Sometimes I wonder if I’m just a little bit crazy. Especially on those days where I’m wearing a collar and leash and have a pair of cat ears perched atop my platinum blonde head. And then you count the bowl set on the floor of which I’m sitting patiently in front of… well, if you were in the room you’d probably think I’m in need of a straight jacket or something. But alas, this is me, it may be crazy, but it’s pretty darn fun. This is a Dominant and submissive story and if you aren’t into that kind of thing or have an open mind to that kind of play, you may not want to read on…
I’m only wearing a tight black thong besides all of this that pulls between my ass cheeks whenever I move. Lord X has me looking up at him, he’s holding my leash firmly in this hand.
“Are you a good kitty, Silver?” He asks me, a grin plastered on his face. He strokes my hair and catches a part of it between his fingers. “Would you like some milk in your bowl? If I give you milk you can’t use your hands, you have to lap it up with your beautiful tongue.”
Oh, how mean of him! Mean in the best possible way. He pours some in the bowl. I’m sinking into the part, my subspace, his darling sexual pet whom he’s trained to please him. The worries I have of the day are gone, this is the best stress reliever I have being his sub.
“Lap up your milk,” he orders. “Lap up every last drop and if you spill it I will have to punish you.”
I lean down, my nipples touch the cold floor, I shiver with anticipation. I know just the effect I’m going to have lapping up milk for him, the white liquid dripping from my chin and onto my bare large breasts, running over the sensitive nipples. Just like his cum.
“Raise your ass as you drink,” He circles to behind me. I raise my ass up. I’m so exposed to him with just the thong. He’s still holding my leash, he always does such wonderful things with it. “Remember, no spilling, good kitty.”
I can feel something pressing between my cheeks, right against my hole. The riding crop! Oh, he’s torturing me, he wants me to spill so he can “punish” me.
I continue lapping. The riding crop runs up and down the line of my thong, always stopping right where my hole is and pressing, harder each time. I can’t help it, my ass tucks in and I spill some milk on the floor. He swats me with the riding crop on the ass cheek. “You left your position,” he rebukes. “Raise your ass again for me, so I can pet that pussy.”
I nearly giggle at the euphemism. Of course, he’s not pretending I’m a real cat, that’s not a turn on for us (bestiality = yuck!), but pretending to be his pet puts me in a great subspace, I’m so ready to do whatever he tells me because I’m his good kitty.
His hand reaches around the thong, he tugs on my leash a little bit, making me spill a little more milk on the floor. Swat! A nice quick sting to the backside makes me purr with pleasure.
“That’s enough milk, look at me, Silver,” He commands, his hand still cupping my pussy.
I turn and sure enough, the milk dribbles down my chin, onto my breasts, over my nipples, and down my flat stomach.
