cheek. Ow. Your head turns with the slap but you bring it around and face him again, frowning.
“No, sir.” By now your pussy is throbbing in time with your heartbeat.
“Down on all fours,” he says. You lean forward on your hands immediately, looking right at his cock. It has stiffened even more, but is still bending down slightly, not yet fully erect.
“Open your mouth.” You are a machine that obeys. You know what he wants; you make your lips into a little “O” shape and wait, frowning up at him. He doesn’t hesitate. He grabs both sides of your face and presses his cock into your little “o” mouth - just the tip - and rocks it in and out. You oblige by sucking on it like hard candy. Keeping your face as still as you can.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhh,” he says, with a moan that seems to go on forever, which only gets you going even more. He becomes fully erect while in your mouth. “Good girl,” he says. The blood rushing to your pussy is making it itch down there! You need some touch, damnit!
He starts to speed up his pace a bit. His grip on your face gets tighter. He is penetrating further into your mouth with each stroke. His hands shift. He grabs your throat with one hand. He grabs your ponytail with the other hand. He’s pumping your mouth good, but always holding some length back, thrusting away, but never quite deep enough to make you gag. The itch in your crotch is insane. Before you know it you take one hand off the floor and start fingering yourself. It feels so good! But you know you fucked up and snatch your hand away even as he is pulling out of your mouth.
“I’m sorry, Daddy! I didn’t mean to…” You look up, expecting fire and fury, but he is actually looking down at you with a crooked smile. The fear on your face pleases the predator in him. To mollify him you hold your hands behind your back, hand holding wrist, and raise your eyebrows as if to say Will this do? By way of answer he grabs your head and fucks your face. As before his hands stray to your throat. To your ponytail. His dick tastes different. Is that precum? His pace quickens. He is making a grunting noise. His thrusting gets too crazy. His cock starts hitting the back of your throat. You choke and lose your grip on your own arm. He lets go of your head and pulls out. You look up. Again he is looking back not with anger, but with a crooked grin. Your mouth is full of saliva. You swallow and lick your lips for good measure. His grin widens. Maintaining eye contact, he pulls his pants and underwear off while speaking.
“You are being a bad kitty”
You nod your head and pout a bit.
“A bad kitty deserves a spanking”
You nod your head and then drop your head forward looking at the floor. You want to appear subservient but you also don’t want him to see the little smile you can’t quite hide.
“Come here, little one. Across my knees,” he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You try to obey, but he has his legs spread and cock pointing at the sky. “Across his knees” becomes more “Get as close as you can and press your tits down on his dick”. He doesn’t complain. He starts off by rubbing your ass with the flat of his hand, little circles that touch first one cheek, then the other. He starts to list your crimes, punctuated with slaps. As he calmly names the crime he rubs your ass. After a pause he slaps a cheek. There is no pattern to how long the pause or which cheek will get the slap next. But each slap is slightly harder than the one before.
“Speaking my name,” slap.
“Grabbing the box,” slap.
“Immoral activity,” Slap.
“Flight risk,” Slap.
“Coming without permission,” SLAP.
“Smiling,” SLAP.
“Grabbing my package,” SLAP.
“Grabbing your box,” SLAP!
“The list goes on,” he concludes, with no slap, “but you know what you have done.” The ass rubbing turns to pussy rubbing.
“Unnnnn,” you agree, incoherent now that you are finally getting some more touch. You spread your legs a little to give him more room and he uses it, man handling your labia and clit in wonderful little circles.
“Are you going to be a good kitty?” Circles.
“Yyyyy,” you say, trying your best to agree but words won’t come out quite right. Circles, circles.
“Mmmmm? What was that?” he teases. Circles, circles, circles.
“Yes” you finally manage to blurt out.
“Good” he says and instantly pulls his hand away!
“Nooooooooo” you say, feeling the cold air where his hand used to be, feeling your juices dripping down your thigh. You get up off him and give him your biggest pout, bottom lip out.
“Are you frustrated?” he asks. “Good, ” he says, not waiting for an answer.
“Now get up on the edge of this bed. Face down here. Ass up. Perfect. Good girl. Now remember, you must ask for permission,” he says, grabbing your tail now that your ass is in the air. He pulls on it enough that you really feel the pressure, but not enough that another ball pops out. He releases and pauses, then continues. Pull, hold, release. Yeah, that feels good. Pull, hold, release. Sometimes he shakes it a little during the hold. You shudder. Keeping it up he positions himself behind you. You feel the inside of his legs touching the outside of yours. He is going to mount you! Fuck, yes. You lift your ass even higher, as high as it will go. While pulling on that tail he pushes his cock into your pussy in a single slow thrust and just leaves it there while playing with your tail. Pull, hold, release. It’s playing with your mind. Pull, hold, release. You don’t even know how long it goes on for. Pull, hold, shake, release. You feel the heat rising. Oh shit you are going to come!
