Flick had been acting up. She had been doing it deliberately and she knew it. Angus had been quite busy recently and she both wanted his attention and also knew from the past that his punishments were creative and worth waiting for.
In the context of their complex relationship, Flick's acting up meant breaking the particular rules that Angus had set for her. They played games around submission, and strict adherence to little rituals was extremely important. At times, Flick felt like a Geisha, or perhaps a nun.
The juxtaposition of submissive rule-following with Flick's vivacious personality is what Angus enjoyed the most. In her every day life she was a lioness, but indoors she was his kitten. It was her choice to follow the rules and he knew that they sometimes tested her and that she enjoyed that. He also knew what a thoroughly, gloriously filthy horny girl she could be in the right situation.
Humiliation was her angle - shame and display got her engines going in a big way and Angus knew how to play with her enough to create a feedback loop of those feelings - the more shame she felt, the dirtier she would behave, leading to still greater feelings of shame.
Flick's kitten rules were not easy. She was only allowed to eat with her hands. She washed herself using a bucket while Angus, if he was present, watched. Her clothes were very beautiful but she had not chosen them, and he chose on each day what she would wear. Some days he would leave out the knickers or bra and she would be self conscious of her exposure all day. She was to climb the stairs on all fours and to go barefoot at all times in the house. When she went to the toilet it would be in front of Angus, after asking if she could go. She was only allowed to orgasm if she first asked permission. If they had guests, Flick was required to finger herself in the kitchen just out of view. When Angus fucked her, she wore a collar, and if he used toys with her, it was her job to lick them clean.
There was not an aspect of this that Flick didn't enjoy, and when she broke the rules, as she did from time to time, it was always deliberate and to send a message.
During the previous week, Angus had noticed all of her transgressions. She left underwear on the bed from an outfit and wore it without. She let him find used cutlery, and evidence that she'd been in the shower. He heard her use the toilet without asking, and for the final straw, Flick left a cum-slicked vibrator on his pillow. Angus smiled - his kitten wanted punishing.
The couple kept an airbnb ad running on their home, and updated the dates according to when they were away. Angus often travelled on business and Flick was a freelance architect who enjoyed the opportunity to travel with him. Their place was very large and could sleep a dozen people so they would rent it out while they traveled. On this occasion, Angus had listed the property for the coming weekend although he had no intention of leaving.
Shortly after listing it, a man named Fraser had been in touch to check with him if they accepted bookings for stag dos, promising it wouldn't be too raucous - just a bunch of friends using it as a base for the mountains nearby. Angus decided that sounded ideal, and replied that they were welcome.
Flick had been distracted for days wondering what her punishment would be, and how long she would have to wait. On a previous occasion, Angus had posted a picture of her pussy on a swingers forum and invited comments on what people would do to her. Then he had fucked her in the arse while she read the degrading replies and she came repeatedly.
Another time he booked a meal at a Michelin starred restaurant for them both with her parents - and made her wear a butt plug, and a small silver locket with that same picture of her pussy in. The food had been delicious, but difficult to concentrate on as she tried not to squirm.
So Flick knew that Angus would be conjuring up something special to put her in her place, and she couldn't wait to find out what it was. There was also the nagging fear of humiliation that put an edge on her distraction.
On Friday, Angus returned early from work (he also couldn't wait to administer his punishment and see his plan enacted). She greeted him eagerly, and he adopted a stern manner with her.
"It's time for your punishment, Kitty."
Flick felt a surge between her legs. She liked the rules, but in some ways she preferred being punished. She caught her breath as Angus roughly pulled her top and bra from her in an instant, and then stood looking at her exposed breasts.
Her hair was jet black and wavy but piled up on her head and pinned, and she had a natural bikini tan that made her breasts look white in contrast- they quivered a little. She had caramel coloured eyes and delicate, high boned features and Angus loved that he could judge her excitement from them, always. She was completely unable to hide her feelings, and it filled him with glee when her eyes would flash and her beautiful mouth would beg the words, "Can I come please, Sir?"
