Dirty Dozen- P.L.A.Y.- tales of sexual savagery and Daddy's Girl (Dirty Dozens)

by Aaron Evans

  And cats. I could already see there were lots of other cats.

  This was one of the thing that worried me the most. I was in the carrier because we had almost argued over this very thing.

  "I just can't help but think that there will be two hundred other cats there. It's the only thing I worry about, regarding the convention."

  "You shouldn't worry about anything. You are a pet. It's not your job to worry."

  "Worry isn't the right word. It's not that I'm concerned about them. I just-"

  He rolled over, looking at me. His eyes were dark as midnight. Even through my frustration, my eyes were drawn to his well-defined chest.

  "I don't want you thinking about the other cats. We are going to this thing together- you and I. You need to worry about me and what I need from you. Be a good kitty. Do as you're told. We'll be fine."

  "I know I'll be fine. I'm not worried, it's just irritating."

  "It irritates me too." He gave me a dark look. "Do you think other cats worry because there's too many cats in the world? Or do you think that I'm one of the rare Master's who has to deal with a creature so vain that she cannot stand for there to be others like her?"

  “That's not what I me-"

  "I know what you mean, Kim." His voice was low, but he held his anger. "Let it go. Go to sleep."

  But I hadn't been able to let it go.

  Master Patrick can tell anyone- my pride is one of my most troubling flaws. It wasn't enough to simply be able to go to the con with him, no. I needed to be special. It had always bothered me that so many women felt drawn to being a cat. Whether it was for Halloween, or play parties, I was always one of a dozen other women who dressed the same way.

  That was my problem: they dressed as a cat, I am one.

  Whenever we were at home, I was always in my tail and ears. Unless there was something special happening, I was Master Patrick's pet. We had rules, of course. Typically, (unless I was being punished) I was allowed to use the toilet in the house, and I spoke. But the entire time, I was Master Patrick's pet. I had a collar with a pretty bell and I ate from his hand.

  This is who I am.

  So, to deal with so many other women, who put on their tail for a sexy halloween costume, or just because they thought it looked cute-

  It pissed me off, that's all. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, even after my Master drifted off.

  At the time, I had believed he didn't know. The next morning proved me wrong. As we were getting ready to set out, Master Patrick had a punishment in mind.

  "You want to be a special kitty, be different, fine." He had his black bag out, and my heart sank. "Let's get you geared up."

  "I-" I didn't know what to say. The plan was that we attend the con, where we had our own room. I would get in my skin there. It would give me time to walk through the convention without my true self on, and I could see what others were doing.

  "I'm not playing, Kim. You always bitch about how no one else is as devoted as you are. Well, let's play the part." He pulled my plug-tail from his bag. "Naked. Now."

  I whimpered. I hated the plug tail. It was just a little too large for me, and Master Patrick knew it. It was specifically saved for when he was displeased with me.

  Slowly, I pulled my jeans down over my hips. As I kicked my sandals off, I kept my eyes on him to make certain he was serious. Sometimes, my Master tested me, just to see if I would be a good kitty.

  His dark eyes were unreadable. He simply watched, waiting for me to follow his command.

  Trying not to pout, I pulled my jeans down and dropped them on the floor.

  I had no underwear on, of course. I was only allowed it when I was in heat. When my jeans were off, he smiled, and nodded.

  "Shirt too, pretty girl. Let' s show everyone how devoted you are."

  I didn't say anything- I rarely spoke when he was being dominant to me. I took off my shirt, and dropped it on the floor.

  "Turn around. Spread your legs and put your pretty paws against the wall."

  I whimpered, but complied. I knew what he was doing. When he came up behind me, I could smell him. His scent, woodsmoke and cedar, always made me wet. He nuzzled my neck as his fingers traced their way down my back.

  "I'm putting the plug in your ass, Kitty." His voice was a hushed whisper. I trembled at his breath on my neck. "It stays there. If you lose it, I beat you. It's as simple as that."

  I whimpered again. He was standing so close, I could feel his cock through his slacks.