“Daddy, can I come?” you ask.
“No” he says, and to underscore this statement he starts moving his cock in and out slowly as well. Pull, hold, release. Ok that does not help. The tail play does not let up, but his cock thrusting is getting harder.
“Pleeeeeeeeeeease?” you say, jumping straight to begging. Pull, hold, release.
“No honey, not yet. Just hold on”.
“Just” seems like such an unfair word. You clench your teeth and hang on. He slowly increases the pace of his dicking, while keeping up the tail play. Pull. Hold. Release. You are going to come if he keeps that up. You need a distraction.
“I have been a bad kitty,” you say. He gets the hint and drops the tail and spanks you instead. Little slaps, but hard ones. Right at the top of your ass. Slap! Slap on the left cheek. Slap! Slap! Slap on the right.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Left and right cheeks: both getting pink. Slap! Slap! Slap! It helps you calm down and focus, but not him. If anything you feel him get even harder inside you. And harder. He stops slapping and instead grabs your hips with both hands and just dicks you down into the bed with massive thrusts, making a “Uh” sound with each thrust, the bed rocking side to side. You keep your head up. Don’t want to smear those whiskers into the bed! His thrusts are getting harder. A low moan comes out of you. Perhaps this gets him too excited. Perhaps he thinks you are too excited. Either way he says “No” and slows down his thrusts, pulls out and steps back. You feel the breeze on your ass. You shiver a little.
“You have been bad,” he says. “Flip over on your back, now. Excellent. Ok, head up here on the pillow,” he says, taking two of those fluffy black strips of cloth from the golden box. “And the stick has not worked, so maybe it is time to try the carrot, eh? “Lie back. That’s it. Hands over your head now. Good girl,” he says, tying first one of your hands, then the other to the bedposts, leaving some slack dangling. As before you can’t keep your eyes off his cock jangling around as he does this. He gets up on the bed with you. “Lift” he says, tapping your right leg. You lift it into the air. He grabs your left ankle and brings it to your left hand and ties with the dangling slack. “Now this one” he says, grabbing your right ankle and tying it to your right hand the same way. This opens up your pussy and ass, pointing them up slightly. Very breezy, you think. He notices your tail, with only one bead pulled out, is caught under your leg. He pulls it out and straightens it. He gets off the bed and steps back to look at you. The look on his face says it all. You really are his now. Pinned up like this in a big “V”, shiny black pumps in the air, he can do what he likes with you. The frightened face you give him is half real.
“Very bad,” he says, returning to the topic at hand. “The stick has not worked so far,” he declares, with just a tiny glance down at his dick, “so maybe it is time to try the carrot, eh?” He looks at your right bed side table. “Now, where do you keep your toys, I wonder? Here?” His first guess is right: the bottom drawer. He pulls out the big Hitachi magic wand, a wicked grin on his face. “This carrot should do nicely,” he says, flicking it on. It starts humming loudly. He looks at you and raises his eyebrows, realizing you had it on a very high setting the last time you used it. “Tch, Tch” he clicks, shaking his head. He adjusts the wand and the hum gets lower and quieter. He scootches up on the bed a bit and lays on his side, but diagonally, with his face right by your crotch, leaning on his left forearm. He holds the wand in his right hand pointing down at your pussy and presses it right on your clit, applying firm pressure.
“Ahhhhhhh” you say, cause that does feel good. He could up the damn speed, though, you think. Then he leans in and starts licking all the areas under the wand, and you reassess. Well… At first he is like a friggin mother cat, just in there cleaning up her kitten. Your pussy juice must be delicious to this man, because he is not leaving a drop behind. Now he stiffens his tongue and is tracing little lines up and down your vulva. First one side, then the other. OK. One side, then the other. Shit. You are hypnotized and not expecting it when he shoves that stiffened tongue right inside you, pulls out and shoves it in again. He doesn’t stop. In and Out. He is tongue punching you with a vengeance and now that wand held against your clit feels like the perfect setting, now that you think about it. I can handle this, you think. But then you find out that his left hand has found your tail, because he gives it a little tug.