Angus forced himself to be patient. He took a large black sharpie from his suit pocket and had Flick strip off everything else. She was stunning, but he tried to hide the awe and arousal from his face - adulation was not degrading. Beautiful or not, she needed to feel like a naughty bad slut. Angus could see from the mess in her knickers that she had been thinking the same thing, and knew in that instant with some relief that his plan would work well.
"Come here and bend over, Kitty."
Flick obeyed, seeing her reflection in the full length mirror opposite. Angus put his hand on her lower back and then began drawing large letters on the soft skin of her arse with the rasping sharpie. When he'd finished he looked at his handiwork and then roughly pulled her cheeks apart and marvelled at her splayed in front of him. He could see she was nearly dripping already and her lips were flushed and parting. Her arsehole twitched and he wanted immensely to lick it. Instead, he turned her suddenly so she could see her arse in the mirror, and took his hands away so that she could see the black letters across it:
"HELP YOURSELF"
As Flick was wondering who they were intended for, Angus pulled her cheeks open again, and said, "Remember this view, naughty Kitty. Etch it into your head. That's how they will see you."
Again, who did he mean? Was he putting her on the internet again? She had enjoyed reading the filth that strangers had written about her the previous time, and their words still came back to her now and then and distracted her from work, but she felt a bit deflated if this punishment was going to be so similar again.
Angus chose a short black dress for her and she put it on, letting it fall down over her bare and newly annotated arse. He gripped her tightly by the wrist and led her downstairs. It was an old building and there was an old-fashioned serving hatch in the wall that separated the kitchen from the dining room. When Flick and Angus had renovated, much had been made open-plan and modern inside, but they had kept that division and the hatch in tact. It was an interesting feature and they did converse through it sometimes as Angus cooked and Flick leaned against the counter through the hatch.
That was how Angus had come up with the idea. He bent Flick over through the hatch, so she was leaning on the kitchen counter. For a minute he disappeared and returned with the highest heels that she owned, which she put on with a quizzical look. When she then leaned over, her arse was high in the air, and her breasts pressed against the kitchen counter. Angus ducked around to the front of her, instantly turned on by her expression as she stuck through the hatch with her arse in the other room, biting her lip. He pulled the shutter screen in the hatch across until it rested against her ribcage, and then fixed the hem of her dress up above the hatch forming a curtain. It was now possible to see only her exposed back end from one room and only her top end from the other.
He took two long cable ties from his pocket. One he looped swiftly around her slender wrists, holding them together and then zipping it tight. The other he looped through that one, and then through a steel eyelet he had surreptitiously fixed to the underside of the counter the previous day. He saw fear and lust in Flick's eyes. She was bent over now and tightly bound. He went back through to the other room and flipped the back of her dress up onto her back, exposing her bare arse with its message of invitation, and her leaky, impatient little pussy. He gave her a smack that made her jump. There was a radiator on the wall that her thighs pressed up against, which was on a very low setting and the smooth warm metal felt comforting against her legs.
Angus was rock hard looking at his kitty ready to be used, in his makeshift medieval stocks. Her beautiful arse was sticking up in the air, her long legs balanced precariously on the heels and her swollen wet lips were an open invitation. He returned to the front of her and kissed her deeply. He whispered to her,
"Bad Kitty. Your horny cunt and arse are on display in that room, to be used as our guests please."
Flick pressed her thighs together, her mind full of questions. She just looked at Angus, adopting what she thought might be a coy and sorry expression. Right at that moment though, she did quite want to be fucked against the counter by a room full of strangers, that sounded hot.
However, there was one problem. She said quietly,
"Sir, I need to pee."
Angus grinned. That was an unforeseen bonus. He shook his head.
"No. You've been bad, Kitty, so you're staying there until our guests are finished with you."
