This is a story about a house on Devante Dr. otherwise thought of as Deviant Dr. Every house on the block had a secret hidden behind the door. Every house was a den of sins and iniquity. This is the story of the deviance in the house with the Blue Door.
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Katherine Bigelow entered her house and immediately slid out of her shoes. The rest of her clothes followed quickly, but neatly. Everything placed exactly where it belonged, efficiently. She placed a collar around her throat and cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She knelt down on the step above the sunken living room and waited. It was her ritual every evening when she got home.
During the day she was the CEO of DataTech Labs. She handled the corporate world with the authority and professionalism that aided her in the climb to her top. She spent years working hard and developing skills in her rise to the top. The stress of being the one in charge, the one controlling the decisions that kept thousands of people employed, made it difficult to unwind.
Her husband David was the main reason she had not dropped dead of a heart attack. Every night when she came home she left her corporate persona at the door literally. Her clothes came off and her slave shackles went on, she was prohibited from wearing clothing past the entryway step. She was not allowed to do anything basically without her Master's approval or permission. She made no decisions, had no thoughts that were her own. David made all of her decisions, her only concern was to please her Master. It had been their dynamic throughout their relationship. David owned her and used her as he saw fit.
On this day when she arrived home, she needed to pee, but her husband was on a call in his office and did not immediately take notice of her. He was wrapped up on the call and Katherine was getting desperate. She had a choice to make. She could stay where she was and make a mess that would get her punished or she could break protocol and get punished. She rushed to the powder room and took care of her issue and hurried back to position, hoping that he would be none the wiser.
David knew, it was his business to know everything she did. He let her sit on the step for a while longer. Planning her punishment was not a daily occurrence, she was a very well-behaved slave and rarely gave him legitimate reason to punish her. He often made up reasons to punish her. It was the joy of owning a slave, deciding when and how to train her.
When he finally did fetch her from the entry he walked her immediately to the human sized Kitty condo area, where there were tubes and platforms covered in soft plush carpet. One tube was loose from the condo to allow for placement and located around the rim of the 18-inch long tube were hooks. It was quite easy to attach the rings on the cuffs to the hooks to bind her.
David instructed Kat to lay with her back over the tube and he proceeded to hook each wrist to the side and slowly pushed her back until she was arched over the tube. The tube was about 2 and a half feet in diameter so arched as she was she was immobile when he placed blocks under the tube to keep it from rolling back.
"Someone was a bad kitty Kat. Weren't you?"
"Yes, sir." Kat whispered. Fear of the pain kept her obedient, especially since David could be inventive with the punishment.
He kicked her legs wider and headed for the cupboard. When he returned he had the riding crop that had a feather cat toy attached to the handle side. David used the feather cat toy, tickling across her pubic mound. Dancing it over her skin until she squirmed. Then he moved it up over her ribs. Each breast was flicked with the feather until the areola pulled tight and the nipple was rock hard. Then he continued to flick the nipple with the feather until she moaned.
With a quick under hand swing, David flicked the leather loop of the riding crop across her nipple, just the tip so the sting was concentrated. Again, with the feather on the other breast, then swing and sting. Kat wanted to scream but she knew better. Instead she pointed her toes and breathed deep through her nose.
David did the nipple flick a few more times on each side until her nipples glowed brightly, then he moved to the side and used a side arm to slap the undersides of each tit. He enjoyed the wobble as the impact shimmied through the soft mound of flesh. He loved her huge natural tits, they were so much fun to torture. He continued with the tits until they were marked well and then headed south. Couple flicks here and there to tinge the skin pink then he headed to his ultimate destination. He kicked her legs wider to her glistening wet slit parted and her folds were all visible, vulnerable.
David smiled as her body tensed, knowing what was coming, knowing there was nothing she could do about it. He slapped the crop down flat on her mound pressing through the strike, she whimpered and bit her lip. Sadly, she knew the worst was still coming. He laid another strike across the other side of her pubis. When the smoothly waxed area of her mound was a proper bright red, he changed his angle and left flicking stings across the inside of each labia lip. Kat tense on her toes, breathing as deeply as she could, could not stop the tears from leaking from her eyes. She kept her head back and let them fall into her hairline.
David had come to the finale and he was quite proud of the little kitty. "Here we go, kit-kit. 3 lashes across your kitty clit. You going to make a sound?"
"No, sir." Kat's voice shivered.
"Okay, remember if you make a sound..."
"I will get more, sir."
