Becoming Kitty

by JJ Argus

  She let her hands slide over my breasts and toy with my nipples again, then slide down between my legs to finger my clitoris. My entire body was layered in soap, and the feel of her soft hands sliding slickly over it was sensuous and was starting to arouse me again.

  She picked up the hand shower and rinsed me off, then had me crawl out of the shower and kneel on a bath rug as she toweled off my hair and body. She got a hair dryer, then, and dried my hair, before pulling it out to the sides in two long, thick pigtails.

  “Now it's time for dinner. Would Kitty like something to eat?” she asked.

  I moaned and nodded.

  “Remember that once I take the gag out, every word will get you a blow from the crop,” she said, pointing her finger at me.

  I frowned but nodded. I wanted the stupid gag out of my mouth! Her and her pervert mother were weird but I would go along with them for now.

  She unbuckled the strap and then worked the ball gently out of my mouth. I groaned, for my jaw had gotten stiff in the hours that it had been in there.

  “Poor baby,” she said sympathetically, as I hissed and slowly started to work my jaw around.

  She snapped the leash to the back of the collar and tugged, causing me to lurch forward and catch myself – on all fours.

  “Come, Kitty,” she said.

  She led me, crawling, out of the bathroom.

  We crawled into the other room, where the cage was, and she led me over to the wall, where I guess Kathleen had set a pair of bowls. They weren't kitchen bowls, either. They were like, the kind of bowls you'd set out for a dog!

  But there was water in one, and some kind of food in the other. It wasn't much, though. It looked like just bread. It wasn't sliced white bread, but the kind you made, or bought, solid, and which someone had pulled into small, bite sized pieces.

  “No using your hands while eating or drinking, Kitty,” Erin warned.

  So I had to kneel on all fours – lowered to my elbows, and spread my legs, then eat and drink from the bowls like I was some kind of animal!

  Bread and water wasn't exactly what I had in mind for dinner, even if the bread had been buttered, but I was hungry and thirsty, and so I ate quickly, at least until the worst of my hunger had been assuaged.

  By then I had kind of recovered a little from my dazed state, and was starting to think that, you know, come on, this was a bit much, even if it was kind of kinky and exciting (which I was not going to admit to them).

  I swallowed the piece of buttered bread in my mouth and then raised up a bit, turning towards her.

  “Erin, can I at least – .”

  Crack!

  “Ow!”

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

  'Ow! Fuck! Don't!” I gasped, twisting, or trying to twist away from her.

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

  She had hold of my collar, and was surprisingly strong! She pinned me face down as she brought the crop whistling down against my bottom with sharp, stinging blows!

  “Bad girl! Bad Kitty!' she said. “You know very well you aren't to speak a word!”

  “But I – !”

  Crack! Crack!

  She managed to pin my wrists together behind me and clip them that way, then the crop snapped down against my bottom again and again as I yelped and begged her to stop, and felt a growing sense of frustration at the rising pain! That frustration, as much as the pain, brought tears to my eyes, and it was only when my pleas subsided to sobs that she finally stopped hitting my bottom!

  She half dragged me over to the cage and put me into it, then closed the door and locked it, glaring in at me.

  “You need to learn to obey orders,” she said. “We're being very fair in telling you exactly what you need to do and what will happen when you don't, but you still can't manage it! Well, you'll learn how to, Kitty!”

  And then she left me there in the cage, moaning and with my bottom on fire!

  Chapter Six

  My bottom stopped hurting after a short while, and I was able to pull my wrists downward and slide them under my buttocks so my hands were now in front of me, then I began to examine the cage. It was about five feet tall and four feet wide, shaped like a bird cage. How freaking weird!

  The bottom had a soft pad, so at least it was fairly comfortable, but no pillow or sheets, of course, and I couldn't stretch out my legs all the way.