  In that moment, I wanted nothing more. I wanted to turn, drop to my knees, and clean my Master's cock with my mouth. If only he could see what a good girl I was, how I was willing to service him-

  Then, he spread my cheeks. I bit my lip as he pushed the thick plug into my ass. At least, thankfully, he had applied lube to it before he pushed.

  Still, he was fierce and without mercy. I gasped as the plug stretched me, and then filled me. It was far larger than I enjoyed.

  But I knew my Master didn't care.

  "You won't get to walk into the con, look around, and then take your time and show up. I'll be taking you in your carrier. You may wear your paws, your ears and this tail. If you are a good girl, you can have the rest of your furs later."

  Naked. I would be practically naked when he brought me in. Everyone would be able to see me. My heart felt like it was going to explode from my chest.

  Still, his word was my law.

  I felt small before him. "Yes, Master."

  "The carrier is in the back of my Escalade. Get in it. I'll be out shortly."

  I didn't say anything- there was nothing to say. Instead, I nuzzled his neck, whimpering pitifully.

  "None of that." His voice was like iron. "Go."

  I knew better than to argue.

  ***

  Once at the con, my heart was racing. It was like a dove's wings in my chest.

  Master Patrick parked, and then walked around the back of the Escalade. He opened the back, and reached for our bags.

  "Stay here, Kitty. I'm going to check in and get our things to our room." He gave me a tight smile, and shut the back.

  Then, he left me there.

  As I watched him walk away, our bags in hand, I could see how many people were already outside. No one was naked yet- not as I would be. I knew that for the duration of P.L.A.Y. that nudity and partial nudity was fairly common, but it was an entirely different thing to be the first one.

  Master was gone far longer than I thought he would be. When he returned he had a wheeled luggage cart that he was pushing.

  I had no doubt what it was for.

  I curled up on the floor, wrapping around myself. My tail covered most of my ass, and I hugged my arms around my breasts. He opened the back, he smiled at me.

  "There's my good girl." He reached for my carrier, and pulled me out. There was a slight bump as he pulled me out, and another lurch as the carrier settled onto the cart.

  It wasn't particularly cold outside, but I still got goosebumps from the wind. He pushed me along the asphalt, and the cart jumped and jolted. Still, I stayed as low as I could, trying to keep a good view of what was going on around me.

  As can be expected, and as I feared, the most exciting thing happening was... me. People all around us were trying to get a glance at the first naked pet of the con.

  "She's very impressive." He was a large black man, with two puppy girls on leashes. "Perhaps we can play later?"

  Master Patrick stopped and gave his pets an appraising eye. "My Kitty definitely needs to learn to play with others. That's part of why we're here."

  I looked at one of the puppy-girls. She was on all fours, of course, with a collar around her neck. She was lovely, with long black hair and shining blue eyes. She had on what amounted to a fur bikini. Her tail was attached with a fur belt.

  The second girl was just as pretty, but much more curious. She had come around to the side of my carrier, and was sniffing at my tail.

  "Now, Belle."
The man pulled on her leash and she whined. "Perhaps you can play with the little kitty later."

  Master Patrick smiled at me. He knew I was nervous. Not only had I never actually played with other pets, but puppy-girls made me a touch nervous. They were so... exuberant. I didn't know if I would be able to keep up.

  "She's busy for part of this evening. We have plans." His smile was like a knife's edge. "But I could perhaps see fit to letting her play for a few hours in the morning. I'd love for her to have the experience." He handed the man a business card.

  I never knew it was possible to be terrified and aroused at the same time.

  The puppies' Master chuckled. "My bitches seem eager. We'll be in touch. My name's Damon." He reached out and shook Master Patrick's hand. Then, we were on our way.

  The convention hall was large, and as Master Patrick pushed my carrier through, I could glimpse everyone's pets. I knew that P.L.A.Y. wouldn't truly begin until this evening, but people were still in their skins.

  There were two pony-girls that were being unharnessed by their Master. He had a riding crop in hand, and was using it to direct them. Almost in time, they trotted together, with him following close behind.

