It was your birthday. I had been planning something special for you for a while. Tonight we would eat a lavish meal at your favourite restaurant, and then realise one of your favourite fantasies. “Come on, baby, we’ll be late!”, I call upstairs to you. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be right down”. You don’t often wear fancy dresses, but I’d picked one out specially and told you to wear it. You liked being told what to wear on special occasions, choosing could be stressful for you. You descend the stairs wearing the tight, short black dress, your gorgeous red hair cascading down over your exposed pale shoulders. “Stunning!”, I state emphatically. Taking you by the hand, I lead you to the cab.
The cab ride doesn’t take long, and we are soon at the restaurant and being seated at our table. I order our meal alongside a bottle of champagne. “Take it easy on the champagne, baby. I’ve got a surprise for you and I don’t want you to be tipsy later”, I instruct, calmly. You don’t drink alcohol very often anyway, but I like to be clear with my expectations. Whilst we await the arrival of our meal, I slide a small bejewelled box across the table. “Happy birthday… open it”, I smile at you. Your excitement is evident as you take the box in your hands, removing the lid, your excitement visibly spills out of you. Inside is a small leather collar, with a silver heart attached to it; engraved simply with the word ‘Kitten’. You had always wanted to be my kitten, and tonight you would be. “Oh my god, thank you, Sir!”, you exclaim.
Our meal arrives, and we chat and laugh as we devour the sumptuous food. We talk about your plans for your birthday celebrations with your friends, what you hope the next year brings for you. The evening flows quickly, and in what feels like no time at all, I am paying the bill and hailing a cab home.
Arriving home, I tell you to sit on the couch whilst I get the rest of your presents. You sit down quickly, eager to see what else I have for you. I return with more boxes. Opening them one by one, you reveal a leash, some kitten ears, a tail plug, and a saucer. When you had first told me that you wanted to be my kitten, I had been hesitant; over time I had come to love the idea. “From now on, you are my kitten”, I say. You squeal with excitement, jumping up from the sofa to throw your arms around me. “Thank you, Sir! Now we really can be the kitten and the wolf!”. You had always likened me to a wolf, the silver and black hair of my beard reminded you of one.
I kiss you passionately, peeling the dress off you in seconds, filled with animalistic lust. I grab at your naked form, hungry to devour you. “Get on the floor on your hands and knees.” You silently comply. I place the collar and leash around your pretty neck, the kitten ears on your head. I run my fingers softly all over you, concentrating on your inner thighs. My feather like touch has you dripping with wanton desire in seconds. Bending down with your leash in one hand, I spread your peachy, pale ass with the other. I push my tongue deeply into your tight little asshole and eagerly lap at you. “Fuck, that feels really good, Sir”, you groan. I grab the tail plug and force it into your tight ass. You start to squirm and pull away from me, pulling back on your leash I reassure you, “It’s ok, kitten, it’s ok”.
Standing up, I pull you up towards me. Kissing you tenderly, whilst I pinch hard on your erect nipples. You wince slightly. “There, there!”, I say. I reach over for my favourite set of clamps and apply each one slowly, to your straining, bulging, hard nipples. You forget to thank me. I remind you of your error by pulling hard on the chain that joins the clamps together. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK… Thank you, Sir!”. I stroke your beautiful naked torso, before pulling you back down on to all fours. I begin to lead you around the floor. You move sensually and slowly, purring softly as you go. “Now my little kitty, lets have some fun!”, I smile at you, looking deeply into your eyes.
I slowly unzip my trousers and release my engorged cock, pulling on your leash so you crawl towards me. You begin licking softly at the underside of my shaft. “Please, Sir, may I suck your cock?”, you ask with a faux innocence. You know me better than that, and it comes as no surprise when I simply growl back at you, “Beg for it!”. You nuzzle at my groin, begging to feel my swollen member in your salivating mouth. I slowly feed my cock deep into your throat, and begin to fuck your face furiously; gently stroking your hair as I do.
I stand back, releasing myself from your mouth. Placing the saucer on the ground just in front of you, I stride around to your sopping wet cunt. As I kneel behind you, and tease the engorged head of my cock slowly into your pussy, you can’t help but wonder to yourself, ‘why is there nothing in my saucer?’. I tease you slowly with just my head for what feels like eternity. I love to make you beg. “Please, Sir, please fuck me deeply?”, you exasperatedly cry out. When I do finally fill you completely up, you gasp audibly at how tight you feel. Both of your holes stretched. The fat plug in your ass, and my twitching, hard cock, balls deep in your sodden pussy. Pulling tightly on your leash, I begin to plough into your silky wetness with a determined purpose; again and again.
“Please, Sir, may I cum?”, I’m slamming into you hard and fast. “Hold it, kitten!”, I snarl. Your entire being is aching to explode. I spank your ass harshly, your skin glows red. The sharp burst of pain actually drives you onward, closer to the edge of your orgasm. Realising you are on the verge, I command you, “Cum for me!”. Your orgasm erupts, consuming you whole. Your body convulses and writhes uncontrollably. After a few more intense thrusts, I withdraw from you. Arising, I walk round to your flushed face, “Look up at me, kitten!”. You watch me, mesmerised as I stroke myself. “Argh!”, I exclaim loudly, as my hot, sticky cum rains down on your pretty face; dripping into the saucer beneath you. I slump down onto one knee in front of you, “Drink up, kitten”. You lap hungrily at my cum in your saucer, as I gently stroke your hair. “Good, kitten!”, I praise you.
Lifting you up to me, I cuddle you into my chest. We collapse on to the soft rug beside us. Stroking you delicately, I kiss you on the nose. You snuggle right into me, and just for a moment, I actually think I can hear you purring contentedly.
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