By : u/MoodyKitten07 and u/chen969
The cursor hovers over the link to their website : __NEKO – Master submission__. Did I really want to go there? I’d been going back and forth about it for ages now – ever since he joked about tying me up… I almost flinch at the memory. I must have looked petrified since he felt the need to fly across the room and reassure me. It felt so… embarrassing for some reason. Made me feel so naive – like I should know more by now. He’s so… different from my exes. Jovial, a sweetheart, always knows how to make me laugh… But when it comes to the bedroom – we haven’t slept together yet, but it feels like he’ll be completely different. We agreed to take it slow… But there have been moments when things got a bit heated – His gaze would always be so… intimidating. Predatory almost. His hands would grab me possessively as his hot lips danced against mine… He would really take control. It gave me a pretty good idea of what was to come when we finally started fucking.
Now, I really like hIm. And I do feel like it’s time I try something new. Vanilla is getting a bit boring. I take a deep breath and click on the link. How bad could it be? The place came highly recommended after all…”Changed my sex life forever”, one very satisfied girl wrote. There were several “Must try if not experienced” which suits me perfectly. The only concerning thing was they didn’t say what or how they would be… teaching and training me… I suppose they wanted to keep that tension. They did a good job – they had me intrigued. Besides, it’ll be nice to surprise him with some ropes and a sexy outfit, and whatever else you need in the bedroom, after he returns from his long trip next month. Really show him how much I missed him, you know?
I book an appointment for 12:30 the next day and go to bed, but find myself… excited. I tossed and turned for hours before slipping my hand into my panties and bucking and grinding against my fingers… I came hard, harder than I’ve cum in a while. As I drifted off to sleep, spent, I remember thinking,*Wow… Well something that turns me on that much can’t possibly be that bad…*. I was about to see just how wrong I was.
***
I woke up the next morning, more than eager to get there. I took a nice long shower, washed my hair and spent a good fifteen minutes in a towel simply sorting through dresses and lingerie. I end up picking a lace white strapless bra with a matching lace thong, and a short, flowy white summer dress. I look at myself in the mirror, pleased. The stark white colour of the dress makes for a really nice contrast with my tan skin. The floral pattern is simple but bright, and the dress really clings to my full breasts before flowing outward. After slipping into some simple sandals, I grab my purse and leave.
I make it there fairly early, and I’m forced to wait at the reception. It seems like a very nice place. The room is lit up naturally by light streaming in from floor to ceiling windows. The sleek couches and modern coffee tables seem almost clinically clean, the ceramic white pots holding plants spotless. The panelled walls are adorned with subtly erotic art. The receptionist stands out in this setting… She’s wearing a sleek black dress with thigh high boots and smokey eye shadow – the kind of outfit that belongs in a club if you ask me, not in this almost formal looking environment.
“Miss? Please follow me”, the receptionist says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I feel myself getting suddenly flustered under her piercing gaze. She has a sultry, husky voice that really matches her outfit. She looks me up and down, smirking. I can almost hear her thinking “how cute”. I clumsily grab my purse and follow her.
She leads me past her desk to an ornate black door – it seems to be made of painted oak, with several intricate carvings. The door stands out just as much as she does – its carvings remind me of something ancient that I cannot quite place – human-like figures twisted around each other, locked in embrace. She pushes the door and it swings inward silently. It closes just as quietly as I step in, taking in this foreign environment. It’s so different from what I saw outside – it’s dimly lit; there are no windows, a large black desk stands imposingly in the centre, with its thick legs adorned with more of those intricate carvings. There’s two big armchairs on the other side of the desk – something tells me they aren’t meant for me. I shuffle from foot to foot nervously eyeing some chains and cuffs that dangle on the wall. The air is heavy with a musky smell.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting, miss.”
I turn, blushing. I hadn’t even noticed when he entered the room. He’s quite a bit taller than I am. He hovers over me, watching my every move.
“T-That’s alright…”, I reply.
He looks at me, smirking. I flush, wishing I had picked something sexier to wear.
“Shall we?”
He gestures to the table. I walk toward it, hovering nervously by the armchair. He hasn’t asked me to take a seat… I don’t think I’m supposed to. I watch as he sets some papers down on the desk.