  They weren't the only ones, of course. There were numerous puppy-girls, a fox or two, and even a wolf, stalking through the con as if he owned the place.

  And of course there were other cats. Dozens of them.

  Still, my previous worries were far behind. Compared to my Master allowing strange puppies to fuck me, compared to being wheeled through the con naked, the idea of my vanity over other cat girls seemed foolish.

  When we got to our room, my mind was far away from other cat-girls. I was already wet, and practically whimpering. I was certain that Master Patrick would want to play with me before we went out into the con.

  I ached for him.

  I had learned to keep my hands off of myself, however. Master Patrick, and only Master Patrick, got to say when I felt pleasure. That was one of his rules. As his pet, my pleasure belonged to him.

  “Kitty, we need to set some boundaries. Would you like to come out of your carrier?”

  I shifted. It was very cramped in my box. “Yes, Sir.”

  "Kitty, why don't you come sit on my lap?" He smiled at me. "Why don't you come up here so we can talk?"

  I stood, stretching. I was unable to meet his gaze. I could already smell my musk in the air, and knew that he could as well. His smile grew wider

  "That's my good kitty."

  I made my way to him, and crawled onto his lap. Sitting on Master Patrick's lap was never an innocent thing. Today, however, it was extra difficult, as I had to shuffle from the plug in my ass.

  I straddled him, my legs wide. It was staring straight into those beautiful, sharp eyes of his, and feeling his gaze like rivulets of fire.

  I brushed my red hair from my face. "Is this what you want, sir?" My voice was a breathless whisper. Every inch of my body yearned, ached for his touch.

  "It is." He reached between my legs, tracing his fingers along my wet thigh. I shivered.

  "You're very wet, kitty." He chuckled darkly.

  "Yes, Sir." I flicked my eyes up at him and bit my lip. "My pussy is wet for you.” His fingers danced at the edge of my slit and I whimpered.

  "Kitty, we need to talk about the con. I tried to talk with you the other night, but you weren't being a very good girl." He dipped a finger into my warmth, and my hips bucked against him. Gently, he pushed deeper. It was slow, his fingers strong.

  "Oh, sir, I know."

  "I needed you to be my good little kitty and listen to me. But all you could think about was yourself."

  My head lolled back and I sighed as his fingers played against my clit. He knew everything about my body. I couldn't speak as he made me whimper, as his lips nibbled their way down my neck and to my nipple. Fiercely, he devoured my breast, making me gasp.

  "Oh. Please, Master Patrick. Please."

  "Please… what, Kitty? What do you want?

  My eyes drifted closed, and his fingers pulled back. Just as I started to whine, his thumb found my clit again.

  Oh.

  Oh God.

  My eyes flew open, and he was smiling at me. “I don't care what you want, Kitty. Not now. You haven't been the best little pet, have you?"

  I whined. "No, sir."

  "That's right. You haven’t. We need to talk about what we're going to do."

  "Please." I didn't even know what I was asking for, not really. I wanted to make him happy, wanted to keep him from hurting me. I had been a vain, selfish little thing. I wanted it to be all better.

  All I wanted in the world was to hear his satisfied little sigh as he came inside me.

  "Let's talk about what we're doing here, little Kitty. Why did we come to con?" He reached behind my dripping pussy and applied pressure to my tail-plug. I whimpered.

  "You said that I needed more training."

  "That's right, little Kitty." He tongued one of my nipples and I moaned. "You do. I need to have you see how other pets behave. This entire weekend is about you seeing what is expected of a pet." He began playing with my pussy again, and I whimpered. "What do you need, little Kitty?"

  I was practically panting. "You, Master. I need you-" I stuttered as his fingers spun faster. "I need to be your good little kitty, sir."

  "I'm going to let other people use your pussy, little kitty. I'm going to make you clean other pets with your tongue."

  "Fuck." The pleasure was like a fire in my body. "Sir, I need-"

  He grinned at me. "Get on your knees, if you want to actually be a good little kitty." His fingers spun faster, and then dipped inside me again. "Show me what your sweet little mouth is for."

