A Night to Remember
Kit had been planning the evening's events for months, running different ideas through her head as well as getting the courage to actually carry out her well-laid plans. Tonight, she thought, Paul would not know what had hit him. She had spent the last two weeks secretly shopping for the few extra things she needed to make everything perfect.
Paul would be home from spending time with his family in less than an hour. He would be expecting to either crash in front of the TV, or would play on the Playstation for a few hours before bedtime. Kit grinned to herself. He would not have the chance to do either. Tonight she was going to make him her willing slave. For a brief second Kit wondered if he would play along but she put the thought out of her mind as she left the bathroom. She had been giggly, in a playfully evil way, all day.
She let the fluffy towel drop to the floor and looked down at her pale naked body. Already her nipples were erect and she could not resist gently rubbing each one in turn, which sent shivers directly to her pussy. Looking down further she was proud of her efforts in trimming her pubic hair so that none would be visible when she wore her pretty pink and black thong.
Her right hand strayed down to her stomach and as it reached its intended target she whispered to herself, 'Tonight you will be well satisfied.' She allowed herself a few teasing rubs up and down her pussy. God she was horny. Maybe the most difficult thing would not be controlling Paul but controlling herself.
Kit had already done her make-up, a bit more than usual, especially around her eyes, giving her a slightly harder look. She grasped her hair and combed it back into a ponytail before admiring the effect in the mirror, perfect. Now to get dressed.
She sat on the edge of the bed and carefully pulled on each sheer black hold-up stocking in turn, careful to make sure the seams were straight on the backs of her legs. They felt good on her newly shaved legs. Next she put on the thong, making sure that none of the straps were twisted. Kit looked at herself in the mirror. She could greet Paul dressed just like this. She put the thought to the back of her mind, it wasn't part of her plan.
When Paul had given her what he had called a corset, she wasn't sure about it. Upon closer inspection she realised it was a bustier, much softer and more delicate than the constricting material of a corset. She had now worn it twice and loved the way it gave her a real Hollywood cleavage. The material was semi-transparent on the bodice, though the black hid the freckles. The red and purple trim added to sexiness of it. Kit put it on. Admiring herself once again she made a couple of adjustments until she was happy.
The short tailored black skirt she had bought in secret worked well with the bustier making her look quite severe. The patent leather shoes with four and a half-inch heels completed the outfit. Kit was pleased at the effect and walked around the room glancing over her shoulder when she passed the mirror to see how she looked from behind.
She went to her underwear drawer and took out the velvet box. Inside was the jewellery for tonight's fun. The necklace she was particularly proud of finding. It was silver and instead of a heart or jewel had the word 'Bitch'. There would be no mistaking who was the boss, she thought. It felt cold against her skin. Simple silver stud earrings finished the effect. Now all she could do was to sit and wait.
Kit heard the unmistakable sound of Paul's car pull up outside. Her heart started to race, showtime. The key in the door almost sent her into a panic. It was too late to go back now.
'Fucking hell babe.' He never finished the sentence.
'Shut up and listen,' Kit snarled. 'Tonight you will do exactly as I tell you and if, and only if you are a good little boy, then maybe, just maybe I will let you near my hot and wet pussy. Is that understood?'
'Don't I at least get a kiss first?'
'This is your last warning. You may only speak when I say, otherwise I will make you take off your socks and will gag you with them. Now sit on the bed quietly while I decide what to do with you.'
Kit went into the bathroom to give Paul a while to think about things. It took all her willpower to wait two full minutes before going back into the bedroom.
'Stand up and go over there and face me,' Kit pointed to the far side of the room. 'Now I want you to do a slow strip for me until you are down to your boxer shorts.' She sat on the edge of the bed, legs slightly apart.
Paul looked at her. She was serious. For a split second he wanted to rush her and pin her to the bed but she had obviously made a real effort tonight. He would play her little game.
Kit found it almost comical as he tried to gyrate as he took off his England football shirt. She managed to suppress a smile and kept her stern expression. He kicked off his shoes and somehow managed to take off his socks. He almost fell over trying to take off his trousers but eventually he was standing in front of her in just his boxer shorts. Kit noticed the bulge in the front.
'What's going on down there? Are you looking up my skirt, trying to see what knickers I'm wearing?'
'No,' Paul said defiantly.
'I told you that you could only speak with permission and I don't remember giving it to you. Keep your thoughts to yourself. Now what shall I do with my disobedient slave.'
