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The Further Adventures of Kitty Girl - Part II

Things heat up even more for Kitty Girl
They call them catnaps, for good reason. Neither of us slept. Instead we luxuriated in each others presence, sharing the warmth of our bodies, touching intimately, gentle hands tracking the roundness of breasts, soft lips kissing shadowed places, legs intertwined, bodies pressing together as we shifted comfortably upon the sheets. My ears had fallen off sometime during our tryst, and she set them back on carefully, her laugher soft against my skin as she stroked my hair. Soon, her gentle touches became teasing ones, and her eyes filled with promises.

"Remember what we talked about?" she whispered in my ear. "All those dirty things that made you blush?"

I did, all too well. I’d opened up to her, something I don’t do very often, except in the anonymity of being on line. She’d asked questions, and I’d answered them, sometimes volunteering unsought answers, needingto share my innermost secrets, the hungers that made me blush with both humiliation and lust. We’d ended that conversation with me admitting that I was wet with desire, a confession that had to be pulled from me, but I was ultimately glad to share, and now? Now it would come back to haunt me.

She kissed me, tenderly at first, and then roughly, her fingers gripping my ass. I felt painful crescents forming in the softness of my skin, her fingernails digging in as she rolled over on top of me, forcing her tongue inside of my mouth as she rubbed her cunt against mine. All hint of tenderness was gone. I reacted in kind, pulling her against me, moaning into her mouth.

"You are such a little slut, Kitty."

"Yes." I hissed breathless. I couldn’t deny it. The ultimate kitty slut, wanting only one thing, desire making no room for any other thoughts. I wanted to cum, to make her cum. I wanted her to use and abuse me. I wanted her to do everything to me she’d ever fantasized about and, mostly, I wanted her to push me beyond what I was comfortable with, far beyond. I knew it was breaking the rules, but I risked it, anyway, just this once.

"I want you to do bad things to me. I want to be your dirty little kitty."

Those were my last "human" words for a while, and she took them to heart, using me as I needed and wanted to be used. Roughly, she turned me over, pushing me into the mattress with her weight, her strength fueled by lust.

"Don’t move!" she commanded, and I obeyed, laying there, her legs straddling my waist, the warm wetness of her pussy rubbing against the small of my back as she reached drew her nails over my shoulder blades, leaving marks without breaking the skin. I fought the need to squirm, the panic in my chest that turned my instincts into those of an animal. Biting the bed coverings, I lay there, breathing hard, while she gathered my hair in one hand, and slowly pulled my head back, until I gasped, the sheets slipping from between my teeth.

"Your cuffs. Where do you keep them?"

I pointed, best as I could, towards the dresser, indicating the bottom drawer, knowing that she was about to uncover an embarrassing secret. It wasn’t just cuffs we kept in there, but all sorts of toys, from vibrators and dildos to all sorts of bondage gear and implements of pain. I wanted to curl up into a ball and hide until she went away, only then breathing a sigh of relief. Instead, I lay there, my head turned as she climbed from her perch and began going through our toy drawer, lifting items one at time, watching my reaction with each new discovery. My face was on fire, so deeply was I blushing, her rude comments turning my cunt to jelly. I could feel the wetness growing on the sheets as, unable to stop myself, I began to grind myself against the mattress.

"Bad Kitty!" Cindy growled, catching on quickly. I stopped, trembling, noticing the wooden ruler she held, and then watching as she placed a small pile of toys on the bed next to me my face. My leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Rope. A wooden ruler. Nipple clamps. Thankfully, they weren’t the painful clover clamps that Kay loved to use on me when I misbehaved. I say thankfully, but I admit to being torn, wishing that perhaps they had been.

