The echo of the metal lock slamming shut causes a sensuous rush to course through my veins. My blood runs hot, flushing my porcelain cheeks. I hear the clanging of the handcuffs against the sleek leather of her pants. I am hers, the brand of her initials still sting on the inner part of my thigh. I don't look up from my submissive position, kneeling with my palms up on my thighs. I'm a hungry slave to my desires for my Mistress. She is my drug and I'm a hopeless addict. She sits directly in front of me, her ankles gracefully crossing each other. I keep my eyes to her feet, anxiously waiting for her next command. This is how we are, Mistress and I, I'm her slutty kitten. Every wish, every fantasy she wants I deliver to her willingly.
"Eyes, my kitten," she taps my chin with the end of her horse whip.
I lift my head to gaze up at her with my baby blue hues. A sensual smirk spreads across her ruby, silky lips and I know I'm in for some of her torturous ways. What would it be today? I can't help but wonder what whirls in her beast of a mind. I worship that mind, that mind which enchants my will. She stands to hook my leash onto my pink, satin collar. Her black, stiletto nails clink against my tag labeled 'Kitten' and I blush when the sharp tips graze my tight throat.
"Come, my kitten."
She gives my leash a tug and I quickly get on all fours, following her to the play room. I keep my eyes on the floor and I crawl helplessly behind her, being Mistress's good girl. I am lead to my human sized cat bed. Before she asks, I lower my head as she picks up my black cat ear head piece. The feeling of having my ears on makes me have all kinds of submissive emotions. She knows and adores it immensely. Her long, delicate fingers run through my chocolate locks. I rub my cheek into her palm, unable to resist licking her passing hand. She chuckles with a twinkle in her emerald eyes, rubbing her thumb over my full lips. The sun casts an angelic glow around the crown of her head. My heart flutters at the beauty that is my Mistress. I timidly sit on the cat bed and whimper softly. It's so hard to remain good when she's so beautiful. The slight gold tint to her skin seems to glimmer from the sun's rays. I am once again, thrown by her exquisite beauty.
"My kitten, do you long to touch me?"
I squeeze my thighs together, urging the throbbing to cease. Gulping, I nod my head yes shyly. Her chuckle become deeper in her throat, she's getting wet too. I hide my excited grin by biting my lip. This doesn't go past her.
"You're biting that lip, on your feet Kitten. Now!"
A squeak like mew spurts from my lips as I do what she asks of me. I'm quaking as she wraps the leash around her hand, yanking my neck back till it's in within her teeth's reach. I close my eyes in tremendous bliss from her rough side. This is how I love to be, under the power of my dominant. None before my Mistress can do what she does, fill my needs like she can. Waves of warming chills run across my trembling body as her teeth press into the tender spot of my jugular. My hands grip into her shoulders, whining from her possessive ways of taking my body. Her lip cast over my ear...
"Say it; say what I love to hear my dirty girl."
My heart leaps in my chest, oh how she spellbinds me. Forever we are bound, Mistress and Kitten.
"I am yours, do what you will with me!" I whimper, locking eyes with her.
The rest of the world falls to ashes as she scoops me up, aggressively tossing me onto our bed. I spread my legs for her to view the dripping of my bare sex. The sight captures her hungry glare, practically eating me alive already. My head falls onto the pillow once she swiftly pins my arms against the antique headboard. The sun becomes blocked by the growing darkness of a sudden storm. A clap of thunder erupts from outside as she strips the reminder of her clothing. Finally! I get to look upon my Mistress in all of her stunning glory. Brewing with mischief, she cups her ample breasts while straddling my curvy hips. I begin to pant when she pinches her rosy nipples to a peak. Dear god, I groan and wiggle beneath her softness.
"Do you need me, baby girl?" She whispers, almost with innocence in her soft voice.
But oh, we both know neither one of far from any definition of innocent. We are hungry, sensual, animalistic women. I used to be afraid of the act of sex, but under her guidance, I emerged a woman. There isn't a day where I don't show my Mistress my gratitude for her love and care. And without question, I'd do this forever.
"Yes, kitten needs you mommy," I blush when it comes out of my mouth. But the need is so great, the ache so red hot I cannot help myself. Her hands drift away from her body and cup my flushed face. The feverish glare turns soft; a gentler smile crosses her face. She loves it when I call her mommy. It brings forth the caregiver within her. Instead of clawing or dragging me to her, she slides off me and cradles me to her chest. I look into her face in surprise, thrown by the change of pace. Her lips plant gingerly across my forehead. "I know what you need, sweet one," she says, kissing my nose. She sweeps a curl from my cheek, cupping her right breast to my lips.
"Suck on mommy, my little kitten."
I eagerly take what she offers, her harden nub rubbing on the tip of my tongue. I swirl it about and greedily suckle on her motherly flesh. My mind grows fuzzy; the little in me comes out. Once again, my eyes fall shut but this time in utter comfort. Mommy's milk slowly drips into my hungry mouth. The rough fucking can wait, nothing can compare to the tenderness of nursing on my mommy dominant. I feel her hand supporting my head; it makes my trembling stop and fully relaxes in the safety of her loving embrace. "M..mommy taste good," I whine. All the while I knead on her perfection like the little kitten I am. Her embrace tightens, a moan escaping her throat. I'm exciting her from the tugging of my mouth. I nip the sensitive nipple, my own hunger stirring a raw side of me. Raw hunger, passion...a colliding of love and lust mixed together. The sound of the thunder would normally frighten me. However, feeling mommy's body around me, I know that I'm safe from any harm. Her velvet hands grace the small of my back and the slope of my butt. I whimper, wiggling my bottom in her hand. She knows what I'm silently asking for. My legs are parted; my clit is pinched gently between her forefinger and thumb. I release her nipple and cry out in pleasure.
"Oh sweet baby," she pants into my brown locks, "Mommy will make love to you now, I need you."
Mommy needs me; I melt under her and bite my lip as her fingers enter my wet temple. My dampen flower clenches around her units. Surely feeling just how soaked I have been since the moment I knelt in front of her. There's never been a moment, I haven't wanted tofall to her feet and be everything she needs. I've only been her submissive,her little for a few months and I'm already willing to devote my every wakinghour to her. Once she sent me a message on the kink site, I knew there would be something amazing between us. Now here we are, wrapped up in each other and becoming one. Three of her slim fingers reach within the depths of me and my eyes roll back in surrender. I lift my hips, her pace agonizingly slow.
"Please..." I gasp for breath.
Her need for me must be strong; she doesn't tease me any longer. I'm swept onto her lap quick as a flash; my lips are sealed to hers as she begins to pump into me hard and fast. Her arm becomes like a jack hammer, swiftly taking me as my cries become raggedy screams. Rainbows of colors shatterbehind my eyes as our tongues crash into each other's mouths. I dig my anklesinto her back as I felt the steady rise of my tide caressing the shore of mypussy. I am the ocean to her shore, always coming back to her, a never endingcourse to my beloved. Everything starts and ends with her.
"Cum for me, cum for me my precious girl!" She cries into my neck.
I've been holding it back for what seems like hours. I receive her permission, no use in hold anything back now. With a jerk of my hips, I muffle my cry of orgasm into her shoulder. We fall onto the mattress together, an entanglement of arms and legs. Her hair combines with mine like a crown as the softness of her melds with mine. We share another kiss, lazy kissing after our love making. The bed sags behind me; I catch the smirk of my Mistress.
"Well hello, dear husband. Looks like you're just in time for round two..."