“Fuck,” you say out loud, and he pulls his tongue out of you, only long enough to speak.
“Language, dear,” he says, plunging his tongue back into you. He releases the pressure on the tail, then tugs again. Oh god, not the tail play again! Just three rounds of Pull, hold, release with the wand up against you and that tongue plunging in and out and you are there. He pulls and then holds. And holds. And holds, increasing the pressure slightly. You struggle to get words out, trying to ask permission to come, but it’s too late. He pulls enough that one more bead comes out of your ass and that sends you over the edge. Your face screws up into an expression that looks like agony, your throat constricts. Something comes out of you, but it’s not words, and it’s dribbling down his chin. You are rocking back and forth onto his tongue, letting it flow.
“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn,” is what you finally say.
He just holds that tongue stiff and motionless as you ride it to completion. Your hips fall back down as you relax. “I’m sorry Daddy…..I just….unnnnnh.” You can’t complete the thought because he is back to the mother cat impression, licking everything off you. This tickles insanely so you hold your breath, letting it out in a big sigh when he is finally done.
You let your head roll back and close your eyes. You are buzzing at this point. You can feel everything that touches your skin. You open your eyes and look at him. He wipes his hand over his mouth, then licks his fingers absently, as he speaks.
“Well the carrot was a delicious snack I must say,” he announces, and shuts off the wand. He sits up and puts the wand aside. “But it clearly has not stopped you from being extremely naughty, has it?”
You shake your head “no”, eyes wide, as he gets up on the bed and kneels in front of you, looking down.
“Well, let’s try this, then, shall we?” and he leans forward and grabs your neck quite firmly with both hands. “How is this done,” he says to himself as he adjusts his grip, finding the carotid arteries in your neck. “Here we go”. Then he bears down and, at first, the crazy look of pleasure on his face as he chokes you is more unsettling than the lack of oxygen, but that doesn’t last. Just as your head starts to swim he lets up and asks, in all seriousness, “How was that?” as you take in a breath.
Your eyes go wide at the question, but you answer honestly. “Ulp.”
“Excellent, the treatment seems to be working.” and he bears down again. He is not actually stopping you from breathing but the pressure on your arteries is stopping the flow of oxygen to your brain all the same. You feel the world start to sway and your vision goes funny. You make gulping noises and he lets go. You gasp and look up at him as you catch your breath. His crazy look has intensified. He looks down at your chest, the tight tube top stretched across your tits, your nipples poking crazy little cones into the fabric. He reaches down with both hands and lifts the top up to your armpits. Your breasts bounce out. He smacks the left one lightly, but firmly. It’s not that bad but any smack on the tits hurts a little.
“Ow,” you say.
“Hold your tongue, sweetie,” he says, breathing harder. Smack! Right titty. Smack! Smack! Left titty. You clench your teeth and close your eyes. He smacks your face, instead. Smack! Your left cheek burns.
“Eyes open”. You open them. Smack! He smacks your right tit one more time, but then he stops and just looks down at you breathing heavily. You look down. No jangling around now, his cock is completely erect. Apparently he likes titty smacking a lot. But he seems satisfied, done with torturing your tits. Thank Christ. You look up and he is untying your feet. Your legs come down and blood rushes back to your legs. It feels good. You didn’t notice them going numb! He unties your arms and you put them at your side. Ahhhhh. He gets up off the bed and looks down at you.
“Get up.” You climb off the bed and stand in front of him, unsteady on the high heels, your tube top pulled up to your armpits and your tits hanging out, nipples stiff. He stands in front of you, hard cock pointing up, breathing heavy. He is charged up.
“Turn around.” You spin around facing the bed.
“Hands behind your back.”, You put your hands back, one hand holding a wrist, and lean over slightly, sticking your ass out. A primal grunt comes out of him.
“On your knees.” You carefully kneel down.
“Spread your legs.” You pull your knees a little farther apart, still kneeling.
“Bend over,” he says, but doesn’t wait for you to actually do it. He just pushes down on your back with his left hand, forcing you to bend over, his left hand grabbing your tail. Your face is right in front of the bed as he starts pulling at the tail. He doesn’t play hold and release, though. He just applies steady pressure. Apparently he likes what he is seeing back there and starts breathing even deeper. He increases the pressure more and more till the third and final bead comes popping out of your ass and he removes the tail completely, then lets it fall to the side.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” you say as it comes out, your ass gaping. He positions himself behind you, squatting. He grabs his dick and points it down, into your waiting hole, and shoves it in slowly, but firmly and just stays there for a moment. Holy Fuck. The feeling is incredible. He is rock hard. He is breathing heavily. He must want to go nuts and start pounding, but he goes slowly. Pulls out just a bit, then pushes in a bit and holds. Maybe he is being gentle, trying not to hurt you. Maybe he is going slow so he doesn’t come right away. You don’t give two shits, it feels great. He ups the pace a bit, slow strokes in and out. He starts moaning. He grabs your ass for support. His strokes get faster. His moaning gets louder. His legs start shaking; squatting behind you like this is taking a toll on him. He pulls out and stands up.
