When she came in the door to the foyer she found a note on the buffet. āHello kitten, Iāve been waiting for you.ā The note started. She noticed a trail of red rose petals leading down the hall. She also saw kitten ears and tail on the buffet next to the note, along with a blindfold.
āYou will notice that I have laid out ears and tail for you. You are to strip down and put those on. Put the provided blindfold on and insert the Bluetooth headphones. I want you to crawl for me kitten. You will find your way by following the rose petals that have been laid out for you. They will stop at a piece of our play furniture. I know youāre clumsy so please do not smack into it. We donāt need to start off with an injury kitty. When your there, climb on top of the furniture and kneel for inspection. I will be waiting.ā The note continued.
She made her way down the hall. Her 36DDD boobs swinging as she crawled. She used her hands to feel the rose petal path. Eventually she found herself in the playroom. She approached the cage with bench top and hopped onto it. As she sat there kneeling, head to the ground, Sir was walking around the bench, looking her up and down. He stopped, facing her front. He tapped under her chin with his riding crop saying, āChin up kitten, you need to keep eye contact even when your blindfolded.ā
Kitten didnāt like making eye contact. She felt that eyes were windows to the soul. Her soul had broken years ago. Sir wanted her to see that it wasnāt broken. Sir tried to love the pain away. Sir wished he could just make it all better for her. Sir wished she could see what he saw and just how amazingly beautiful she was inside and out. Her eyes belonged to him. If he wanted to gaze in them, Kitten would have to show them. So she did as told, even though still blindfolded. āYou are a very good kitty. You pass inspection.ā He said.
Sir decided to create a really tough predicament for Kitten to endure! First he attached the ball gag to Kittens head so that the dildo would deeply penetrate Kittens throat! Then he hobbled Kittenās ankles to her thighs and shackled Kittens wrists so she was balanced only on her knees. Next he chained Kittens nipples and pussy lips so she dare not move an inch on her wobbly knees. Finally he slid an ass hook with a big steel ball into Kittens ass and tied it to the ball gag so that if Kitten moved its head the hook would pull the ball deep into Kittens throat!
The position was so hard to hold and Kittens leg and arm muscles were screaming in pain. Kitten had to remain completely motionless or she would slip on her knees and pull her nipples or pull the dildo gag further into its throat and choke! Kitten was so worried that she slipped into space where she got the focus to stay calm and endure the pain and fear. After 15 minutes Sir said well done and released her, even undoing her blindfold. By that time Kitten was a slobbering mess of aching muscle and submission waiting for sirās next decision!
āHands above your head,ā Sir orders, and I do as Iām bid.
Jeez, my body hungers for him. I want him already.
Sir turns, and out of the corner of my eye, I watch him saunter back over to the chest of drawers, returning with the iPod and what looks like a leather eye mask. The thought makes me want to smile, but I canāt quite make my lips cooperate. I am too consumed with anticipation. I just know my face is completely immobile, my eyes huge, as I gaze at him.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Sir shows me the iPod. It has a strange antenna device. How odd. I frown as I try to figure this out.
āThis transmits whatās playing on the iPod to the system in the room.ā, Sir answers my unspoken query as he taps the small antenna. āI can hear what youāre hearing, and I have a remote control unit for it.ā He smirks his private-joke smile and holds up a small, flat device that looks like a very hip calculator. He leans across me, insuring the ear buds are secure in my ears, and puts the iPod down somewhere on the bed above my head.
āLift your head,ā he commands, and I do so immediately making direct eye contact with him.
Slowly, he slides the mask on, pulling the elastic over the back of my head, and Iām blind. The elastic on the mask holds the ear buds in place. I can still hear him, though the sound is muffled. as he rises from the bed. Iām deafened by my own breathing ā itās shallow and erratic, reflecting my excitement. Sir takes my left arm, stretches it gently to the left-hand corner, and attaches the leather cuff around my wrist. His big fingers stroke the length of my arm once heās finished . Oh! His touch elicits a delicious, tickly shiver. I hear him move slowly round to the other side, takes my right arm and cuffs it. Again, his big fingers linger along my arm. Oh myā¦ I am fit to burst already. Why is this so erotic?
He moves to the bottom of the bed and grabs both of my ankles.
āLift your head again,ā he orders.
I comply, and he drags me down the bed so that my arms are stretched out and almost straining at the cuffs. Holy cow, I cannot move my arms. A frisson of trepidation mixed with tantalizing exhilaration sweeps through my body, making me wetter. I groan. Parting my legs, he cuffs first my right ankle and then my left so I am staked out, spread-eagled, and totally vulnerable to him. Itās so unnerving that I canāt see him. I listen hardā¦ whatās he doing?
And I hear nothing, just my breathing and the pounding thud of my heart as blood pulses furiously against my eardrums.
Abruptly, the soft silent hiss and pop of the iPod springs into life. From inside my head, a lone angelic voice sings unaccompanied a long sweet note, and itās joined almost immediately by another voice, and then more voices ā Holy cow, a celestial choir ā singing acapella in my head, an ancient, ancient hymnal. What in heavenās name is this? I have never heard anything like it. Something almost unbearably soft brushes against my neck, running languidly down my throat, slowly across my chest, over my breasts, caressing meā¦ pulling at my nipples, itās so soft, skimming underneath. Itās so unexpected. Itās fur!
A fur glove?