  I was able to remove the restraints, then reached up behind me and removed the collar, tossing it at the side of the cage. I took off the ones around my ankles and lay there (sitting still made my bottom ache) in a sulk and thinking about how unfair this all was.

  There was a long, thick dildo in the cage with me. It looked like a big black penis, complete with veins and balls! God, what sluts they were!

  I ignored it, at first, tired and not interested. I was angry, but I was also physically and emotionally drained. So I fell asleep. When I wakened it was dark. I had no idea what time it was. I woke up confused, wondering where I was, then it all came back to me.

  I considered my options. No way was I going to tell my dad about this experience! And no way did I want Kathleen to tell him how she and Erin had found me either! So what could I do? I could demand they let me go, and walk out the front door and... and then what?

  I had no money and no job and nowhere to stay. And how was I supposed to explain things to my father?

  I mulled all that over, but there was another side to how I was feeling. It was a dark side, a strange sense of breathless heat at the wild things which had happened, and an almost, I don't know, masochistic arousal at the way they had treated me, at the way they were treating me.

  I liked sex, but to be absolutely honest, what I really liked about it was how turned on guys got by just looking at me, never mind touching me. I also liked being able to give them oral sex that turned big strong me into whimpering, moaning jellyfish.

  I liked being hugged and held and kissed, too, and as Kathleen had figured out, my nipples were sensitive. But... to that point in my life, I can't honestly say that I had really gotten off on sex that much. I mean, most of the guys I had slept with had been in kind of a hurry to get themselves off, and been in too much hurry to worry about what I was feeling.

  And after they'd gotten off, well, they'd tended to be kind of lazy for a while. If there was a second go round, that was better, because in between they'd feel me up and kiss and fondle me, and if I was lucky, not only chew and suck on my breasts, but lick me between the legs a bit.

  But still, while I liked it all I couldn't recall sex having the same wild, thrilling intensity I'd experienced when Erin had fucked me.

  Fucked me like an animal, I thought heatedly.

  I let my hands caress my body in the dark, squeezing my breasts gently, rolling and plucking the still stiff nipples, then sliding down to finger my clitoris. My mind replied the more outrageous things they had done, and I felt my chest getting tight, my breathing ragged as my inner mind felt a sense of awe at what had happened.

  This was all so sick! But my boring life had sure as hell gotten a lot less boring!

  I thought of the dildo, and felt a jolt, then fumbled around in the dark for it. I found it, then ran my fingers up and down its length before pressing it against my sex, which was already starting to get very moist.

  Feeling outrageous, I brought it to my lips, licking it, sliding it into my mouth. I felt a weird, sick wonder at whether Erin or Kathleen had ever used it, at whether it had ever been deep inside their pussies!

  I slid it deep into my mouth, getting it wet and slick, then drew it out and rubbed it up and down against my sex before slowly sinking it into my body. A soft pulsing energy began to roll through me, staring between my legs, growing stronger as I pushed the dildo in and slid it back out.

  I moaned softly, gripped by a sense of disbelief, by the weird thought I was living in a strange dark fantasy. I was laying on my back in a cage, naked, as if I was some sort of... prisoner! But not just a prisoner,
for I was a sexual prisoner, though it was unclear in my mind exactly what that meant.

  It wasn't like I had a lot of experience or knowledge of that sort of thing!

  In truth, my sex life to then had been almost entirely … ordinary. I mean, I hadn't done anything kinky or weird or perverted or even thought about it! Well, unless you counted my making out with Shauna Grant, but that was more a sort of experimental fling, and it hadn't gotten that far.

  I liked girls, but I just didn't really like them 'that way'. I liked guys, big, tough, macho, take-control guys.

  So why was I feeling a strange sense of fascination with being subjected to the kinky sexual punishment of Kathleen and Erin? I had no idea.

  I groaned softly as I pushed the dildo achingly deep, wanting to see just how much of it I could get into my overheated sex. My other hand slid over my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, rolling and pinching the nipples as my excitement mounted and I pumped the dildo in and out with growing force and speed.

