Grooming Kitty: A BDSM Romance

by Kirsten McCurran

  “Yes, that’s a good girl, Kitty. Give in to your needs and desires. Let it all out and surrender. It’s so delicious when you surrender,” Mr. Gardner cooed, still running those pearls between her legs.

  She had only just caught her breath when he pulled them tighter and the pearls rubbed her clit. Mr. Gardner pulled them quickly over her clit and Katherine lost it again. Shockingly, her second orgasm was even more powerful than her first. She gasped for air and squeezed her eyes shut so tightly it hurt. Trying to curl into a ball only made her tug on the restraints, but somehow that pain only made the orgasm more intense and Katherine really was thrown into another world.

  Katherine had no idea how long she stayed like that before she felt Mrs. Gardner stroking her hair and rubbing her back. Katherine was still bent over the horse and restrained and so drained that she could have even fallen asleep in that absurd position. Her pussy still tingled and now that she was back in her own head she was embarrassed by how exposed she was. Crazily, Katherine was glad that she always kept up on her grooming down there, leaving just a little strip. “You did so well, darling. I can tell he’s impressed. I’m so jealous. I still remember my first time.”

  Katherine heard the words, but they did not make any sense. She did not understand all this talk about “first times” and impressing Mr. Gardner. The only reason she had done this was because she had no choice. That was what Katherine kept telling herself over and over again.

  “I am well pleased, but playing with Kitty’s cunt has made me horny as hell. Fix the mirror and come here, pet.”

  Mrs. Gardner had the larger mirror her husband held behind Katherine earlier and she leaned it against the wall, so the girl could see the rest of the room—or at least a slice of it. In that slice she saw Mr. Gardner standing with his cock out and then Mrs. Gardner kneeling down in front of him. The blond woman stared at his cock like a junkie at a needle and her zeal to please her husband was almost frightening. Mrs. Gardner held his cock and licked it like the most delicious candy while moaning and cooing over it. Mr. Gardner took it from her and slapped her in the face with it while she tried to kiss it. It was so dirty—the way he was treating her—but also very erotic. Katherine had gone down on boys, but it was not something she loved, like Mrs. Gardner obviously did. Finally, he put it in her mouth and she loudly sucked him and had no trouble taking his entire cock, even though he was quite impressive in size, at least to Katherine's limited experience.

  Watching Mrs. Gardner pleasing her husband, her master, was so much hotter than any of the dirty videos Katherine had seen. She could clearly hear Mrs. Gardner sucking and Mr. Gardner moaning as she did her best to get him off. Katherine couldn’t tear her eyes away and studied what Mrs. Gardner was doing, because by the way he reacted she was very good at it. Mrs. Gardner bobbed back and forth on her own until Mr. Gardner grabbed the back of her head. He held her still and fucked his cock into her mouth. Katherine watched, wide-eyed, as Mr. Gardner moved faster and faster, with no regard to his wife, who sounded like she was gagging. Drool dripped from her chin, but she did not struggle or try to get away. She actually held onto his ass, as if pulling him into her.

  “Take it deep, my cocksucking slut,” Mr. Gardner growled. “Suck me harder!”

  It was Mrs. Gardner he was using, but with a shock Katherine realized he was staring at her in the mirror. Was that what he really wanted to do to her? It frightened her, but somewhere deep down, Katherine wondered if she were up to the challenge. There was something exciting about proving she could take anything he could dish out. The little taste he’d given her just now had awakened something inside her—something she was not even fully conscious of yet.

  “God, drink it down, pet,” Mr. Gardner moaned, holding his cock buried in Mrs. Gardner’s throat. He was coming, that much was obvious, and Katherine watched the blonde working to swallow it all. When he released her, Mrs. Gardner almost fell over and gasped for air. She stayed on her hands and knees, panting, while Mr. Gardner fixed his pants and came over to Katherine, first slackening the cord holding her cuffs, and then unclipping it.

  Mr. Gardner had to steady her when she landed on her feet and she held onto him with both cuffed hands. It would have been hard enough to stand after all that, even without the spreader bar forcing her into a wide stance. It was so weird to be naked from the waist down, handcuffed and spread. She could feel his breath on her thigh when he knelt down and released her from the spreader bar and it took every ounce of willpower to resist covering herself. She hoped getting so close to her pussy made him hard all over again because he was not going to fuck her. Katherine was surprised when he did not uncuff her hands, but told her to dress. It was awkward pulling on her panties and jeans with her hands cuffed together, but she did not protest. She did not want to give him a reason to keep her bound even longer.

  “Now Kitty, we have an arrangement between us. I expect you keep your end of the bargain and Mrs. Gardner and I will keep your behavior to ourselves.”

  “Yes, sir. I understand.”

  “Good. I wouldn’t want anything to ruin the fun we had tonight.” He finally uncuffed her and Katherine flexed her wrists, trying to get the blood flowing again. There were deep red indentations from her struggles.

  “Can I go now?” Freed, she suddenly wanted to be anywhere else but in that room, in that house. She fought the urge to run from the room.

  “Of course, I’ll walk you to the door.” He touched her back and Katherine shivered from fear, anger and…something else.

