Kitten

When she came in the room access to the foyer she found a billet on the buffet."Hello kitten, I've been waiting for you."The note started. She noticed a trail of red rose petal leading down the Charles Francis Hall. She also saw kitten ears and tail on the buffet next to the bill, along with a blindfold.

"You will notice that I have laid out pinna and buttocks for you. You are to strip down and put those on. Put the offer blindfold on and infix the Bluetooth headphone. I want you to crawl for me kitten. You will find your way by following the rose petals that have been laid out for you. They will stop at a patch of our play furniture. I know you're clumsy so please do not smack into it. We don't need to take off off with an injury kitty. When your there, mount on top of the furniture and kneel for inspection. I will be waiting."The notation continued.

She made her way down the hall. Her 36DDD boobs vacillation as she crawled. She used her hands to palpate the rose petal path. Eventually she found herself in the playroom. She approached the cage with bench top and hopped onto it. As she sat there kneeling, point to the basis, Sir was walking around the judiciary, looking her up and down. He stopped, facing her front. He tapped under her chin with his riding crop saying,"Chin up kitten, you need to go along eye contact even when your blindfolded."

kitty didn't like making eye contact. She felt that eyes were windows to the mortal. Her individual had broken years ago. Sir wanted her to see that it wasn't broken. Sir tried to love the pain away. Sir wished he could just make it all better for her. Sir wished she could see what he saw and just how amazingly beautiful she was inside and out. Her middle belonged to him. If he wanted to gaze in them, Kitten would have to show them. So she did as told, even though still blindfolded."You are a very salutary pool. You pass inspection."He said.

Sir decided to create a really tough predicament for Kitten to endure ! First he attached the Lucille Ball gag to kitty head so that the dildo would deeply penetrate kitten pharynx ! Then he hobbled Kitten's articulatio talocruralis to her second joint and shackled kitten articulatio radiocarpea so she was balanced only on her knees. Next he chained kitten nipple and slit lip so she dare not prompt an in on her wobbly knee joint. Finally he slid an ass lure with a big steel ball into Kittens ass and tied it to the ball gag so that if kitty moved its chief the hook would pluck the orchis deep into kitty throat !

The position was so backbreaking to hold and kitten leg and arm sinew were screaming in annoyance. Kitten had to stay on completely motionless or she would slip on her knees and pull her nipple or take out the dildo gag further into its throat and choke ! kitten was so worried that she slipped into infinite where she got the stress to bide calm and endure the hurting and fear. After 15 minutes Sir said well done and released her, even undoing her blindfold. By that time Kitten was a slobbering mess of aching muscular tissue and submission waiting for sir's next determination !

"Hands above your brain,"Sir orderliness, and I do as I'm bid.

Jeez, my dead body hungers for him. I want him already.

Sir turns, and out of the corner of my eye, I watch him saunter back over to the chest of drawers of drawers, returning with the iPod and what looks like a leather eye masquerade. The thought makes me need to smile, but I can't quite make my backtalk cooperate. I am too consumed with anticipation. I just know my fount is completely immobile, my oculus huge, as I gaze at him.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Sir shows me the iPod. It has a strange antenna gimmick. How odd. I frown as I try to figure this out.

"This transmits what's playing on the iPod to the system in the room. ”, Sir answers my unspoken query as he taps the small antenna."I can see what you're sense of hearing, and I have a remote ascendence unit for it."He smirks his private-joke smile and holds up a small, prostrate device that looks like a very hip calculator. He leans across me, insuring the ear buds are secure in my capitulum, and puts the iPod down somewhere on the bed above my head.

"ski tow your head,"he commands, and I do so immediately making organize eye contact with him.

Slowly, he slides the mask on, pulling the elastic over the binding of my headland, and I'm blind. The elastic on the mask holds the ear buds in place. I can still hear him, though the sound is muffled. as he rises from the bed. I'm deafened by my own ventilation - it's shoal and temperamental, reflecting my excitement. Sir takes my left arm, stretches it gently to the left-hand corner, and attaches the leather cuff around my wrist. His big fingerbreadth stroke the distance of my arm once he's finished. Oh ! His touch elicits a delightful, tickly shiver. I hear him move slowly round to the early side, takes my flop arm and handcuff it. Again, his big fingers linger along my arm. Oh my… I am fit to burst already. Why is this so erotic ?

He moves to the bottom of the bed and snap up both of my ankles.

"Lift your head again,"he orders.

I comply, and he drags me down the bed so that my arms are stretched out and almost straining at the handcuff. holy cow, I can not impress my arms. A thrill of trepidation mixed with tantalizing exhilaration expanse through my body, making me wetter. I groan. Parting my legs, he cuffs first my powerful mortise joint and then my left so I am staked out, spread-eagled, and totally vulnerable to him. It's so unnerving that I can't see him. I listen hard… what's he doing ?

And I hear nothing, just my breathing and the pounding thud of my center as blood pulsing furiously against my eardrums.

Abruptly, the soft silent bird and pop of the iPod leaping into living. From inside my chief, a lone saintlike vox sings unaccompanied a long sweet note, and it's joined almost immediately by another spokesperson, and then more voices - holy cow, a celestial consort - singing acapella in my caput, an ancient, ancient hymnal. What in heaven's name is this ? I have never heard anything like it. Something almost unbearably cushy brushes against my neck opening, running languidly down my throat, slowly across my chest of drawers, over my breasts, caressing me… pulling at my nipples, it's so soft, skimming underneath. It's so unexpected. It's fur !

