The Velvet Collar

by C. P. Mandara

  Unbuckling my gag, a finger to his lips once more reminding me to be silent, he set about freeing my arms and legs from their restraints. It didn't take him long. When he'd finished he took a step back and pointed to the floor.

  "Kittykat's crawl, precious, and this kittykat needs a bath before I show her the little outfit I've prepared for her. You are going to look adorable, just wait and see." As much as I doubted that, there was little for me to do but follow my husband out of the room and into the bathroom. He was at least right about one thing; I did need a bath. The thought of soaking in a tub of hot water would have put a smile on my face if I'd had enough energy to accomplish the task.

  When we got to the bathroom I waited patiently on all fours while Mark was happily pouring some herbal bubble-bath under the tap, and a swirl of Epsom Salts followed. It was bizarre, but I couldn't remember the last time I'd taken a bath without him there beside me. Usually I'd just dive in the shower, but Mark always preferred to bathe me, lavishing attention upon me with the enthusiasm of a clandestine lover. I wondered if it would always be like this with us. I certainly hoped so. Every woman should be able to feel as cherished and adored as I did. Mind you, I don't think anyone should have to go through the rocky start I had to get here. I wouldn't wish Albrecht on anyone, but thankfully that was far behind me now.

  "Nearly ready, kittykat, just popping a bit of cold water in so we get the temperature just right." Let me at it, I thought, dreaming about a long and leisurely soak followed by Mark's fingers all over me.

  "Just remember that as you're a kittykat your bath will be completed on all fours, just like you are now." My mouth immediately opened in shock and I nearly said something very rude, but I reigned myself in just in time. Don't respond. Just do as you're told because the end justifies the means. Well, almost. Grumping silently in my head I obeyed orders to the best of my ability. Thankfully Mark had only run a shallow bath, so it was easy enough to step into, but it wasn't what I wanted. I'd been looking forward to a good soak, and Mark had suddenly spoiled my evening fun in an instant. I gave him a baleful glare, letting him know my thoughts on the matter.

  "Don't give me that look. You earned this punishment so you can own it." He gave me "the look". "Or you could utter your safe word and make this nastiness all go away in an instant." That was followed by a wink. The utter bastard. So that was his angle, huh?

  I winked back at him, smiled, and pulled a fist upwards, out of the bath, and began to lick it in the manner of a paw. I added a meow for good measure. Take that, asshole.

  Mark sighed. "You're a stubborn little thing, aren't you?" His tongue was firmly in the left side of his cheek, and I couldn't resist a virtual fist-bump of satisfaction inside my head. "Well, if this is the way you want to play it, I guess we'd better get you clean, hadn't we?"

  Plucking the showerhead down from the wall he then proceeded to half rinse/half drown me, before covering my body in a generous amount of shower gel. Grabbing a sponge he then lathered me up until I resembled a ball of cotton candy. Paying particular attention to my undercarriage, the infuriating man brought his hands between my legs over and over again. Resisting the urge to snap at him, I gritted my teeth and endured. I was already revved up to hell, so what difference did another round of teasing make? The answer to that question was quite a lot. By the time he'd cleaned all the soapsuds off and towelled me down I was a quivering mass of hormones that needed to be sated, and if he'd have let me I probably would have humped his leg.

  "Feeling better?" Mark raised an eyebrow as he rubbed my hair dry. I gave him a strangled meow in response. He knew exactly how I was feeling because he'd gone to a great deal of trouble and effort to make me feel that way.

  "Ahh, someone's feeling a little needy, are they?" He tapped a finger on the bridge of my nose, and I was tempted to bite it but restrained myself. Nodding to his question, assuming that was acceptable, I waited to see what he would say to that.

  "Well, that's too bad. It's time to get you kitted out, kittykat, and there's no time like the present. Follow me." He pointed at the floor, just in case I was a complete idiot who had already forgotten the terms of our agreement. Smiling sweetly in response, I got back down on all fours and crawled as fast as I could after him.

