Kitty's Punishment
So busy with work, you are. Here I am lying on the bed, completely nude except for my collar, with my little tail swishing lazily from side to side. I hate it when you ignore me. Just tapping at those keys and clicking that plastic mouse, doing whatever work for whatever class. Doesn't matter what it's for, it's keeping you from me. Well, I know a way to get some attention from you.
I slink on my hands and knees past you, crawling under your desk. I reach up and my hands touch your knees. You jolt slightly. You didn't see me till just now. The tapping keys stop for only a moment before going back to work. You know I'm here and still you do nothing for me. I smirk as my hands slide over your thighs, fingertips hitting the steel button of your jeans. It takes me only a moment to pop it open and unzip you. As my soft hands reach in to pull out what I want, I listen closely. You've stopped paying attention to your work, focused solely on me. That's just what I want.
I may be your pet, but I have full control over you right now. My hand softly massages your member which grows stiff bit by bit. My little tail swishes, like it usually does before I pounce on a mouse. But don't worry, I won't use my teeth. Slowly, I partake of Master's cock. I cannot take much, but my hand takes care of what my lips cannot reach. Master sighs and groans, fingernails scratching at the desk as you try to hold back. Please don't hold back Master. I want everything from you. Pay me attention.
As I suck on Master's hot dick, I can't help but mewl. It's so good, no flavor can match Master's taste. I want it. Even as I have it, I want it. I will always want it. Mewling and whimpering, soon your cries join in. Perfect. Now cum. Please cum for me, Master. I want all of your taste. Oh please cum. My sucks become harder, my grip firmer, all to make you cum, even as more poor cunny is left unattended and becomes more soaked by the second. Soon, all my efforts are paid off. Master's milk covers my tongue, flooding my senses with you. So good, it's so good, better than the last time. I relax back, slipping my mouth off your organ, licking my lips. But you are not relaxed. Your chair pushes back calmly, but your hand comes down, grabbing my collar and pulling me out violently. I've made you angry.
You tie my leash to the bed, pinning it to my collar. I don't have time to undo it while you rummage through my things, coming back and pulling me over your knee. You smack my bare bottom, the sound of plastic ringing out with each hit. You must have grabbed my hairbrush for this task. "Bad kitty!" you shout between hits. I yip and squeak, crying with each strike. My lily skin starts to burn pink, then red. It seems to go on forever, each hit hurts more and I cry louder. I want it to stop. Please stop, Master.
Eventually you do, but I'm still whimpering. "Bad kitty. I told you not to distract me. Now I'll have to punish you." Even though you're angry, I can hear the smile in your voice. You're going to enjoy this. You did want this, you just won't admit it. And I think I may regret this.
You drop the brush and stroke your palm against my warm bottom. It feels strangely cool and soft; I make a noise. I like it. Please take care of me, Master. Don't be cruel. But you are going to be cruel. As you hand rests against me, you push a finger inside my tailhole. I yip. No, please, no. You're always too rough there. I'm too tight, you're too big. Please no. You move me off your lap, your hand on my back holding me down, preventing my escape. I know I'm still tied to the bed, but I would still try. All I can see is the wall in front of me, but I can perfectly hear the noises behind me. I hear the rustling of denim, the squish of liquid, then the sound of my knees moving against the cotton sheets as you heft my hips in the air.
I try hard to relax, it will hurt less like this. I want to get some pleasure out of this. To prepare me, you don't use the lube you've already put on yourself. I feel Master's fingers sink inside my wet cunny. I mewl once more, I want to be pleasured there. Yes, deeper. Your fingers feel so good. I forget about running. You take your fingers out, replacing them with a single finger from your other hand. It holds me down more than your whole body ever could. Those wet fingers sink into my tailhole, one at a time. I lose count of your fingers. When a larger piece of flesh enters me, I groan loudly. It's just so much. Master is too big for my tiny hole. But you like it, I can tell. You're moaning and grunting, both hands grabbing my hips and thrusting hard inside of me. I claw at the bed so hard, I might tear the sheets. It's so much, it's too much. My abandoned pussy quivers, longing for attention that you just won't give it. It clenches with each thrust, pretending you were there instead of my other hole. But I take my punishment, finding the pleasure in the roughness.
I feel my orgasm, but I don't say anything. I'm afraid you will stop if I tell you. Master can be so cruel. I try to hold back, but my panting and my whimpers are so loud. Oh please won't you let me have my turn and cum? I don't wait long after my silent pleading. It feels like my insides twist, clenching and screaming. It's only when I can relax again that I feel you pull out of me. Master's hot cum sprays up my back, even catching in the fur on my ears and in my hair. I lay exhausted upon the bed, still tied up. You leave me there as you go back to your work. Tired and sore, I just lay there, watching you work. I hope when Master is done, you'll treat me nicer this time. This time, I'll be good.