A fur glove ?

Sir trails his hired man, unhurried and deliberate, down to my belly, circling my navel, then carefully from hip to hip, and I'm trying to counter where he's going next… but the music… it's in my head… transporting me… the fur across the line of my pubic hair…between my legs, along my second joint, down one leg… up the other… it almost tickles… but not quite… more vocalization join… the heavenly choir all singing dissimilar parts, their voices blending blissfully and sweetly together in a melodic harmony that is beyond anything I've ever heard. I catch one word of honor -- ‘ deus'-- and I realize they are singing in Latin. And still, the fur is moving down my arms and round my waist… back up across my boob. My teat harden beneath the soft touch… and I'm panting… wondering where his hand will go next. Suddenly, the fur is gone, and I can experience the fronds of the rose flogger flowing over my skin, following the Same route as the fur, and it's so severe to concentrate with the euphony in my head - it sounds like a 100 voices singing, weaving an aeriform tapestry of fine, silken Au and silver grey through my head, combine with the spirit of the lenient suede against my skin… tracking over me… oh my… abruptly, it disappears. Then suddenly, sharply, it bites down on my belly.

"Uggh !"I cry out. It takes me by surprise, and it doesn't exactly hurt, but tingles all over, and he hits me again. Harder.

"Ugh !"

I want to displace, to writhe… to elude, or to welcome, each blow… I don't know - it's so overwhelming… I can't pull my arms… my legs are stuck… I am held very firmly in place… and again he strikes across my breasts - I cry out. And it's a honeyed agony - bearable, just… pleasant - no, not immediately, but as my skin sings with each blow in perfective counterpoint to the medicine in my nous, I am dragged into a dark, wickedness persona of my psyche that surrenders to this most erotic hotshot. Yes - I get this. He hits me across my hip. Then, relocation in Dean Swift blows over my pubic hair, on my thigh, and down my inside thighs… and back up my body… across my rose hip. He keeps going as the euphony reaches a culmination, and then suddenly - the medicine stops. And so does he. Then the tattle starts again… building and edifice, and he rains down setback on me… and I groan and writhe. Once again, it ceases and all is quiet… except my wild breathing… and hazardous longing. For… oh…

what's happening ? What's he going to do now ? The inflammation is almost unbearable. I've entered a very dark, carnal place.

The bed motility and teddy as I feel him clamber over me, and the song starts again. He's got it on repeat… this time it's his nose and lips that take the home of the fur… running down my cervix and pharynx, kissing, sucking… trailing down to my breasts… Ah ! Taunting each of my mamilla in turn… his tongue swirling round one while his fingers relentlessly tease the other… I groan, loudly I think, though I can't hear. I am lost. Lost in him… lost in the astral, seraphic voices… lost to all the sensations I can not escape… I am completely at the mercy of his expert touch.

He moves down to my belly - his tongue circling my navel - following the way of life of the flogger and the fur… I moan. He's kissing and sucking and nibbling… moving south…

and then his tongue is there. At, the conjugation of my second joint. I throw my head back and cry out as I almost detonate into orgasm… I'm on the brink, and he stops. Why god why did he stop ?

No ! The bed shift, and he kneels between my wooden leg. He leans toward the bedpost, and the manacle on my ankle is suddenly gone. I pull my leg to the midriff of the bed… resting it against him. He leans over to the opposite post and frees my former leg. His manpower travel quickly down both my legs, squeezing and kneading, bringing life back into them. Then, grasping my hip, he lifts me so that my back is no longer on the bed. I am arched, resting on my shoulder. What ? He's kneeling up between my legs… and in one western fence lizard, slamming move he's inside me… oh fuck… and I cry out again. The chill of my impending orgasm Begin, and he stills. The shudder dies… oh no… he's going to torture me further. What for ?

"Please !"I wail.

He grips me harder… in warning ? I don't know, his digit digging into the flesh of my behind as I lay panting… so I purposefully still. Very slowly, he starts to move again…

out and then in… agonizingly slowly. holy place fuck - Please ! I'm screaming inside… And as the numeral of voices in the choral musical composition increases… so does his pace, infinitesimally, he's so controlled… so in prison term with the music. And I can no longer bear it.

"Please,"I beg, and in one swift move, he lowers me back onto the bed, and he's lying on top of me, his script on the bed beside my breasts as he supports his weighting, and he thrusts into me. as A the music reaches its climax, I fall… free fall… into the most intense, agonizing sexual climax I have ever had, and Sir follows me… thrusting hard into me, three to a greater extent times… finally stilling, then collapsing on top of me. As my awareness returns from wherever it's been, Sir pulls out of me. The music has stopped, and I can feel him stretch across my consistency as he undoes the manacle on my right carpus. I groan as my hand is freed. He quickly frees my other hand, gently pulls the mask from my center, and removes the ear buds. I blink in the dim piano light and stare up into his acute gray gaze.

"Hi,"he murmurs.

"Hi, yourself,"I breathe bashfully back at him. His lips quirk upinto a smiling, and he leans down and kisses me softly."What was that music ?"I mussitate almost inarticulately.

"It's called Spem In Alium, or the Forty persona Motet, by St. Thomas prayer shawl. You did serious today kitten and will be rewarded generously."Sir Said. As they laid in bed hugging, kitten couldn't think of anyplace she would rather be but by his side .