We had bought a new bed frame shortly after moving into our house, one with a head and foot board comprised of metal rails that served a very specific purpose in our games, one that was obvious to Cindy. I lay still, trembling with desire as she buckled my cuffs, the soft leather feeling wonderful against my ankles and wrists. She bound me upon my back, my wrists together and attached to the headboard, my ankles to the foot of the bed, leaving me helpless. I struggled, making sure that I was indeed secure, smiling at the discovery that I couldn’t escape. Before she continued, she lay down along side of me, kissing my out stretched arm, my neck, my cheek, her lips brushing my ear.

"You sure you’re alright with this, Rach?" There was concern in her voice, a tinge of shyness even, which I loved her for. I nodded, adding a soft little meow, turning my head so that I could lick her face reassuringly. My answer must have been in my eyes as well, for she chuckled, taking my chin in her hands and squeezing so that my lips puckered, and then kissing me teasingly.

"Good girl." Two simple words, but not so simple to me. It was all I ever wanted. To be good, to please, to be loved. That was the last tenderness I experienced for a while. She had promised me treats and she delivered, recalling what I had said last time we had talked, about how I liked to be hurt.

"We’re going to play a game," she announced. "A simple one. If you make a sound, you will get hurt. Does my little Kitty, understand?"

I nodded, mewing softly, for which I received, without warning, a swift blow from the ruler across my breast. I gasped, unable to help myself, and she swatted me again, this time across my nipple. The game had begun, and already I was losing.

"Now do you understand?" she asked, and I nodded soundlessly, my lips pressed tightly together.

Chuckling, she tenderly kissed me, her lips cool upon the heat of her blows. It was all I could do not to moan, reminding myself of her one rule. Soon, she had her lips wrapped around my nipple, suckling. It was all I could do not to sigh pleasurably. Somehow I managed. It soon became obvious that her goal was to break my silence. Her mouth was all over my breast, kissing, licking, nibbling. Finally, she took to nipping at my nipples with her teeth, and I broke, gasping with pain. Of course, that was followed swiftly by blows from the ruler, which drew little gasps from me as well, bringing even more "punishment".

My breasts, my thighs, my arms, ass, cunt, they all received attention, until my entire body felt warmed by the blows. I was in heaven, a heaven marked by beautiful pain.

"You actually get off on this." She breathed, and I nodded, careful to remain as silent as I could, my entire body trembling with hurt, and something else. I’d been on the edge of cumming for a while, at that point. My cunt was on fire, the flat of the ruler having left its mark there as well. She knew, how could she not? She put the clamps on my nipples, perhaps to draw my attention away, perhaps simply to be cruel. I struggled, my back arching almost painfully, twisting, turning, until she sat on me once more, her face so close that her nose bumped mine.

"You are not allowed to cum. Not yet."

Easy for her to say, especially since she began kissing me, soft teasing kisses that moved slowly down my throat, to the swell of my breasts. I forgot myself, whimpering and moaning, but she chose not to punish me with the ruler. Instead, she used her mouth. Lips, soft and moist, settled on my swollen nipples, the pain of the clamps dull now. Not for long, she yanked them off, letting the blood flow, and I gave a sharp, soft scream as pain blossomed, moaning as her took them into her mouth one at a time. I lay twitching beneath her, lost in the pleasure that she gave me, abandoning myself to her.

It had become dark in the room, only the glow of a small lamp illuminating the bed. Enough so that I could watch as she kissed her way over my ribs, my taut bell, my entire body quivering as she kissed my thighs, never once touching my cunt. I wanted to beg, to plead, to scream my demands, but I held back, knowing my place. I was Kitty Girl, after all. Rachel had long since disappeared into the recesses of my mind.

"Poor, poor kitten." She cooed, her smile wicked as she looked up from between my legs. "You want to cum so badly. I can see it in your eyes. Too bad. If you’re good, though, I have another treat for you. Later."

