Mistress
Kitten.
My sweet Kitten.
The very reason I draw breath.
The sting across my eye from where she raked me across the face, I want to feel it forever. Because it’s the proof my girl has grown strong, she has freed herself from the cruel chains she was forced to wear. I had shown her how, but removing them was something she had to do.
I am so proud, and more scared than I would like to admit.
For the first time since the day we met, Kitten doesn’t need me.
But I need her.
I’ve never been so happy. I’ve never been so heartbroken.
So no matter how much money I am throwing away, I will see no clients this evening. I will stay right by her side. Tonight, I need to be close to her.
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Kitten
Mistress stayed! Oh, the only part I hated during our parties was when Mistress left me to go work to her guests over. But tonight, she stayed! And she was gonna watch me perform. So I knew I needed to make it fuckin’ good!
The night had been perfect! The show was amazin’, I had already been fucked silly. And while my customers were desperately pawing at my body, Mistress’ dark eyes fixated on me, watching every despicable thing happenin’. I think I was giggling, absolutely giddy, and ready to be passed around.
You ever been buggered by a room full of people? Fuck, how can I even begin to describe it? I guess I’ll start out by sayin’ this… gettin’ gang banged ain’t for everybody. Especially not the way I like it.
I’m fucked up, and I rarely feel shame about it anymore. Dark and twisted things make me wet. I could sit down with a psychologist and unpack all my traumas. Why does somethin’ like being called a bitch and forced to suck a fella off do it for me? A shrink might tell me it’s an unhealthy response to some bullshit in my childhood. They might say I need to focus on all the things that make me sad and unhappy and pick those apart till I come to terms with them.
“Mmffff!” Or I can enjoy having my mouth fucked and tell the hypothetical doctor to go pound sand because I’m havin’ the time of my life. I’m not sure whose cock was proddin’ my uvula right now. Once I get goin’ I stop lookin’ at faces. After all, there’s only one person who matters to me in the room.
She’s sittin’ in her throne at the end of the stage. Mistress’ eyes were fiery and hungry. Her dress was lifted and she’s teasin’ me, showin’ herself off to make me hungry. And it worked.
A woman wrapped her arms around me from behind. She was clawin’ at my breasts, really diggin’ her nails into me as she humped my ass, forcin’ me to gag on the prick in my throat. “Does the little Princess like that? You filthy fucking whore, dirty slut. This is all you’re good for!”
That was Cathy’s voice! I had dinner with her and her husband last month. Mistress had em’ over for dinner. And of course, a little show. They watched as Mistress bent me over the table and sodomized me. Most of these folks only come around for the parties, but we have a few regulars who enjoy more frequent visits. That must mean it was her husband, Harold, who was about to drop a load in my belly.
I adjusted my head and scraped my teeth along his shaft. “Y-you bitch! Don’t you dare think about biting! Don’t you… fuck!” Yeah, I’ve sucked that cock before. Everybody’s got somethin’ special that does it for them, like how Harold liked the danger that I might chomp down. And all that cum runnin’ down my chin is proof of that.
Cathy threw me to the ground and pushed me onto my back before grindin’ her cunt into my face. “Eat it, whore!”
Ha! She’s a trip. Sweetest lady in the whole fuckin’ world, but pays for the nastiest shit! Really proud Grandma, showed me pictures of her daughter’s new twins. Actually donated a shit ton of money to one of my cat shelters! But they pay us because they want a break from playin’ all nice. They want to be cruel. So I turned my head to protest. “N-n-no! Mercy! Stop! Please!”
“A whore does as she’s told!” She slapped me sternly across the cheek, could feel the skin raisin’ on my face. Mistress shifted in her throne. She really gets a rise seein’ me get smacked around. “Fuck her cunt, Harold! This bitch will probably eat pussy better if she’s getting rammed.”
Ha! She keeps me on my toes. That’s one of the reasons she’s one of my favorite regulars. Which is the real Cathy? The happy homemaker or the masochist ridin’ my face? When she fucks me all mean like this, is that her just flushin’ the bad stuff out so she can go back to bein’ sweet? Or is she just lettin’ her mask slip and the kind ol’ Granny is just a sheepskin on a wolf?
Poor Harold looked dejected. Think Cathy promised more than he could deliver. He had just blown his load into my mouth, and some of these older guys ain’t so good at hoppin’ right back in. Cathy shot him an angry look, then heId up his hand, signaling to Juniper. After a quick negotiation on price, she walked over and handed him a nine-inch dildo. It was a pretty color. Was that new? Anyway…
“MMMFFFF!!” I gave Cathy a pathetic look as her husband started fuckin’ me with the rubber. It was nice, too. A lot of these fellas ain’t so good at stayin’ hard enough to get me off. But with all these eyes watchin’ me get violated, that dildo was just perfect. He was pumpin’ me with it and soon I was cummin’ again.
Fuck, it’s been a great night. And plenty more to go.
But Mistress… she’s liking what she sees. I know that. But there’s a distance in the way she’s lookin’ at me. I wonder what she’s thinking?
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M
My precious little girl.
I’ve never told her this, and I’ll ask you to keep it to yourself as well. The destined night I met her, when I found her in that filthy dive bar ready to throw herself to the wolves, just hoping they would give her a thrill before snuffing out her light… I also had planned to shed my mortal coil before the morning. Something simple, drugs. I was there to meet a man who would sell me two very special pills. One was lethal enough to kill ten men, the second was because I wanted my death to be an absolute painless certainty.
Instead, I met Kitten. And my wicked life had purpose.
My family owned and operated a ‘Civil Defense’ company. We provided the great trifecta. Weapons. Mercenaries. Secrets. We had more power and influence than some countries.
I was lavished with the most expensive education. Anything I wanted, it was mine for the asking. As I got older, it was clear they didn’t care how I had my fun or who I fucked. Money could always fix any scandal. As long as it didn’t affect the bottom line of the company and I served the business, I was praised.