“I’m going to need you to fill these forms and sign here”, he says, leafing through the sheets and pointing out the blank space. I bend over the desk, grabbing one of the many pens and begin. The questions start simple and innocent, but soon progress into deeply personal. I remember looking up at him and seeing him smirk as I read the question “Have you had a penis and/or dildo inserted anally? (Y/N)” before timidly marking ‘N’. When I finish filling the form, I look at the last page that requires my signature.
*I , _______ , submit and consent to any and all actions on me deemed necessary by the Master and the Mistress.*
__________
*[Signature of customer]*
And there was nothing else. No explanation as to what the “actions” were. Nothing.
“Erm… What actions… exactly?”
“We cannot say. The Master and Mistress have forbidden it. It is all essential to training.”
Wait. *We?* It was only then that I noticed the second man. He smirked at me and I blushed, realising that if he had been standing behind me this whole time… my short skirt had ridden up when I bent over the desk. I stand up straight and smooth my skirt over my thighs.
“So… You’re not… the Master?”, I ask shyly, looking between the both of them.
“Us?”, the second man laughs. “We’re no more than humble aides… And playthings for the Master and Mistress to enjoy… We are in charge of preparing you for them, should you sign the form.”
“Right…”
I lean over the table again, shifting warily to the side so the man behind me doesn’t have a view of my ass again and read the sentence over and over… letting it sink in. *Any and all actions.* These people sure know how to be intriguing. *What’s the worst that they could do…?*, I think. Clearly, one does not make the best decisions when curious and mildly aroused. I quickly sign the paper before I could change my mind.
“Alright! Welcome to NEKO. Let’s get started right away.”
***
They lead me down a dimly lit corridor – the walls are covered in all sorts of erotic and kinky art. We reach another door – similar to the door to the office, but smaller. We enter the room. There are bowls of melted chocolate and baskets of fruit. I look at them questioningly.
“First, some simple tests. Kneel here…”
He points to a thick cushion on the ground. I kneel obediently, fidgeting with the hem of my skirt which was riding up again, threatening to reveal my thinly covered pussy.
“Your first test : show us how you’d eat this mango”
He hands me a mango – it’s cool and ripe. Well this is easy. I gently squeeze the mango, then make a small hole with my nails. I lift the mango to my mouth and drain all the pulp through the hole. I’m done in minutes. I tear open the skin and pull out the seed, then push it into my mouth, sucking off the thin layer of flesh that still clings to it. When I’m finished, I lift the bare seed for him to examine. He raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed. He scribbles something on a notepad.
“So nothing wrong with the suction… Stay there.”
He nods. The second man approaches me. He’s holding a banana. He begins to slowly peel it.
“Let’s see how much of this you can take in your throat without choking, shall we? Don’t bite.”
Before I can say a word, he cups the back of my head and pushes the peeled banana into my mouth. I resist the urge to bite, even as the tip of the banana slowly makes its way to the back of my throat. I cough and gag; only a little more than half of the fruit made its way into my mouth.
“Oh well…”, he says, and makes a few notes. “That’s too bad… We’ll work on that though, don’t worry.”
He flicks through his notepad, glancing through the sheets.
“So, you enrolled with us to impress your new bf who you think thinks you are too naive and vanilla. ”
“Hm? Well, yes, but I’d rather think of it as self-improvement than for him…” I reply, blushing.
“Well we went and interviewed him and the results were quite interesting…”
“You did WHAT?” I exclaimed. “I thought this was all strictly private”.
“Oh, of course it is, but we surveyed him completely anonymously about what he was looking for in a partner – and your intuition was right. Nevertheless, the anonymous aspects of the survey do promote a certain (we hope) honesty, though of course, he can say whatever he likes without much consequence for himself – but with a rather larger impact for you in terms of the… intensity of your re-training”
“Training”, I corrected him.
