"What in the hell are you doing?" I say in shock as I witness my Mistress's other submissive happily bounce around the apartment holding Mistress's toys. My Mistress's Kitten, as she calls her, is a petite bouncy blonde who loves to irritate me, Mistress's service sub. Today she's wandering around our home in her short pink plaid skirt and a crop top that's so thin her nipples are clearly noticeable. She has small breasts but an admittedly fantastic body and cute face with her hair done up in pigtails and is showing off her pink tongue as she sticks out at me.
"What does it look like, Mr. Good Boy? I'm hiding Mistress's toys, so when I brat out, she can't find them," She smirks triumphantly like she's accomplishing some great mission. She quickly stomps down the hall, and I hear a door open with the sound of all the toys crashing to the floor. I sigh and continue wiping down our kitchen table, Mistress gave me orders to clean and sterilize our dining table before she came home. I'm wearing nothing but an apron and desperately trying to hide my boner as I watch the Kitten wander around the house in her bratty crusade to earn her punishment. I also begin attaching restraints to the legs of the table for each of the four legs. It seems Mistress has some plans in store for us tonight, and the thought make me throb even more.
Suddenly we hear the keys jingle in the doorway. I quickly rush to the entrance and get on my knees, prepared to greet my Mistress at the door. Kitten takes her time getting there, adjusting her pink collar with the silver bell before taking her seat next to me. Watching her adjust hers makes me instinctively touch the metal ring around my neck that only one my mistress has the key for. The light from the doorway removes me from my thoughts as see her, my lovely Mistress.
She's just come in from work, so she's in a white button-up that is generously unbuttoned down to the top of her breast. Letting her red lace bra peak from the top, I stir a little, desperate to jump into her arms and smother myself in them. Her black pencil skirt slowly creeps up her thighs, exposing the top of her black stockings.
"Good evening, Kitten," She took a step towards me and presses her heel into my chest. I shivered at the touch. "Hello, my servant, I brought dinner." Her voice was raspy in a sexy way that makes you just beg to do her bidding. I took her foot in my hand and laid kisses on the top of her feet, working my way up her leg.
"Welcome home, Mistress. You are too kind," I take off her shoes and take the bags of food she brought from her hands. The Kitten is bouncing with excitement and nuzzling our Mistress' shoulder as she makes her way to the kitchen to sit. While I begin to set out the food, Mistress' kitten sits between her legs, wiggling her ass and purring.
"Mistress, you brought Kitten's favorite! I must have earned a lovely treat today," Kitten purred and nuzzled our Mistress's inner thigh. I watched as she eagerly slipped her head into our Mistress's hand, getting chin strokes as she did it.
"Oh, you think this is for you? Did you know my darling service sub sent me pictures of all his completed chores today?", my ears burned at the mention of my chores, one being of me trying not to make a sound during my self-anal training while she put me on speaker phone in the middle of her meeting with her. I am pulled from my flashback as I saw Mistress slip two fingers into Kitten's collar and yank her roughly. "But you, little Kitten, seem to have forgotten yours and purposefully sent me photos of anything but completed chores."
Kitten, for a moment, looked scared that her punishment was to come swiftly, but then the mischievous look sparked in her eyes as she purred, sitting up on her knees. "Oh no, Mistress, whatever will I do?" I saw my Mistress appear shocked at this apparent defiance, and she looked at me.
