Author's Note:
This is the second chapter in a story about a Master / slave relationship. In respect to the dynamic Master & His pronouns are always in Uppercase while kitten & her pronouns are lower case. Thank you to everyone who read and supported the first chapter, i hope that you will enjoy the next :)
-s
kitten stood at the kitchen sink humming sweetly to herself as she dried the freshly washed dishes from dinner. Master had instructed she clean up after their meal, so she bowed her head and recited her mantra "Your will be done, Master." and with that, He pat her on the head and left her to work while He showered upstairs. When her task was complete, she folded the damp dishrag into a neat square and placed it on the counter and popped her knuckles. The satisfaction knowing her service pleased and innervated Master was everything to her.
she then turned her attention towards the den in pursuit of something else to tidy up. The bell on her collar tinkled as she glided down the 2 steps leading down into the cozy room where she stood by the coffee table. she shifted her weight onto her left hip and tapped a finger against her soft lips. Everything
seemed
to be in order, but something about the room still felt lacking. her Master had not given any instruction outside of 'clean up after dinner', which she had done. So while it would be acceptable for her to laze about and lick herself, kitten still preferred to make anticipatory decisions.
her eyes swept the room like a wooden rake in a zen rock garden before spotting the record player. Of course! she realized with a snap, some music would make a lovely contribution to the atmosphere. So kitten strode across the room to the shelves that housed Master's record collection and began to sift through His collection. kitten worked her way through the catalog, pausing to lift and deliberate over any album that caught her eye. Eventually she made her selection, put needle to vinyl, and let music fill the room.
The album kicked off with a plucky rhythm that lifted kitten onto the balls of her feet and into a spirited dance. she twirled about the room and grabbed a nearby lighter to relight snuffed candle wicks. she swung and swayed gayley about the den leaving a trail of flickering candles in her wake. she closed her eyes, submitting to the melody, and became a joyful conduit for the music to live through. The song swelled to the final chorus when suddenly kitten was snared mid step by a pair of arms. One hooked under her left shoulder and the other wrapped around her waist with python quickness. her eyes flashed open and her breath caught in her chest, the scent of Oak & Hawthorne sweeping through her senses like a gust of wind "Well now look what I've caught here," Master said, His voice laced with predatory intent "A little frolicking kitten."
kitten gasped, pulling in short, excited breathes. she could feel His raw strength eclipsing her petite frame as Master's hand crept up to pull her head back and expose her neck. He bit down hard onto her soft supple flesh making kitten cry out with ecstatic pain. she felt like helpless prey in the clutches of a predator as waves of pleasure swept down her like free falling water.
Master kissed upward along her neck using his fangs to stitch a trail of pain into her flesh like a thorned flower. kitten's eyes rolled up to the ceiling as she savored his every bite. When He reached her ear He bit down hard on her lobe and snarled. kitten moaned with exasperation, her knees wobbled weakly and began to buckle. she wanted to collapse to her rightful place at her Master's feet but he grabbed at the roots of her hair and kept her on her feet. "Did I
ask
you to kneel?" He asked pulling hard for emphasis.
"No!" kitten cried out
"No? No
what
?" Master demanded as He grabbed kitten's ass cheek and used His nails to dig into her flesh
"No Master!!" kitten answered promptly, motivated by pain.
"That's what i thought." Master said as He led her out of the den towards the kitchen, keeping her in a compromised position. They reached the center island countertop and Master released her thick chestnut hair after another commanding tug. kitten's head dropped and Master tapped the center tiles of the island countertop.
"Hands." Master ordered.
kitten obeyed by sticking her butt out and bending at the waist, just as she had be trained to. she placed her hands on the spot Master had indicated and He spread her feet a little wider than her shoulders. kitten was only wearing her short black servants dress and waist apron so when Master flipped over the hem of her dress onto her hips, an icy chill ran down her spine to her toes. kitten could hear a steady rise in tempo of her Master's breath as He took a moment to appreciate the contrast between kitten's cream colored skin and her simple, lacy, black panties. Master grinned wickedly as He grabbed the waistlines of her panties, her ass was like a heart shaped canvas, ready for a splash of redness. He hiked them up out of the way before priming His pet with a good
Slap
across her right cheek.
