K =Kitty Play #SpankA2Z #BDSM #KittyPlay #PetPlay 3


K = Kitty Play

I don’t know when it happened or how, but I love pet play.  In Finding Submission, Preston likes Kitty play and convinces Avery to give it a try.  Nobody, including Avery, expected to her to like it as much as she did.

If you haven’t read kitty play before, read the following excerpt and see if it interests you 🙂

“What’re you doing standing at the door, Avery?   You know to just walk in.”
“Well, I don’t know… I wasn’t sure if it was different, or something.” 
Preston grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Nothing is going to happen today that’s going to hurt you or be more than you can handle.   If something is confusing you, stop me and ask.  If something is beyond what you think you can tolerate, you safe word. What is your safeword, Avery?”
Avery rolled her eyes, “It’s Poison.  You know that!” 
“I wanted you to say it.  Now, if something is upsetting or you become upset or afraid you safeword.”  Preston held her chin between his thumb and forefinger pausing to reinforce his words. “Otherwise, you trust me to know what you can, and cannot do.  It’s the same as every other time we have tried something new.  If you get too mouthy, or disobey, you’ll be punished just like other times.  Understand?”
Avery sighed loudly.  “It seems like I’m always getting my ass kicked for something — why not have it be the same with kitten play, right?  Will the swats be what you would give a kitten? I can handle that.  Those would be pretty easy, I’m thinking.”
Preston tried to hide his smile as he reached around, and swatted her bottom — hard.   “First, I would never swat a kitten.  So to answer your statement, no, the swats won’t be like that.  They will be swats for a grown woman who’s role playing a kitten, and they will be with the pink leather handle of your leash.” 
Leash?  Are you fucking kidding me?” Avery put her hands on her hips.  This was sounding a little more ridiculous — and a lot less fun — by the minute.  Who the hell wanted to be spanked with the leather handle of a pet leash?  
Preston walked over to a cupboard, and came back with a small linked chain leash adorned with — just as he’d said — a pink, leather handle.  He walked right up to her, grabbed her elbow, and turned her sideways, swatting her bottom several times with the leather, the strokes hurting even through her yoga pants.
“Ow!  That hurts! Shit, you better not be planning on doing that too many more times tonight or this Kitten Fiesta is over.”  Avery rubbed her bottom with both hands, glaring at the leash in his hand
Preston scowled and stepped closer to her, saying in a deep voice, “You will not be dictating to me how, and when I’m using this leash, my dear. You will do as you’re told.  Like a good kitten should.  If you want to leave here on Sunday and still be able to sit comfortably, I suggest you keep that mouth shut.  As for when this ’Kitty Fiesta‘ is over, I’m in charge of that, not you.   If I need to impress upon you who’s in charge, you’ll have a very sore bottom, very quickly.” 
Preston slapped the leather across the palm of his hand and Avery couldn’t help but clench her bottom in reaction.  That little pink sucker hurt, and she wasn’t going to get anymore kitty spankings tonight if she had anything to say about it. 
“Okay.  Geesh.  You’re so touchy about all of this.” Avery pouted his way, trying to manipulate his mood. “You know I have to question things. You could be a little nicer about it.” 
Preston’s eyebrows rose. “I believe I’m being very nice about it, Miss Avery.   If I were a stricter man, you would be bare bottomed in the corner right now waiting to feel that leash until you were sobbing.  But, to show my control, and keep my temper in check, I only gave you a reminder that this leash will not be your friend this weekend.   Should I give you a firmer reminder, Miss Avery?  Is that necessary? Or do you think the kindness I have displayed is appreciated?”
Avery scrunched her eyebrows at him, and didn’t answer right away.  But when Preston began to wrap the leash around his fingers, she quickly grabbed his hand. “N-nooooo.  You’re very nice, Sir.   And my bottom hurts already.”  She stopped to rub her bottom dramatically. “And I don’t like that leash already, so I don’t want to get spanked anymore.  I’ll be good.”
Preston put the leash on the counter, and pulled her in for a hug.   “That’s a good, Kitty.   Let’s get you started on your good kitty weekend.   Take your clothes off right here at the door — no clothes are allowed for the rest of the weekend.”   
“But—“
Preston put a finger to her lips. “No more talking, kitten.    I’ve turned the heat up, so you won’t be cold.  Good kitties don’t talk.  So you have to only speak if you’re confused or something is beyond your comfort zone.  If you continue to be argumentative or fight me, I’ll have to gag you and I really don’t like to do that to my good kitty.  Take off your clothes.” 