“Well given the amount of inhibitions and boundaries that people come to us with – it’s more like retraining. Retraining the body to experience pleasure in new ways, to be open to it at all times, and available and retraining the mind to let go of boundaries and limits, of shame and guilt, and just enjoy the moment. All bodily sensations and thoughts come and go, but we label them ‘good’ – and want them more – or ‘bad’ and avoid them. Here you must learn to meet sensations with equanimity – with a mind that stays in the present and does whatever she is bid without judgement. We aim to find your limits and surpass them. I think we will have to if we are going to make you this man’s ideal partner. ”
“I see…”
“So tell us what you think your boundaries and limits are? What things would you never see yourself doing?”
I think back to the time I saw a video of a girl, stripped naked, tied and whipped in front of dozens of horny strangers playing with themselves. The way she seemed to enjoy the little licks of the whip on her clitoris; she even begged for more… I shudder at the thought, I definitely can’t see myself enjoying that – neither the whipping nor being in public naked.
“Whipping, flogging… things like that…”, I mumble, embarrassed. “And nothing public…”
“Hmmm… And-”
The receptionist barges in. Her skin is flushed and she’s panting. This is the first time I’ve seen her be anything but calm and smug.
“The master wants to see the new girl ready in fifteen minutes”, she says breathlessly.
The two men nod in unison. One helped me up and held me in place. Before I could shout WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! The second man ripped my pretty little dress right off of me. My flimsy lingerie came next, the pretty lace lying in shreds at my feet.
“Sorry, no time.”, he muttered, as if it was a perfectly rational explanation for his actions. He helped his friend grab me by the arms and drag me down the corridor, kicking and screaming in vain. Any people we passed simply looked at me as if I was acting crazy. We finally reach our destination – a modern bathroom with several shower heads spaced not very far apart.
“God… Another fighter… Just stop struggling, you little whore. Wash yourself. I assure you that you won’t like it if you force me to do it for you”
He shoves me towards the shower. I cover myself with my hands and try to get away, but he’s too quick for me. He quickly catches me, throwing me over his shoulder with ease; he barely notices me pounding my fists into his back. He carries me back to the shower, holding my hands in his big one.
“You asked for it, slut.”
“Let go of me!” I scream, kicking in vain.
He simply ignored me, his other hand turning the shower on. Icy cold water spills over me. I choke and splutter, shivering as the water cascades over me but he seems unaffected. He forces me to the floor and pins my arms down with a knee, then grabs a loofah and squirts some body wash onto it, working it to a nice lather. I scream as he starts to scrub me – the loofah feels like it’s made of steel wool and he’s making no attempt to be gentle. My eyes start to tear up from the pain as he scrubs my sensitive nipples. When he’s done, I’m surprised that my skin is simply red and not…gone. He holds me under the cold water to rinse me off.
“What’s going on here?”
His iron grip on my hands is suddenly gone. I slowly sit up, blinking away all the water that got into my eyes, and I’m surprised to find him kneeling. And he’s not the only one. Every person who came to see what was happening was now kneeling, leaving a wide path leading to me. I glance up. The man to whom the voice belongs is handsome, his features striking. He’s wearing a simple black shirt that hugs his sculpted body in just the right way and worn out jeans. He’s followed by a lovely woman; she wears a striking leather dress of black and red that clings to her curves. Lacey stockings cover her long legs. A riding crop, made of red and black leather to match her dress, hangs at her waist. Her hips sway slightly as she walks. I cower in the corner, covering my body with my hands as they find their way to me.
“You.”, The Master says, looking at the man kneeling before him. He hasn’t noticed me yet, thank god. “I asked you to bring the new girl to me half an hour ago… I thought I could trust you with that much, that I wouldn’t have to come here myself… But here I am… Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“M-master”, he begins. I’m surprised. The man who seemed so confident, who man-handled me seconds ago, picking me up like I weighed nothing, was quaking like a leaf before this… Master. “The whore wouldn’t -”
SMACK.
*Did he just… Slap him?*
“Come now…”, the Master says, gently stroking the other man’s cheek. “We don’t talk about our new friends like that here, do we?”
The man shakes his head wordlessly in response.
“Good boy”
The man’s eyes light up at the patronising ‘compliment’.
“Where is she anyway?”
The man looks right at me. *Oh no*. The master turns. I draw myself as far away from him as I can, hugging my knees to my chest.
