SMACK!
Katt's hand came down swiftly, squarely hitting her target. A muffled wail emanated from beneath her buttocks as the body of her subject bucked, his legs spasming in front of her. Katt smiled and laughed openly. She was truly enjoying herself. Ostensibly, she was punishing her slave for cumming without permission, but truthfully, she just really liked hurting his balls.
SMACK!
Once again her palm landed firmly on the exposed testicles in front of her, and again her slave's legs jerked and his entire body clenched. She felt his face press into her ass as his back arched involuntarily, lifting her slightly. This time she could feel the heat of his breath against her anus as he let out another short scream. The feeling caused her to moan in pleasure, and she could feel herself getting wet.
She reached down to rub herself gently, as her slave settled down. She could feel him panting into her ass crack. She reached back and grabbed a handful of his hair and gave it a sharp tug. "I don't feel your tongue in my ass anymore, slave!" she admonished him. "Keep licking or you're going to start earning more slaps!" Of course, she had never actually said how many slaps she intended to give him in the first place, but she was pleased to feel his tongue begin probing her ass with a renewed vigor at the threat of more.
She arched her back and ground her ass against his face. She rubbed her hands sensually down his chest and stomach. Then, without warning she struck him again in the balls, causing him to jump and whimper, but not as much as before. She struck him harder. She again felt the sharp jet of warm breath against her asshole and heard his muffled yelp. His legs kicked up into the air, his knees coming together as much as they could, which wasn't very close. She enjoyed watching his legs spasm almost as much as she enjoyed his muffled screams. She had left his leg straps a little long on purpose, to allow for a more dramatic physical reaction to each strike. The other ends of the straps were fastened to the corner posts at the foot of her king-size bed.
She continued in this manner for almost an hour. Rubbing her hands sensuously over his naked body. Sometimes stroking his cock, bringing him close to orgasm. But always punctuating every pleasurable sensation with a slap or a punch to his sensitive, reddened balls, plunging him into pain. She rubbed herself to multiple orgasms, one time while squeezing his balls hard with one hand, eliciting a prolonged scream from him that pushed her over the edge into a wave of pleasure.
After each strike, he quickly resumed rimming her ass. Once when he was panting and sobbing after a brutal trio of hits, she grabbed a handful of his hair again, but felt his tongue dart into her ass before she even said a word. She beamed, always impressed by how easily he was trained. She had never had a more natural submissive. She had to admit she did not have high expectations when she first met him.
***
They first met at a local munch that she liked to attend. Josh was somewhat shy and awkward, obviously out of his element. He had never been in any kind of BDSM relationship before but seemed very eager to experiment. When he came to this munch, he didn't make much of an impression on Katt. She noticed him simply because she had never seen him there before, but he kind of kept to himself, chatting a little and asking questions to some folks who were practicing rope work. She however, certainly made an impression on him. She had been wearing a tight fitting blouse that perfectly showed off her ample breasts, cinched around the waist with a wide belt, and a pair of tight leather pants that hugged her wide hips and seemed to be painted onto her well-rounded ass cheeks. She enjoyed getting attention sometimes, and those pants never failed to do just that. Her long dark hair fell around her face and down past her shoulders, the end falling just past her breasts, framing them on either side. She looked absolutely amazing and she knew it, hoping to lure a little male companionship for the evening. In that outfit, she could have her pick.
Josh had instantly been mesmerized by her stout, curvy, hourglass figure, and her confidence and energy as she talked and laughed with her friends. Of course, he had been way too intimidated to approach her, but he stole glances at her throughout the night. Toward the end of the night he overheard her telling another woman how she was looking for a new submissive to play with since her last one had decided to break things off. That got his mind buzzing with excitement and fantasies of being dominated by such a gorgeous goddess. His heart sank when he saw her leave arm in arm with an athletic looking guy with whom she seemed to already be closely acquainted. The way he had his arm around her waist he didn't seem to be the submissive type, but maybe just a friend with benefits.
Over the next couple of weeks her image popped into his head periodically, each time causing him to tent his pants and lose focus on whatever he was doing. He slowly built up his courage and became determined to talk to her at the next event. At the next munch, he saw her again. She was dressed more plainly this time, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. But she looked mouth-watering to Josh, all the same. Her previous male companion was nowhere to be seen, much to Josh's relief. He tried to steel his nerves before he approached her, but still felt like an awkward wreck as he introduced himself, stumbling over his words in his attempt to strike up a conversation. His discomfort was palpable, but she smiled warmly and greeted him kindly which calmed him down a little. It became obvious to her that he was extremely inexperienced, but he was cute and his slim frame seemed built solidly enough for her tastes, so she kept talking to him for a while. She knew exactly where he was hoping their interaction would lead, and though he obviously had no idea how to get there, she admired the tenacity with which he was trying as he groped for topics to keep the conversation going. She was skeptical that he would prove to be a worthy submissive. Her last sub had also been a newbie and quickly realized he was not cut out to take the punishments she liked to dole out. He called it quits after just a few sessions. Katt thought it just as likely, that Josh would react the same way, but maybe it would be fun to watch him break. He clearly wanted to be dominated, and she knew she could give him a first experience he would never forget. When it became apparent in their conversation that he was never going to come out and ask her, she decided to take control.
"Look," she said matter-of-factly, cutting him off in mid-sentence, "I know you've been jerking off thinking about me ever since the last munch, fantasizing about being my bitch. Am I right?" Josh was too stunned to answer right away. "Mmm, hmm. That's what I thought," she said putting her hands on her hips. "You might as well just tell me what you want."
Finally, Josh found his wits. "Uh, I'd like to, maybe, be your submissive sometime, if you.."
"No," she cut him off abruptly. "You want to be my bitch. Say it."
Josh swallowed the lump in his throat. "I want to be your bitch."
She grinned at him. "I think you've been my bitch since the moment you laid eyes on me! You just didn't realize it yet."
They had their first session the next night.
Josh proved to be a very eager submissive, and a willing pain slut. Since it was his first time, it took him a while to learn the rules that Katt laid down, and to be truly subservient. Katt eased him into her kinky desires, not wanting to scare him away. Over the next several weeks they met often, and she introduced him to paddling and impact play, various restraints, domestic servitude, edging, cock and ball torture, and finally chastity, anal plugs, and pegging. To Katt's delight, he was a very enthusiastic ass worshipper. Having always been a fantasy of his, he was ecstatic to indulge her fetish for it, especially since her ass was particularly shapely and appetizing.
Along with the introduction of the chastity cage, she began a regime of teasing and denial. She made it clear that if he was to be her slave, she would have complete control over his orgasms. At first she only made him wear the cage during their sessions, then overnight, then eventually for multiple days. For the last week he had worn it every day. Of course she took it off when they were together so she could tease him. She would push him to the edge of orgasm, and challenge him to resist climaxing. Sometimes she would set an egg timer, then suck him and stroke him, only allowing him to cum once the timer went off. Sometimes she would allow him to get a hard on and she would tease him for hours, only to lock him back up at the end of the night, and send him home with blue balls. She allowed him to cum just enough to keep him in a constant state of anticipation, never knowing when his next release would be.