But I never understood how they could sleep. I would see it all in my nightmares. The charred bodies from our bombs, the starving children after our mercenaries burned the crops, the sheer despair we built our Empire on was suffocating.
And for what? Money? We had more than a thousand men could spend in their entire lifetimes. Still, it was never enough for them. They traded away their souls and became monsters. And I… I was a monster, too. I was the fucking best at it. My leadership led us to record sales year after year. I had talent, drive, and intelligence. Hell, I was fucking bred for it.
I led investor summits and juiced those suckers dry. I had met with Congressmen, trading money or well-hidden secrets for their loyalty. Sometimes I would need to spread my legs to make sure we secured the government contracts. My father knew, and he was so fucking proud. I was named his successor.
Secretly, I had no stomach for it.
Every single fucking day when I turned on the news, I saw the fruits of our labors. Starvation campaigns by brutal dictators we financed. Mountains of bodies. The homeless veteran with his leg blown off, begging for change outside of our building. My father told me to look away, think of them as cattle.
I tried fucking away my problems; I could have any man or woman I wanted. That kept me satisfied for a short while. But the weight just grew. So I turned to drinking. Drugs. Anything to numb me. Soon, nothing worked.
So I had a meltdown. I told my Father I loved him, but I couldn’t run this company.
Then the prick told me I was dead to him. Cut me off, disowned me. My older brother soon took my place as the favorite. I didn’t take it well.
I called him the morning I met Kitten, told him what I planned on ending it all. He suggested throwing myself off a bridge where no one would find me. He stated that he didn’t care to deal with my body.
So the drugs were my last act of defiance. I planned on leaving his name and number on the nightstand of the seedy motel. I wanted my father to come and identify my rotting corpse himself, thinking he would be destroyed by it. I realize now how naive that was; he wouldn’t have cared. Probably wouldn’t have even shown up.
But then… Kitten.
Kitten, it had to be fate. What were the odds of her walking into that same shitty hole-in-the-wall? And my suicide plan was unknowingly derailed. My dealer was picked up by the police on his way to the bar. If I lived that night a million times, would the strange series of events that led to her sadly drinking right in front of me ever happen again?
I watched her. Enchanted by the way her despair reflected of my own. The pain dripped off her.
And so I thought to myself, maybe I could make this pretty little thing smile before I died. That might be something nice to think about as I closed my eyes for the last time. I decided to buy her a drink while I waited and see what was troubling her.
We talked.
I found her innocence charming. And I found the dirty little beast locked inside of her intriguing. I wanted to let it out and see what sort of dark desires this darling little child was capable of.
So I abandoned my plan and decided to instead seduce her.
It was a fucked up seduction. Borderline criminal, really. I did my best to scare her. To make her ask me to stop. I wanted to see where she would draw the line. And with a guilty smile on her cute little face, she enjoyed every minute of it. I used her. I let strange men fuck her. I was vicious and cruel. And she smiled.
That smile saved me. She looked at me with utter bliss and devotion. Real love and gratitude. Kitten tells people I saved her life. The truth is, we saved each other. She needed someone to accept her as she was, to let her grow and nurture her. And I needed someone to convince me that I deserved true love.
“M-mistress! Don’t let them… NO!” She clawed at the floor as two men dragged her back on the stage. They were tying her hands behind her back against the pole.
“Boys, Kitten doesn’t seem to be enjoying herself. Stuff her mouth so I don’t have to hear the complaints.”
She smiled at me. That smile that saved me…
How much longer would I be able to hold onto it?
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Kitten
I love havin’ a train go at my mouth. Lost track of the order of things, but it seemed like I had at least five fellas forming a loose line around me gettin’ ready to pump a load on my face.
Wished the guy who tied my hands knew what the fuck he was doin’. I could have slipped those knots in seconds. I faked helplessness a lot at these parties. Customers are customers, not fuck buddies. They didn’t have to be good at it, just follow the rules and bring a lot of money.
When Mistress sets me up with proper gang bangs, people know what the fuck they are doing. I’m strapped down proper. No fucking two-pump chumps. A curated list of the most degenerate fucks we knew. I’m lookin’ forward to Wolf to joinin’ one. I’d like Red there, but I don’t think gang bangs are up her alley.
I was suckin’ off the first fella, who was splatterin’ cum across my face almost immediately. Next guy practically hip checked him out of the way. He lasted a little longer, not shy to get another man’s cum on his cock. He certainly was better than the last guy, and we quickly hit a nice pattern of him thrusting his cock into my throat and letting me suck and pull my head back till only the tip was between my lips.
He pulled out in time to make sure to blow an admittedly impressive load over my mug. I licked my lips and looked up at him. Wasn’t too bad, maybe worth rememberin’? Then I saw his ugly ass, twisted face. He was winded and sweatin’.
Never mind. Sometimes it’s best to just keep concentratin’ on the cocks and not what they’re attached to.
I worked my way through the line, they were all followin’ suit and soakin’ my face with their jizz. The slurry of man juice was runnin’ down my neck. Started gettin’ really same same and borin’.
“Untie her, why hasn’t anyone fucked her in the ass?!” Mistress winked at me. Oh, my sweet goddess. She always knew exactly what I needed. But… it was still there.
Why was she sad?
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M
What makes a good Dom? There are so very few.
There are many… adequate Doms. And they will give you a thrill, though it will be surface level pleasure. They’ll whisper exciting words and look amazing in latex. And they may tie you up. At least they’ll tie your body… But a great Dom, they know the truth of it.
You see, you’re already tied up. It’s nothing to be insecure about. Everyone is. Invisible chains are snaked around us. When you’re young, they are forged link by link.
A disappointed teacher at school. Clink.
A hellfire sermon at church. Clink.
Parents lecturing you on a morality they can’t even abide by themselves. Clink.
The chain weighs you down, making you small and boring. And that’s not the worst of it.
