by Sara Fields
“Please. Please, let me come,” she begged.
“Spread those cheeks for us, kitten,” Noah commanded and she whimpered. The belt whipped across the lower curve of her bottom, just kissing the engorged lips of her pussy and she cried out in both total pain and desire. She rushed to reach back and grip her cheeks, spreading herself for her masters. Her entrance clenched in desperation to be filled, to be taken and conquered by her men and she moaned, awash in an intoxicating mixture of shame, lust, and agony.
“Such a naughty kitten. Now you’re going to get a punishment tail instead of one meant for daily training. We’re going to discipline this bottom inside and out for your disobedient behavior,” Zack said and her backside tensed with anxiety.
He reached forward and tapped her bottom hole with his finger a few times, almost as though he was spanking it. She groaned with embarrassment and whined when he began to spread a slippery solution on her tight, reluctant rim of muscle. He picked up a large black plug with a long flowy fur tail and showed it to her.
“Now, be a good kitten and take it with grace. Understand?” Zack demanded and she nodded, whispering a simple “yes, sir” under her breath, her sore backside reminding her to be obedient.
The plug pressed against her forbidden channel, sliding in slowly. The tip was narrow and flared out at the base. The further it pushed into her, the more it stretched her until it started to become painful. The base of the tail was wider than anything she’d ever taken into her secret entrance and the foreign stretching sensation left her reeling. She cried out, trying not to clench her muscles against its inescapable journey inside her.
Her hands still held her cheeks wide for them and her thighs quivered, her arousal building between her thighs. She had little doubt that both Noah and Zack could see just how turned on she was and she squeezed her eyes shut in shame.
The plug pressed further, stretching her wider than ever and she fought tears back at the disgraceful burning feeling.
“Please,” she begged, yet the plug still pushed on.
At last, after what seemed like ages, it popped inside her. Her bottom hole clenched around the flared base, which held it in place so that she couldn’t push it out or dislodge it in any way. Her masters had truly sent her a message that they owned her in every way and she groaned at the realization.
The plug was heavy, reminding her at every moment that they had decided that she needed punishment for not listening. The soft fur brushed against her leg and she quivered at its comforting touch. Noah scraped his nails against her sore cheeks and she moaned at the sudden intensity of both pain and pleasure as they overwhelmed all her senses.
Zack pulled her leather panties up and over her punished ass and she squealed as the material reignited her soreness even further. He pulled her tail through the opening in the back and she trembled, imagining the picture in her head of her bottom cheeks parted with a long kitty tail. Her pussy felt the caress of the chilly air, still open though the crotch-less design of the lingerie.
Noah rethreaded his belt around his waist while Zack lifted her and deposited her on the floor on her hands and knees. He knelt down and pulled a glove onto each of her hands. The pair was fingerless, protecting her palms from the floor yet leaving her fingers free. Lastly, he pulled a leather mask over her eyes. When she touched the top of the mask, she felt the pointy tips of ears. With a soft cry, she recognized he had just given her kitten ears.
“You’ll spend the day on your knees, kitten. I expect you to crawl for us,” Noah instructed expectantly. He knelt down and gripped the leash attached to her throat and urged her forward. Not wanting to experience any further punishment, she followed him willingly, grateful for the leather protecting her palms and knees from the floor. He guided her out of the bedroom at a slow pace, allowing her to get used to the idea of crawling for him. They entered the kitchen and he looped the end of the leash on a hook on the wall that she hadn’t noticed before.
Noah opened a cupboard and removed a bowl. Looking firmly back at her, he opened the fridge to retrieve a bag of food that looked a lot like a bag of cat kibble. He poured it into the bowl and put it on the floor in front of her. He also poured a bowl of milk and placed it beside the kitten food.
“What is this?” she asked hesitantly and her stomach growled loudly in protest. She couldn’t eat that, right? She shuddered, her mouth opening in shock as she stared back at him, but she didn’t dare utter a word.