  After she collected her things, Mr. Gardner walked her to the door, like he always did when she was done working for the night. He also handed Katherine her pay and she felt dirty taking it, even though she told herself it was just for the babysitting. It was, however, three times what she usually got paid. She stood uncomfortably in the open door, not sure what to say. Did she say, “thank you, see you soon,” like she usually did. Did she tell him he was a sick perv and order him to stay away from her? Katherine didn’t know what to say because she didn’t know how she felt. There was what she should feel and then all the other things swirling in her head.

  “We will see you soon, Kitty,” Mr. Gardner said, and gave her a peck on the cheek.

  “Okay,” she simply answered and walked down the long walkway to the street.

  “Go straight home and be careful. You don’t know what’s lurking in the shadows,” Mr. Gardner called out.

  Katherine kept it together until she was sure she was out of sight and then broke into a run. She ran as fast as she could, even though she was sore all over and exhausted. She ran the four blocks to her house and wished she could keep running, keep running until she dropped and couldn’t feel anything. Katherine wanted to just disappear, but instead she went home and when she breezed past her mother, watching television in the living room, she acted like nothing was wrong. She threw off her clothes as quickly as she could and climbed into the shower, but did not turn the heat on to scrub away her shame. No, she turned the water freezing cold.

  Deep inside, Katherine felt she was burning alive. A flame had been lit and she had to put it out. She was ashamed, but not because she felt like a victim. It was precisely the opposite, actually. She could not go to the police and cry rape. First of all, she knew no one would believe her wild story. And secondly, she was afraid she would break down under questioning and admit how much she enjoyed it. Katherine had never climaxed harder in her life. She was almost afraid that no boy would ever get her off like that again. She just couldn’t imagine having sex with boys her age. She knew they weren’t capable of making her feel the way Mr. Gardner had. Katherine burned with shame and anger and humiliation, but also with desire. She wasn’t equipped to deal with such complex, conflicting feelings and she wept while she curled up in the tub with the freezing water beating down on her. All she knew for sure was that she had to avoid Mr. Gardner at all costs. If she didn’t, she had no idea what might happen next.

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br />   Katherine hoped she would awaken the next morning with all the strange feelings gone and she would be able to forget her crazy evening in the Gardners’ secret room, but that was not the case. Although she did her best to keep her mind focused on other things, whenever she allowed it to roam, it went back to what she felt while at Mr. Gardner’s mercy.

  Nor did the feeling fade over time. It was especially tough at night, when she laid in bed and waited for sleep. She would find herself so distracted that she could not help touching herself. Masturbation was something Katherine only occasionally indulged in—maybe after a frustrating date with an inept boy—but now it was almost an every night occurrence.

  If only she could confide in her friends it surely would have helped, but Katherine was far too ashamed to even admit what had happened, let alone talk about how much she liked it. She knew she should feel like she’d been used, but it was hard to reconcile that when she was the one who had received most of the pleasure. When she and Sandra lay side-by-side at the pool, tanning in their little string bikinis, it was on the tip of her tongue. Sandra was talking about some guy she hooked up with the night before and how good he was with his hands and Katherine couldn’t help but think about how good Mr. Gardner was with his hands, but she kept her mouth shut.

  “It was just nice to be with a boy who didn’t treat my body like an Xbox controller for once, you know what I mean?” Sandra commented. She glanced over at her friend beside her, but big sunglasses hid her eyes. Their brown bodies glistened in the hot sun from sweat and lotion. It was no secret that Sandra envied how easily Katherine tanned. While Katherine was a naturally dark beauty, Sandra was blonde and light and had to constantly work at getting the color she wanted while watching she did not burn.

  “Yeah,” Katherine agreed absent-mindedly. She was busy trying to shoo away thoughts of Mr. Gardner touching her pussy, while watching the late morning sun dance on the calm surface of the pool.

  “Are you listening to me at all, Kath?”

  “I am. Boys are clumsy and crude. And they wonder why we like older guys.”

  “I swear, no more boys under twenty-five. I swear Jared was the best lay ever.” Jared was Sandra’s former twenty-five year old boyfriend, who she met at a club using her fake ID when she was under age. They had a torrid fling until he found out how old she was and dropped her like she was radioactive, surely worried about how jail could derail his budding financial career. Sandra had been with boys in the years since, but she still went on about Jared. Was that how it would be with Mr. Gardner, Katherine wondered. If no other guys could make her orgasm the way he did would she be left always thinking about him?

  “You’re probably right, college guys are better.” Or maybe even older guys, Katherine thought.

  “We’ll be beating them off with sticks in a couple months. Living on campus will be totally different than commuting.”

  “I just can’t wait to get to school and have some freedom. It’s not just about guys.”

  “Bite your tongue. You obviously haven’t been with the right guys. Didn’t Cody know what he was doing?”

  “Cody was fine.”

  “Fine?”

  “Good, I mean Cody was good. We had a lot of fun together.”

  “Well, Kat, there’s fun and then there’s fun. You really need to come out to the club with us again.”

  “I don’t know, maybe.”