  We didn't stop until we'd reached the bedroom. Then Mark turned around with a smug grin, and it didn't take me long to figure out why. There, in the corner of the bedroom, was an adult-sized pet basket. It was fluffy and brown on the outside, with a red velvet interior. There was a big black paw print on the front of it, with the word Kitty stamped next to it. If that had been all that was waiting for me I probably could have coped, but there was lots more waiting for me in that basket, and I didn't like the look of any of it.

  "Don't they look fun, kitten?" Perhaps my husband couldn't read my mind after all. Pursing my lips, I examined a few of the things in the basket out of the corner of my eye. There was a pink leather collar that featured a shiny silver bell, another ball gag, this time in pink, but featuring short silver chains with pink clips at the end. I had a feeling I knew what they were for. Pink leather ankle and wrist cuffs were in the mix, also featuring silver chains, and I didn't even want to think what those were for. There were also fluffy little pink mitts with tiny white rubber claws at the end of them, and pink booties featuring paw prints on the rear, and if that wasn't bad enough there was a headband with a pair of pink fluffy kitten ears, and of course the matching butt plug tail. Oh my God. He wasn't going to keep me trussed up in this lot for two days, surely? One slow glance up towards his face told me all I needed to know. He intended to do all that and more - much more.

  "Sure you don't want to call it a day, kittykat?" He gave me a knowing look. It was the one that said you know when you're beaten, except I didn't because I was not going to fall at the first hurdle. I was made of sterner stuff. So what if I looked pink and ridiculous, crawling around on the floor for the next two days? Meowing, I shook my head and crawled between his legs, rubbing against him. My husband blinked in surprise when I looked up at him, and I mentally chalked up the first round to me.

  We sat there looking at each other for a moment, each trying to weigh the other up, and none of us any the wiser. Eventually Mark cleared his throat, and it was back to business once more.

  "Have it your way, kittykat. Now go on over to your basket and fetch me the headband. I think you're going to look particularly fetching in that."

  Careful to keep my irritated sigh silent, I wiggled my bright red ass and did as instructed. Now that the cooling effect of the water had evaporated I could feel my skin begin to prickle and burn as the whipping marks started to make themselves known. Damn my husband. I was going to feel those beasts this evening and into most of tomorrow unless a miracle happened. Reaching my basket, I began sifting through the contents to reach the pair of ears he'd requested.

  "Uh-uh-uh, kittykat. Cats don't fetch things with their paws, now do they?" Thankfully my back was to him, for there was another roll of my eyes while I took a deep breath and counted to ten. When I'd finished I rooted around the basket with my mouth, and eventually managed to pluck out the headband with my teeth. Then, plastering the most insincere smile on my face that I could muster, I crawled back and delivered the item into his waiting hands.

  He patted me on the head for my trouble. "Good girl." Just you wait, I thought. Just you wait. Mark had a hairbrush in his hand when I returned, and he indicated that I should turn around by swirling his finger in a circle. I did so, and he brought me up into a sitting position before he began to tame the wet, matted mass of my hair. He was very careful not to pull on my roots, and for that I could be thankful, but the inactivity killed me. I couldn't sit still. My body was revved up to race, and it desperately needed to be let loose. Do not give in, I told myself sternly. This was exactly what he wanted.

  When my hair was brushed to his satisfaction, twenty minutes later, I was told to retrieve the next item that would help with my transformation f
rom human to pet. This time, Mark wanted the collar. We were going to work up to the good stuff, I noted dryly.

  When I brought it back to him, I made him tug a little to get the collar away from my mouth. Making my displeasure known at the long and drawn out method of torture he was using, I once again smiled sweetly. Mark completely ignored me of course, which was a sure fire way to drive me from nought to crazy in less than two seconds.

  Buckling it carefully around my neck, he then slowly surveyed his work. "You look utterly adorable, you know." He then gave the bell a swipe with his finger, and a delicate little tinkle sounded. I knew that noise was going to drive me nuts very shortly, but this punishment was only for two days. Maybe I could shove something in the little holes to stop the bell from jangling so much. Where there was a will...