“Now who do we have here…”
I resist the temptation to bite as the Master’s fingers curl around my chin, surprisingly gentle. He lifts my face so he can look right at me.
“What a pretty little thing…”, he murmurs.
I can’t help but blush at his compliment. I freeze as his fingers push away my soaking wet hair, then trail down my neck. He gently pushes my hands away, for some reason, I don’t resist. His hand cups my full breast, gently stroking my reddened skin. I moan softly as he gently pinches my nipple, pushing my breast into his hand.
“Sensitive too… You’ll make someone a perfect pet.”
“I have no interest in being a pet,” I say indignantly. He simply smiles. His hand returns to my nipple, tugging at it. I moan as his skilled fingers twist and tug at my nipples. It isn’t long before I cum, pleasure rippling through my body. I look at him in surprise, panting – I’ve never cum like that before.
“Your body says differently – we’ll have you purring in no time Miss Kitty”, he murmurs softly, giving my nipple a final caress. I shiver under his touch.
He offers a hand and helps me up. I stumble awkwardly into him. His hands circle my bare waist, holding me steady. I blush as they leave my waist and trace my curves.
“You really are a pretty little thing – a little flower… So delicate.”
His fingers brush against my soft stomach. I avert my gaze.
“You don’t think so though do you? Another thing I intend to change. You are stronger than you look and know – I’ll prove that to you too”
I look up at him through my lashes. He looks completely serious.
“That’s quite the list isn’t it. We have a lot of work ahead of us, Miss Kitty. I think it’s time we get started”
***
I follow the Master out of the bathroom, and the Mistress follows. Eyes follow us wherever we go. I covered myself the best I could with the towel that Master had called for but I still feel so naked.
“Run along my pets! Nothing to see here”, the Mistress says, her voice sweet and bubbly. I couldn’t imagine anyone being scared of that voice until I heard the whooshes and cracks that followed. A glance backward confirmed my suspicions – the Mistress had her riding crop out and was playfully swatting anyone who loitered. I imagine that she wasn’t always so gentle the way she sent everyone running. I shiver at the thought of the leather tip cracking against my skin.
We make our way through a few corridors and finally reach our destination. A black door, fairly plain except for a silver cat on it.
“Your room”, he says, opening the door. It’s a cosy little room (if you ignore the chains attached to the bed. And the coil of thick rope hanging on the wall) . There’s a queen size bed against the wall covered in soft linen sheets. There’s a huge wardrobe in one corner. There’s a soft rug at the foot of the bed and lamps on the bed stand on the side of the bed. The Master pulls open the drawers of the bedside table, then stands back, clearly amused at my surprised look. The top drawer is filled with toys – butt plugs, dildos, clamps… some I don’t even recognise. There is also a huge box of XL condoms. The second drawer is filled with catalogs of erotic art and several erotic stories.
“Those are to aid your imagination”, he says, pointing at the bottom drawer. “And those”, he points to the top drawer.”Are for when your imagination… has been aided”
He walks to the wardrobe and throws it open. There are several sheer nightgowns and nothing else but a sleek black leather suit, complete with cat ears and a cat tail attached to a fairly large butt plug. The suit has three zippers : one on the back that runs from the neck to my waist, one along the front that would immediately free my breasts if pulled open… and one along the crotch, running front to back… it would expose my holes.
“That’ll come later… “, he reassures me, smirking at my flushed expression. I timidly step forward to pick out one of the nightgowns to wear, but he stops me.
“Not yet Miss Kitty. We need to talk a little first… and I’m not done making you cum yet”
I blush and step back. I guess a part of me accepted that I have no choice – I’ll have to survive the night in this madhouse… might as well not make it difficult for myself.
“As you know we surveyed your potential lover and he has a broad range of sexual interests that are pretty typical and some kinks – some of which he is aware of and some not. We have to make you his perfect partner. Most of these skills are transferable to other men as he may wish to share you with others. He may never wish to exercise his kinky side but you must be prepared for them. Overall you must be prepared to submit to his desires whenever – and wherever – he demands. The desire to submit immediately will come over the course of your training but you can start by addressing all male trainers as ‘Sir’ and not looking them in the eye unless asked. Despite yesterday’s ‘incident’ we do not engage in physical violence or inflict unnecessary pain. You probably know he has a large cock so you need to be able to accommodate that in all your holes. Oh and he wants you to be a cat… so if you haven’t heard of Neko from anime cosplay then you better look it up. Any questions?”
