Grooming Kitty: A BDSM Romance

by Kirsten McCurran

  "No, it's just we look nothing alike."

  "Different fathers!"

  A quick trip to the tailor ended their eventful afternoon and Tara dropped Katherine off at home. Katherine ran upstairs before her mother could come out of the kitchen and see how she was dressed. She was disappointed she would not be seeing their master again that day, but Tara promised their master would be in touch soon.

  nine

  Patrick watched Kitty’s sweet little ass as she hiked up the trail ahead of him. Tara was right beside the girl and he thought they made an interesting contrast. He was never one of those men who had a particular type. He appreciated all sorts of women. It was foolish, in his opinion, to limit oneself when there were so many tasty options out there. Kitty and his wife—his two current submissives—were just two examples of women he enjoyed.

  Kitty had been under his control for just over a month now and her training was coming along nicely. She had been willful at first, but he knew one that first night in the playroom that she would be his. Most women would have gone running from the room when he stated what he expected of her—damn the consequences—but she just hung in there and took her punishment. That wasn’t entirely accurate. Kitty did not just take her punishment. She enjoyed it. Tara thought they might be courting trouble, but as always she deferred to his judgment. He loved his wife, but his decisions on these sorts of matters were final.

  They reached the trailhead and paused for water before continuing on. The view down into the gorge was beautiful. The river that wound through it was narrow and glistening at the bottom. In years past, the river had flowed mightily, but a lack of rain had reduced it to little more than a glorified stream. Patrick reflected on how the passage of time rarely made things better. He felt he was a perfect example. Patrick kept in prime condition, but now that he was in his 40s it required much more work than it had a decade ago.

  He sipped from his canteen and then held it out for Kitty. She tilted her head back and drank greedily at the water he allowed her. It was important to maintain control, even in these little moments. Patrick intentionally fed her too much and the still cool liquid ran down her chin and soaked the front of her tight, ribbed tank top. The backpack pulling on her shoulders thrust her braless tits outward. The damp materiel clung to her stiffening nipples and he could not help himself. He stroked a thumb over her nipple and smiled when he was rewarded with a shutter from his young slave. She glanced back down the trail to make sure no one was becoming up behind them to see how he so casually touched her. Kitty had come a long way, but she had not completely lost her self-consciousness. If she did see some hikers would she have been foolish enough to push his hand away? He almost hoped they would find out so he would have the pleasure of punishing her right there in the open.

  “Thank you, sir,” Kitty said sweetly, after her drink.

  “May I have a drink, Master?” Tara asked. She knew better than to just take a drink.

  “Of course, darling pet,” he replied.

  Patrick did not tip the water down the front of her shirt, but simply allowed her to drink. She wore a loose chambray blouse, which was left unbuttoned practically to her navel to expose the sheer, lacy pink bra beneath. She wore tight hiking shorts, while Kitty was clad in cut-off shorts that only barely covered her ass. He was pleased by her obedience when he told Kitty how she was expected to dress for this outing. He knew she enjoyed dressing to please him. The only way in which his women matched today in their clothing was that they both wore their leather collars with the ring in the front.

  “Thank you, sir,” Tara said after refreshment. Patrick took the canteen from her plump red lips and replaced it with his mouth. Her blond hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail—like Kitty’s—and she gasped when he yanked on her hair to hold her in place while he thrust his tongue into her mouth. It was important to show Kitty that his wife was not being cast aside in her favor. His new pet was a supplement to Tara—not a replacement.

  “Turn,” he instructed the younger woman.

  Kitty turned her back to him and he unzipped the backpack. Patrick did not carry any gear himself. Both slaves were equipped with backpacks containing everything they would need for their outing. Tara had packed them, and Kitty had no idea what her load contained. He took two long, chrome chain leashes from the backpack and zipped it again. Kitty’s eyes went wide when she saw them. Did she plan on protesting? The girl wasn’t yet used to being paraded around in public, as his wife was. Patrick enjoyed the tales of the shopping trip Tara shared with him. He wished he’d been there to see how ill at ease Kitty had been on display around the mall. But that had just been her going out dressed like a slut. There was no obvious sign she was being controlled or instructed. The meaning of being on a leash out here would be obvious to anyone they ran into. And Patrick planned on his pets being seen.

