Kitten’s New Toy

I based this work of fiction on real life; told from Mister K’s point of view.

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She saunters into the kitchen, a little wiggle in her step. I assess her over the top of the morning paper. Delicate fabric hugs her form perfectly, the short skirt barely brushing the tops of her toned thighs. Opening the fridge, she bends at the waist to remove something from the bottom shelf, granting me a salacious view of her perfect backside–and feminine folds. The lack of panties has my head raising, and not the one that moments ago was reading an article about physics. Folding and setting the newsprint aside, I adjust myself in my chair, never for a moment taking my eyes off her.

Accentuating her breasts, which bounce with each sweep of her backside, the dress’s bodice sits low, as if asking permission to let them spill out solely for my viewing pleasure. The strings that hold them in place dig into her plump flesh, making a crisscross pattern, and my fingers itch to pull each thin cord, watch them spill into my hands.

Turning on the kettle, she hums a tune only she can hear, hips swaying to the imagined beat, and I can’t help but to focus on them as they replicate the tempo. The gauze-thin material swirls around her lithe frame, highlighting her curves and seductive charm.

 As she reaches into the top cupboard, the dress rises and my fingers twitch as the bottom of her cheeks peek out. Lifting on to her toes, she secures a mug and tea sachet before turning to face me, a smile beaming vibrantly. I raise an eyebrow in response but say nothing about her mischievousness and how she’s trying desperately to get what we both know she wants.

Clearing my throat, I drum my fingertips on the table, deciding this is the day I will start training her. I was going to wait, but if she wants to flaunt her ass, I’ll give her reason to.

“I want to try something new, Kitten. Once you’ve finished your tea, come find me and we’ll begin.”

With that, I stand – doing nothing to hide my growing erection – and leave the room. I can feel her eyes bore into my back as I make my getaway. She was hoping for a reaction. The one she got was not the one she expected. Good.

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It takes longer than I would have thought for her to come to me. I know why when I see she’s changed into a new dress, this one no less revealing or sexy. Actually, it may be more so. It buttons from breastbone to thighs, but she only has three of the eight buttons secured. They’re holding the dress together, but barely. The colour matches her eyes wonderfully and they shine like diamonds as she sinks to her knees in the doorway.

Like I haven’t summoned her here, she asks “May I enter, Sir?” while coyly twirling her hair around her finger and biting her bottom lip. She knows the answer, but it seems like she’s not done playing the tease.

I give a single nod instead of voicing my confirmation. She frowns but says nothing. Making her way on hands and knees, I watch her ass swing from side to side; her attempt at seduction obvious. Once in front of me, she settles down on her heels and looks at me expectantly.

“I have a few calls to make. Sit there like a good girl, then we’ll start.” I know she’ll be bored in no time. She’s not made to sit still. I learned that early on. It’s either keep her busy, or she’ll find another way to do so. Judging by her behaviour in the kitchen, Kitten is feeling frisky this morning. That can only mean she needs a good session. But before that I want to have a bit of fun.

I’m only three minutes into the first call when she’s already squirming. It begins with a shuffling of her weight, then fidgeting with her hands. By the fifth minute, her fingers are lingering up her thighs, watching me to see if I’ll notice. I do, of course. You’d have to be dead not to, but I can’t tell her that.

Before I know it, she’s pulled the dress buttons open, giving me a full-frontal view. She spreads her legs, displaying her cunny, but remains kneeling. One hand tweaks a nipple, the other snaking between her thighs. She knows she’s not allowed to bring herself to climax, but I won’t punish her for giving me a show.

When I don’t give her the attention she’s wanting, she crawls closer to me, fingers in line with my fly. Grabbing her wrist, I take her hand away. She lets me know how she feels about this by emitting a saddened, mewling cry. I smile, then nudge her until she lays back silently, eyes focused on my every move.

Opening the top drawer of my desk, I pull out a small velvet bag and dump the contents into my hand. The metal is cool against my skin. I hold up the plug, turning it to show her the gem topper, and her eyes grow round.

