I was walking home when I heard someone call out, “Help a lost kitten?”
I looked over and it was a young woman I have passed on the street many times before, standing there in the shade of what I assumed to be her appartment building. Most of the time we would just smile as I pass, or say something about the weather or the traffic. I wouldn’t engage in more conversation because she would be smoking every time, a real turn off for me. She didn’t have a cigarette now though, and was looking nervous and lonely without it.
“As in new home or as in lost her way?” I asked, deciding to take a risk.
“A little bit of both,” she said with a shy smile. “My roommates are fighting and I needed to get out of there for a while, so I am on the streets not knowing what to do.”
“Is that why I see you smoking out on the street here most of the time?”
“Normally, yes,” she said with a shrug. “But I gave it up last week and today I realized that I was using it to get away from my roommates.”
“Well, I always have room for a lost kitten,” I said, now intrigued. “But why me?”
“You seem nice enough, you never hit on me when you walk past,” she said. “And your cute, in an odd way. I don’t know, maybe I have something for older men.”
I it was true, I was showing my age lately, with white hair that was disappearing from my head, and a few extra pounds that I couldn’t get rid of. I took another look at her. She had on a leather jacket that didn’t stand a chance of hiding her curves, as well as jeans that flattered her legs. Her jacket was unzipped enough to show some cleavage. When she noticed me looking, she unzipped it an inch more, showing that if she was wearing a shirt, it was low cut.
She unzipped some more, and I revised to very low cut (posibly none) and no bra.
“Care to come with me and I will feed the lost kitten?” I asked, offering my arm.
“Lead the way, kind sir,” she replied, taking my arm.
We talked a little as we walked, about the neighborhood and how it has changed over time for me, about life in the city compared to the small town she came from, and how little we both got out of our apartments.
We had gone a few blocks when she had gasped and grasped my arm a little tighter. We had just passed the neighborhood leather and sex shop, with a display of new shirts and kitten gear. My eyebrows went up when I stopped in front of it and looked at her.
“Please,” she whispered.
“A lost kitten needs a collar to be found,” I answered. This was not what I was expecting tonight, but I liked the idea of her in a collar and kitten ears.
I small smile went across her face, followed with a blush. She nodded, a full body nod that was more like a bounce, and I turned us to the store.
Inside we found a cheerful gal behind the counter who greeted us. I said hi to her and took the lost kitten deeper into the store behind the racks of mundane leather items.
When we were deep in the racks, she turned to me and grabbed both my hands.
“The thing is,” she said in a whisper, “I left the apartment with just my jacket, jeans, sandals, key and phone.”
“So you need some clothes to eat out in?” I asked.
“Unless you want me naked around your apartment,” she giggled. “Which I wouldn’t mind as it is my normal state. Plus, I left my wallet behind.”
I smiled at her and this new twist. “Well I don’t mind you being in your natural state, but it might be a good idea to get some clothes that are good for going out in.”
She giggled again and bounced, looking all around. She seamed as happy as a kid in a candy store.
“Tell you what, sir,” she said, “since you are buying, you can dress me.”
“I like that you called me ‘Sir’,” I said. “But how much control are you giving me?”
“Um,” she said, wide eyed.
“Let me put it this way,” I said, trying to help her. “I will pick, and you can give me input, but I get to ignore it if I want. But you can stop the whole show if it is too much for you.”
“Um, yes Sir,” she said, and then dropped into a whisper. “And I want you to take as much control as you want.”
“In that case, give me a safeword and then head to the dressing room over there, strip, and wait for me.”
“Yes Sir!” she said with a snappy salute, and sondered over to the dressing room.
I cleared my throat.
She stopped and turned, a puzzled look on her face.
“Safeword?” I asked.
“Oh, safeword is ‘safeword’ Sir,” she said, unzipping her jacket. Then with one hand holding it closed (but open enough to see her smooth belly) she turned and continued sondering.
I started looking around the shop, when I realized that I had not asked her for her sizes. Well, I will just have to get a few different sizes and have her try them on.
I found a corset and skirt set that I considered for her, but the next to it was a sheer white blouse with a short leather skirt. I might be pushing it with such revealing clothes, but I wanted to see her reaction. I also found a ‘kitten starter’ set. It had a set of red cat ears and tail (that almost matched her hair) and a black and red collar with a bell.