  "Now go and grab the wrist and ankle cuffs, darling." Sashaying my ass to and fro as I crawled, as if that might speed the proceedings up, I got the next item on the list. Two matching sets of pink leather cuffs, complete with short inter-connecting silver chains. Lovely.

  "These should slow you down a little, don't you think?" Mark had me sit up again so he could fasten the buckles around my wrists and ankles, looking very pleased with his efforts. I could tell my husband was enjoying himself immensely, but I refused to let his smug demeanour get to me. Instead, I meowed to the best of my acting ability and batted my eyelashes. There was an answering twinkle in Mark's eyes, so I knew the battle was just beginning.

  "Hmm, what shall we get next, kittykat? There are so many fun things in that basket of yours. Tell you what, how about I let you pick the next item? Off you go, kitten." He then smacked my extremely sore ass, and I scurried on my way to do his bidding, mewling in protest.

  When I hobbled back over to the basket, thanks to my new matching set of cuffs, it was to find that there wasn't a lot left in it. Ooh, what was a girl to choose - mitts, booties, gag, or butt plug. It didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things because before long I'd be wearing the entire lot, but I decided I could put off a couple of items until later. My jaw still hadn't recovered from earlier, and my ass, well, that was another story.

  Trailing the fluffy pink booties back in my mouth, I wrinkled my nose as bits of fluff invaded my mouth. Yuck. I was beginning to think that maybe I should have let Mark pick another punishment after all - then again, perhaps not. My husband had a rather wicked imagination, and sometimes it's better the devil you know.

  "You're not very brave, are you, kittykat? You're just putting off the inevitable. You know that, right?"

  That's right, asshole. Rub it in. It'll be your turn before you know it. Let's see how you like it when the shoe's on the other foot.

  The booties were snugly wrapped over each foot and tied in place with a little pink ribbon. Have I mentioned I'm a girl who's not overly fond of pink? Anyway, by now I looked utterly ridiculous, but I was trying my best not to notice.

  "Go on then, next item." Another vicious smack to my rear accompanied that, and I daren't look at my husband, who was trying his best not to laugh at me. The mittens were quickly drawn over my hands, rendering them almost entirely useless and I was just about to get ready for my next trip when Mark stood up and retrieved the last two items himself. Oh great. I was really looking forward to this bit.

  "Have we saved the best until last?" Mark waggled the fluffy pink tail plug in the air. Lots more fur, all for me. Yay. Just to be awkward, I shook my head. "Eager little thing, aren't you, kittykat? What are the chances you're going to be begging me for sex before the evening's out?" You should be so lucky, I thought sourly. "Right, get your ass over the side of the bed, and we'll get the last few items fitted. Nearly over now, pet."

  Sighing softly I did as instructed. He left the room, probably to grab some lube, so I had a moment or two to myself in which to recount my blessings, and thankfully they were numerous.

  There were several perks to being Mrs Mark Matthews. The first was that I had an Amex Black Card at my disposal for all my material wants and needs. The trouble was I didn't really have any. Mark bought most of my clothes and shoes for me and constantly showered me with gifts. I think he still felt guilty about the poisoning incident, and this was his way of saying sorry. No matter how many times I've tried to tell him it wasn't his fault, there's this look in his eye that says otherwise. I know he won't be happy until something is done about my father and Kyle, but until we know their whereabouts there isn't much we can do. We're playing a waiting game, and we both know it. We've had a year's respite, but I have a nasty suspicion that dad won't stay hidden forever and that we need to be continually looking over our shoulders right now. Mark has that covered too. At least one person follows me wherever I go, and more often than not, two. It drives me wild, but the first time I gave my minders the slip my ass took a full week to recover from the furious blisters it was given. The telling-off I received was almost as bad, and it made my ears burn, but the worst part was that he put me under house arrest for a week. Even though I don't actually go out that much, knowing I'm not allowed to is a total mind fuck. That was how I learnt that my safety is always of paramount importance to my husband, and any attempt on my part to disrespect this is almost certain to result in tears. Last, but not least, is the sex. Any kind of sex with my husband is earth-shatteringly awesome, but the kinky stuff and BDSM sends my blood pressure off the charts. Since moving in with Mark I've discovered a whole new world of carnal pleasure, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that no man will ever be as perfect as Mark is for me. Yes he can sometimes be an ass, but he's my ass, and I love him to bits.