I blush and look at the cat suit. I can’t imagine wearing that. I shake my head.
“Good. We’ll start with your training tomorrow. Today I just want to really know your limits… Lie down on the bed for me”
I’m nervous… but I decide to obey. I have a feeling that the Master won’t be very tolerant of disobedience. He lifts the leather cuff from the corner of the bed. He holds out his hand. I hesitate. He wants me cuffed? No way.
“Your hand Miss Kitty. I assure you I’m not always as kind as I have been. I need to make sure you don’t stop me when things start to get a bit much for you. I won’t know your limits otherwise. The first lesson you need to learn here is trust – or the consequences of not trusting. One path is pleasurable. The other is not… the choice is yours”
I hesitantly give him my hand. He buckles the leather cuff to my wrist and clips it off to the bed, pulled over my head. He does the same for the other wrist, then pulls my ankles apart, cuffing them to the corners of the bed, so my legs are spread wide. I lay immobilised and open to his exploration.
“Hmmm…Let’s get rid of this now shall we? Can’t see that beautiful body…”, he pulls away the towel which was clinging loosely to me. I shivered as my damp skin was suddenly exposed to the cool air. He stands back for a second, admiring the view. Warmth spreads through my body as his eyes trace a path from my eyes to my lips, then my neck, my breasts, stomach then linger on my soft pussy and thighs. I felt myself getting wet… I can’t explain it… Just the look in his eyes… that hunger… It was a silent promise to leave me ravaged like I’ve never been before.
“Mmm… now let’s see…”
He kneels between my legs. I blush as a smug smile slowly spreads on his handsome face.
“My my Miss Kitty… So wet and I haven’t touched you yet. You’re clearly more excited than you let on…”
I writhe, arching my hips as he lets his fingers brush my slick pussy lips. A small, almost involuntary moan escapes my lips as he lifts his glistening fingers to his lips and slowly licks them clean.
“You taste as sweet as you look, Miss Kitty. And looking at your reaction to my fingers just brushing that pretty little pussy… I think we can establish that you’re extremely responsive… Another trait of a perfect pet… Now… try to stay still”
He reaches between my legs again. I let out small whines as I try my best to keep still when he circles my clit with a single finger then lets it trail down to my wet slit. The tip teases my opening. I whimper as he finally pushes his finger in. He inhales sharply as my greedy pussy sucks his finger in.
“So tight… You wrap right around my finger, Miss Kitty… Which is good… But I think that taking big cocks may be a challenge for you… But we’ll train you for that Miss Kitty… In every hole…”
He slides a second finger in, then a third… He pulls out when I wince when the third finger goes in. He lets out a thoughtful “hmm”. My breath hitches as I feel his fingers, now plenty lubed with my juices, drift lower and start to trace slow circles around my asshole. He slowly pushes one finger in… I’m so tight that he doesn’t even try to fit a second. He makes a disapproving noise.
“An anal virgin I see…”
He reaches up to my breasts now, letting his fingers gently pinch my nipples, making me moan. They harden and elongate immediately. He turns away and picks up a chain with clips of some kind on it. Before I can process it he presses the clip into my nipple and let’s go, it bites deep and holds my nipple more erect. He does the same on the other side. He stands back to watch my reaction. There’s a brief moment of pleasure but it’s not long before they are throbbing painfully.
“Oooo” I whine. “That really hurts, please stop. Take them off”
He picks up the chain and lifts it above me – that makes the clips bite deeper into my skin. I writhe, tears forming in my eyes.
“Well if it’s too much, you best, remove them yourself”. Through my tears I couldn’t quite grasp what he meant. “You should be able to shake them off”. I pull against the cuffs in one direction, twisting my body and twist back hard. The momentum of my breast throws off one clip – and it hurts.
“Please” I beg. He waits. I twist two or three times more to finally shake the other one loose. It’s pure agony; Both of my nipples throb painfully.