  I mewled as he fucked me with his hand. "It's for your cock, sir. My mouth is for your cock." I opened my eyes, begging him with them. "I need you to fuck my pretty face, sir. I need you to decide when I breathe. I need to listen to the sounds you make while I drool all over you."

  Even though he loved me as his pet, he also loved it when I talked dirty to him. He said it reminded me that when I was with him, I wasn't prim and proper Kim. No, I was his Kitty, his toy, his plaything.

  His pet.

  "On your knees, Kitty. Show me."

  I slid off of his lap and knelt in front of him.

  “I’m going to watch, and you are going to rub yourself. You don’t have permission to come until I say.”

  I winced. There was ever only one answer. “Yes, sir.”

  “Don’t tell me, bitch. Show me.”

  “Yes, Master Patrick.”

  I knew what he liked. It wasn’t just the wetness of my fingers against my lips, or the smell of my musk in the air; it was the show. He liked watching me squirm, liked the way I bit my lip and moaned, liked to watch my hips move.

  I touched myself briefly, to see if I was wet enough. I was. I didn’t need to lick my fingers; I was already sopping wet. I licked them anyway, making certain I looked him in the eye as I slowly sucked the musk of my desire from my fingers. They were glistening when I pulled them from my mouth.

  Then, I began rolling my finger over the sweet spot.

  Master Patrick loved making me pleasure myself. Once, I had asked him why, and he took a picture on his phone. Later, he had shown it me.

  There I was, on my knees. I had the tail-plug in my ass, and fur gloves on my left hand and also my feet. I had my ears on, and looked at him with my bright green eyes.

  My right hand was between my legs, massaging my clit. In the photo, my eyes were burning with lust. I had never seen myself like that, my body on fire, covered in a sheen of my own sweat.

  If this was how he saw me, I understood. I was lust, was passion.

  This is what he made me.

  “Oh, Master Patrick.” I closed my eyes and tried not to pant. I loved the thick wetness that trickled over my hand while he watched. I brought my other hand to one pink nipple and pinched, sending sweet fire from my nipple t
o my groin. My hips began to roll, and my eyes drifted as I rubbed myself.

  "Easy pet. You know what you were here for, don't you? On your knees?"

  I whimpered. "Yes, sir."

  My fingers were dancing and my desire was mounting. God, I needed him. I needed to have his fist in my hair and have him drag me to his bed. I needed to have his hand around my throat while he fucked me unconscious. I moaned softly, thinking about the way his voice sounded while he came deep inside me.

  "Master Patrick." I could hear the need in my voice. "Your pet needs to come, Master. I need to come, here, on the floor for you. Please."

  "No. Take your hand away."

  I whimpered, but did as he asked.

  "Don't worry, little kitty. You'll get to come. Just not yet."

  I beamed. "Thank you, sir."

  He stepped over to me, his crotch right in front of my face. I could smell him through the rough fabric. He reached for his fly, and unzipped. With a little adjustment, his cock was in my face.

  I looked up at him, my green eyes on his dark ones. The soft, wet sound of me fondling myself filled the room. I panted, my mouth open, and my tongue out, just the slightest bit.

  "Take me in your mouth, Kitty."

  "Yes, sir."

  I leaned towards him, tasting the end of his cock with my pretty pink tongue. I moaned as I licked him. He wound his fingers into my already mussed hair, and twisted. I whimpered as he pushed his cock into my mouth.

  "There. That's a good girl. Show me how well you suck cock."

  I love sucking his cock. I love the taste of it. I love having my face held while he pushes himself into my throat. I love being taken. It would be obvious to any who watched. I whimpered and moaned as he fucked my face, my drool running freely from the sides of my mouth. I wanted to get lost in him, get swept away in the act of servicing his cock.

  I was trembling.

  Master Patrick did not let up. He held my head in place and sank his thickness deep into my mouth. Soon, I could scarcely breathe. I didn't care. I suckled him ravenously, whimpering and breathing when he would allow me. More than anything, I wanted to slip a finger between my legs and play with my trembling pearl. I wanted to slip a finger into my wetness and fuck myself until I came all over the floor.