I've been a bad kitten.
I was only curious, as I often am. Master was away, and the collar caught my eye, its silver loop shining in the waning daylight. Master likes to slip his finger through it to pull my gaze towards his while I kneel at his lap.
"Look at your Master, slut," he'll say. Then I know it's playtime.
But there are rules about the collar. It belongs to Master, just like I do. He puts it on me with care when it's playtime, and takes it off when he is finished, hanging it on the bed post.
Today I broke the rules.
I was awfully lonely with Master gone. I felt bare without his hands running over my body, grasping my breast, my ass, slipping his fingers between my thighs. I was needy with no one to play with.
I touched the collar gingerly where it hung on the bed post, feeling the smooth black leather and the coolness of the metal loop. I picked it up, holding it carefully, like a sacred and fragile artifact. I looked to the door nervously, expecting to be caught in the act.
Standing in front of the mirror, I fitted it around my neck clumsily, as only Master had ever put it on me before. My reflection fascinated and amused me: a decorated and unattended slut. I touched the mirror, not unlike Narcissus, feeling that I could keep my own gaze for quite some time...
The doorknob turned.
Before I could even attempt to undo what I had done, there was Master, in the bedroom doorway, staring at me with irritation, but also some amusement. Master never lost his temper. He spoke evenly, "Come here, slut, and kneel in front of me," I did as I was told, kneeling with my gaze downward, too shy to meet Master's eyes after having committed such a grievous offense.
He grasped my jaw and lifted up my face to meet his. I knew he could see the guilt in my eyes and my pouting lips, quivering trying to form an explanation or apology.
"You know what you've done," he said plainly, "and you know what I will do to you." I was to be punished, I knew, but I didn't know how.
Master ordered me undressed and I obeyed. My hands were tied and lifted above my head, with the rope looped through a small ring in the ceiling. After Master was finished securing me in place, he stood in front of me, fully clothed, without touching me. I was bare and vulnerable before him, subject to his desire.
He placed his hand firmly around my collared neck. "This is mine," he said calmly. His other hand grasped my breast and squeezed my nipple, and I winced slightly. "This is also mine," and his hand travelled down my back until it reached my ass, which he stroked and raked his nails over. "This belongs to me," and I moaned very softly, needing his touch. Something was missing...
"And your cunt... my property... gets special treatment tonight. Spread your legs," and I did as I was told, feeling suddenly warm and prickly with anticipation.
Master walked around me, taking his time, and making me wait as a lesson in patience and discipline, because he knew how much I hated that. I stayed silent and took my punishment, because I knew that I deserved it. He stood in front of me again, stroking his chin and enjoying the sight of me helpless to his will.
SLAP!
Without warning Master slapped my bare cunt hard with his hand, making me gasp and shiver. His hand cupped between my legs and he fondled me, feeling how wet I had become. "You're awfully wet for a whore taking such a punishment," a grin flickered across Master's face and he circled me once again.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He spanked my cunt from behind and I cried out with surprise and pleasure. My pussy was all red now, and I could feel the warm wetness slowly running down my inner thigh. Master stood behind me with one hand cupping my breast and the other carefully fingering my cunt, my juices covering Master's hand.