I was always good. Well, that’s a lie, but I tried so hard to be. I always obeyed Kay to the best of my ability, and I had tried so hard to obey Cindy, doing my best to stay silent as instructed. She chuckled, kissing the swollen, throbbing nub between my legs, almost sending me over the edge. It took all of my will power not to raise my hips and try to grind them against her mouth in a bid to push myself over the edge. I managed somehow, despite her teasing words. She called me dirty, slut, nympho. They were all true. Even if I could, I wouldn’t deny it. I was on fire, craving only one thing. Release. I forgot all about being quiet, my moans earning me swats upon my exposed flesh as she finally remembered the ruler, until finally, she gave up amidst laughter.

"My arm is getting tired."

I was too far gone to join her, my back arching almost painfully as she slid her fingers inside of me, one at a time until all four filled me, filling me up, fucking me slowly at first and then brutally, shoving them deep, deep, deep…

I came, my entire body alight with passion and pleasure that was almost painful as Cindy began striking my nipples once more with the ruler, taking me to new heights. I could feel the pull of my cuffs as I lost control of my body, her hand never stopping it assault of my cunt, the feel of her fingers as they curled inside of me, bumping up against my g-spot just right…

"Oh my fucking god…"

That from her, as I began to pant, the fucking she was giving me becoming too intense to bear. Now, instead of begging her to make me cum, I started begging her to stop, feeling like I might pass out any moment. Finally, she did, and I began to cry, tears streaming down my cheeks, my sobs silent.

"Are you ok?" she asked, pulling her fingers from my sopping cunt, my juices gushing all over the bed sheets.

Nodding, I smiled, hopefully reassuringly, doing my best to purr like the kitten I was. I felt wonderful, my kitty self feeling so much love, my girl self mirroring the feeling. I’m not sure why physical pain effects me like this. It’s not only a physical release, but an emotional one as well, something that my partner, Kay, has come to understand. Cindy, however, was new to this, or at least in regards to me, and I thought it best that I try my best to be a girl with her for a short while.

"Sorry. I’m… great, that was amazing…" my words were quiet, shy, hesitant. "I want to… hold you…"

For emphasis, I tugged at the bonds securing my arms.

With a smile, she shook her heard, her hand roaming over my body, tenderly, soft and gentle, until I began to relax, my moans almost sighs.

"Not quiet yet, unless you want to use your safe word…?"

I thought about it, about the need to be close to her, comforted as well as comforting. I watched her eyes, her attention not on my face, but on my body, touching me all over, making me shiver. Even after cumming so hard for her, I felt excitement growing within me, desire slowly following her teasing touch, like a trail of electric current gravitating towards my quivering cunt. I thought about it, and smiled, my head moving from one side to the other in a negative motion.

"No…" I breathed, my eyes closing. This felt too good and I felt safe in my bonds. Safe, secure, loved.

"You made a mess, Kitty…"

She giggled. I merely nodded, my eyes mere slits as she freed my legs, spreading them wid before kneeling between them, kissing my thighs, her tongue stroking silkily along sensitive flesh. Desire swept in, forcing a long whimpering moan from my mouth. Squirming, unable to still myself, I endured it as she stoked the fire within me, my body glowing with heat as she parted my swollen lips with her tongue, tasting me, her lips suckling upon my clit, the tip of her tongue flickering lazily with butterfly kisses.

She drove me mad, keeping me on the edge once more, until I despaired of ever cumming, of going insane as she denied me that final pleasure. It felt like hours, although I am sure it wasn’t anywhere near that.

"You know I’m not going to let you cum." she said, her words tinged with wickedness. "It’s going to be a very long night for you, kitty."

I groaned, twisting and turning, strugggling against my bonds, growing frantic as she teased me, toying with me cruelly, laughing at the primal sounds filling the room, patiently pushing me to the edge and then pausing, letting me simmer, and then resuming her torment until I thought I really would lose my mind. Oh, how I both hated and loved her for what she was doing to me. I was helpless to stop her, so I simply endured, and prayed for it to end, knowing that, once it did, I would beg her for more.

To be continued

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