“Okay.   You’ll be required to eat out of dishes on the floor, or out of my hand.   I like feeding you, and I think you’ll like it also.   And when it’s time to go to sleep, I’ll have you sleep in your special little bed.  I made that bed hoping that I would have a sweet kitty to sleep in it someday.  I hope you’ll like all the amenities I put in there for my kitten.”
Feeling a little too exposed, she stood, trying to cover herself.  
Preston retrieved her collar from the counter and put it on her.   She remembered the first time she had seen it, and put it around her neck.  It was so pretty.  It was a black velvet with a pink bell hanging from the middle that said “Kitty” in script writing.   Just the tinkling of the bell made her smile.   She loved the sound of it that first night, and now, standing in front of Preston with no clothes on, feeling the warmth of the wheals on her bottom from her leash, and having the pretty collar put on, she felt owned and treasured.
She belonged to Preston.
She heard the clink of the chain clipping to the collar. “On the floor, Kitty—hands and knees.”Avery gracefully went to the floor and waited until he tugged on her leash. She followed him over to a rug that was laid in front of the rocking chair. 
“I want you, head down ass up on this rug.  I’ll return with your tail.”
Avery immediately got into position, and then felt him position the leather leash handle so it was over the crack of her ass.    “Don’t move, or let this handle slip while I’m gone.  If it falls, you’ll be spanked with it in the cleft of this beautiful ass before I insert your tail.  I don’t think you want me to put the plug into a freshly reddened bottom hole.  Do you, Kitten?”
She shook her head, then buried it in her arms.  
“I didn’t think so either, babe.”  He lightly patted her bottom, and stroked his hand lightly over her back. “Goooood Kitty.   Such a goooood Kitty.”
Avery found herself thinking about her upcoming weekend.  How did one even eat out of a dish on the floor?  And what would it feel like to have a butt plug that was a tail in her bottom?  Sure he had given her butt plugs to wear before — usually because she said something snarky to him after he had warned her to be quiet — and it was a punishment.  It was something she wasn’t supposed to like, and then he would take it out at bedtime.  Would she like having a tail?   Well, she would find out soon.  
Oh God!
She could feel a sneeze coming on.  What the fuck?   She couldn’t sneeze, or she would be spanked on her bottom hole.   There was no way that was happening.   She forced herself to cough, then snorted and squeezed her nose shut with her hands.  
“What in the name of hell are you doing, Kitten?”
“I almost sneezed, and I didn’t want the leash to fall and get my ass kicked because of a natural human function.  ‘Cause, you know, I’m supposed to be a fucking kitten, and I guess kittens aren’t allowed to sneeze — or they get their asses beat.” 
The next thing Avery felt was her left cheek being pulled aside, and stripes of fire repeatedly lashing across her bottom hole.   She started keening and squirming, the burn increasing by the second.
“No!” Preston barked. “The problem here isn’t that you were going to sneeze.  And, yes, kittens are allowed to sneeze.   What isn’t allowed is kittens swearing, being sarcastic, being mouthy, and not being submissive.”
“Ow! Ow!  I’m sorry!”  
“I bet you are now!   Do you think you can keep your mouth shut now, Miss Avery?   Will you be a good, quiet, kitty now?”
“Yes, Sir. I will.  I promise.” 
“Keep your head down and your mouth shut while I put your tail in.   I’ll remind you now that I warned you that the tail would hurt more when inserted into a very red bottom hole — and I’ll remind you again that this was your choice.”
The lube was cold on her bottom and Preston was right — just rubbing in the lube hurt.  She would never learn to keep her mouth shut.  His finger then penetrated her bottom, the muscles fighting the intimate intrusion, a moan escaping her lips. 
“Bear down, Kitten.  It’ll be easier if you don’t fight it.  You’ve been through this before — this isn’t your first rodeo.   Push back and let me get this tail into your bottom.”
Avery bore down and felt the plug pop into place.  Preston walked out to the bathroom to clean, and she reached back to feel the tail.   It was soft, and the tail hung down almost to her knees.  She looked over her shoulder at it, at the pretty white tail protruding from her bottom.   She wiggled her bottom, watching the tail swishing around her hips, and in the process realized that it also moved the plug pleasingly inside her.   As she continued to sway her hips, she felt her juices gather between the lips of her sex.  This was way more erotic than she thought it would be.  

  

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