W.I.N.G.S.

Kitten

"How are you kitty cat." I smiled down at my baby kitty.

"Mdhusw" I heard him try to scream out through the tape covering his mouth.

"Aw kitten, did I tie you up to tight?" I asked while slowly lowering myself onto his lap.

I felt him squirm and fight against the rope that currently tied him down onto the wooden chair. I felt myself grow excited to the feeling of him struggling. I grinded myself against his leg feeling myself grow aroused the sight of my new kitten. My fingers played with the ends of his black soft hair that rested on his moist neck. I watched as a sweat droplet rolled down his temple, and instantly I leaned in and with my tongue and licked it loving the salty sour taste of his dirty skin and water.

"Kitten don't be afraid. You're shaking like a leaf. Are you cold?" I asked him while running my fingers through his hair repeatedly, obsessively.

I grazed his forehead feeling it. He was hot to the touch.

"Here let me cut this off. You're burning up." I said while swiftly standing up and taking long strides over to the old wooden table holding all of my play toys. Each one had my name engraved, C.C. for Caitlin.

I let my fingers glide against the handles and heads of everything resting on top of the sad wooden table. I brought my finger up to my mouth and stuck it in mouth leaving it there letting it get wet from the moisture of the warm cave. I took the kitchen knife with the dark wooden handle and swung it around while walking over to my baby kitten.

"Here kitty let's get you some air flow." I laughed while straddling his lap again.

I took the kitchen knife and brought it close to his chest, letting the tip rest against his white skin. I took the finger out of my mouth and ran it against his throat loving the moist feeling of my skin against his. Then, with the knife, I softly trail the top layer of his body until I reached the v of his satin button up. I slowly cut through the tread straining the button down. With an un-audible pop the first button broke lose. I followed after the next few repeating everything letting myself press hard enough against his skin to dent, but not tear it. I giggled with every button that broke.

His skin was so soft and beautiful. So smooth and clear. Untouch, and unscared. It was hard to find such pure kittens nowadays. He was so warm to touch, so alive. I could feel his pulse beat against my cold hands. I loved the contrast of our skin when pressed together. This is my favorite kitten. This is my baby kitten.

I held the knife right on his last button, and pressed that small amount pressure needed to tear through his skin. I watched as the droplets of blood dripped down his white skin staining his satin pink shirt. I reached down to touch it, mesmerized by just how beautiful it looked. So beautiful I could just eat it.

I brought the droplet to the tip of my tongue and let the metallic red drop tickle each taste bud. So. Fucking. Pure.

"Mmmm You taste so good. Lets keep going." I moaned letting the chill roll through my body.

I felt him jerk away from me further into the chair but I only sat closer. I heard him struggle against the gray tape on his face. I stared at the poorly drawn kitten nose, mouth and whiskers, not liking the way it looked. I loved the sounds of his muffled screams, but hated the way it looked.

"Here kitten. I want to hear you meow for me." I purred into his ear before grabbing the end of the tape and in one fast swipe ripping it off his face.

"Fuck you BITCH!" my kitten screamed.

I scowled not liking the way my kittens meows. I grabbed a hold of his face sinking my nails into his cheek. I felt him try to wiggle from my hold but that only caused me to dig my nails in harder. I leaned in and pressed my mouth onto his open one. I messily kissed him ending it with a suck on his bottom lip then pulling it out in between my teeth. I stayed there, and watched for a second at his pained face. I bit down hard and tasted his sweet blood on my lips. I release my hard hold and licked over the spot I just nipped making it feel ok.

"Kitten say those nasty words again, and I'll have to teach you how to meow. You don't want me to punish you. Right?" I asked while wrapping my arms around his shaking body and resting my head against his shoulder.

"Fuck you, you crazy bitch!" He spat out with pure hatred in laced in his voice.

"Alright kitty then we'll have to punish you then." I bounced up from his lap and bounced over to my wooden table of goodies. I took a hold of the long black slender whip and for fun slapped my arm with it.

I watched, mesmerized, as the blood slipped out of my skin and onto the surface. I licked it up and loved the taste of my own blood. Although, nothing compared to his, still good.

"Mmmmm." I moaned while turning to my bad kitty and walking slowly to him.

He was meowing like an angry kitten and so I lifted the whip and in one flick struck his leg.

"Ahhhh FUCK WHY?!" My kitty still meowed loudly and ugly.

I just smiled and flicked my whip again and again against his legs and arms leaving his chest unharmed. Soon enough my kittens awful meows turned into soft whimpers. I watched his body shake and his chest rise up and down slowly. His eyelids were droopy and he looked so fucking adorable.I dropped my whip and ran to his lap sitting on top of his bloody satin pants. Grabbed his chin and kissed him.

"Yes kitten like that. You look so beautiful like this. Here I could make you look even better. Like a work of art. My own purrrsinal project." I grabbed the forgotten knife off the floor and held it against his chest and slowly cut a straight line down his chest just enough to break skin. I repeated it again and again and different angles loving how his body flinched with every loving strike.

"Wow! It's so beautiful." I screamed, and he just shook uncontrollably.

"Here baby I have a beautiful collar for you." I said while wrapping the golden collar around his neck.

I sat back and took in the sight of my collar. It was beautiful and glittery. It had his name kitten written in glittering letters.

"Do you like it? You don't look like you do... Here let me paint on a smile!" I'm so smart.

I grabbed my handy knife and cut from the end of his mouth to halfway up his cheek in a curved line, and repeated it on the other side to mimic a big grin.

"There you go kitten you look happy." I squieled.

I watched his tears stream down his cheeks and his sweat and blood met as one and looked so tempting. I leaned down and tasted a mixture of his blood, sweat, and tears.

"Alright kitten that's it for now. I'll come back with a new tail and ears for you to! Night night." I said while tipping the chair over letting it fall backwards.