No, what’s truly insidious is how they teach you to shame yourself. You’ll hide away what excites you for fear of what others will think of you. Even if you leave everyone behind, you’re still crushing yourself with fresh, new links.
And a true Dom can find those bindings. They are far more constrictive than anything you can do to a person with ropes and knots. And they will pull at them, help you untangle yourself. It’s not ever easy, I have forced Kitten to endure so much pain. The shame she carried almost broke her.
But the goal has always been her freedom, not pleasure. I have guided her through landmines of trauma. It not always been fun and games. I’ve held her as she’s cried herself asleep on more nights than I can count. But she’s through the worst of it. She can do the rest on her own.
If you don’t understand that the goal is to liberate your submissive, you’ll never be anything more than a two-bit hooker with a whip.
And… I’m the last chain Kitten wears. She’s not serving me out of her own need, she’s bound to the obligation of mine. Kitten is giving me what she thinks I want.
An outsider may think all we have is a gaudy show of power and sex. Nothing more than rough rutting, loud moans, and dripping fluids. That the only goal is to get off.
No, I want her happiness. Her sublime, unadulterated happiness. And until she stops looking to me to create it, she’ll still be a prisoner.
How will I ever tell her that she needs to leave me?
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Kitten
So I think to myself, ‘Watch this, Mistress. I’m really gonna get them goin’!’ And then I really started workin’ them over.
I screamed, “I’m not ready yet!” Strugglin even as they had untied me. One fella had just fucked my ass, and the next guy was followin’ suit. The thing about orgies is they go quickly for a while. One person to the next. They come in all worked up and blow a quick load, or maybe I lick a cunt for a bit, and people bubble right over.
Then you start gettin’ people makin’ their second pass. Or they come in from other clients and decide to drop another wod of dough to fuck me like I was the cherry on their evenin’s sundae. That’s when it starts slowin’ down.
The fella who queued up to take a pass at my ass was my first repeat. He had fucked my mouth an hour ago. “Remember me, Princess?”
I shook my head and clenched my eyes shut. I started pretendin’ like I was retching. Like I was rememberin’ the sight of him like he was some traumatic memory. Some of these guys, like feelin’ disgusting. Really, the mole on his cock was the only memorable thing about him. There were a few stand outs in this crowd. This guy really wasn’t one. Not in terms of performance anyway. In terms of cash, he was one of the whales. So I was obligated to give him a thrill. “M-mistress! Help me!”
I was startin’ to break from the Princess act. I think most of the folks had enjoyed the roleplay, but it was just down to the fuckin’ now, and I was lettin’ that character drip away.
I was feelin’ good, getting into the groove. Every eye was drinkin’ me in. Every cock that could still get hard longed for my touch. Even the straight wives dragged along were becoming enchanted by my innocent girl act. Fuck it makes me feel powerful.
“Mistress, please!” And the thing none of the clients ever really understood was that I was the one in control. I could break them with my safety word. I could walk out that door and leave them all empty and destroyed. One of Mistress’ first lessons was how to take charge from the bottom.
“Clifton, my little girl is asking for mercy.” She ran her fingers over my scratch along her eye. “Are you really going to let her have it?”
Fuck, I love her so much. When you’ve been with someone for a while, you start to develop a sort of unique language. Some things we don’t do on purpose, like how I can see Mistress is all depressed for some reason by the way she’s lookin’ at me. But she wants somethin’ from me. She doesn’t need words to communicate, it can be tone and gesture. The way she smiles or frowns, subtle winks and nods. And I can tell what she wants from me.
Mistress is never satisfied. Not with affection. Certainly never with sex. And money? It don’t mean shit to her, really.
I mean, it’s the takin’ she likes. That gets her real, real fuckin’ wet. I knew we’ve already pulled in a record hull tonight, could damn near smell her arousal in the air. You want me to bleeds these ol’ fuckin’ husks dry? You got it, Mistress! I squeeze em’ for every last red fuckin’ cent!
I was floating, getting sucked and fucked and slapped and manhandled. Havin’ myself a great time. But it’s time to be a professional about this and focus! Use everythin’ I know. Such as how Clifton married the ex-wife of…
“Morty!” I begged the man impishly hangin’ around the edges of the crowd. He was an older guy, but viciously jealous. “You gonna let this small cocked bitch fuck another ass that belongs to you?”
Called him out in front of his friends, didn’t really leave him a choice. He growled at me and made a gesture to Juniper. She called out, “Mr. Clifton, you are being bought out for the evening.”
He sneered down at me and slapped my ass. “I don’t think so!” He gestured to June and then we had ourselves a biddin’ war. Money began gettin’ absurd. Soon they started gettin’ in each other’s face, both with their pants down, fightin’ for the right to fuck me. Their erect cocks were bumpin’ together. Juniper tensed up like a jungle cat ready had to stomp em’ both if this got physical instead of financial.
That’s what’s fun about these old cranks. They see each other everyday, pretending to be civil. They go to fundraisers together. Business meetings, fancy dinners… pretendin’ they are just the best fuckin’ chums!
But the truth of it is there’s nothin’ they hate more in this world than one another. And this was an opportunity for them to get primal and settle grudges. Get straight to the point and slam their dicks down and see who wins! But on the only terms these fuckers really understands. Cash.
Seemed like Morty was more willin’ to flex his bankroll, and Clifton wilted out of the room. Mistress smirked and nodded to me. It’s nights like this where I can shine for her, and I’m on cloud nine!
“Oh!” So caught up with Mistress, I wasn’t ready for Morty slipping his dick in my sticky asshole. “Aw fuck, go easy on me! You’re so big! Feels like you’re tearin’ me open!” Not really, but when they drop that much scratch for a go at my bum, it’s customary to fluff up their ego.
“Too bad, bitch. I just bought this asshole, and I’m going to rip you apart.”
Promises, promises. Truth of the matter is most of these rich pricks couldn’t fuck their way out of a sack.