  This was sick and perverted! I was sick and perverted! I was in a cage! And what they had done to me was outrageous! But it was also thrilling me to the core – some deep, dark core I hadn't had any idea even existed!

  The orgasm was strong, and prolonged, if not as intense as the ones I'd gotten earlier. The mere memory of the way Erin – little Erin! – had taken me, had pounded me like a whore, with her foot on my face, made me squirm with humiliation and anger and... and heat!

  I groaned and lay back, chest rising and falling quickly as I slowly slipped the dildo out of my body and dropped it beside me. I wondered when Erin or Kathleen would return, and what would happen then. Probably they wouldn't be happy to find me unshackled and without the collar, I thought, a bit wary.

  What would they do? Strap me again? They might. They would see it as being 'bratty', which was something that bitch Kathleen was always saying of me. Oh, she'd be delighted to have the excuse to strap my ass again, the cow!

  That idea started making me nervous, so, reluctantly, I put the collar and restraints back on. I even locked the restraints together, though I kept them in front of me. I lay back with a sigh, pondering what was going to happen and what my alternatives were. The answer to the first question was that I suspected Kathleen and Erin would try to do more kinky things with me.

  I resented that, and was indignant about it. At the same time some part of me was helplessly drawn to the idea, or at least, to a sort of wary anticipation of what kinky things they would do. Yes, it was embarrassing, horribly embarrassing, but that didn't seem to diminish the breathless sense of heat I felt over it.

  I was bored, after a while, and restless. I rose on my knees and tried to see how the lock on the door worked, but that didn't get me anywhere. Then, as I ran my fingers along the bars, I found something. It was a narrow, angled plastic tube which pushed into the bars a few inches.

  And it was wet, or at least, the tip was! I reached through the bars as I could, following the tube up to what felt like a plastic bottle clipped to the bars, and I suddenly realized what it was. It was like those water things you'd find in bird or hamster cages!

  For a moment I felt a sense of almost awed outrage, but then, because to be honest I was kind of thirsty, I lowered myself – the tube was almost at the bottom of the cage, and slid my lips around it. As I had suspected, I was able to suck liquid from it like from a straw, though not nearly so easily. It involved a lot of strong sucking – with my bottom high in the air and my face near the floor.

  Unfortunately, that led to the feeling that I had to go to the bathroom, which was not available. I had to lay back and just hold it.

  I started feeling more and more restless and bored and unhappy, wanting them to come back and … do something. I mean, I wasn't sleepy and I was bored. And this pad, while soft, wasn't exactly up to the usual standard of my mattresses.

  But given where I was, and that they were probably up in the house, there was simply no point in even trying to call out to them. I was just going to have to wait until they got around to coming to see me.

  My hands spent some time massaging my breasts. I have always been proud of them, my fingers gently circling and caressing the nipples and occasionally plucking at them. That, of course, led to my fingers sliding down between my legs and massaging my clitoris, then pushing slowly into the tight, narrow crevice between my legs.

  I pumped my fingers in and out almost idly, aroused, but not hugely so. Still, it felt good to touch myself, so I did. There was nothing else to do, after all.

  After a while I picked up the dildo and began to rub myself with it, then push it slowly into myself and pumped it in and out as I stroked my clitoris. I'd never had a dildo before, or a vibrator, and this was kind of hot and nasty and squirmingly exciting, especially given the circumstances.

  Another orgasm took me, and I arched and moaned and jerked my thighs in tight around my hand and the base of the dildo, then stretched them wide, then clamped them closed again, gasping and rolling my hips up as my muscles spasmed repeatedly.

  I calmed down again and slid it out, feeling a bit abashed, and wondering if I was turning into some kind of sex maniac.

  Then the door opened and the light snapped on. I gasped, eyes blinking rapidly as my hands covered them. They teared up a little, trying to adjust to the light, but I could see a figure in black inside the doorway.