“Open,” I say, before popping it into her mouth. “This will keep your pretty lips busy.” I add with a teasing smile.

She pouts as well as possible with her mouth full.

“I have one last call to make. Keep touching yourself until I tell you to stop, but don’t come. I don’t want to punish you. Yet…” I let the threat hang in the air but know that it has done nothing but perhaps make her wetter.

Dialing the remaining number, I watch her continue her task. Two fingers dip into her heat, while the other hand circles her clit. Listening to the phone ring on the other end, I watch as she writhes at my feet, giving me a grand show as she takes her pleasure.

As soon as the call’s finished, I lay the phone in the cradle and pat my thighs. Kitten jumps up immediately and settles her tiny ass in my lap, facing me.

“Are you wet, Kitten?” I ask.

“Mmm.” she replies around the jeweled plug.

“Good. Climb up on my desk, hands and knees. Ass in the air.”

She does as she’s bid, and before I know it, her puckered hole is in line with my eyesight. Her cunt is swollen and red. Nectar coats her lips with a delectable shine, and I don’t hesitate in tasting her. She trembles as I run my tongue through her core. Removing the plug from her kissable mouth, I press it directly into her center. She gasps, but pushes back with a sigh, more than happy to accept the intrusion.

“You seem needy today, Kitten. Do you need something?” I ask, running my hands down her back and over her ass. She opens wider as my fingers graze her inner thighs.

“Yes, Sir. Please.” Her reply is throaty, almost mistaken for a moan.

“Do you think showing your ass off in the kitchen is an appropriate way to ask for something?”

“No, Sir.” And for a second, she looks contrite. But it’s quickly hidden behind her smile. “But it may get me fucked.”

“Or punished.” I reply with a wolflike grin.

“I see that as a win-win, Sir.”

“Luckily for you then, we have a new toy.” Opening the drawer, I take out a bottle of lube prepared ahead of time and coat two fingers. Using my opposite hand, I pull the plug out of her depths, then push it back in. While pulling it out a second time, I coat her anus with the excess lube, then push the plug back in, sinking a digit into her ass at the same time. She responds with a whine that ends in a purr.

“Okay, Kitten. Today we start anal training.” I say, pulling out. I repeat, slow and steady, until she’s pushing back against me – just like I knew she would – then I line up my second finger.

“A bit of a pinch. Take a deep breath.” With no further warning, I push into her. She whimpers as I breach her opening, but just like before, she pushes back towards me. I bury my fingers to my knuckles, then hold. She breathes through the stretch, finishing with a low groan.

“Good girl. Okay. You’re ready for the plug now.” I say, pulling it from her pussy. It’s coated in her juices, and more than slick enough for the job at hand.

Once ready, I pull out my fingers, then settle the jeweled plug at her bare entrance.

“This is bigger than my fingers, but not by much. I’ll get it started but just like last time, then wait for you to push back and claim it.”

I press the steel bulb into her anus, mesmerized as she stretches to accommodate its shape and size. Halfway in, I teasingly push in a bit more, only to pull out until she moans wildly and pushes back in a single thrust. The plug gets sucked inside her perfect peachy bum; the heart-shaped jewel glittering in place.

“So beautiful.” I say with awe as I massage each globe. The scent of her arousal assaults the air. Her cunt is weeping, and it’s blatantly clear she needs a release. Isn’t that too bad?

“Get dressed, Kitten. No panties. We have places to be.”

With a groan, but no other sounds uttered, she does as I say and I’m unsure whether I’m relieved or disappointed that the dress is buttoned all the way. Taking her hand, I lead her to the door. “How about a walk?” I make it sound like a question, but she knows it’s anything but.

When we step into the morning spring air, we’re greeted by a gentle wind. It blows her hair back from her shoulders, while lifting her skirt around her thighs. With a gasp, she holds it down, but I just shake my head with a tsk.

We start down the walk, and I lean over and whisper in her ear, “you wanted to tease me by showing off your bum. Now’s your chance. Oh, and so you know, the next plug is bigger.”

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