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Cat Becomes His Slave

She came home from work to find the house dark, a single light illuminating a note. It read: 'You did not suck off my morning wood, leaving me make up for your error. Tonight will be your punishment.' Already wet, she turned the note over to find written, 'Remove your clothes and wait in the bedroom, spread eagle on the bed, eyes closed. Do not move, do not close your legs, do not make a sound, and do not open your eyes until you have my express permission. You know what further defiance will bring.'

Legs trembling, not knowing what to expect, she walked up the stairs to the bedroom, removing her clothing as she went. Embarrassed being completely exposed, she left on her blue satin thong. Surely that wouldn't be too bad. She laid with her legs apart, arms spread wide and waited.

For what seemed like well over an hour, she lay there, getting wetter by the second. At the moment she couldn't stand it anymore, and her hips began to gyrate in the anticipation of future attention, she heard him enter.

Her eyes were closed, but she could feel his shadow from the hall light he turned on fall across her face. She imagined it running over her breasts, caressing her before he came near. Her fantasy was interrupted by a sharp sting to her left tit.

She bit her lip to keep from gasping, not wanting to disappoint him. When the second strike came, she lost control and a small whimper slipped out. She heard him back away and tensed for a harder strike in return for her sound.

Instead, all she felt was the cold metal of the handcuffs. She heard him working as he tied her down spread eagled on the bed, legs stretched to the limit, so there was no hiding any of her pussy, now soaking wet. He paused, and she could feel his attention directed between her legs.

The air tensed as he saw and she realized her mistake. He fumbled around the dresser, and suddenly SHE felt cold metal on her upper thighs. She recognized the distinctive sound of scissors as he removed them from her leg. He was going to cut her best thong!

"Open your mouth." She did. "Now your eyes." She looked and saw her thong hanging over her open mouth. The thong that was in her ass and against her pussy all day. It was soaked in her own juices. When he saw the shock register in her eyes, he shoved it in her mouth, all the way in, and she could taste herself on it.

He tied more rope around her mouth, tight, so her mouth stayed open and her tongue was forced against the undergarment. Her eyes teared up from the strain in her jaw. He grabbed her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks, and turned me towards him.

"Now. We're going to have to teach you proper manners, aren't we. What happens now, and whatever follows tonight, is a direct result of you failing to preform your womanly duties." He dug his fingers in her now bare pussy, and wiped the juices over her face, into her mouth.

He rummaged around, and She followed him with her eyes. He pulled out the clamps. He connected one to each nipple, and a chain connected them. He gave a few test pulls, gauging the pain in her eyes with each tug. Grabbing her throat he pressed his lips close to her ear. "You like that don't you slut? You like that pain? You want to be used? Feel how wet you are," he said, painfully digging his hand into her slit, pressing against the pelvic bone, pressing painfully deliciously hard on her clit.

She moaned into her underwear, not caring what he called her, as long as he brought the delicious pain and pleasure she knew he could. He turned from her again, and when he returned, she couldn't see what was in his hand. He grinned, and she felt very quickly what it was. The glass dildo, fresh from the freezer. The icy glass made her shriek and squirm against the tight bounds.

When he entered her with it, her eyes rolled in icy pain, pleasure that was excruciatingly, exquisitely painful. He brought the still cold glass to her nipples, rubbing the lubricated piece over her nipples until they were painfully hard, aching for the warmth of his mouth to take the ice away. Instead, he took away the dildo, ran it under steamy water, and plunged the glass back into her still frozen pussy.

The heat brought fire to places deep inside her. Soon she was begging for the ice to quench the fire. He dangled her between the two, fire and ice, until she was dripping in her own juices. He wiped up her pussy with the dildo, and untied her. He placed the dripping dildo into her hands, and pulled her close by one of the clamps.

"I want you to suck all your cum off of this cock. Every single drop. I want you to moan with each swallow. And. I want you to make that cock come. If you fail, I will rip these clamps off of you."