“Eat. Now, kitten,” Noah demanded.
Looking back between him and the food, she bit her lip. Her bottom still ached from her belting and the plug sat heavily in her forbidden channel, reminding her of just how harsh they could be. If she disobeyed, they would punish her again, that she was sure of. She didn’t know if her poor backside could handle more of their discipline. Swallowing her pride as much as she could, she sighed and moved toward the bowl. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? She reached forward hesitantly with her fingers and Zack knelt beside her and slapped her hands away.
“Kittens don’t use their hands to eat. You’re only allowed to use your mouth. Keep all four paws on the floor, Bella,” Zack chided her and she pressed her hands to her chest.
“With my mouth?” she whispered, unbelieving.
Noah nodded. “Drink your milk and eat your breakfast. This is the favorite food of all of our kittens, so I promise you will like it,” he added curtly.
She stared at the dish for long moment, trying to wrap her mind around the indignity and strangeness of being expected to eat like an animal. The two of them watched her, their presence overwhelmingly commanding and expectant. Noah flexed his hands and her muscles twitched with nervousness. Ultimately, she convinced herself to lean forward, edging her lips closer to the bowl.
The kitten food looked like round little chocolate malt balls, so she tried to imagine that she was just eating sweets. Curling her lips around one, she used her teeth to maneuver it onto her tongue. When she crunched down and began to chew, a powerful explosion of chocolate peanut butter flavor took over her mouth. She moaned at the decadent flavor, instantly craving more. Placing her hands down on either side of the bowl, she ate some more, distracted from her feelings about what she was being made to do by the indulgent taste.
When she finished, she was surprisingly full. Using her tongue, she licked her fingers and used them to clean her lips. Both Zack and Noah smiled down at her before scratching behind her ears.
“Good little kitten. Now drink some of your milk before we go for a nice walk to the kitten compound. You’ll get to meet some of our other pets in training today,” Zack said with a grin.
Suddenly feeling very thirsty, she leaned forward tentatively. Staring down at the white creamy liquid before her, she ventured her tongue forward and lapped at the milk. She started slowly, curling her tongue to capture as much milk as possible. She groaned at the rich taste and drank her fill, before settling back on her heels. Most of the milk was gone, with only a little bit left at the bottom of the bowl. The two of them looked at her expectantly.
“Thank you, Masters,” she said softly with a gentle smile, hoping that was what they wanted. Noah nodded curtly and Zack rose from his seat. He reached down and petted the top of her head. She sighed at his soft touch.
Zack picked up the dishes off the floor and quickly washed them in the sink. Noah took her leash off the loop on the wall and guided her out of the house and into the warm embrace of the outdoors. The sun shone down on her and she grinned at the warmness, feeling the softness of the grass under her hands.
Gazing back up at the men, her pussy clenched with unmet desire. Since she hadn’t been allowed to come, her entire body thrummed with need. Slinking forward on her hands and knees made her feel sensual and beautiful and the wetness between her thighs showed just how much she was growing to like being a kitten for them.
The leather gloves and the boots protected her delicate skin from any rocks. Although embarrassing
to admit, she was rather enjoying her time as their pet. Although harsh, they had always been fair, never punishing her on their whims or abusing their power. They had even been kind and understanding, which she hadn’t expected when she first found out about being sent to Dayhari.
She had to remember to obey them though, because she was quite sure they wouldn’t hesitate a second to bare her bottom again and spank her. Her bottom clenched at the thought. Chewing her lip, she imagined being taken in hand once again. They’d lay her over their knees and bare her backside, scolding her for misbehaving like a naughty kitten. Her thighs trembled a little at the thought.
A harsh jerk of the leash jolted her forward, distracting her from her wayward thoughts. Noah’s eyes narrowed in warning and she hurried forward.
“Sorry, sir,” she muttered. Lost in her thoughts, she’d probably paused or slowed down and her stomach dropped at his dark look.
