“I hear you. Just don’t throw up in the car, because if you do I will be right behind you.”
It only took a few minutes to round the others up and although she was worried they were leaving without knowing where Sandra was, Katherine was so relieved to be out of there.
seven
It was well past noon the following day when Katherine finally opened her eyes and the only reason she did was because her phone would not stop ringing. She ignored it the first several times, but whoever was calling was not content to leave a voice message, so when she couldn’t take it any longer she reached out from under the blankets and fumbled around on her nightstand for her cell. She knocked her purse to the floor and spilled its contents everywhere. She pulled the phone under the blankets with her and answered without even looking to see who was calling.
“What?” she mumbled.
“I expected a nicer greeting, Kitty,” Mr. Gardner said icily.
Katherine snapped fully awake and took a deep breath before speaking again. It was like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over her. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know it was you.”
“Look at the phone before you answer next time.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Shouldn’t a young woman like you be out and about on such a beautiful day? Why are you still asleep?”
“I was out with friends last night. We stayed out pretty late.” She did not know what time it was, but no matter how late in the day she still did not feel like getting out of bed. She did not feel like being up and about, and worst of all, thinking.
“You must have had quite the night. You can tell me all about it when I see you. I expect you at the house in two hours.”
Before Katherine could protest or complain Mr. Gardner rang off and she flipped the phone shut when she realized he was not there. Knowing her day of leisure was at an end, she levered herself out of bed and wandered down the hallway to take the hottest shower she could stand. It was important she look good for her master and she only had just enough time to groom and primp for him.
~~~
Patrick Gardner was pleased when Kitty showed up perfectly on time. She was responding to her training right on schedule, perhaps even more eagerly than he had anticipated. He knew their last session had been a breakthrough. He was also pleased to see that she did not show up in her typical uniform of jeans and a sweatshirt. It was a warm summer day so there was no reason for Kitty to cover up and she left much of her deeply tanned skin exposed.
“Patrick is in the kitchen,” he’d heard his wife tell Kitty at the door. Tara was taking the boys to a matinee, which would give him a couple hours alone with his new plaything.
“Is Kat coming to the movies with us?” It was one of the boys asking.
“No, dear, she forgot something last time she was here babysitting,” Tara answered. She ushered the kids out the door and Kitty came through to the kitchen.
Kitty stood uncertainly in the doorway with her hands clasped in front, as if awaiting orders. She looked very tired and perhaps hung over, but what made his cock tingle was the tinge of fear in her eyes. He wanted her to be excited about the prospect of her training, but she had to have a healthy fear of what might happen for her to truly be broken.
“You look very sexy today, Kitty. Turn around for me.”
Kitty did a turn in her thick wedge sandals, displaying her trim, curvy body for him. A worn, denim miniskirt did not even reach mid-thigh and a white stretch cami hugged her like a second skin, following the curve of her breasts. Patrick was sitting on a stool at the island in the center of the kitchen, sipping a diet soda and thought about all the things he wanted to do with that young body. The possibilities were overwhelming and he knew a weaker man would just grab the girl and fuck her right there in the kitchen, but Patrick had a long term plan and it would not do to ruin Kitty’s training for a moment of gratification.
“You don’t have to stay so far away. Come closer, Kitty.” He beckoned with his hand until she was close enough to touch. Her bare leg brushed his khaki-clad knee and she jumped like she’d touched a hot stove. Patrick stroked her arm reassuringly and asked, “What are you so afraid of, Kitty?”
“I don’t know, sir. It’s all so new. I’m afraid of what will happen and…”
“And? There is nothing you can hold back from me. It is just a question of what it takes to find out, Kitty.”
“And I’m afraid of what I’ll do.” She was staring at the cast iron pots hanging from the ceiling. “Ever since our first time I feel so different, it’s like I’m becoming a different person.”