She whimpered at the impossible task, the inevitable results, and the impending punishment. But still, there was no arguing or the punishment would be even worse. She performed the greatest oral of her life, desperately, madly wishing this inanimate glass cock would come, just so she could avoid the pain of the clamps ripped violently, mercilessly off her tits.

"Stop." His voice came deep, short, raspy. She could hear the passion in his voice, and trembled. Punishments were even worse when he was especially lustful.

"Put it down. Good. Now, on your knees. Clasp your hands behind your back, tits out. Yes. Spread your legs, let me see that cunt." He laughs, and shows me what is in his hand... the whip. "In addition to the clamps being ripped off, you will also be whipped for two minutes straight. Whole body. Then I will pull them off. Slowly or quickly is decided by how well you please me. I want you to stay as still as possible, and be as loud as possible. We'll see if I can make you squirm."

He waited for the minute mark, and began to strike her body. Starting with her ass, whipping it until she was sure it was cherry red, and continuing until she was screaming. He then switched around, whipping her thighs, calves, stomach, even the bottom of her feet. She screamed, but held her ground and didn't move. She began to drip between her legs, but she stayed still.

Then for the second minute, he turned his attention to the parts he had so far overlooked. He lightly slapped the whip against her pussy, her fluids making a liquid sound that was embarrassing and intoxicating. He then began to work on her tits. Beginning from the bottoms of the breasts softly, he moved upward and increased intensity until he got to her nipples. Bright red and sore from the clamps, she whimpered as he brushed the tails over her nipples. They were the most sensitive she had ever felt them.

he was about to cry or come, and she wasn't sure which. He gripped the chain, pulling her tits tight until they felt as though they would rip, he lightly, then faster and harder began to whip that area and then paused, ripped the clamps off and whipped her one last sharp hard time, right across the nipples. She screamed then lay back, curled up, trembling.

He finished jacking off, she hadn't even realize he had been doing it. He came on her face, down her stinging tits, and onto her arms. He shook his dick off then reached forward, twisting her nipple with a vicious pinch.

"Go get cleaned up. I need my slave pretty for the next session."She came home from work to find the house dark, a single light illuminating a note. It read: 'You did not suck off my morning wood, leaving me make up for your error. Tonight will be your punishment.' Already wet, she turned the note over to find written, 'Remove your clothes and wait in the bedroom, spread eagle on the bed, eyes closed. Do not move, do not close your legs, do not make a sound, and do not open your eyes until you have my express permission. You know what further defiance will bring.'

Legs trembling, not knowing what to expect, she walked up the stairs to the bedroom, removing her clothing as she went. Embarrassed being completely exposed, she left on her blue satin thong. Surely that wouldn't be too bad. She laid with her legs apart, arms spread wide and waited.

For what seemed like well over an hour, she lay there, getting wetter by the second. At the moment she couldn't stand it anymore, and her hips began to gyrate in the anticipation of future attention, she heard him enter.

Her eyes were closed, but she could feel his shadow from the hall light he turned on fall across her face. She imagined it running over her breasts, caressing her before he came near. Her fantasy was interrupted by a sharp sting to her left tit.

She bit her lip to keep from gasping, not wanting to disappoint him. When the second strike came, she lost control and a small whimper slipped out. She heard him back away and tensed for a harder strike in return for her sound.

Instead, all she felt was the cold metal of the handcuffs. She heard him working as he tied her down spread eagled on the bed, legs stretched to the limit, so there was no hiding any of her pussy, now soaking wet. He paused, and she could feel his attention directed between her legs.

The air tensed as he saw and she realized her mistake. He fumbled around the dresser, and suddenly SHE felt cold metal on her upper thighs. She recognized the distinctive sound of scissors as he removed them from her leg. He was going to cut her best thong!

"Open your mouth." She did. "Now your eyes." She looked and saw her thong hanging over her open mouth. The thong that was in her ass and against her pussy all day. It was soaked in her own juices. When he saw the shock register in her eyes, he shoved it in her mouth, all the way in, and she could taste herself on it.