“Up on the edge of the bed,” he says, “and face me.” You stand up, turn around, and sit on the bed, looking at him. “Lie back and hold your legs up”. You lie back, pointing your legs up. You spread them into a V, and then grab your legs below the knees. You are ready. Your ass is ready. He steps forward, grabs his dick, points it down, aims, and pushes inside you again. He grabs your legs by the ankles so you let go of your legs. Wanting to grab something, you grab your own tits. You look up at him thrusting into your ass with that half crazed expression. Hot. Your pussy starts itching like crazy, wanting some touch.
“Can I rub my pussy, Daddy?” you ask. His eyes open wide. He loves this idea.
“Yes!” You let go of your right titty and start fingering yourself, maintaining eye contact. He ups the pace. You let go of your left titty and use your hand to spread your cheeks a little further. He is banging your ass, but watching you finger yourself with laser focus. He can’t get enough. He looks fully crazy now, fully beast. His cheeks are flushed red and his eyes are slightly crossed. Seeing him watch you like this gets you so hot. You know exactly how to get yourself there fast, so you go to town on your pussy while watching him intently. This sends him over the edge.
“Can I come, Daddy?” you ask, as much for his sake as your own. You know he is already coming, and so are you.
“Yes!” he says, pumping half of what he has up your ass. He lets go of your legs, pulls out, and spills the rest across your stomach and tits. “Yesssssssssssss,” he says, grabbing his spewing cock and flicking it down, throwing the last of his cum down on you “Yesssssss!” You rub the last of it out of you staring up at him flinging down the final drops, holding your legs in the air. Spent, you let go of your pussy and let your legs bend at the knee.
You are both breathing heavily as he reaches down, scoops up a big wad of cum from your stomach and draws three marks on your left cheek, completing your whiskers. He looks at his handiwork and decides to touch up a little on the right cheek as well. Must have smeared it after all, you think. Satisfied, he walks off to the bathroom. You let your legs fall and you cinch yourself onto the bed to get more comfortable. You get yourself lying crosswise on the bed, the end of your legs hanging off and sigh deeply. Good enough. You hear water running as you lie there, eyes closed, enjoying the buzzing feeling. You hear him step back to the bed and you open your eyes. He has two wet washcloths and is smiling at you.
“Here we go, baby. Let’s clean you up a bit, shall we?” He uses the first washcloth to wipe the blobs of cum off the front of you. He used warm water. It feels great. He folds that over on itself, hiding the mess inside, exposing one last clean surface. He wipes your pussy down as well. Then he goes over all the same areas with the second cloth which is dry. He folds the tube top back over your breasts. You sigh, satisfied.
“OK, into bed properly, now.” He helps turn you the right way, head-on-pillow, and steps back to look at you. He leans forward and straightens your cat ears. Wow, I can’t believe they stayed on. He takes out his phone and points it at you.
“Hell, yes.” he says, snapping some pics, your startled expression probably perfect. You will have to ask for those later when you care.
“Ok now, we can clean your face…” he starts to say, turning for the bathroom and more supplies but you stop him.
“No. I want to keep my whiskers for now”. He smiles broadly at that. You smile back. Then he goes about tidying up. He puts his underwear and pants back on. He buttons his shirt and tightens his tie up neatly. He leaves your collar and ears on you, but he takes off your shoes and puts them in your closet. He cleans off the wand and your tail and puts them in your drawer. He throws the fluffy cloth binds in. He pulls your leash out of the box and puts that in there, too, and closes the drawer. He leaves the box on the bed, takes his washcloths into the bathroom, andthen returns. He leans over and gives you a kiss on the forehead and then turns and leaves, but pauses at the door and turns back.
“I really love…” he starts.
Your eyebrows shoot up. Your eyes widen.
“...kitties. You know I really love kitties, right?” He finishes with a wicked smile. Asshole. But you smile, too, because you know what he really means.
[ THE END ]