I gave him an innocent little squeak and a pout. Screamed a little bit and he came after a few pumps.
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M
Where do we go from here? What’s the next step? Kitten always thinks I have a master plan. I have a destination in mind. But the plan? Largely, I’m playing it by ear. New information to account for, new people, fun new games to distract myself with.
Red and Wolf, for example. Kitten has grown stagnant in her worship of me. She had stopped growing, content to be owned. Content to wear a shackle her entire life so long as it bound her to me. Now, some interesting new toys came along to shake us both up.
Wolf… not many people surprise me. I thought he was going to be so… common. Kitten saw it in him before I did. Probably sometime when he was eye humping her on the bus during their morning commute, she knew he was a proper pervert. Or maybe she just saw the reflection of herself.
So willing, so wanting to please. And a deviant, a completely sick individual with horrifying fantasies he never dreamed share till he met Kitten. He was shameful and pitiful. Wearing the mask, denying himself. Now, he’s hit the ground running, but he’ll get himself in trouble without guidance. I believe Kitten needs him to grow. She needs someone to nurture and care for. She wants to be the one to teach him. My girl has never taken such initiative.
And my sweet Red, she offers us both what I began to lose… perspective. Spend too much time with the pigs, you begin to smell like them. Act like them. We’ve gotten comfortable in our wealth and had lost our edge.
Red is fury, anger, indignation against a system designed to beat women like her down. Humiliate them until everything that’s unique and beautiful is chipped away so they can neatly fit in, like a redundant cog in a massive machine.
She reminds me of how I felt when I started this business with nothing more than Kitten and outrage. I want to stoke Red’s coals. I want fan the flames and let her burn the world down around her!
Just like I did.
It started with one plan: to destroy my Father’s reputation. Oh, my death would have meant nothing to him if I had gone through with it. But his family blood, his former successor whoring herself out? Using his family name in the most slanderous of businesses? Oh, that could destroy him. That anger inside Red, that pure hatred… I almost forgot how alive it made me feel.
Travis was the one man my father despised above all others. A rival blood merchant who regularly bid against my father. They buddied up often enough when it came to buying Senators or paying off judges, but Father seethed about him in private. I won’t lie to myself and say siding with him was any more moral than working for my Father. But this was about settling a grudge, not about feeling righteous.
I hated what Father had made me. The blood on my hands was mine, I won’t deny my part in any of it. But he’s the one who pushed me to treat human lives like commodities. To kill for money. It will forever weigh on my soul, and I’m far too petty to just let that go. I wanted my Father to suffer.
Revenge wasn’t fucking cheap. And not just money, I needed connections. Travis could provide the bankroll and the access I needed. We signed an irregular contract. He would purchase the house and bring the clients. Any financial support my business venture needed, he provided. He even provided an accountant to me, a young talent with knowledge and ambition. Though their proclivities ostracized her in the chest puffing hyper-masculinized world of war machinery, they became a godsend to me.
Juniper turned out to be more valuable than the starting capital. I allowed her to blossom and be herself. She masterfully kept my books, greased the right palms, and found and vetted new clients. I may be the captain of this ship, but lovely Juniper is the ship.
She also has a tendency to bankrupt an occasional patron. My most memorable fuck session with her was when I rode that nice cock of hers while watching one of our clients being led away in handcuffs on the news. Her handiwork, no doubt. Juniper is always so reserved and private. It’s a rare treat to see her in the grips of unbridled pleasure.
Still, I pretend like I don’t know what’s happening. It’s part of our strange dance. I pretend like I don’t know she’s doing it. It gives me plausible deniability and she is smart and patient enough to make sure her actions are never traced back to us. I might open a vein of our clients to steal some blood, but Juniper will rip their throats out. An avenging angel who topples monsters and giants.
So it seems that Travis had given me everything I asked for, but it certainly wasn’t generosity. I paid a price.
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Kitten
Lots of these older broads have serious unaddressed mental issues. They liked abusin’ me. And I don’t mean the kind of way that they fellas do. Some of em’, like Cathy earlier, are here to let loose and enjoy themselves. But the ladies havin’ a go at me now were here cause they want to cause pain.
Now don’t get me wrong, the men are creepy enough. But I understand what’s drivin’ them. They want to get off, blow cum everywhere, and even if they have fucked up tastes its just about power and sex. Juniper normally does a good job of screenin’ out the violent fellas.
But the wives that come with them? They hurt me for the sake of hurtin’. I have theories about it. Only have a few girls coming here solo and I ain’t ever had an issue with them. But rich people shit is generally an old boy’s club. The old brides are an aged accessory, somethin’ to wear on their arm that’s lost its shine. Bitter, twisted accessories who got pissed how their meal tickets are losin’ interest in them. I think I make them feel like miserable, dried up ol’ cunts. Which, to be perfectly fair, that’s exactly what they are.
“AHHHH! M-m-mercy!” The screams were genuine. There were three of them who blocked out fifteen minutes of my time. The eldest bitch twistin’ my nipples had taken charge. The other two were holdin’ my arms behind my back and smearing the cum over my face respectively. And that bitch kept crankin’ my tits like she was tryin’ to twist them upside-down. “Ow! Mmfff. Please, y-you’re hurtin’ me!”
“Fat little beast! You’re so ugly I don’t even see why my husband bothers with you!” Her twisted face curled into what I assume was as close to a smile as her botox-filled lips could manage. “Apologize for being so fucking ugly!”
This is what I mean. This wasn’t about gettin’ off. They were just hateful. Once these old bags realize no one wants em’ around, they turn sour.
The one behind me twisted my arm. I squirmed and pretended like it hurt more than it did. “Dirty little animal! This bitch should be locked away in the zoo!”
It was draggin’ down the mood of the evening. These skinny old terrors were geriatric. I could probably lay all three out with one good punch. I looked toward my Mistress who impatiently rapped her fingers along the wooden armrest. She seemed as tired with their dumb little game as I was.