He tied more rope around her mouth, tight, so her mouth stayed open and her tongue was forced against the undergarment. Her eyes teared up from the strain in her jaw. He grabbed her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks, and turned me towards him.

"Now. We're going to have to teach you proper manners, aren't we. What happens now, and whatever follows tonight, is a direct result of you failing to preform your womanly duties." He dug his fingers in her now bare pussy, and wiped the juices over her face, into her mouth.

He rummaged around, and She followed him with her eyes. He pulled out the clamps. He connected one to each nipple, and a chain connected them. He gave a few test pulls, gauging the pain in her eyes with each tug. Grabbing her throat he pressed his lips close to her ear. "You like that don't you slut? You like that pain? You want to be used? Feel how wet you are," he said, painfully digging his hand into her slit, pressing against the pelvic bone, pressing painfully deliciously hard on her clit.

She moaned into her underwear, not caring what he called her, as long as he brought the delicious pain and pleasure she knew he could. He turned from her again, and when he returned, she couldn't see what was in his hand. He grinned, and she felt very quickly what it was. The glass dildo, fresh from the freezer. The icy glass made her shriek and squirm against the tight bounds.

When he entered her with it, her eyes rolled in icy pain, pleasure that was excruciatingly, exquisitely painful. He brought the still cold glass to her nipples, rubbing the lubricated piece over her nipples until they were painfully hard, aching for the warmth of his mouth to take the ice away. Instead, he took away the dildo, ran it under steamy water, and plunged the glass back into her still frozen pussy.

The heat brought fire to places deep inside her. Soon she was begging for the ice to quench the fire. He dangled her between the two, fire and ice, until she was dripping in her own juices. He wiped up her pussy with the dildo, and untied her. He placed the dripping dildo into her hands, and pulled her close by one of the clamps.

"I want you to suck all your cum off of this cock. Every single drop. I want you to moan with each swallow. And. I want you to make that cock come. If you fail, I will rip these clamps off of you."

She whimpered at the impossible task, the inevitable results, and the impending punishment. But still, there was no arguing or the punishment would be even worse. She performed the greatest oral of her life, desperately, madly wishing this inanimate glass cock would come, just so she could avoid the pain of the clamps ripped violently, mercilessly off her tits.

"Stop." His voice came deep, short, raspy. She could hear the passion in his voice, and trembled. Punishments were even worse when he was especially lustful.

"Put it down. Good. Now, on your knees. Clasp your hands behind your back, tits out. Yes. Spread your legs, let me see that cunt." He laughs, and shows me what is in his hand... the whip. "In addition to the clamps being ripped off, you will also be whipped for two minutes straight. Whole body. Then I will pull them off. Slowly or quickly is decided by how well you please me. I want you to stay as still as possible, and be as loud as possible. We'll see if I can make you squirm."

He waited for the minute mark, and began to strike her body. Starting with her ass, whipping it until she was sure it was cherry red, and continuing until she was screaming. He then switched around, whipping her thighs, calves, stomach, even the bottom of her feet. She screamed, but held her ground and didn't move. She began to drip between her legs, but she stayed still.

Then for the second minute, he turned his attention to the parts he had so far overlooked. He lightly slapped the whip against her pussy, her fluids making a liquid sound that was embarrassing and intoxicating. He then began to work on her tits. Beginning from the bottoms of the breasts softly, he moved upward and increased intensity until he got to her nipples. Bright red and sore from the clamps, she whimpered as he brushed the tails over her nipples. They were the most sensitive she had ever felt them.

he was about to cry or come, and she wasn't sure which. He gripped the chain, pulling her tits tight until they felt as though they would rip, he lightly, then faster and harder began to whip that area and then paused, ripped the clamps off and whipped her one last sharp hard time, right across the nipples. She screamed then lay back, curled up, trembling.

He finished jacking off, she hadn't even realize he had been doing it. He came on her face, down her stinging tits, and onto her arms. He shook his dick off then reached forward, twisting her nipple with a vicious pinch.

"Go get cleaned up. I need my slave pretty for the next session."

cat   becomes   his   slave  

May 11, 2018 in bdsm

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