  "I'm back. Did you miss me?" Talking about asses...

  Turning my head around, it was to discover that my husband was now not wearing any clothes, and my breath hitched. There was only one thing I like more than a half-naked husband, and that was a completely naked husband.

  "Shall we get you ready for that plug, kittykat?" His hands were once again on my ass, kneading and rubbing, and they felt divine. Solid warm heat seeped into me, igniting the fiery whip marks he'd left earlier. It was a little uncomfortable, but in a good way, and I relaxed into his fingers instantly. "Are you wet for me, precious?" It was a stupid question. I was always wet for him, but he checked anyway, sliding his index and middle finger deep inside me. "Ah, God, do you have any idea how much you turn me on?" I had an idea, and if it was anywhere near half as much as I was turned on right now, we were both in trouble.

  It took Mark thirty minutes to get that damn plug inside me. Two fingers in my pussy turned to three, three turned to four, and then the plug was there, sliding inside my tight wet pussy like it had been made for it. He had me writhing all over the bed, bells and handcuffs jingling at each tiny movement I made, as he pumped the thing inside me over and over again, and this was just the warm-up! The real action had yet to begin, but I knew it wouldn't be long. Sure enough, a few minutes later I felt the cold slide of lubricant being applied to my ass cheeks. Mark even made that feel heavenly, sliding his finger up and down the valley of my ass until I was as slippery as a skating rink. Then it was two fingers in my pussy, while one was slowly being inserted into my ass, and that had me face-down in the duvet, chewing the bed sheets like a woman possessed. Honestly, I couldn't take much more of this without going mad. Mark knew, of course, but if there was one thing my husband was good at it was pushing my body to the limit. Unfortunately, it looked like he was going for an all-time record.

  It wasn't long before all of Mark's fingers were inside me, stroking my inner walls and widening them to the best of his ability. Sometimes the strokes were short, sharp and intense, other times they were soft, delicate, smooth, and as slippery as silk. All served one purpose; they wanted to wear down my resolve. They were doing a damn good job of it, too.

  When the plug pressed for entry I was more than ready for it. Almost squealing with excitement as Mark parted my ass cheeks, I breathed heavily as he began to slide the beast home. He took his time, of course.
Tiny little pulses at first, to get me used to the idea, gradually increasing in length and breadth until they had me panting with need. My clit was now a throbbing, painful mess. Mark knew this, and as a result stayed as far away from it as possible. I wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all, but I refused to give my husband the satisfaction. I would see this through to the end and make my point. When the plug finally slotted home I wanted to cry out for mercy. My body was now burning up with need, and I had a bad feeling we were going to end the evening at an impasse.

  Pressing the fluffy tale close to my reddened buttocks, he rubbed it up and down my fresh welts and chuckled when I squirmed.

  "You look adorable, kittykat." Mark pressed his lips gently to my back and moaned. "I swear I could eat you all up in a single serving." That was no exaggeration, as my husband regularly did eat me and no matter how long he dined upon my flesh, he always came back for more. "Right, back on all fours, kitten." Struggling to obey, I fought the soft mattress in front of me, until I turned my liquid bones around one hundred and eighty degrees. When I'd managed that I slid off the bed in exhaustion, but managed to obey his request. Lust poured forth from my eyes, but they were met with steely indifference. My earlier instincts had been right.

  "Now, there's just one final item for you, but we're going to leave that until tomorrow morning because it's bedtime, sweetheart. Unless you want to leap into bed with me?" He then stood up and placed the pink ball gag back on the top of our chest of drawers, where it looked very incongruous, set next to a small Tiffany lamp and stained glass trinket box. I looked up at Mark for a long moment, letting the question hang in the air between us, before finally making a soft sigh of disappointment. That was all he was going to get. If he wanted to play dirty, that was his problem.