When I opened the dressing room, I found her kneeling on the concrete floor with her clothes in a pile on the wide bench next to her. Her eyes lit up as I entered.
I first grabbed the kitten kit, and showed it to her. She reached out and caressed the tail, and looked questionably at the butt plug on the end. She looked at me questionably and asked, “Lube?”
“Oh, sorry,” I said. “Be right back.”
I grabbed a tube of it near the counter. The lady there smiled at me and said, “Take your time, there is no rush yet tonight.”
“I will pay for what is used,” I started to reply, but she cut me off.
“Don’t worry about it now, we can go over it when you two are ready.”
I gave her a quick smile and ran back to the dressing room. I found kitty still kneeling and fondling the kitten kit. She looked up as I came in an gave me a big grin that was echoed in her eyes.
I smiled at her and put the lube down and picked up the ears. She lifted up her head as I slid them on her. I then went to the collar, but she moved my hand to the tail. I decided she knew what was best for her.
Sitting down on the bench, I slapped my knee. She shyly crawled onto my lap.
“First time?” I asked as I lubed up the butt plug.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“The doesn’t have to happen now.”
“Yes it does, I want to be a good kitten.”
“Afraid it will hurt?”
“Afraid I will be spanked for being good.”
I chuckled. “I will not spank you unless I tell you why you are bad kitten. Deal?”
“Deal, Sir.”
I put the butt plug at the entrance to her rosebud, and she squirmed a bit. When I felt it relax, I pushed. It went in smoother than I thought it would.
“Oh fuck, Sir!” kitten exclaimed.
“Not yet,” I replied dryly.
She laughed as she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She twisted and posed, taking in the new tail and ears.
“Fuck, I am a sexy kitten.” she finally said, leaning against the mirror, staring at her face.
“Yes you are,” I said as I lifted her hair and put the collar around her neck. She moaned and closed her eyes as I tightened and fastened it. “My little kitten.”
Her eyes went wide as the realization hit her that she was a claimed kitten. She then spun around to grab my face and kiss me deeply. She was on fire, and wanted to share that feeling it with me. I grabbed the back of her head and her ass to let her know I did.
I wanted to kiss her forever, but she needed to be dressed.
One of the sheer white blouses and leather skirts fit her. The skirt was just above mid-thigh, and the blouse was tight enough to hold her breasts up, but had pockets where her nipples went.
“Fuck, I have never felt so sexy,” she said, twirling in front of the mirror. “No undergarments?”
“I don’t see a reason for them.”
“I am going to flash everyone when I bend over,” she said, doing so and showing off her ample ass which she swung side to side to get her tail to swing.
“Well, then you will,” I said with a shrug I didn’t feel. I was starting to get nervous about what damage I would do to her reputation.
But she grinned at me, then lifted a leg up. “Am I to go barefoot?”
“Let me get something for you,” I said, picking up the unwanted clothes.
I dumped unused the clothes in the return bin, and went to the boots racks. I found a pair of black velvet boots that were soft and high. When I returned kitten was sitting down on the bench.
“Ooo, I like,” she purred.
I put the boots on her, take my time and feeling up her leg. The boots went up to mid-thigh, and her legs felt delightful all the way up. At the top I felt moisture on her inner thighs, and smiled at the thought of her being so wet.
After tying off the boots, I ran my hand up her leg and more into her wetness. Her legs separated more at my intrusion.
“Is kitten excited to be dressed by Master?”
“MmmmHmmm,” she purred. She had lust in her eyes.
Two of my fingers where sucked in by her pussy before I knew it. I was lost in her eyes, so my fingers just started rubbing her g-spot. Her eyes wided, and she licked her lips.
I was tempted to fuck her right there, but I didn't have a condom on me. Still, no reason I can’t have some fun.
My fingers kept going, while my other free hand unbuttoned her blouse. When I have undone it enough I lifted out a breast. It was a handful, and felt wonderful. Her nipple was hardened by her lust, and she leaned in when I took it up to my mouth. It tased erotic to my tongue.