“Not a very high pain tolerance… We’ll have to work on that too…”
Not a very high pain tolerance?! We’ll *work* on that?!?!?! These people were crazy! I was starting to wonder whether I had made the right decision coming here. Alarms started going off in my brain but still being extremely aroused made my head feel like it was filled with cotton wool and made formulating any escape plan almost impossible.
“And now for the final and my personal favourite test… How many times do you think I can make you cum before you pass out Miss Kitty?”
A delicious shiver of excitement runs through my body at his words. I look at him, my hooded eyes begging for something my proud mouth won’t.
“Well Ms Kitty?”
*Oh. He expects an answer.*
“Two?”, I answer meekly.
He chuckles.
“You underestimate yourself, Miss Kitty. I guess there’s only one way to know for sure though…”
He bends over me, his lips crush into mine. His mouth is so hungry… His tongue pushing into my mouth exploring it or dancing with my own… He tastes spicy and sweet… I’ve never been kissed like that before. I’m breathless when his lips leave mine. They feel so swollen. I watch as he gently bites and kisses along my neck, his teeth grazing the prominence of my collarbone, then sucking and nipping at my breasts. He sucks at my right nipple… Pleasure courses from my nipple straight to my wet pussy. I moan and arch my hips to press against him. He moves to the left nipple and bites down. I cry out as a sweet jolt of pain and pleasure courses through me, all my chains pulled taut as I writhed under him. He slowly kisses a path to my now dripping pussy. Glancing up at me, he lowers his mouth between my legs, sucking and kissing the soft flesh of my thighs. I gasp and jump as his lips latch onto my swollen clit. He sucks gently, his tongue running in circles over the hood. I moan and push up my hips to press my pussy into his experienced mouth. His hands grasp my ass, holding me in place as he buries his mouth into my soaking pussy, his hot tongue teasing my wet slit, dipping inside me. I moan, brought so close to orgasm… He glances up at me, then lets his tongue lick my bare, swollen clit and sucks it hard. It’s enough. I cry out, cumming hard. He doesn’t relent; his tongue continues to lick and suck my clit, making me moan and shake as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. He stops, leaving me whimpering and sagging weakly in my chains.
“That’s one… Let’s see if you’re right shall we?”
He leans between my quivering legs again, this time sliding a single finger into my dripping pussy. He starts moving it in slow circles, pressing against all my walls and slowly stretching them. I whine and squirm, wanting more. He chuckles and moves a little slower, his thumb resting on my swollen clit. I can’t help but whine and squirm even more; the word “please” is on the tip of my tongue.
“For someone who was so reluctant, you sure are eager now… Very well, my little kitten… Let’s make you purr.”
He starts to thrust his finger into me quickly, making me cry out and buck against his hand. He slips another finger into me, slowing down a little till I get used to it, then picks up pace… He didn’t get a chance to add a third, I was already there… cumming hard on his skilled fingers.
“You haven’t passed out yet Miss Kitty…”, he said, watching me lie there whimpering as the last waves of pleasure coursed through my weak body. “I told you… you’re more resilient than you think… Now ”
He picks up the nipple clamps again. My eyes widen as I look at them. My tender nipples won’t be able to handle those…
“Don’t worry… I just wanted the chain… I’ll be using these”
He picks up a pair of softer, padded clamps and attaches them to the chain. He walks back and cups my breast, letting his thumb rub slow circles on it, making it hard. He then clips it onto my nipple. I moan. It’s actually quite pleasant. It doesn’t bite into my skin or pinch too hard. It feels more like my nipple is being held between someone’s fingers. He does the same to the other nipple, finishing by giving the chain a little tug to make sure it’s holding firm. Satisfied, he steps away. He fingers a small device and the clamps start vibrating around my nipples.
“Mmmmm!”, I moan. It’s intense… almost intense enough to be unpleasant, but it’s not. He chuckles, giving the chain a little tug and making me gasp.
“Thought you might like that… ”
He kneels once again between my legs and begins to rub slow gentle circles over my clit. He grasps the chain, occasionally tugging at the clamps, sometimes one then other, sometimes both at the same time. It isn’t long before I’m cumming again, thrashing against my chains before collapsing, panting and shaking. I can barely keep my eyes open. He turns off the vibrators.
