Naughty Kitten Tales: Mondays

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ontent Warning: BDSM, Kink, Submission, Dominance, Depictions of Ownership, Bondage, Consensual Power Play, D/S

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Mondays

Since that is out of the way…

Cock here.

Mondays can be tough. But they don’t have to be.

I’ve been working a lot.

Far too much. And Asia has been left wanting. …Well not completely.

Mostly just being left sleepless because far be it for me to neglect Asia from both my daily quality time and regular evening romps and beatings.

Yesterday I was lucky enough to get the chance to come home early but was still stuck needing to do some additional work from home. I told her that I would set out to work fast so that we could get a little bit of time together before heading off to our evening duties. As I was closed off in the office typing away, lost a little in the world of to do lists and have to’s, my email screen hummed and buzzed.

Attending to each new message as it came in so as to not get too far behind, I noticed the subject line on the last ‘ding’ to be not quite business as expected.

It was my FetLife profile, and it was a message from my dear Asia’s play persona, Kitty.

We had been flirting for some time as we do in this semi public forum just for fun, and in response to my growls and calls for kitty to come purr at my feet, Asia’s message this time was a dare in response to my demand.

“Make me.” They said.

Immediately, all semblance of productivity was gone. All of the blood had rushed away from my brain and my fingers were tingling – But not with keystrokes. I closed my computer Windows, stood up from the desk, and went to go find my Kitty.

Splayed out on the bed…There they were. Wearing a white tank top and the panties I had bought for them.  They were laying ass up, my favorite.

As I approached my play pet, I looked down trying not to grin, knowing I needed to punish Kitty for having called me away from my work. But pleased that I got to do it in this fashion.

“You know daddy has to work.” I said “Since I’m here I will work YOU. But you will pay dearly for this time.”

Kitty stayed just as they were when I found them and watched as I walked to the drawers, opened them up and got our play bag from it. I slowly unzipped the black bag, and pulled from it a rope set, our safety shares, and an array of cocks.

I could feel my pet salivating and getting wet at the sight of the tools I was preparing and laying out for my use.  Just as Kitty was – Laid out for my use.

“Sit up.  On your knees.”

Kitty obliged, without saying “Yes, Sir” and I made a mental tally of five additional strikes when the beating ensued for this indescrepancy.

They waited with hands placed by their sides – The preferred placement for hard play.  It had been quite some time since we had gotten to take out our ropes and we both knew this time they would be used dearly.

As I laced Kitty up in knots and wraps, cinching every loop tight as to ensure Kitty could feel the tension.  Feel daddy wrapped around them. Feel my control and my desire.

Kitty gasped when I pulled their new chest harness to my desired taughtness – But only as deep as my ties would allow.

I grasped the loop over my pet’s breastbone, pulled Kitty’s face toward mine – pulling an ear into my mouth.

“Today we practice red light, green light.  Green for go, red for stop.  I fully anticipate taking you far into green and then rocking you back into safety once we find red.  I want to hear nothing more from you then these words and “Yes, Sir.” …Understood?”

“Yes,  Sir.”

I kissed my pet hard, reinforcing that I would be watching more than Kitty’s words to ensure their safety in our rough play.  Knowing that this sub space is deep and wide.  And this Kitty does NOT like to use safe words.  We would stretch each other in a new way this Monday.

Throwing Kitty back onto our bed with the same firm grip on the chest harness I had just fashioned, I examined the tight spots and determined which ones might need to be removed before our scene was over to ensure our play would last as long as possible while we pushed the limits.

Pulling the splay of toys and tools closer to my now restrained pet, I gathered the last two ropes from my set and wove them into the already established webbing and traced down Kitty’s thighs – Being sure to hook under their cunt and wrap around the quadracep to frame my favorite parts without compressing the femoral artery.  Leaving the last tie freed so I would be able to puppet their legs wider and closer together as I saw fit for my bidding.

Looking down at my masterpiece, I lifted one heel to my solarplexus – Positioning toes and insole of the foot in perfect teasing position.

Light licks and kisses first.

And then, sucks.

As I trace my way toward their cunt, the kisses turn to nibbles and the moans turn to growls.  I fight the urge to rush immediately to full on bites and squeezes.

I want this to last.

This will be a short warm up to ensure we get to play our full game and get to a “red light.”  I will have to push further than I have before.  I can’t waste my warm up on the usual thigh bites.  Today needs to stand out.