  “Not one word,” Erin said.

  She squatted, and then opened the door.

  “Out and sit on your heels.”

  I rolled over and crawled through the low door, then sat back on my heels, looking up anxiously through slitted eyes. They widened, then the bright light made them ache and I closed them again.

  Erin was dressed... in black. She had on black high-heeled boots over black stockings. She also wore a pair of very short, skintight black leather shorts, a black leather bra, and matching leather gloves which went up past the elbows. Her hair was drawn back severely behind her into a tight bun, and she had that … crop in her hand!

  I was half tempted to laugh mockingly at her, to say sneering things about the little runt! But there was that crop, and despite myself, a sudden sense of anxiety in my belly as well as a tightening in my chest.

  “Knees apart!” she barked. “Hands behind your neck, back arched, head back!”

  I flinched at the sharp tone, resenting it, wanting to protest, but I obeyed it – for now, I thought.

  I jerked my head up when I felt the crop against my breast, and she drew it back and slapped it down sharply enough to make it sting and cause me to cry out.

  “Head back!” she barked.

  I gulped and jerked my head back.

  “You have a lot to learn, Kitty,” she said. “And discipline is the most important aspect of it.”

  She slapped the tip of the crop lightly against my breast as she spoke.

  “When you are permitted to speak, you will do so politely and with the proper respect. Until then, any word you utter will be punished.”

  I said nothing. Well, how could I!?

  The tip of the crop seemed to be different from the one she'd used the other day. That one had a little tassel on it. This one seemed to have a flat leather pad of some kind.

  “You must also learn that nothing you do can be hidden from me. Your responsibility is to do what you are told, and only what you are told. If you are placed in a position, you will stay in that position until told to change.”

  The crop slid down my body and I flinched again as it was placed between my legs. I felt the narrow shaft pressed up, sinking in through the soft lips of my sex. Then she began to slowly stroke the thing up and down, along my sex and over my clitoris.

  “Which means I know that you removed your collar and restraints last night, Kitty,” she said.

  I felt my chest tighten further, and a wave of anxiety swept through me.

  “I know that your wrists were behind your back when you were placed into the cage, and I know you moved
them in front of you, where they remain.”

  I felt my heart beating faster.

  “You put the collar and restraints back on and locked the restraints together, but you did not put them behind your back. I regard that as an act of defiance, for which you will be punished.

  I was staring up at the ceiling, as per her orders, and wanted mightily to protest, but – then I'd be punished for that!

  “I take into account that you did put the restraints and collar back on, like a good girl, but you must still be punished, just not as badly as you would otherwise be.”

  I gasped as she slid the crop down, pressing harder now, grinding it across my clitoris and along the soft flesh between my labia.

  “Bad girl,” she said.

  She drew the crop back up, and I felt the tip, the flat tip, rubbing against my right nipple, then it drew back and

  Slap!

  I gasped at the stinging little blow. It was light, and small, but it was hitting my nipple!

  Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!

  The thing hit fast, in short, rapid blows which made my nipple burn hotter and hotter with each passing second. I squirmed and moaned and gasped helplessly as she continued.

  Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!

  “Being a naughty girl will always get you punishment,” she said, shifting to my other breast.

  Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!

  I clenched my teeth, gasping and trembling as the center of my breasts burned and stung, but I knew if I moved I'd get worse. And the pain, while sharp, was bearable.

  The crop stopped slapping my breasts and instead slid between my legs again, sawing softly back and forth, sinking between my lips.

  “Dirty girl,” she said softly. “I know you used the dildo on yourself, too.”

  I flushed hotly, feeling a deep sense of embarrassment. How could she know!?

  “You have things to learn besides just discipline and respect,” Erin said. “And we will teach you. I will teach you. Now let me see your hands.”

  I blinked and drew my hands up and around in front of me, and I felt her doing something to the restraints, before unclipping them she reached behind my neck and I heard a click.