•Wet Dreams • \\Yoonmin\\

•Kitty

||Part 18

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"Come on don't be shy kitten, show me how a good kitty behaves."

Jimins cheeks turned a bright shade of red. His mind slipping into a submissive state. He could feel that this was another dream. He tried to wrap his mind around what was currently happening.

He was on the floor, his knees together on the ground and the palms of his hands on the ground. There was a blindfold covering his eyes, blinding him of what he really wanted to see..the man before him.

The first thing he herd when the dream started, someone telling him to be a good kitten. He could feel a shiver run down his spin when he felt what seemed to be a leather whip against his trembling skin.

It dragged against his back, over his ass and to his feet. He guessed he was almost completely naked due to the fact that he could feel the whip drag against mostly bare skin.

A small corseted vest covered his upper body, his lower body covered with nothing more than a stringy thong. His hole throbbed when he felt a tug on a fixed butt plug in his ass. Soft fur trailed down his left thigh from the plug..a cat tail.

He wore a pretty headband that decorated his head with cat ears. Suddenly, the whip landed harshly against his skin, more specifically his hands. It stung but he knew why he'd received it.

"Kitten, are you just going to sit there and look pretty or are you going to drink your milk." that sounded more like a command than a question. Jimin quickly patted his cuffed hands over the ground in front of him, finally finding the cat bowl full of milk.

"Drink it." the man commanded. The kitty obeyed without question. He was rather confused at first but it all makes sense now. He needs to show his master how a good kitty behaves.

Sticking his tongue out he drank his milk. Some of it sticky around his mouth and chin. He almost choked trying to swallow all his milk. Breathless, he looked back up, not being able to use his eyes but his other senses.

He couldn't wait for his reward. Jimin felt a tug at his neck, a well rounded collar secured around his neck. His master held the other end of the leash in his hand. The other caressed the pink haired boys cheek and then his head was pushed lower, all the way to his masters feet.

"M-maste-" but before he could finish a harsh surprise, he got hit even harder than before this time. His thighs trembling together as a red streak painted his skin.

"I don't remember kittens ever being able to speak." his masters words stirred his stomach. He didn't know why it turned him on so much. Regardless, he began licking the leather that made up his masters shoes.

The smooth material gathering his own milky saliva till his body couldn't take it anymore and he started trailing even further up the mans body sitting in front of him. He salivated for more.