He nodded, before scolding her. “Do it again and I’ll have to spank you in front of all the other kittens.”
She shivered at the threat, even as she felt her arousal grow between her thighs. How was it possible that she was so turned on by his threats of punishment, especially considering she’d be publicly reprimanded in front of other people?
With a shaky gasp, she had to remind herself not to hold her breath. Moving one limb forward and then another, she followed Noah and Zack, trailing a short distance behind them. She felt totally exposed, the plug heavy in her bottom hole, the tail swishing between her legs and her pussy wet and bare to the open air. Her clit pulsed, reminding her once again that she hadn’t been given permission to orgasm yet. As she moved, she felt her wet folds rubbing against one another, drenched with her honey.
They reached a large building not long after, complete with tall glass windows. She saw other kittens sitting in the windows, wearing outfits similar to hers. One was sitting in a sunbeam, dragging a soft brush through her long blonde hair. Her eyes widened with a strange look when she saw the three of them and the woman paused, before resuming her grooming process. Isabella turned away when Noah opened the door, leading her into a big room complete with plush cream-colored carpet. It almost felt as though she was crawling on top of a mattress, it was so soft.
Other women emerged from doors around the room, lurking forward on their hands and knees to greet the three of them. A few of them came over to her and nuzzled their heads against her shoulder. The blonde one that Isabella had seen in the window climbed down and crawled over to the men, rubbing against their legs just like she imagined a cat would have done.
The room was covered with soft pillows and round beds large enough for a few of them to sleep in. There was a small tiled area where sets of bowls lined the walls. In one corner of the rooms was a series of ramps and landings that allowed the women to climb up and relax up above them. Isabella looked up and saw a few of them napping in the different areas of the kitten play scape. Others cuddled together lazily in the room before them.
A few soft mews met her ears.
“How are my kittens today? Everyone behaving?” Zack prodded with a grin.
One woman crawled forward, the black mask covering her eyes and nose, ears perked up high. Long red hair cascaded down her back, her pale skin glowing in the sunlight. Isabella noticed her bright green eyes, stark in color against the black of her mask.
“Hello, mama kitty. Do we need to punish any kittens today?” Noah asked the women as he knelt down to her. He petted the top of her head and she purred for him.
She nodded and glanced over at a padded bench at the center of the room. Isabella noticed that no one was lounging on it, which seemed a bit strange. She then noticed a small table next to it with a single leather paddle on it. It was then she understood.
The woman nodded and put her chin on Noah’s shoulder. She whispered something into his ear and he nodded gently.
“Thank you, mama kitty. You’ll be rewarded today, but first, I want all the kittens to welcome Isabella here,” he said, jerking his chin in her direction. Then, he turned toward her. “Kitten, lie on your back here, spread your legs good and wide,” he said, pointing to a nearby plush pink bed.
This time, she did as she was told, even though she trembled in shame as she opened her legs to reveal herself to all the women in the room. She shivered. They’d see how wet she was, how turned on she’d been by the whole ordeal.
Noah then reached down and unclipped a clasp at the top of her bra. He pulled the leather away, revealing her pert nipples to the warm air.
“Come here, kittens! Isabella here is in need of a bath. Please clean her as thoroughly as if she was one of your own,” Zack commanded. All the women lifted their heads, smiling back at her with a sultry hunger that gave her the shivers.
Four women crawled forward and grasped her ankles and wrists, holding her in place as a multitude of others joined in. She squeaked when the mama kitty, the one woman who was clearly in charge of the rest, moved in between her legs. Her red hair cascaded down her back, tickling Bella’s thighs when she leaned forward. Isabella focused on her, aware of the fact that she was very close to her entrance. Other women still continued to surround her, but mama kitty’s green eyes held her captive.
Confused, she jumped when mama kitty touched her thigh with her fingertips. Another set of hands held down her knees. The redhead between her legs was the first to move. Her head dipped low and Isabella watched with embarrassed arousal as her tongue darted forward, lapping her honey from her inner thighs.