  Tara was clipped to her leash first. He wanted Kitty to squirm. When he turned to her she looked like she wanted to back away, but she stayed in place. He enjoyed seeing the reticence in her eyes and watching her overcome it.

  “Are you all right, Kitty?”

  “I’m afraid someone is going to see us, sir,” she said softly. She was afraid of disappointing him.

  “So what if someone does? Are you not proud to belong to me?”

  “Of course, sir. But what will they think? I don’t want…”

  “You don’t want what, Kitty? You don’t want them knowing that you’re mine? You don’t want them knowing that you’re an obedient little whore for your master?”

  “I am, sir. But…”

  “I suggest you stop there before I make you continue hiking topless,” he said sternly.

  Patrick briefly considered doing it anyway. He would have loved to watch the pretty girl walking through the woods with no shirt. Her tits really were beautiful. They should be seen. But he was merciful. He held the leather loop at the end of both chains and tugged the women behind him.

  The trio left the main trail, following what looked to be a narrow game trail that led deeper into the woods. Patrick knew his way around these parts very well. He’d been bringing Tara here for years. One of his greatest pleasures was taking his pet out where others could see how well behaved she was. He enjoyed dressing her in sexy little outfits and going out to clubs or restaurants—always far enough away that no one they knew would see them—but he really enjoyed showing her off in ways he couldn’t do in just any public place. These woods were a place where he could take his pet out for an exhibition. He’d found out about this spot after doing some research on the internet.

  The clearing was about twenty minutes off the main trail and featured a sunken hot spring bordered by a tumble of boulders. It was a spot where voyeurs knew couples who wanted to be watched would come and fool around. There was no guarantee of an audience, but Patrick had never been disappointed. He hoped his audience appreciated that he and Tara were not just any couple out to fuck while others watched, but really put on a performance.

  Patrick led the way, careful on the treacherous path and then assisting the women down after him. A small sandy patch—it was too little to be considered a beach—led into a deep spring. He took up the leashes and walked to the water’s edge. He didn’t see anyone in the rocks and trees above, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. The voyeurs often only grew bold enough to come closer once the fun started.

  “Leave your packs,” he ordered. The women replied and he saw that Kitty was confused. Today was a big test for her. It was one thing to behave in the privacy of the playroom or the bedroom, but it was quite another for her to submit out here where there was a risk of being seen. He planned to bring Kitty to the club in a few weeks and wanted to be sure his new pet was ready to be displayed and behave properly. He pulled the women closer by their leashes.

  “How may we please you, Master?” Tara asked. She touched his chest and pressed against his side like a cat in heat. Kitty followed suit, but it was clearly a struggle for her
. She kept looking to the woods like she expected someone to jump out at any second. She clearly wanted to obey, but was not yet at the point where she could do it instinctively. He would fix that.

  “Pleasure me, my pets,” he said.

  Tara purred and flicked at the buttons on his shirt as she kissed his neck. Kitty kissed the other side of his neck and started working his buttons from the bottom. Tara pushed his shirt open and flicked her tongue around his nipple. Patrick turned and kissed Kitty. She returned the kiss eagerly and as she closed her eyes he felt her relax. There was a blindfold in her backpack. Perhaps he should take it out. He palmed her ass and gave it a squeeze. He would have pushed his hand inside her cut-offs, but they were way too tight for him to even squeeze a finger inside. He’d just have to take them off when he wanted to enjoy her.

  Patrick felt his wife unfastening his belt and his hiking shorts fell down around his ankles. She pulled his boxer-briefs down as well and his prick—already rock hard—sprung free. He gave a tug on Kitty’s leash and she reluctantly broke the kiss to go to her knees beside Tara in the rocky sand. She sat back passively on her heels and Tara took his cock and rubbed it against Kitty’s face. The girl opened her mouth to try and capture her treat, but Tara continued to tease her. His wife knew what he liked and he very much enjoyed looking down and seeing his cock between their two beautiful faces. Tara looked up and gave a quick wink. She enjoyed teasing Kitty as much as he did. Tara finally pressed the fat, dripping head to Kitty’s lips and she greedily swallowed it.