Kit reached under the bed and pulled out what looked like a leather strap.
'Now get on your hands and knees you pathetic creature.' Paul did as he was told. She got up from the bed and walked calmly over to him.
'If you want to be treated like an animal then you will be.'
On closer inspection Paul saw that the strap was a studded dog collar. With a minimum of fuss Kit fixed it around his neck, adjusting it so it was just uncomfortably tight. She then attached a heavy silver chain to it.
'Time for walkies,' she said in a high voice.
She yanked hard on the chain and walked across the room. Paul was forced to scrabble along on all fours, wincing and trying not to cry out as his knees rubbed on the coarse carpet. After doing several circuits of the room Kit stopped.
'Now just to make sure you will be obedient you will kiss my shoes.'
Paul knelt forward and planted a kiss on her left shoe followed by the right.
'There's a good boy, now lick them.' As Kit said this she placed a foot on his back and put enough weight to force him to lie flat on his stomach. He was dutifully licking the toe of her other foot. Just for good measure she put more pressure on his back until she could see the skin depress where her stiletto heel made contact.
'Oh dear, I seem to have left a lovely impression on your back,' Kit giggled as she took her foot off.
'Keep licking until I tell you to stop.'
She reached forward and stroked his head, telling him what a good boy he was. Without any warning she ran her nails up his spine causing him to arch his back and contract all his muscles.
'That's for telling me my nails are too long. Mmm, that should leave some nice red marks.' Then she did it again.
'Ok, that's enough.' She yanked the chain to force him to get back on all fours and half dragged him towards the bed.
'You may get on the bed.' Kit unhooked the chain but left the collar on.
'Now lie on your back. Luckily for you I am feeling generous. Stay absolutely still and you may just enjoy your small reward for being so obedient.'
Leaning over him, Kit kissed him on the lips and pulled away before he could respond. She then kissed the tip of his nose and his chin before moving downwards. He flinched as her ponytail tickled his skin. He felt wetness on his right nipple, she was tonguing it gently and it soon stood proud. Paul was lying back, eyes closed, revelling in the sensation when he felt her teeth pull on his nipple causing him to groan quietly.
'Oh, you do like that don't you.' Kit moved over to the other side of his chest and repeated her performance. She reached up and rubbed one nipple while sucking the other.
Paul shrieked as she bit hard and twisted her fingers violently. The sudden pain in both nipples made him sit up and try and push her off him. She relented and let go.
'My big man can't take a tiny bit of pain. Roll over you poor excuse for a male.' Kit's voice left him in no doubt that he was in trouble.
As soon as he was on his stomach he felt the back of his boxer shorts forcibly pulled down.
'When I reward you, you are supposed to submit willingly. Just for that you are going to feel my displeasure.'
She raked her nails over his bottom then stroked each cheek in turn.
'Now count for me.'
Paul was sure he heard the slap of Kit's hand on his bare cheek a split second before he felt the pain.
'I said count you worm.'
As soon as he said, 'One', Kit spanked him again in exactly the same place. He obediently said 'Two'. She rubbed his red cheek for a while before spanking the other one twice in quick succession. She waited for him to count before spanking him twice more, once on each cheek. She scratched his left cheek with her nails while at the same time kissing his reddened right.
'The pleasure and the pain,' Kit giggled before running her fingers down his back, then grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking it sharply. She pulled his boxer shorts back up covering his hot arse.
'Now, I hope you have learned your lesson. You will lie still or the penalty will be much worse.'
He heard her move across the room and the noise of a couple of clasps being undone. She soon returned to the side of the bed.
'I'm told that little boys like little toys.' Kit turned on the vibrator which she had taken from its' hiding place.
Paul hoped it wasn't one of her gel ones as they felt strange against his skin. He felt a coldness as something touched his back.
'I thought I would be nice to you and I have put plenty lube on it. Now no complaints or you may find it going somewhere you would not like it to go.'
She ran it slowly all over his back, then up and down his legs. She then ordered him to open his legs and immediately placed the tip of the buzzing toy on the fabric covering his balls. He let out a long low groan. Kit pulled the back of his boxers down again and rubbed the vibrator up and down his arse crack. She pulled his cheeks apart and for a brief moment pushed the tip lightly against his anus.
'That gives you some idea of what may happen if you don't do as you are told.' Kit was definitely teasing him, he hoped.