“We should take her to the kennel; she belongs with the bitches there!”
That’s when they pushed it too far.
The one smearin’ my face pulled her hand back. Mistress was on her feet before the blow even landed. I wasn’t hit terribly hard, but it was in a bad spot. The wrinkled hand cupped the side of my head and boxed my ear. I yelped, not the inflected squeals they were payin’ for. There was a sudden ringing, and I lost my balance in a wave of vertigo pulsatin’ out from the side of my head was makin’ my stomach churn.
Oh, that old cunt had fucked up. Mistress did not like that.
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M
My Kitten!
Sliding aside the small panel hidden in the side of my throne, my fingers gripped a handle without thinking. By the time the red haze of rage subsided enough to really control my actions, I was holding Mrs. Lipschitz by the hair and had a knife pressed against her shriveled, fleshy neck.
“You are new, Mrs. Lipschitz. I will extend you the courtesy of one warning. You will never be afforded another.” The old bitch stood perfectly still, eyes wide in disbelief. The rich live without boundaries. Sex workers are especially seen as disposable as the paper they wipe their asses with. In their world, money can trump any rule or law. Consequences aren’t something they understand.
“That is MY Kitten,” I growled into her wrinkled ear. This one could have seriously injured my little girl. I would need to make an example of her. “I will not tolerate such disrespect to my property!”
“I-I-I p-paid for…”
“She is not yours. You have paid for her time, but she is still a person. And more than that, she is MY person, Mrs. Lipschitz. Kitten is not just my number one earner. She is my favorite toy. She is the love of my life. You have paid for the privilege of using her. But there are limits. There are ALWAYS limits. Everyone here knows Kitten is to be returned undamaged. And I don’t like the sort of games you play with her. Kitten is no longer available to you three crones. Ever.” I pushed the knife flat against her neck, wanting to make sure the cold steel made my point perfectly clear. “Kitten. Is. MINE!”
You could hear a pin drop. More accurately, the sound of the old broad pissing herself. The wet hiss as her bladder let loose was soon followed by the dripping as it sloshed out of her underwear. Stinking dark urine ran down her leg, and she looked to her husband and began to sob.
“Mr. Lipchitz, fetch a towel. Clean up your wife’s mess. You two have had enough fun for tonight.” I let go of the old woman, and she collapsed to the ground in a heap of pitiful sobs.
I walked over to my sweet Kitten, swooning like a young maiden being rescued by a dashing hero. I grabbed her by the neck and turned her head to the side, examining her ear. It was reddened, but there was no swelling or signs of greater damage. I whispered to her, “Are you alright, my love?”
“Yes, Mistress.” My little girl blushed and smiled. Ear to ear, true joy. I know she didn’t mind being roughed up and bloodied. That’s what worries me about her. I have to draw the lines that Kitten won’t. If Lipschitz didn’t have weak, pampered arms, she might have given her a cauliflower ear or ruptured her eardrum.
“Do you wish to continue?”
“Please, Mistress!” She looked up at me valiantly, but spoke in a faint and breathy. “I haven’t finished serving you. I want to be your perfect little slut.”
I leaned in, kissing her as she whimpered in gratitude.
“Little Kitten, you always are.” I nodded and turned to the silent crowd. “It’s been a while since I’ve needed to establish this fact, but I’ll remind all of you that I entertain only a select few clients. Wonderful people like yourselves, whom I deem worthy of the greatest pleasures money can buy. You know it’s worth it. You’re all so willing to open your fucking wallets and hemorrhage money upon my command. So let this be a reminder: This house has decorum! It has rules!” I pointed my knife toward the sobbing old bint. “My rules!”
Juniper lifted her radio and called to have their car readied before handing the husband a towel. He did as I instructed, cleaning up after her and taking her away. I’ll deal with them personally another day.
I was tired, more emotional than I like to show. Respect was important. I had earned it.
For one year, I was at Travis’ beck and call. Any of my benefactor’s filthy desires or disgusting impulses were satisfied without restriction. I didn’t like the way he played. He chose roles I found unsavory. He was all violence without charm. Brutish and selfish. A true, unbridled sadist.
Most of what he enjoyed was far too despicable for me to even mention. Sometimes, when he was done with me, I would politely excuse myself so that I might vomit in the bathroom. He was the only man I sold myself to whom I did not enjoy on some level. I hated every moment with him. But he was the devil I made my deal with.
Travis would keep trophies. Photos and videos of what he did. Dirty sheets, clippings of my hair. In exchange, he left teeth marks and abrasions. He enjoyed looking at the many colors of bruises he would leave. Dark green was his favorite.
I never stopped him. He allowed me one grace; he never marked my face. It allowed me the dignity to hide it from Kitten. When I came home to her, I would lie and say I had fun. I didn’t want to model taking a job like that. I never wanted her to feel like Travis made me feel.
The only thing that made it bearable was knowing I would soon have my freedom. Not from Travis, I could have tolerated that sickness for years. But the guilt I feel from working for my family will never go away. And I would sleep a whole lot fucking better if I knew the man who put the shame inside me was made to suffer.
Near the end of the year, I planned my first party. I had operated anonymously up until this point. Sex parties and orgies are common enough in the upper echelons of power. Father saw the guest list and was eager to attend, likely as interested in engorging his pocketbook as his cock. There’s no better place for business networking than a fuck pile, as he would say.
It was the only party I ever refused to let Kitten attend. I told her it was to meet potential investors, that I wanted to bring her for our official debut. The truth of it was, I didn’t want her to see me lower myself.
The floor show was simple. I dressed in a frilly baby doll dress and played with dolls on the stage. I remember seeing the look on Father’s face when the lights came up. I had to hold onto his horror. It was the only thing that would get me through the evening.
Travis stood up from the crowd and walked on-stage. He asked me where my Daddy was. I pointed at my Father. He asked me if I loved him. I said not anymore. Then Travis told me he would be my new Daddy.
