Chapter 3
Kitty Kat is due home from campus in 10 minutes. When she first showed me her schedule, she was on campus every day from eight in the morning until four in the afternoon. I wasn't having that. So, we sat down and reworked her program so she attends classes only on Mondays and Wednesdays, from eight until six. She is given ninety minutes daily to work on her classwork when I do not bother her. But any other time belongs to me. I want her to do well and graduate with honors, so I will give her more study time when needed. I hear her car pull up, and she finds me sitting on the couch naked when she enters. She's wearing relaxed-fit jeans with a loose T-shirt. Her hair is down. Once the door closes, she immediately removes her clothes, placing them in the laundry basket next to the door. She walks over to me and kneels in front of me in her collar-me position. I place her collar around her neck, thus officially signaling that Kitty is again under my control.
"I'm ready for my blow job, Kitty," I tell her. She immediately takes my cock in her hands, starting to stroke it, and once it's semi-hard, she places her mouth around it. She has taken my entire length in her mouth in the last month. Her deep-throat skills are superb. My hand gripping her hair allows me to control her movements and motions. After a few minutes, I pull her mouth off my cock.
"Did you talk to any boys today?"
"Only in my statistics class because he was assigned to be my partner. His name is Michael, and he is gay."
"Good girl. What do you say if someone hits on you?"
"That I'm in a relationship and unavailable."
"Good. Ride my cock, facing me."
I watch as she quickly stands and straddles my lap. She lines her pussy up with the head and slowly impales herself. I begin to thrust up as she pushes down on me. She starts slow but quickly moves faster, the way I like it. As she rides my cock, I suck on her breasts, biting and pulling at her nipples. I know she wants to cum, but I'm not ready to cum yet. I roughly pull her off me and tell her to get on her hands and knees. I line my cock up to her pussy and slam into her. After a few thrusts, I shoot my load deep into her pussy as I give her permission to cum.
I pull my cock out, ordering Kitty to clean it, which she does. Once I'm clean, I tell Kitty to make dinner. It's now time to move on to the next stage of her training. She has handled the light bondage and rough sex better than I thought. I haven't introduced anal yet. I've been preparing her, making her wear anal plugs, but I have yet to fuck her that way. I think tonight is the night. With her not returning to campus for five days, there is time for the bruises to fade after I show her the man I am.
Dinner is delicious, and once she cleans the kitchen, we go to my office.
"Sara, you may sit on the couch," I say as I sit beside her. "You have done well in your training so far. How do you feel about our arrangement?"
I watch as she relaxes a little, searching for the right words. "Sir, I'm enjoying belonging to you. I am getting used to being naked and wearing the skimpy clothes you give me. It is a little unnatural for me to be anti-social at school, which is challenging. I do not want to date anyone, as I enjoy what you do to my body."
I appreciate her honesty and candor. I may be her Master, but I am still her Uncle and want her to feel safe and comfortable. "Is there anything we've been doing together that makes you uncomfortable that you don't like?"
"Honestly, Sir, no. I like feeling helpless, being completely at your mercy. It turns me on never knowing when you will fuck me. I'm a little embarrassed to say that I enjoy pain. The more you hurt me, the more turned on I get."
"Sara, there's no reason to be embarrassed. I enjoy inflicting pain, and you enjoy receiving it. We are not abnormal. There are others like us. I think you are ready for the next stage of training. This will be the hardest stage, as once we start, there will be no "time outs" other than your designated study time. It will challenge you physically and mentally. I won't be holding back. Remember, if you are uncomfortable, scared, or have enough, say popsicle, and I will stop. You will have bruises. You may bleed a little, though I will try not to make you bleed. I don't like blood. You will see a side of me that you never knew existed. But I promise you pleasure. Are you ready to proceed, Sara?"
I watch as she visibly swallows and pales a little. But I see her close her eyes, and when they open, I see fire. "Yes, Sir, I'm ready."