Sir trails his hand, unhurried and deliberate, down to my belly, circling my navel, then carefully from hip to hip, and Iām trying to anticipate where heās going nextā¦ but the musicā¦ itās in my headā¦ transporting meā¦ the fur across the line of my pubic hairā¦between my legs, along my thighs, down one legā¦ up the otherā¦ it almost ticklesā¦ but not quiteā¦ more voices joinā¦ the heavenly choir all singing different parts, their voices blending blissfully and sweetly together in a melodic harmony that is beyond anything Iāve ever heard. I catch one word — ādeusā– and I realize they are singing in Latin. And still, the fur is moving down my arms and round my waistā¦ back up across my breasts. My nipples harden beneath the soft touchā¦ and Iām pantingā¦ wondering where his hand will go next. Suddenly, the fur is gone, and I can feel the fronds of the rose flogger flowing over my skin, following the same path as the fur, and itās so hard to concentrate with the music in my head ā it sounds like a hundred voices singing, weaving an ethereal tapestry of fine, silken gold and silver through my head, mixed with the feel of the soft suede against my skinā¦ trailing over meā¦ oh myā¦ abruptly, it disappears. Then suddenly, sharply, it bites down on my belly.
āUggh!ā I cry out. It takes me by surprise, and it doesnāt exactly hurt, but tingles all over, and he hits me again. Harder.
āUgh!ā
I want to move, to writheā¦ to escape, or to welcome, each blowā¦ I donāt know ā itās so overwhelmingā¦ I canāt pull my armsā¦ my legs are stuckā¦ I am held very firmly in placeā¦ and again he strikes across my breasts ā I cry out. And itās a sweet agony ā bearable, justā¦ pleasant ā no, not immediately, but as my skin sings with each blow in perfect counterpoint to the music in my head, I am dragged into a dark, dark part of my psyche that surrenders to this most erotic sensation. Yes ā I get this. He hits me across my hip. Then, moves in swift blows over my pubic hair, on my thighs, and down my inner thighsā¦ and back up my bodyā¦ across my hips. He keeps going as the music reaches a climax, and then suddenly ā the music stops. And so does he. Then the singing starts againā¦ building and building, and he rains down blows on meā¦ and I groan and writhe. Once again, it ceases and all is quietā¦ except my wild breathingā¦ and wild yearning. Forā¦ ohā¦
whatās happening? Whatās he going to do now? The excitement is almost unbearable. Iāve entered a very dark, carnal place.
The bed moves and shifts as I feel him clamber over me, and the song starts again. Heās got it on repeatā¦ this time itās his nose and lips that take the place of the furā¦ running down my neck and throat, kissing, suckingā¦ trailing down to my breastsā¦ Ah! Taunting each of my nipples in turnā¦ his tongue swirling round one while his fingers relentlessly tease the otherā¦ I groan, loudly I think, though I canāt hear. I am lost. Lost in himā¦ lost in the astral, seraphic voicesā¦ lost to all the sensations I cannot escapeā¦ I am completely at the mercy of his expert touch.
He moves down to my belly ā his tongue circling my navel ā following the path of the flogger and the furā¦ I moan. Heās kissing and sucking and nibblingā¦ moving southā¦
and then his tongue is there. At, the junction of my thighs. I throw my head back and cry out as I almost detonate into orgasmā¦ Iām on the brink, and he stops. Why god why did he stop?
No! The bed shifts, and he kneels between my legs. He leans toward the bedpost, and the cuff on my ankle is suddenly gone. I pull my leg to the middle of the bedā¦ resting it against him. He leans over to the opposite post and frees my other leg. His hands travel quickly down both my legs, squeezing and kneading, bringing life back into them. Then, grasping my hips, he lifts me so that my back is no longer on the bed. I am arched, resting on my shoulders. What? Heās kneeling up between my legsā¦ and in one swift, slamming move heās inside meā¦ oh fuckā¦ and I cry out again. The quiver of my impending orgasm begins, and he stills. The quiver diesā¦ oh noā¦ heās going to torture me further. What for?
āPlease!ā I wail.
He grips me harderā¦ in warning? I donāt know, his fingers digging into the flesh of my behind as I lay pantingā¦ so I purposefully still. Very slowly, he starts to move againā¦
out and then inā¦ agonizingly slowly . Holy fuck ā Please! Iām screaming insideā¦ And as the number of voices in the choral piece increasesā¦ so does his pace, infinitesimally, heās so controlledā¦ so in time with the music. And I can no longer bear it.
āPlease,ā I beg, and in one swift move, he lowers me back onto the bed, and heās lying on top of me, his hands on the bed beside my breasts as he supports his weight, and he thrusts into me. as A the music reaches its climax, I fallā¦ free fallā¦ into the most intense, agonizing orgasm I have ever had, and Sir follows meā¦ thrusting hard into me, three more timesā¦ finally stilling, then collapsing on top of me. As my consciousness returns from wherever itās been, Sir pulls out of me. The music has stopped, and I can feel him stretch across my body as he undoes the cuff on my right wrist. I groan as my hand is freed. He quickly frees my other hand, gently pulls the mask from my eyes, and removes the ear buds. I blink in the dim soft light and stare up into his intense gray gaze.
āHi,ā he murmurs.
āHi, yourself,ā I breathe shyly back at him. His lips quirk upinto a smile, and he leans down and kisses me softly.āWhat was that music?ā I mumble almost inarticulately.
āItās called Spem In Alium, or the Forty Part Motet, by Thomas Tallis. You did good today kitten and will be rewarded generously.ā Sir Said. As they laid in bed cuddling, kitten couldnāt think of anywhere she would rather be but by his side.