  “Master likes to have fun with us, Kitty,” Tara instructed. “It’s not about just shoving it in your mouth and sucking.”

  Patrick had not done much in the way of instructing Kitty on properly administering oral, he had to admit. He was usually so horny from teasing her that he just wanted to fuck her pretty young face and come. If he delayed his gratification much more he might not be able to stop himself from fucking her, and it was not time for that yet. Kitty had not earned it yet.

  Tara pushed a stray hair back from Kitty’s face and said, “Kiss it. Lick it, darling. Show our master how you adore his cock.”

  Kitty watched his face for a reaction as she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around the head of his cock. He patted her hair as he would to any good pet to show his. Tara joined in, showing Kitty how to cover his shaft with broad swipes of her tongue. Kitty followed her example. She was eager to learn. The two women licking his cock like a candy cane felt wonderful. Kitty kissed up and down his length while Tara sucked on his shaved balls. Once his wife moved aside, Kitty went down and sucked his balls without hesitation. The girl was no virgin, but he somehow doubted she’d ever had a mouthful of balls before. She sucked a bit too hard and he pulled back on her ponytail to correct her.

  “Careful, pet. Don’t hurt me.”

  “Sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to,” Kitty said, slurping at his balls.

  Tara sucked his cock deep into her mouth while Kitty licked and kissed his balls and then the girls switched places. Patrick liked the contrast. Tara had skill and finesse, Kitty was all enthusiasm. Kitty sucked him hard, like it was her mission in life to make him come. Tara understood that it was about the pleasure of getting there for her master. Kitty was thinking about the reward of a mouthful of her master’s cum. And if he didn’t slow her down, she would have that reward sooner than he wished.

  “I feel a little underdressed, pets. Tara, do something about that.”

  Tara rose to her feet and pulled Kitty up by her leash. Patrick had not included his wife much in the girl’s training so far, but Tara said that Kitty naturally followed her instructions on their shopping trip as if they were his.

  “Undress me, Kitty,” Tara instructed.

  Patrick only caught Kitty’s hesitation because of his experienced eye, but it was there. She was going to have to learn to follow orders and not think of her own discomfort. She pulled Tara’s blouse from those tight hiking shorts and undid the only two buttons that were fastened. The shirt slipped from his wife’s shoulders and he admired her full, perfect tits, presented by the lacy pink bra. Tara had kept in phenomenal shape, knowing it was important to her master. When Kitty reached around to unclasp Tara’s bra, the older woman stepped closer so they were touching, and kissed Kitty. Kitty’s eyes fluttered closed and she returned the kiss passionately. Patrick knew Kitty had no experience with other women—besides her limited contact with Tara—but it appeared that she’d learned how enjoyable to the touch of another woman could be. It was time for her to learn how to fully reciprocate.

  The pink bra joined Tara’s blouse on the sand and Kitty unsnapped the tight hiking shorts. Tara had to wiggle her hips for Kitty to pull them down and then she awkwardly stepped out of them without removing her hiking boots. There were no panties to remove. Kitty looked like she wasn’t sure what to do now that Tara was nude.

  “And now you’re overdressed, dear,” Tara said.

  Tara did not ask permission, but just pulled Kitty’s tank top over her head and over the leash and cast it aside. She couldn’t help herself and palmed Kitty’s exposed pert tits, rolling the dark nipples until the girl gasped and pressed forward into Tara’s hands. Patrick’s cock did not flag from lack of attention. Watching his women together kept him rock hard. He had always loved watching his wife seduce younger women. Usually passive, Tara seemed to relish taking on the role of aggressor. Tara made short work of Kitty’s cut-offs and Patrick thought the two women looked adorable naked in their hiking boots. He wished his had his phone at hand to take a picture.