  Katherine did have a fake ID, although she’d only gotten it in the past year and only after she couldn’t take Sandra’s nagging about it any longer. After she got the ID, Sandra insisted she use it, so one night Katherine accompanied some of her more adventurous friends—who’d had theirs for years—and went to a club downtown. When they came to the front of the line she was excited by the thumping music spilling out onto the street and all the smartly dressed people around her, but did not think she would really get to see what was going on inside. Would the bouncer really believe she was twenty-seven-year-old, organ donor “Daisy George” from Wisconsin? Katherine didn’t think so, even though she followed Sandra’s advice, wearing one of her friend’s more outrageous dresses and allowing the blonde to layer the make-up on. Sandra explained that if you had enough cleavage showing, the bouncer never really looked at the ID anyway. Katherine held her breath while the beefy Samoan examined the fake driver’s license and then looked her over. Sure enough, his eyes never reached above her pushed-up, exposed breasts and he waved her right inside.

  Being inside the club was unlike anything Katherine had ever experienced. She felt uncomfortable with all of mature people around her, but after Sandra pressed the second drink into her hand she did not care as much. All she could taste was vodka, but there must have just been a dash of cranberry juice for color. She and her friends danced together in a tight group and Katherine was having a fantastic time, but as more guys became interested in them her friends were peeled away to dance one-on-one with men. Katherine ended up dancing with a handsome guy who looked close to thirty. Fortunately, he was respectful and kept his hands to himself. She saw the guy Sandra was dancing with had his hands all over her friend, though Sandra did not seem to mind.

  Katherine had fun at the club that night, but it was a bit too much for her. She didn’t appreciate being groped by a dozen anonymous guys every time she pushed through a crowd and by the end of the evening she’d had too much to drink and was sick by the side of the road. Since then she’d turned down her friends’ offers to join them at the club again, but she was thinking it might be the distraction she needed.

  “That’s not a no,” Sandra commented.

  “I’m just thinking maybe I should get out there and get a little more experience before I go off to school.”

  “You are kinda sheltered.”

  “I am not! I just don’t get crazy like you. I’m not some little virgin.”

  “There’s no need to be defensive, Kat. I’m not saying you’re a wallflower, I’m just saying you need to get out more, that’s all. Spread your wings.”

  “Let me know when you guys are hitting the club again and I will go.”

  “Awesome!”

  “Just don’t think I’m going to get crazy and let some stranger do me in the back of his car.”

  “You make it sound like that’s a bad thing,” Sandra giggled.

  “You really are terrible.”

  The girls dove into the pool to cool off and then Katherine had to change and go because she was babysitting that afternoon for a couple from the church while the mom went out to run some errands.

  ~~~

  Over the next couple weeks Katherine did a good job of avoiding the Gardners. Although Mrs. Gardner left several messages on her voicemail about coming to babysit, Katherine did not respond and even found excuses to avoid going to church with her family. She lied and said she preferred the contemporary on Sunday evening, which was led by the youth pastor—even though she found the acoustic guitar and the youth oriented messages cheesy. Still, it was easier to suffer through lame folksy hymns than risk running into the Gardners. Forgetting about her night in the Gardners’ secret room did not come as easily. Katherine filled up her time as much as possible. It helped, but eventually there was always down time and her mind wandered and images of being helpless before Mr. Gardner flashed through her mind. She couldn’t help thinking about how she must have looked or how it felt when he touched her and made her beg. It made her burn with shame—and desire. When it was too much, Katherine retreated to the shower and used her favorite setting on the shower massager.

  Katherine leaned against the cool tile wall while hot water pulsed and pounded right above her mound. She was so sensitive down there that just letting the water beat near her pussy made her clit throb. The ripples through her taut flesh felt so good and she kept it there until the indirect stimulation left her panting. It reminded her of the way Mr. Gardner teased by not quite touching where she wanted. Katherine twisted the control ring, lightening the massage intensity and mov
ed the showerhead lower, so it pulsed right onto her puffy lips. She gasped and instinctively snapped her thighs shut before relaxing and opening herself up again. With a flick of her wrist, Katherine aimed the jets of water up and down over her pussy, moving them closer and higher until they were concentrated right over her clit. The intense pleasure radiated out from her hooded clit and Katherine felt her will slipping away just as she always did when close to orgasm. When she was so close it was like a runaway train and there was nothing she wouldn’t do to come.

  The throbbing in her clit matched the pulse of the massaging water jets and just before she came Katherine thought about Mrs. Gardner on her knees sucking on Mr. Gardner so eagerly, looking up at him like there was nothing more important in the world than pleasing him. She remembered the names he called his wife and how shocking it was, but as she came, Katherine could not help wondering if he could do that to her, make her totally his. She did not think it was possible to give herself over to someone so completely, but what if she could? Could Mr. Gardner make her climax again the way she had that night? Was that the power he had over Mrs. Gardner? Katherine gasped and panted. Her orgasm was so powerful she dropped the massager, letting it swing on its hose and clatter against the wall. She sank down and sat in the tub, hugging her knees against her chest and enjoying the warm glow that spread through her, but frightened by its power.