You’re home from work. I know cause I heard your stomping and huffing as you set things down loudly in the kitchen.
“Hey, babe,” I holler a greeting from the couch. “How was work?”
You slam a cabinet shut as a response. I hear the glasses inside tremble and clink against one another.
“Stellar,” I think to myself.
I hear you shove a drawer closed harshly; the random utensils jostled within producing various metallic, sliding sounds adding a harshness of their own to the tune your mood is playing.
You sit down at the end of the couch with a heavy, annoyed sigh and down a third of your overpoured wine glass.
“Rough day, huh?,” I pry.
You ignore me. Cool.
I start again, “I know retail can be–”
“Don’t,” you cut me off with an attitude.
Uncalled for, but you’re clearly having a bad day so I let it slide. I don’t typically have any patience for the mini tantrum you’re throwing. Normally you know better.
Normally you’re a good girl. Sometimes you’re a playful brat. Both of them I adore. This is neither.
“Alright,” I say, letting it go and turning back towards the screen ahead.
“Do we have to watch this?,” you say distastefully while gesturing to the TV, wine glass in hand. “I don’t get why you–“.
“Enough!,”– I say louder than you, taking my turn to cut you off.
You stop immediately; turning to look from the screen to me. An angry sourpuss face glares at me with gritted teeth behind closed lips. “Ugh whatever,” you say cattily, looking away.
It gives me an idea.
“Go put your collar on,” I say sternly. Your face turns back to me in surprise. “NOW,” I emphasize.
“But-” you protest, but I speak over you.
“You want to be catty, I’ll treat you like pussy,” I say matter-of-factly. “Go,” I say firmly, gesturing with a nod in the bedroom’s direction.
“Fuck,” you mumble quietly before taking a huge gulp from your glass and setting it down.
You’re in for it, and you know it. You get up cautiously and slink away nervously to the bedroom.
Catty– It’s interesting to me just how different it is from bratty.
I get up to follow after you. I find you in the closet, your back to me.
You’re straightening the silver ring in the center of the thin black collar you’ve just fastened so that it sits over your throat squarely.
I waste no time. You know all the safe words and signs, and you adorning this little leather piece around your neck tells me you understand.
As your hands fall down to your sides, I grab your waist and pull you to the bed swiftly; your body’s roughly shoved onto the mattress. The gasp that leaves you is more excited fear than pain.
I like that. This is gonna be fun.
“Catty girls get treated like what?,” I ask you, pulling your shirt off and working my hand under your short skirt to pull off your panties.
You’re quickly coming undone as I turn you so you’re on all fours. You make a whiny sound that’s half indignation in not wanting to answer and half desperation.
A pause for a response and pull off my clothes. “I’ll give you a hint,” I add, running my fingers up your inner thigh to your pussy, leaving a slick trail from your labia to your clit. I roll it under my thumb and you purr out a moan instead of an answer.
You won’t get off this easily. “Kitten,” I prompt. “They get treated like what?”
I rub faster and you cry out, “Like pussy, Sir.”
“That’s right,” I say, pushing your upper body down so your ass is up. “And pussies get fucked,” I say, shoving my cock into you.
Your wince becomes a lusty moan after a few long, slow thrusts in and out of your soaked hole. “I thought pussies didn’t like to get wet,” I tease, quickening my pace so that I’m pounding into you. I watch your grip on the comforter tighten as I fuck your drowning pussy.
Wet sounds mix with the sighs and moans escaping fr9m you. I take you as I want, treating part of your body merely as a tool for my pleasure. Fucking your catty attitude away. Filling your pussy and emptying your mind.
I use you as I please. Hard and slow, fast and hard, slow and shallow, deep and hard. You take it all until I’m done giving it to you. Fucking you until I’m ready to cum inside. I pull your hips against me hard as I pour into you.
My exit leaves your pussy leaking; we both collapse, spent and breathing hard.
“Come on, pussycat,” I say, pulling the ring in your collar so you’re forced downwards by your neck. “Lick up the cream.”
Your pink tongue begins licking my cum and pussy-soaked cock clean. “Do a good job and we’ll see just how many of those 9 lives we can use up tonight, kitten.”
I briefly feel your mouth smile against my skin before lapping at me more earnestly. Eager to please and eager to be fucked.
Mmm… and just like that my good girl is back.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/p7snuo/catty_girls_get_treated_like_pussy_ds_mf
That’s the perfect idea I was looking for, thank you! Also very nicely written cheers