“Different how?” Patrick pressed. He loved the psychological part of the game even more than the physical. Pressing Kitty to trust him and open up was part of making her completely submissive. She was clearly uncomfortable discussing her sexuality, but not in a bad way. He could tell she had to get it off her chest, she just did not quite have the words.
“I have these urges and they get so strong, like I can’t control them. I don’t know, sometimes I just get so horny that I can’t stand it.”
Patrick held her pretty face and made her meet his steely gaze. “It’s just your sexuality awakening, Kitty. It’s very powerful in a girl like yourself, so powerful you may have never uncaged it if left to your own devices. But you’re here so I can teach you how to control it.”
His words did not seem to reassure her, but that was okay since it was half bullshit anyway. He was putting her in touch with her sexuality, but it wasn’t about teaching her to control it. He wanted Kitty to be happy and satisfied, true, but this was really about fulfilling his own urges and turning her into a willing vessel for that. Even when he was done with her, Kitty would seek another man to control her. She would always be a submissive after this.
Patrick went from caressing her arm out of affection to groping her and she stood there allowing it. More than allowing it—he could see from her reactions she enjoyed it. He loved how smooth her dark tanned skin was and took his time touching her shoulders and arms before caressing her bare legs and slipping his hands under her short skirt. He held Kitty’s tight ass in both hands and pulled her against him while kneading her bare cheeks. Her arms went over his shoulders, like she might hold a lover, out of instinct. She closed her eyes. He spread his legs wider so he could push his hard-on against her while he leaned forward and inhaled her scent. Kitty’s freshly washed hair cascaded down her back and smelled with wild honey. Her ass felt utterly perfect when he squeezed it and he had to fight the urge to give it a whack. Patrick did not plan on disciplining her today unless provoked.
Instead, he kept a hand on her ass, but moved the other between her legs, where he felt her thong was already damp. Kitty adjusted her stance so he had better access and moaned softly when he pressed her mound. The thong was easily tugged between her lips and he used it to pressure her clit. Kitty gasped and dug her nails into his shoulder through the old t-shirt he was wearing. She swayed on her feet and he toyed with her pussy until her lips were soaked and slippery under his fingers. Kitty trembled and bit her lip and Patrick stopped touching her just before she could come. She whimpered in disappointment and tried to push her cunt at his hand, but Patrick his hand to her hip.
“I need to ask you some questions, Kitty. If you’re a good girl, I will let you climax. Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir. Please,” she moaned, eyes still closed. He was impressed with the strong need in her voice.
“I want to know about what you’ve done with boys.” As he questioned her, Patrick still caressed her pussy, keeping Kitty on the razor edge of orgasm, but careful not to tip her over it. “How many boys have you been with?”
Kitty’s brow furrowed. “How do you mean? Like, sex?”
“Yes, how many boys have you fucked, Kitty?”
“Three,” she answered—after hesitation—which made Patrick question her veracity. He knew woman were likely to lie about their number of sexual partners. Still, Kitty
was young and clearly not experienced, so it may be true.
“Is that the truth?” Patrick was ready to punish her if she lied. To put the point on the question he pushed a finger deep inside Kitty and felt her muscles grasp it as she moaned and sagged against him.
“Yes, sir. I swear,” she moaned.
“Do you have a boyfriend now?”
“No, sir. We broke up at the beginning of the summer.”
“Why did you dump him?” Patrick just assumed a girl as pretty as Kitty did not get dumped, unless she wasn’t putting out, of course.
“Because I wanted to be single for the summer and for when I go away in the fall. Ohhh, sirrr…”
“That’s reasonable.” He slowly moved two fingers in and out of Kitty, keeping her simmering. “So when were you last fucked?”
Kitty obviously did not want to answer. Patrick pressed his thumb hard against her clit and she almost collapsed to the floor. He alternated the pressure and almost lost her as she began to tremble and nearly came, but he was a master manipulator and eased her back.
“Oh God, last night, sir. I was fucked last night,” Kitty cried.