“Still with us… My my Miss Kitty… How shall we make you cum now…?”
He rummages through the toy drawer and gets out a bottle of lube. He carefully coats his finger in it then kneels between my legs again. This time, he ignores my pussy and makes his way to my ass hole. I gasp when his fingers, cool from the lube, touch the rim of my asshole.
“Remember your safe words apply here. Don’t be afraid to use them.”
I nod. He begins by teasing the tight, little bud, covering it liberally with lube. It’s very sensitive and it clenches. The lube makes it easy for his fingertip to slide in, I shuddered as he eased his fingertip through the clenching elastic ring of muscle. It’s only slightly uncomfortable, but intense. He continues massaging, a little deeper each time, letting it open and close against his fingertip.
“Just try and relax. Let it happen.”
The lube makes it impossible to resist the intrusion and gradually his finger makes it way deeper. Sliding in and out the tight opening. I moan as my ass relaxes and his finger is almost pulled into the dark space beyond. I groan. He is now able to slide his moist finger all the way in as far as the knuckle. It feels tighter than my pussy but the sensitivity is a bit different, it doesn’t have quite the same pleasure spots.. but as I relaxed more it was so intense as his finger fucked my ass slowly in and out… until he was almost completely pulling out his finger and sliding the whole length in again. The rim is very sensitive. It feels beautiful as he slides the whole length back and forward and I feel my ass grip like a tight little fist. He starts thrusting quickly and deeply, it is incredible. I moan “Oh yes” — the intensity and the friction are divine. It hurts a tiny bit but the pleasure increases as well. I couldn’t stop thinking what it might be liked to have someone, pulling open my beautiful ass and fucking me rhythmically – I can tell I am gonna like it rough. He alternated between fairly fast and deep to slow and gentle. I could feel my pussy juicing as well. I wanted so much to reach down and work my feverish clit. I pulled at the cuffs holding my hands high, and my thighs clenched, my ankles pulling at the chains holding them apart. This made my little butt tighter too. It was incredible to feel his finger enter and re-enter, he began wiggling it around, swirling it in wide arcs and I felt so full as it rubs along the walls. God I couldn’t believe how hot he made me. Swirling and thrusting inside that secret space for the first time. I began to crave more. I wanted to be filled completely. All I could think about was wanting his cock. “Oh, oh fuck me please” I begged.
“Wow, you really have taken to this quickly. You’re going to love taking loads in your ass one day”
By this stage his finger was thrust into me up to the hilt. My ass gripped his fingers so tight. I relax as pleasure starts to course through my body. Pushing my ass down as his fingers – he starts to thrust a little faster, but then starts occasionally leaning in to lick, kiss or suck on my clit. “Oh god, oh god” I am immediately close to the edge – close to cumming with something in my ass for the first time. My body is so sensitive from all those orgasms – he just gives little pecks on my clit – edging me closer. “Please, please, please” I beg and then I cum, the orgasm radiating from my pussy and ass for some minutes, writhing, my asshole squeezing tightly around his finger. Finally I sag weakly against my pillow as he pulls his finger out. I’m panting and my body is covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Oh my Miss Kitty. Still awake. You’re surpassing my expectations now. Good girl”
He goes back into the toy drawer, this time picking out a number of items. He returns with them : a vibrating butt plug, a Hitachi wand and some rope.
“Please… no more…”, I plead, weakly.
“I said ‘till you pass out and I’m a man of my word’… Don’t worry… I’m quite certain that this will do it”
He kneels between my spread legs again, sliding a rope about my hips as a harness and secures it between my legs. He forms a loop with the rope over my clit and attaches the Hitachi that he ties in place exactly over my clit. He plugs it in and it hums to life on Level 1 – even then it’s vaguely threatening. I don’t know how many levels it has but I am not sure I want to. I writhe and fight against my restraints, begging him not to keep going. He simply laughs and increases the intensity just a bit. I shake and moan, my juices start dripping down my pussy and onto the bed, soaking the sheets. He smiles approvingly and uses the pussy juices pooled between my ass-cheeks to cover the butt plug in my own lube before easing it past my tight asshole. It fills me up, a very snug fit. It’s fitted with its own buzzer – he turns it on as he runs the double rope up to hold it in place and tightening the whole harness so the Hitachi presses more firmly – the vibrations penetrate deep into the whole clitoris.