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Naughty Kitten Tales: Carnage

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ontent Warning: BDSM, Kink, Submission, Dominance, Depictions of Ownership

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Carnage

I couldn’t help but smile as I plodded around the quiet empty bedroom cleaning up after last night’s carnage but I bit my lip a little to keep from being too pleased with myself. Daddy would like that. He would scold me for being so naughty and pleased with myself but he’d also draw me into him so I could feel him growing hard as he told me what a dirty girl I was for thinking so fondly of last night’s beating. If I still looked too pleased he might turn me around, push me up against a wall, pulling both of my arms behind me. He’d hold one arm tight behind my back and stick my other hand down his pants and into him until I whimpered and started to play. Then he’d pull it out and tell me only good girls got to fuck Daddy.

I realized I had stopped moving. I gave one last sigh to the wetness forming between my legs and scurried about finishing up my chores. New play with protocol.

Protocol 1. Fix the bed. Tuck in the corners­­ even though they get ripped away and twisted every night. Everything back in it’s place. There would be a check­in at mid morning to make sure the am tasks were done.

Rewards for neatness: Time in Daddy’s lap. Spankings by hand, followed by kisses.

Punishments for a poor job or not finishing tasks by deadlines: Kneeling out of reach while Daddy strokes himself. Spankings with the switch, no kisses.

I start by pulling up the sheets and shaking them out so I can inspect them. Washing happens on Thursdays and Sundays unless I make too much of a mess or I let too much of Daddy’s mess slip out of me. I’m almost guaranteed to not make deadline when this happens. I find myself paused again, lip back between my teeth, lost in the fog of the last time that had happened. Wondering if I shouldn’t just leave one corner untucked.

Punishments for purposeful disobedience: Limbs tied to the corners of the bed. Thin flogger. No kisses. Made to come without Daddy being inside.

At least those were the rules. Daddy always seemed to make one set of ties just loose enough for me to buck with my hips and Kitty could usually talk Daddy into making her a mess with at least one load.

Punishment for topping from the bottom: Daddy’s choice. Risky. Could be all night in the corner. No spankings. No kisses.

45 minutes to check in and I still had to shower, change into the underwear that had been laid out, get wet (ahead on this step) and send a video off for inspection.

I unfurled the top sheet and strips of tank top billowed out. As I picked up the pieces I could feel the vibration of them being ripped in half across my body, used to hold me down before finally freeing them completely into two equal parts, almost unrecognizable… almost. I laid them back on the bed and snapped a picture. Daddy would be riled up even before inspection.

Tuck the bottom of the sheet in. Fold down the top. 18 inches. No further.

Comforter. Folded down 12 inches. Daddy doesn’t like to see the sheet.

Pillows. Alternating colors. Even amount on each side. Gray on top.

I started to gather the ropes off the floor where they had been flung aside. They still had knots in them. We could never quite get them off fast enough. I often had as many indentations from being fucked on top of half removed ropes as I did from where they had been tied tightly across my body.

Each one looped around my forearm, leaving enough excess to wrap twice and knot once. So they could be released in one snap of the wrist. Line them up on the bed.

The toys had to be washed next. Only one dick last night. Other than Daddy’s. Soap, water, rinse, repeat. Don’t linger too long­­ Daddy would scold that this was a chore not a reward.

Set out on a towel next to the ropes.

30 minutes left. I’d have to jump into the shower and start to bathe before the water even got warm in order to finish in time. Daddy would like it if my nipples were hard in my inspection video anyways.

20 minutes left. Dry off. The only wet spot could be where my hole leaked onto the gray cotton panties that Daddy had laid out. It had to be new cum. Why should Kitty be rewarded for the wet spot Daddy made last night?

7 minutes left. Curled up on the freshly made bed. Thin white tank top. Gray underwear with the edge of black lace­­ because I was naughty even as hard as Daddy tried to make me good. I quickly clicked my phone to video, turned it around so Daddy could see the bed, the toys and my cunt. I slipped my other hand in between my legs. This last task was never too challenging. My clit was already hard and as many times as I rinsed in the shower the wetness would start to re­surface before I could fully dry off.

3 minutes left. Sizable and visible wet spot.

Punishment for sending off video early­ proving that appropriate time/care hadn’t been spent on tasks: Kneeling and blindfolded. Hands tied behind the back. Daddy would force feed his cock to me, all the way to the back of my throat, coaxing out the thick saliva that only came from sputtering and choking. When his cock was wet enough he’d pick me up swiftly and lay me face down on the bed, knees still on the floor and kneel behind me…

2 minutes left.

Send.

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