  The women’s bodies molded together when they kissed again and Tara pressed her fingers between Kitty’s thighs. Kitty squirmed and had trouble standing while Tara played with her pussy. Patrick moved closer, his arms going around both girls. He palmed their asses and slid his fingers lower. Tara’s fingers retreated for her master’s and both women moaned into their shared kiss when he touched them. They were both damp between their legs already; under his ministrations they quickly became soaked. He pressed two fingers pressed inside each of them. Kitty broke the kiss first, hanging her head as she cried out, gasping for air. Tara was quieter, but pushed herself down onto her master’s fingers.

  “Thank you, Master. That feels so good,” Tara cooed.

  “Ohhhh God, ohhh…” Kitty moaned. She trembled and he could tell she was close to coming, so he eased back, just a little bit.

  Tara pulled Kitty’s mouth down to her breasts and the girl attached to her immediately. Kitty licked and kissed before sucking and drawing out Tara’s nipple. Tara cried out, loudly enough for anyone in the woods to hear. Patrick glanced around and saw a couple of faces on the edge of the woods. Their audience was being drawn in. They probably couldn’t believe their luck. The usual show probably consisted of some exhibitionist couple jumping in the water for a quick fuck. He and his pets were putting on a real, live sex show. Patrick beamed with pride.

  Patrick knew his wife’s body and he knew she was going to orgasm. Kitty was loudly sucking at Tara’s tits—between her own moans—and he drove his fingers up deep into Tara. He wanted to show Kitty that she was not his wife’s equal, so he allowed Tara to climax, while keeping it out of reach for Kitty. Tara wailed and stiffened, her body locking down while gripped in the pleasure storm. Kitty tried to pull back, but Tara locked her fingers in the girl’s hair and forced her to keep sucking and licking her tits. Tara slumped against Kitty as she came down from her climax. Patrick took his sticky fingers from Tara’s cunt and presented them to Kitty.

  “Clean them, pet,” he ordered when Kitty just stared at his hand. He pulled his other hand from her pussy and she whimpered in disappointment. He wound his fingers in her hair, pushing her forward.

  Kitty gagged at first when Patrick forced his fingers into her mouth, but then she started sucking and her tongue slithered around the digits. He slowly pumped those fingers into her mouth, like he was fucking it and once she had them nice and clean he made her suck his oth
er fingers clean too. He wondered how Kitty felt about her first taste of Tara’s pussy.

  “Let’s take a dip. It’s hot out here,” he said.

  They shed their remaining articles of clothing and Patrick went first, leading his pets by their leashes into the water. It was like a warm bath and he would have liked it cooler on such a warm day, but it was still refreshing. Kitty paused, having trouble with her footing on the rocks lining the bottom, and he yanked her forward by the leash. She almost stumbled face first into the water, but Tara kept her upright. The spring was about the size of a large hot tub, sloping to a depth that hit Patrick mid-chest. The back side appeared to a be a loose wall formed by boulders, but the stones were too large to move easily. He leaned back against that wall and drew his pets to rest on either side of him.

  “It’s so pretty out here, sir. How did you find out about this place?” Kitty asked.

  “It’s a popular spot for people who like to be watched. I read about it on a message board a few years ago,” he answered.

  “Watched?” Kitty asked.

  “Yes, dear. Look around, we have friends.” Tara smiled.

  The voyeurs had come out of the woods and were perched on the rocks surrounding them, less than twenty feet away. There were five men and one older couple, who touched each other while they watched. Kitty started and sank into the spring. Patrick shook his head and ordered her back up. She did not listen and he grabbed her leash right at the collar and dragged her up so the water just lapped at the underside of her tits.

  “But Master…” Kitty complained.

  “Tara, go get the cuffs,” he ordered. His wife obediently scampered out of the water, returning with a set of steel handcuffs.

  “Stand.”

  Kitty did not move. He thought they were past this kind of behavior. He stood and pulled the leash until she was on her feet. He pulled Kitty further out until the water hit her mid-thigh. She instinctively tried to cover herself, but Tara grabbed her arms and snapped the handcuffs tightly on her wrists behind her back.