My father could have left the room. He didn’t. He watched as Travis carnally indulged on his daughter in his savage fashion. His former heir apparent had given up his kingdom, choosing to be his enemy’s dirty whore. Father stayed in his seat, Travis paraded his closest allies onto the stage to take me, sometimes three or four at a time.
From the beginning.
Hour after brutal hour.
Till the very end when they left me broken on stage.
Father sat in his seat and watched. Too stubborn, too proud to walk away. That would have been admitting I won.
Travis spent more time watching my father than me. He had gotten his money’s worth. When he had finished with me, he walked over to my father. Asked if he wanted a go at my oozing cunt. My father rose to his feet and punched Travis in the face. Finally, he had snapped. He looked at me one last time. There were tears in his eyes, but I knew that monster far too well. They weren’t for me. He wept only for himself.
Father retired a week later. Travis soon bought out his company and dismantled everything my father built and sold off the scraps below market value. In his own sick way, I believe that was Travis’ only real sign of affection toward me was erasing my Father’s legacy.
That was the last time I saw either of them.
When woke up in the morning, Juniper brought me the deed to the house, signed over to me. It was mine. My house. My rules. And I would never lower myself again.
From that morning on, I was Mistress. I would answer to no one.
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Kitten
After Mistress pulled the knife, people got boringly gentle. Mumbling their threats as if they were askin’ for permission, gently makin’ sure I was comfortable as they carefully fucked me. Even still, it felt like I was floatin’ on joy.
There’s somethin’ really beautiful about having someone special threatnin’ to cut a bitch for ya! Oh fuck, I felt absolutely wrapped in her love!
Mistress, my Goddess. Mistress! She really isn’t the kind of lady who regularly drowns ya in ‘I love you’s and pretty and gentle words. That sort of shit never did much for me anyway. But she was the first person willing to fight for me, to protect me. She’s the reason I can do what I do, to allow my lines of consent to blur and let my darkest urges and most horrific fantasies bleed into real life. Because Mistress is here to pull me back. Because she’ll always be here to watch over me.
So that’s why the least I could do was liven this up for her!
I called out, “Juniper! I want my gear!” I was between clients, and it had started to come to a crawl. Seemed like it was wrappin’ up. But not if I could help it! “I want my ears!”
They parted for June to walk on through like she was carryin’ a holy relic. And she handed me an immaculately carved rosewood box. A different Kitten was in that box. I stop feelin’ human when I’ve got my ears on. Somethin’ better. Somethin’ part animal. I clipped the black cat ear snugly against my scalp. They were the good kind, ones you could pull and they wouldn’t budge.
And my tail. It was a belt that strapped tightly around my waist. Also gave people somethin’ to hold onto. They were gonna need it.
Finally, I removed my cloudy, cum coated glasses for a fresh set. Fella’s love a fresh canvas to paint on.
I stopped bein’ passive. Took control of the weak-minded bourgeoisie clients I had and decided to give my Mistress a fuckin’ show! “What’s the matter, you limp dicked fuckers? You done already? Gonna go home with your sad little pricks and your wrinkly old cunts and cuddle yourselves to sleep? OR ARE YOU GONNA FUCK THE SLUTTY LITTLE KITTEN TILL SHE BREAKS?!”
Watch me, Mistress! Watch how beautiful I can be! I grabbed the next fella and pulled him to the ground. He squirt me full of cum right when I mounted him, but stayed hard enough so I started grindin’. Oh fuck, the look in his eyes. He was terrified and in paradise at the same time. Heaven and hell, Mistress! I can give em’ both for ya!
“I’ve got more fuckin’ holes, don’t I? You, next up in the comb-over. Stop standin’ there like a wallflower and shove it in my ass!” I scanned the room lookin’ for the sexy mature redhead who watched her husband get sucked off earlier. Pretty lady. I could see the hunger in her eyes, but she was too timid to do anythin’ about it. I stopped waitin’ for her to act on it and pointed at her. “YOU!”
“M-me?” Her eyes went wide and she stepped back as I felt Comb-over kneeling behind me and positionin’ himself.
“Yeah, you’re really cute. Been hungry for your pussy all night! Now stop bein’ shy. Come over here and rub your bush in this bad little Kitten’s face.” I licked my lips and shook my tail. A cock was pushed hard into my ass as I felt his cold hands dig under my belt. I snarled and shouted, “I’m not done yet! I’m not fuckin’ satisfied! Far from it! And by fuckin’ God I’m gonna show you fucks how to have an orgy worth havin’! AH! FUCK! That’s it! I’ll take no less than two cocks in me at once! Pop more Viagra, Boys. You’ve got some work ahead of ya!”
The redhead timidly lifted her dress. Her bushfire was more glorious than I could have hoped for. When was the last time she trimmed? And that sinful must! My mouth was waterin’. I reached my hands up and wrapped them around her round ass. Before I pulled her in to bury my face into that curly jungle I looked to my Mistress.
She had spread her legs wide apart. Showing me that perfect, perfect cunt. She ran her finger up and down that immaculately trimmed strip of soft hair that crowned her glory. She was grinnin’ so much!
I pleased her!
I pleased my Mistress!
I could see her curlin’ her finger, and leaned forward to devour the snatch in front of me while listenin’ to Mistress’ growl of pleasure.
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M
Kitten is such a good girl. Before her, I always got so bored with my toys.
Someone would intrigue me. I had my fun. And then… disappointment. Their desires became predictable and they lost all charm for me. I was done with them and ready to move on.
Kitten didn’t disappoint. She could always surprise me with her sheer enthusiasm. And the dexterity of the girl? She was being bounced, fucked from both ends, jerking off a forth person, and playing with her tits with her other hand. She could be so innocent and pure while being grotesquely deviant at the same time.
And she was the only one who could embarrass me like this! I was pleasuring myself in public. Why, normally such a sight is a reserved privilege for a select few. But Kitten’s insane libido could be quite infectious.