“Please… I can’t… take it”
“Yes you can and you”ll learn to take a lot more. Let’s switch those on too now shall we?”
He presses the switch and the nipple clamps start vibrating again. He loops the chain over then and around the wand. He sits back and smiles as I try to plead with him but cannot get any words out of my mouth. The wand vibrates mercilessly against my sensitive clit, all the knots holding it are sure and tight. All my efforts to pull away are in vain – in fact they make things worse. Whichever way I move my hips – down pushes the butt plug deeper and pulls on the nip clips, relaxing just lets the Hitachi rest perfectly on my clit. Soon it’s not clear if I am trying to escape or my body is milking these toys for more pleasure.
Wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body, taking me higher than I’ve been before. The crash will surely kill me… My little body is not built to contain that much pleasure, but I hold on, trying to stop my orgasm from consuming me. He nudges up the power on the Hitachi, and continues to watch. I realise in horror that all this time he has really just been ‘edging’ me. I pull helplessly on my cuffs – not able to decide to beg him to stop or keep going.
A low groan slowly escaped through my lips, as my breathing sped up with the new level of excitement. Finally he produced a knobbly glass dildo – average size but with a bend to make hitting the g-spot easier. He slid it between two ropes. I was a complete lather down there and my lips opened easily to accept it. I could feel my juices flowing now around the invader as it slid into me. Suddenly an orgasm ripped through my body, intensified by the fact that my binds held me firmly. I writhed slowly; my movements small. Just straining against the ropes. He wasted no time as this is what he had worked up to. The wand began moving inside me – my internal muscles continued tensing and relaxing around it , one orgasm after another as he slid it in and out, in and out. The cuffs bit deeper and the ropes pressed the hitachi harder onto my clit and the plug deeper into my ass. My moans were constant, my belly arched upwards towards the greedy gaze of the Master. He licked his lips and moved his hand to my curved belly. His fingers slowly tracing the rope that wrapped around my waist, my quivering belly muscles as I squirmed helplessly under him.
He pushed the dildo faster and another orgasm ripped through me as I felt his hands roaming my body, his large hands squeezed my jutting breasts pushing the nipple further into the buzzer. My eyes opened and closed dreamily as I moaned and gasped. I squirmed under his touch and the increasing speeding of the dildo he wielded between my outstretched thighs. My juices now stain the bed as they soaked through the crotch ropes from around the dildo. The vibrations were what I was afraid of but the increasing speed of the dildo was like no fucking I had ever recieved. The feel of one orgasm moved through my flesh, triggering another.
The room began losing its focus as the Master took control and continued to explore my body. Spasms shot again and again through my body as I convulsed in my bonds.
“Damn, she is hot!” I realise it is the Mistress’s voice.
“Yes, her training is exceeding all our expectations,” the Master replied. I could imagine them both looking down at me – as I spasmed and moaned before them. I was in bondage heaven, unable to do anything but react and wish that they would stop talking and fuck me
My body arched as he turned the dildo so it ran over my g-spot with the same frequency but continued going deep – and fast. So fast I couldn’t focus or brace myself against it. All I could do was crave more – more of whatever they wanted to do to me. I was lost in my internal world of bound orgasms.
Again and again I cum, my orgasms now racing through me, one after another, one starting before the last one ends, a continual barrage of intense pleasure. FInally it’s more than I can take. The world finally goes peacefully black around me.
When I come to, I’m laying in fresh sheets in a black sheer nightgown, all alone. There’s a glass of cool water mixed in with electrolytes on the table beside me. I lift a shaky hand to grab it, then prop myself up a bit and greedily drain the glass of its contents before collapsing against the pillows and falling asleep. Only one thought crosses my sluggish mind before sleep silences them all:
*I need to get out of here.*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o06egg/miss_kittys_cat_training_part_1_noncon_let_me
I very much want more.