The Kitten Club Pt 02

OMG! What did I do last night?

I was barely awake but the horror of what had happened last night was beginning to dawn on me. Momentarily I hoped it had been a dream. My phone pinged! Oh god, this must be the start of it.

I ignored the new text and went straight to the local news sites. I checked social media. Nothing! Dozens, if not hundreds of people must have seen me last night. All of them will have had mobile phones. My picture and videos must be all over the internet by now! But no!

I checked my phone. It was from Mistress Mel, "Can you come in half an hour early tonight?" I replied "Ok." without a second thought. "Good, come in via the side entrance. You can keep your clothes on."

I spent the afternoon scrolling through the usual local sites. There was nothing at all to suggest that a naked man had been suspended on a St Andrew's cross festooned with fairy lights above Belfast's busiest night spot last night.

"Keep your clothes on........." That struck me as unusual. I'd only once before entered the Kitten Club wearing something other than a tracksuit over my uniform and that had been for my interview. Perhaps this was going to be my dismissal. I dearly hoped not. I loved my job.

I parked in the my usual spot behind the club and went to the side door. As I approached Brian and Alan were just leaving. They waved over at me. Alan shouted "She's in good form tonight. Be good!" If I was in trouble or at risk of being sacked Alan & Brian would have known about it. This put my mind at ease a bit.

I heard laughter. Mistress Mel was sitting watching a video of my performance last night. Actually, she was watching about a dozen different videos of the same thing on the multiple monitors in her office. Her laugh was like Viagra to me, I never failed to get aroused when I heard it.

"Sit down Kym. We need to talk."

I opened my mouth but she guessed what I was going to say, "Don't worry, we sorted it. Alan & Brian know people." I rolled my eyes. In Belfast that generally only meant one thing, paramilitaries. "No, not like that. They have connections." She went on to tell me that Alan was retired from publishing and Brian from the judiciary. They still knew people so it had been relatively easy to keep last night's adventures out of the press and social media though undoubtedly something would leak out. She waved away my thanks, "The club has much to lose if this comes out. I was reckless. Brian & Alan were the angriest I've ever seen them. They've invested a lot of time and money into making this place work." She went on to tell me how she had met Brian & Alan at a DFI conference 12 years ago. They had struck up a rapport straightaway. Then, when her publishing business which she had inherited had hit a rocky patch they had put together a recovery plan which enabled her to sell the business and earn enough, with their further assistance, to set up The Kitten Club. The three of them were now equal shareholders of the club but Mel retained the controlling rights.

"Should I get changed for work now Mistress?"

"No, Kym. You were such a good little slut last night that I'm giving you tonight off on full pay." I smiled. "Thank you Mistress." I didn't need the money, I'd have paid to be a Kitten in the Kitten Club, but it was nice to know that she appreciated me.

"Kym, I've been watching you very closely for some time now. And I've been talking to people."

"People Mistress?"

"Liz, your ex-wife and Christine and Katie from your office. They were all very nice about you and confirmed what I already knew and hoped. Don't worry, they don't know who I am or why I was asking questions."

"What questions Mistress?"

"I just wanted to be sure."

"Sure of what?"

She carried on.

"I bumped into Liz the week before Christmas at that nice coffee shop near your house. I was surprised to see her as you'd informed me that she now lives in London."

"She does Mistress".

"I know. She told me she was just visiting for the holidays and that she was staying with friends down the road. That's really all I wanted to know. One of the girls had seen you buying perfume. I just wanted to make sure you'd not been lying to me."

"And Christine & Kate?"

"Kym, it's easy to show deference and respect to women when you're in the confines of the club, naked apart from your heels and stockings. I just wanted to check you're the real deal."

"And?"

"Well, I think if you were 30 years younger Christine & Katie would show you a very good time. They're very naughty girls. I like them."

"Oh?" I filed that bit of information away for future reference. "When did you see them?"

"The night of your Christmas party. You didn't see me but I was drinking in the hotel foyer with Alan & Brian for a couple of hours. Christine & Katie obviously have a thing for older men so it was easy to get them chatting after a couple of cocktails. I asked them about their boss. Apparently everyone likes you. Katie reckoned you're the only Director who looks at her face rather than her tits when you're talking to her."

"They are lovely tits."

"Indeed they are Kym, indeed they are. And they really appreciated how you had personally intervened in Barbara's recent disciplinary case. They were positively gushing about how you had told some prick from London to get back on the plane."

"They weren't meant to know about that."

"Yeah, they said that too but Barbara blabbed to everyone about cool you'd been. I didn't get a chance to ask Barbara...."

"She doesn't work for us anymore. She left. I'd have left too given what she was put through."

"Very noble. Very Kym-like." She laughed. My dick twitched.

"So, what's this all about? Are you giving me a pay rise?"

"Hell no. Anyway, didn't you get enough of a rise last night?" She laughed. My dick twitched again. Surely she must know the effect she has on me.

"Take your clothes off, close your eyes and kneel over there in front of the mirror. I'll be back in a minute."

I did as I was told. That's how things work in The Kitten Club.

I heard her coming into the room and felt her touching my shoulder. I kept my eyes closed as instructed. I heard the unmistakeable sound of a collar being unbuckled. I felt her pulling it tight around my throat and then loosening it when she realised it was too tight. "Ok Kym. You can open your eyes."

I looked at my reflection. I was fully aroused and I was wearing a bright red patent leather collar around my neck.

"Well. What do you think?"

"It's lovely Mistress. Thank you. Can I keep it?"

In the club the Kittens generally wore pink collars. A select few, including myself wore black. This indicated that guests could have greater "access" to the wearers. The black collar Kittens frequently got masturbated to climax by guests.

"It's your new uniform Kym. It means you're my personal Kitten. You'll be allowed access at any time to my private rooms in the club, you can use my personal dressing room, I know how much you hate the glory hole in the main changing room. Nobody is allowed to touch your genitals except for Alan, Brian & myself."

"Thank you Miss."

"I've not come to the best part yet. As my personal Kitten you will have the honour of being masturbated to climax on stage my myself or a chosen guest every night that you are on duty."

As a black collar wearer I frequently got masturbated by guests so this was no greater hardship or honour than before.

"One final thing Kym. And this might be hard for you, so you are at liberty to say no. As you know, at the club we have a rule that other than their tails, the Kittens assholes are off limits. As my personal Kitten I will own your ass. During your nightly performance you will have the privilege of being fucked up the ass with this!"

She held up a red strap-on which matched my collar.

"Thank you Mistress! It'll be an honour."

"Goodnight Kym. See you tomorrow night. You might want to leave by the front door."

As I got dressed she disappeared into the club to join tonight's guests.

I glanced up as I left the building. I laughed when I saw the St Andrew's Cross. On it had been mounted a man sized effigy of a black cat draped in flickering fairy lights. In the half light it looked as though the cat was twitching.

The black cat was wearing a red collar.

She knew I'd never say no to her.