Oh, I will have to punish Kitten for doing this to me. I try to maintain a certain level of poise and restraint in front of our paying guests. Yet with Kitten’s vulgar display, I simply had to let loose. I sank my finger into myself, the tips of my fingers pushing and dragging myself in all the places that did it for me best. No teasing, I just needed bliss. I was dripping and sloppy, the telltale squelching of abandoned inhibitions echoed through the room.
Some ofmy loyal admirers were watching me instead of my girl’s display. Kitten, you naughty girl. How dare you make me like this? I growled at my onlookers, “Boys, you are looking at your Mistress in a way that makes me feel that I should be getting paid. Mmmm, Juniper!”
“Yes, Director?” The deep, powerful chords of Juniper’s voice. It was so sexy. Fuck, I’m going to need that cock of hers. She’ll not deny me after all we’re raking in this evening.
She’s the only person who can truly tell me ‘No’. Oh, how I need her. The linchpin of my life. Her mind is so quick, her reasoning so sound. She is grounded to the earth by pure fact and reason. She was everything I wasn’t.
“Name the price, I am too… Mmmmm…. I’m too occupied to think clearly.” I added another finger to my cauldron. No one can fuck you quite like you. And I made a lot of fucking money giving pleasure. Imagine what I can do for myself!
Juniper did something I had not seen her do before. She… giggled? She was absolutely giddy. “S-sorry Director. Esteemed guests, if you look at your Mistress from her on out, you are paying.” She named a commanding price, and my loyal followers paid to indulge. Juniper was beaming, smiling!
Fuck. I’ve never seen Juniper this happy. How much money have we made tonight? And how much more could I squeeze from these wretched curs? I was getting so wet at the thought.
Well, if someone pays, I do always make it worth their while.
I spread my legs wide apart and slid my ass forward. Pressing my toes into the ground, I raised my knees up higher and treated myself to nice, deep penetration as I watched my little girl work. Kitten lapped at the cunt in front of her, then men in her ass and cunt spewed their seed practically at the same time.
“MORE! Give me more!” The cock in her hand blew next, spraying the side of her hair. The gloppy cum dripped from her cat ear as she lifted her ass in the air and crawled off Mr. Conroy, who was quite spent. Miss Conroy, his new wife, coincidentally was the woman who’s vagina Kitten had her tongue plunged in. She howled in pleasure and clenched her fists into my Kitten’s hair as she came.
Miss Conroy’s face turned such a silly shade of red. Everyone is always embarrassed the first time they cum in front of a crowd. I mean, I wasn’t. But most people are. Kitten probably could smell the cherry on her; she loved being people’s first for a new experience. She winked at me, watching me coax myself to cum with her. She was fighting against it, her eyes were rolling back into her head, and she bit her lip.
My body clenched as Kitten looked at me with such reckless euphoria as she grabbed the closest dick and pulled it between her tits. “Mistress! I’m such a good girl, aren’t I? Keep cummin’, Mistress! Cum for your little girl! Cum for your favorite piece of fuck meat!”
How could I deny such vulgarity? My pussy tightened and clenched around my fingers as I felt the rumble of unstoppable moans being torn out of me. I was like a beast, and all those eyes, watching me desperately! Kitten, how could you do this to your Mommy? I stroked the scratches on my cheek and let my body relax as I slowed my fingers to a gentle, coaxing rhythm.
“That’s right, Mistress! I’ll do anything to make you happy! I’m yours, all yours! I’m…”
Kitten’s attention suddenly shifted to the door. Then I heard a strange stirring from down the hall. Angry and scornful shouting disturbed the serene sensation of gratification coursing through my veins.
That voice, it was Wolf.
“Hurry up, Mary! You want to see your lover? Your precious little Kitten? I’ll show you what I’ve done to her! And if you truly love her, you’ll be my dirty whore too!”
Wolf’s first paid job had taken an interesting turn, it seems.
Young man, you continue to surprise me.
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Kitten
What in the name of fuck was Wolf doin’? Couple hours ago, Mary was leadin’ Wolf away so she could smack him around some. Now he’s draggin’ her around by a literal leash! Heh, what did they get up to? Seemed like they were havin’ a lot more fun than I had with Mary in a long time.
Good for them!
“K-Kitten! No! Look what he’s done to you!” Mary struggled against the collar around her neck and lunged toward me. She reached her hand out as Wolf reared her back in.
Why the hell not? I’m game! I grasped my hand toward her dramatically, then turned away cryin’, “Mary? Mary! Don’t look at me! I don’t want you to see me like this!” She liked it when you hammed it up. Didn’t quite understand the game yet, but I’m pretty good at pickin’ that sort of thing up.
Wolf yanked the leashed and pulled her against him. Pawin’ at her tits from over her dirty gown. The other guests watched with keen interest as Mary wiggled in his grip. “No, no, no! I told you, little girl! I’ll never let Kitten go. And if you love her and want to be with her, you’re going to do exactly what I tell you.”
She looked at me, tears welling in her eyes and a tiny smile on her lips givin’ away that she was havin’ a hell of a time! “Yes, Sir. Please… teach me…” Mary looked back toward Wolf with this cute look of desperation. I like Mary, I really do! But our sessions had gotten into a rut, felt like we both were goin’ through the motions. It’s why I’ve been avoidin’ her as a client lately.
When she reached back and held Wolf’s head as he plunged his tongue into her mouth and started rubbing her between her legs, she shuddered in pleasure. Wolf had figured somethin’ out with her that I had missed. He got her to move her along to somethin’ new.
He’s doin’ good, but he’s still riddled with self hate. Night’s like tonight are gonna make him feel amazing, but I better keep an eye on him. He’s gonna crash back hard. That shame his hardest after you come down from a high. I want to teach him how to let go and enjoy himself. Like Mistress had done to me. And he’s already doin’ so amazing! Hadn’t even fucked an ass till a few weeks ago. And now, look at him! I was so proud. Even Mistress looked a bit dumbfounded as he presented Mary to her.