Patrick raised an eyebrow at that. He did not think her the type of girl to have casual sex with an ex-boyfriend, but then he surmised that she had been drunk and perhaps she was becoming a slave to her new urges as she described. He wanted details. “Was it with the ex?” He tickled her g-spot as he asked.
“Cody? No, sir, it wasn’t. Master, please,” she pleaded when he brought her to the edge once again. Her juices were running down his fingers and soaking his hand.
“Please, what, Kitty?” he asked snidely. He was trying to process what she’d just said. If it wasn’t her recent ex, then who did she fuck last night? He realized he was going to have to get better control of his slave. Patrick did not think it was necessary to give her instructions for behavior outside of his presence yet, but apparently he was wrong.
“Pppplleeassee…”
“Please what, slave?” He was harsher this time.
“Please, I need to come, Master,” she pleaded.
“Not yet, Kitty. You have a story to tell.” He slowed down and lightly stroked her mound, aware that she was so close again. He was not going to let the girl climax until he was ready, and perhaps not at all if he did not like her story. In the meantime, he desperately needed some relief himself. Kitty’s begging had him rock hard and it felt like his cock was going to tear its way out of his chinos.
“Tell me, who did you fuck last night. I promise you will regret it if you hold anything back, Kitty.”
Kitty looked utterly defeated, but she took a deep breath and swallowed hard to gain composure before she attempted to speak again.
“His name was,” she started and then paused, clearly groping for a name, “Gino. My friends dragged me out to a club and then I had too much to drink and I swear I didn’t mean to, Master. I’m so sorry. I was just drunk and horny and he was so handsome and before I knew what was happening I went out to his car with him.”
“Did he take you home?”
“No, we were in the backseat of his car. I was so nervous when he undressed me because I thought someone would see, but I couldn’t help myself. He seemed so strong.”
Patrick smiled at her last statement, but he was still jealous that some anonymous guy was fucking his plaything the night before. He could understand giving in to an ex, but he didn’t want Kitty giving it up to just anyone. He did not want her spread her legs for anyone at all actually, unless he gave permission of course. Still, the thought of Kitty laying in someone’s backseat with her legs spread made his cock throb.
“You got naked for him?” He returned to lightly rubbing her clit.
“Mmm, no. Not totally, he just pulled my dress down—and up.”
“Show me.”
With trembling hands, Kitty pulled the straps of her top and bra from her shoulders and exposed her tits. Her dark nipples were puckered and tilted right up at him, almost begging to be sucked. Patrick pinched and rolled a nipple with his free hand and Kitty tossed her head back and moaned, “Oh Master…”
“And he fucked you in the parking lot?”
“Yessss…God yesss…please Master…”
Patrick felt all-powerful. He could make this trembling girl orgasm with just a flick of his fingers. She was literally begging him for it. If only he knew exactly what was going on in her head. But he knew what he was thinking and what he needed.
“Take out my cock, Kitty.”
She nodded and opened up his chinos and pushed them out of the way, along with his boxers. Patrick’s cock sprang out and Kitty grabbed it like she was holding onto a lifeline. Her smooth hands felt so good stroking him that he almost lost it on the spot and splattered her. He forced himself to hold back.
“Did you come when he fucked you, Kitty?”
“Yesss, sir…”
“And then he just left, didn’t he?” Patrick guessed.
“Yesss…he didn’t even look back, Master.”
Patrick knew exactly the type, because he did the same thing when he was younger, before he met Tara. He could identify the type of girl he craved from across the room and after an evening of giving her the right kind of attention she would end up in his bed. He knew if he were a younger man he would have been in that club picking up Kitty himself.
“It made you feel like a slut, didn’t it?”
Kitty nodded, staring at his cock while she started to tug it harder. She used his precum to lubricate him and her fist glided up and down his shaft easily.