All at once, it felt like a dozen mouths were against her skin, soft kisses and tongues trailing across her sensitive flesh. She moaned, immediately overwhelmed by sensation. Mama kitty lapped between her thighs, suckling her swollen lips and at once settling on her clit. Her tongue twirled around her hard bud and she shivered with pleasure.
Fingers and mouths gripped at her nipples and white-hot passion flowed through her veins. She knew that both Zack and Noah were watching the kittens pleasure her and a little piece of her delighted in that fact, although she was ashamed to admit it. Moaning loudly, she struggled weakly against the hands holding her down, reveling in the feeling of vulnerability and the lack of control running over her. Her nerves electrified, she keened as mama kitty suckled her clit hard.
“Oh God, please, Masters, let me come,” she begged, struggling to hold the pleasure at bay. Every nerve in her body blazed with heat and her core tightened. She felt like she was drifting to a faraway place, yet bound to their ownership. Rough male hands threaded through her hair and around her throat.
“Please,” she pleaded, her voice no louder than a whisper.
One of them gripped and pulled her hair hard, forcing her to look up. It was Zack.
“You’ll come when I say, kitten,” he demanded. Noah was kneeling beside him. His hands were surrounding her throat and he squeezed a little harder as the lust within her intensified. Panting, she quivered under their rule.
She was so close. Just one more second and she would find her release.
“Oh, God. I can’t hold back. Please,” she implored him.
“If you come without permission, pet, you will be punished,” Zack warned and she screamed out in frustration. Every fiber of her being was yearning for release. She needed it, craved it, demanded it.
Her muscles quivered with need and she began to grow desperate. The mouths, tongues, fingers, and hands all over her were relentless and she was having difficulty focusing.
“I can’t,” she pleaded.
Mama kitty’s fingers prodded at her entrance. At once, they surged forward and Isabella lost all sense of reason. Her orgasm slammed over her with enough force that her back arched cleanly off the bed. She burned hot with her lust, her muscles tensing with her passion. Mama kitty’s fingers stroked her hard and fast, twirling and turning inside her. The woman drew her orgasm out, goading her release to continue on into the next.
Her senses on overload, she k
eened loudly. Teeth scraped her nipples and she groaned with pleasure. When her orgasm finally began to fade, one voice rang out above all the others.
“Stop.”
It was Noah. She shivered hard, knowing that she had disobeyed him. She had come without permission. The tone of his voice chilled her to the bone.
Mama kitty drew back and withdrew her fingers from Isabella’s pussy. All the kittens retreated, leaving Isabella there alone on the bed on her back. Zack knelt next to her and she trembled as he lifted the leash off the floor. Standing to his full height, he pulled her to her hands and knees, leading her to the padded bench at the center of the room.
She fought him, her eyes distinctly aware of the leather paddle sitting on the table beside it. In no time at all, he reached the dreaded bench and sat down. Grasping for her, he quickly deposited her over his knee and bared her bottom. He tucked her tail to the side and started spanking her right away.
His smacks were harsh and took her breath away from the start. She struggled and kicked, but his palm found the mark every time. He focused heavily on the place where her bottom met her thighs and he had her muttering cries and apologies in no time at all. Panting, she yelled out her displeasure yet still he spanked her.
“You will listen, kitten. Now you’ve earned a spanking in front of all the other pets. They get to see you punished like a naughty little cat,” he chastised and she whined. She looked out and realized that an audience had gathered in front of her. Shamed, she felt the blood rise to her face as she flushed.
“Not only are you going to be paddled in front of all the kittens, but you’re going to show them what happens to naughty pussies that come without permission,” he scolded and she squirmed over his lap.
All of a sudden, the sting of his spanks intensified and she realized that he had picked up the leather paddle. Her bottom was still awfully sore from her punishment with his belt earlier that day and it didn’t take long for her to feel like a truly naughty pet over her master’s knees.