“Mistress, I have a new whore for sale. Mary here wants to learn what it’s like to live as Kitten does. She needs to know what it’s like to be used and passed around. Mary’s been primed with the extra-strength Spanish Fly I’ve been giving Kitten. Now she’s nothing more than a sloppy little hooker in need of a client!”
Ha! What did he say? Spanish fly? What a nut! I was gonna have to tell me all about this later! He handed her leash over to Mistress and slapped Mary’s ass before whisperin’ something to her. She bit her lip and stared back at me as I began workin’ the cock that was jammed up my ass. Mary looked so nervous, but excited. Pretty for a paying client, too. I want Wolf to get me in this game sometime soon!
Just about then that pecker I was squeezin’ between my girls erupted a volcano of spunk all over my chest. Realized I was losin’ focus. I had clients of my own! I moaned and let the fella rub his cum into my drippin’ knockers.
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M
I pulled Mary in close and examined her face. Though I doubted there was much more than fantasy in play, I wanted to be sure before I sold her off. She wilted under my gaze; that happens often enough. I looked through her false tears and obvious mortification. I needed to see two things before I let this continue.
Pleasure.
Consent.
She showed all the physical signs of arousal. Pert nipples poking through her dress. Flush cheeks. The inside of her thighs was wet and sticky. Wolf had enjoyed her already. She looked back at him nervously and grinned. She had liked whatever he’s done so far. “Are you ready to be sold off, Little Bird? There are some fat cats here who would love to gobble you up.”
“P-p-please, Mistress. Sir is teaching me how to show Kitten that I really love her. He says this is the only way.” She bit her lip. Mary was a better actor than Kitten, but that’s not saying much. She was fighting a smile. “I’ll do whatever I’m told. Promise.”
I had never really felt like playing with this girl before. But she suddenly seemed a lot more interesting. Wolf had a lot of promise as a brat tamer. Maybe I would keep his toy around after the party and play with her myself if she doesn’t need to return too quickly.
“Juniper, you heard the girl. Find this whore some work.” Mary wanted to play the whore, but really she was a businesswoman, a damn good one. She came with connections and power. She also had a lot of enemies. I didn’t care who bought her, I just knew she would fetch a good price.
I gestured to Wolf with my finger, beckoning him to come close as Juniper started the auction. I pulled him in by his collar and in a hushed tone, I praised him. “Good boy. You’ve made your Mistress proud. Now go fuck Kitten’s mouth. You’ve earned a treat.”
They will be good for each other. They matched each other’s energy. Kitten was beaming as he grabbed her by the ears and thrust his cock into her throat. They will be spending a lot of time together, that’s for certain.
I should let her concentrate on Wolf. Maybe that’s how I’ll let her go.
I… I need to let Kitten go. It’s what’s best for her. Tomorrow. I’ll tell her tomorrow. It will be hard on her, but she needs it.
Then I will turn my attentions to Red.
Red, I need her to teach me to feel it again. Angry. Defiant. The little woman crackled with rage. I may have done something quite silly and fallen in love with her when she danced for me. I am enchanted.
I want to delight her. I want to anger her. I want to hurt her. I want her to hurt me. I have butterflies in my stomach just thinking of it.
Red will be my successor.
Speak of the devil. Red practically kicked the door open and stomped toward me. She growled angrily and put her adorable little manicured red nail into my sternum. “Why the fuck did you keep me in that room and stop me from reading these fucking client dossiers?!” She threw Miss Colette’s file down at my feet. “Don’t you think there’s some important fucking information here that I could have prepared for?”
She looked so radiant in her red leather dominatrix outfit. The leather ballet ribbons were inspired. I’ll need to thank the Tailor. Perhaps I’ll let him take my measurements and let the old pervert have a grope. He earned it. “Did you have fun, Red?”
Her rage suddenly wavered as she thought of her latest client. “Well… yeah. But I embarrassed the fuck out of myself. It would have been nice to know about the wheelchair earlier.” She was blushing as she thought of Miss Colette. I knew they would get along. “So what the fuck is going on here?”
“Oh. Well, Kitten is putting on quite the fucked up gang bang. Then your former fiancée dragged his first paying customer up by a leash and somehow convinced her to be one of my hookers for the night. And now Kitten’s sucking him off as a reward to them both. That about brings you up to speed.”
“Huh. How about that.” Red was becoming distracted as her eyes locked on Wolf and Kitten. A sneer was building on her face. She was getting easier to read as I understood her better.
She thought Wolf was being too gentle, wanting to see my little girl’s skull fucked by her faithful pet. Red is still adjusting to her new perversions. We’ll need to fix that. I’ll enjoy coaxing those out and teaching her to embrace them fully. Like she was walking through a dream, Red floated over while unsheathing her belt.
“That all you fucking got? You know what I want to see! I want to see this bitch gagging!” She beat Wolf’s back. He grit his teeth and began slamming Kitten’s face with his hips.
And Kitten stopped looking at me. She was so happy with them…
Not even looking to me now…. She doesn’t need me…
…
…
Fuck.
Seeing those two acting as if they owned her. My blood boiled.
This isn’t me. This self-piteous little girl, whining about doing what’s right.
I’m the fucking Mistress of this place!
“ENOUGH! That little Kitten is mine!”
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Red
Mistress suddenly burst in hot, grabbing Wolf and me by our hair and pulling us off Kitten, who gagged and wretched as the cock was roughly drawn from her throat.
“You fuckers have another client. Get the fuck out of my sight.” She grabbed Kitten by the throat and pointed to the gaggle of stunned clients. “Find something else to amuse yourself. I’m reclaiming her!”
Fuck, I don’t know why, but I think we’re all in trouble.
Whole night has been unpredictable. Just like my earlier meeting with Miss Colette…