“Say it, Kitty. It made you feel like a dirty, little whore giving it up to a stranger in a parking lot. Didn’t it?”
Kitty gasped when he pinched her clit and then spoke while nodding. There were unshed tears in her eyes when she admitted, “Yes, Master, I am a dirty little slut. You turned me into a slut.”
Kitty’s whimpers turned to cries when Patrick pinched her clit and pulled on it while doing the same to her nipple. She was coming hard—he knew the signs now, which meant he had no reason to hold back any longer. He growled, “Jerk me off, you little slut!” She almost gripped him too hard as she milked the cream out of him, which he shot all over her breasts and onto the inside of her folded down bra. He shot five or six spurts, which dripped down from the underside of her breasts before he was spent. Kitty’s cunt squished loudly as his fingers moved in and out of her. When he took his slick fingers away from her he leisurely licked them clean. Damn, she tasted good and Patrick looked forward to spreading her open and getting a full taste.
“You’d better get that top off before you accidentally make a mess of yourself, Kitty.”
Kitty took a step back and removed her top and bra, careful not to smear his cum on herself. She looked uncomfortable standing in the well lit kitchen in the middle of the afternoon in just her little denim skirt, which was just how Patrick liked it.
“You’re uncomfortable being displayed, aren’t you, Kitty?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You will get used to it, because I like to show off my sexy girls.”
“Yes, sir,” Kitty replied, without conviction.
Patrick fixed his pants and then took her hand. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Kitty obediently followed and when he ordered her to lay back on the bed she kicked off her sandals and hopped up onto the high, king-sized mattress. Her skirt rode up as she positioned herself on the bed and Kitty did not fix it, but stretched her arms out above her head and took a deep breath. She looked so pretty, so innocent lying on his bed that he wanted to jump on top of her, but waiting was easy. After today, Patrick was convinced that the purely training phase of his time with Kitty would soon be over. She was a natural submissive and did not need the breaking-in that his wife had. Already Kitty willingly complied with his every demand.
“You look so beautiful lying there, Kitty,” he said walking around to the head of the bed. There were two leather restraints fasten
ed to the wrought-iron headboard and tucked behind the mattress. He fastened them around each of her wrists and pulled them tight so her arms were stretched above her head. Matching restraints were at the bottom of the bed and when Patrick was done, Kitty was pulled into a tight X on the big bed. He loved the way a woman looked when bound spread-eagle. She looked up at him expectantly and he was sure she wondered what would come next, pleasure or pain, reward or punishment.
Patrick felt like taking her into the playroom and taking the paddle to her sweet little ass, but since he had not expressly forbidden her from fucking anyone else even he did not think that would be fair. Instead, he planned to play with Kitty and show her how good it could feel being his plaything. He took a set of nipple clamps—connected by a thin chain—from the nightstand drawer. Kitty’s eyes widened with fear. The clamps had been one of Tara’s favorite toys, before she got her nipples pierced last year. At first she was disappointed they did not work well with her piercings, but then she discovered just how fun it was to having the piercings themselves toyed with. At some point Patrick would demand Kitty pierce her nipples as well.
“Don’t worry, Kitty, I know how sensitive your little nipples are. I plan to teach you how wonderful constant stimulation can be. Your body will be explosive when all your areas are stimulated at once,” Patrick said, stroking her silky black hair back from her face.
A tiny wheel on the side adjusted the tension and Patrick let it all out until he could slip the clamp over her nipple easily and did the same with the other. He could see Kitty was holding her breath in anticipation. The clamps themselves were padded with a layer of soft black velvet. He turned the wheels on both clamps slowly and Kitty gasped as they gripped her nipples. Her nipples darkened as he tightened the clamps and she pulled on the restraints, twisting her body as if trying to get away. Her heavy breathing and lust-clouded eyes told him that she was enjoying it and Patrick kept tightening until her nipples bulged out above the clamps. He lightly tugged the chain and Kitty whimpered.
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