Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) Page 13

  “Leash? Are you fucking kidding me?”

  Avery put her hands on her hips. This was sounding a little more ridiculous — and a lot less fun — by the minute. Who the hell wanted to be spanked with the leather handle of a pet leash?

  Preston walked over to a cupboard, and came back with a small linked chain leash adorned with — just as he’d said — a pink, leather handle. He drew close to her, and grabbed her elbow, turning her sideways, swatting her bottom several times with the leather, the strokes hurting even through her yoga pants.

  “Ow! That hurts! Shit, you better not be planning on doing that too many more times tonight or this Kitten Fiesta is over.” Avery rubbed her bottom with both hands, glaring at the leash in his hand

  Preston scowled and stepped closer to her, saying in a deep voice, “You will not be dictating to me how, and when I’m using this leash, my dear. You will do as you’re told. Like a good kitten should. If you want to leave here on Sunday and still be able to sit comfortably, I suggest you keep that mouth shut. As for when this ’Kitty Fiesta’ is over, I’m in charge of that, not you. If I need to impress upon you who’s in charge, you’ll have a very sore bottom, very quickly.”

  Preston slapped the leather across the palm of his hand and Avery couldn’t help but clench her bottom in reaction. That little pink sucker hurt, and she wasn’t going to get anymore kitty spankings tonight if she had anything to say about it.

  “Okay. Geesh. You’re so touchy about all of this.” Avery pouted his way, trying to manipulate his mood. “You know I have to question things. You could be a little nicer about it.”

  Preston’s eyebrows rose. “I believe I’m being very nice about it, Miss Avery. If I were a stricter man, you would be bare bottomed in the corner right now waiting to feel that leash until you were sobbing. But, to show my control, and keep my temper in check, I only gave you a reminder that this leash will not be your friend this weekend. Should I give you a firmer reminder, Miss Avery? Is that necessary? Or do you think the kindness I have displayed is appreciated?”

  Avery scrunched her eyebrows at him, and didn’t answer right away. But when Preston began to wrap the leash around his fingers, she quickly grabbed his hand. “N-nooooo. You’re very nice, Sir. And my bottom hurts already.” She stopped to rub her bottom dramatically. “And I don’t like that leash already, so I don’t want to get spanked anymore. I’ll be good.”

  Preston put the leash on the counter, and pulled her in for a hug. “That’s a good, Kitty. Let’s get you started on your good kitty weekend. Take your clothes off right here at the door — no clothes are allowed for the rest of the weekend.”

  “But—“

  Preston put a finger to her lips. “No more talking, kitten. I’ve turned the heat up, so you won’t be cold. Good kitties don’t talk. So you have to only speak if you’re confused or something is beyond your comfort zone. If you continue to be argumentative or fight me, I’ll have to gag you and I really don’t like to do that to my good kitty. Take off your clothes.”

  Avery could see that he was serious, so she started taking off her clothes.

  Preston started reciting some of the rules. “I want you to be aware of the rules. You’ll walk on your hands and knees. I’ll be inserting a butt plug that has a pretty white tail.

  “But—“

  “Uh-unh, I said no talking.” Preston shook his head. “Yes, you’ll be wearing a little tail, and then I’ll put a pretty pink collar on you that has a little bell. This way I’ll know where you are at all times. Then you’ll have to sit up and beg, showing me your breasts. I’ll have you licking me wherever I want. Doesn’t that sound good, Kitten?” He winked at her. “I’ll let you be creative with your licking.”

  What the frick? How ‘creative’ can you get with licking? I’ve licked his cock and balls — where else can I lick? Well, I guess I could lick his toes… or maybe—

  “Kitten, where’d you go? I need you to listen to your rules. You don’t want to get paddled for not listening, do you?”

  Avery shook her head.

  “Okay. You’ll be required to eat out of dishes on the floor, or out of my hand. I like feeding you, and I think you’ll like it also. And when it’s time to go to sleep, I’ll have you sleep in your special little bed. I made that bed hoping that I would have a sweet kitty to sleep in it someday. I hope you’ll like all the amenities I put in there for my kitten.”

  Feeling a little too exposed, she stood, trying to cover herself.

  Preston retrieved her collar from the counter and put it on her. She remembered the first time she had seen it, and put it around her neck. It was so pretty. It was a black velvet with a pink bell hanging from the middle that said “Kitty” in script writing. Just the tinkling of the bell made her smile. She loved the sound of it that first night, and now, standing in front of Preston with no clothes on, feeling the warmth of the wheals on her bottom from her leash, and having the pretty collar put on, she felt owned and treasured.

  She belonged to Preston.

  Then she heard the clink of the chain clipping to the collar. “On the floor, Kitty — hands and knees.”

  Avery gracefully went to the floor and waited until he tugged on her leash. She followed him over to a rug that was laid in front of the rocking chair.

  “I want you head down, ass up on this rug. I’ll return with your tail.”

  Avery immediately got into position, and then felt him position the leather leash handle so it was over the crack of her ass. “Don’t move, or let this handle slip while I’m gone. If it falls, you’ll be spanked with it in the cleft of this beautiful ass before I insert your tail. I don’t think you want me to put the plug into a freshly reddened bottom hole. Do you, Kitten?”

  She shook her head, then buried it in her arms.

  “I didn’t think so either, babe.” He lightly patted her bottom, and stroked his hand lightly over her back. “Goooood Kitty. Such a goooood Kitty.”

  Avery found herself thinking about her upcoming weekend. How did one even eat out of a dish on the floor? And what would it feel like to have a butt plug that was a tail in her bottom? Sure he had given her butt plugs to wear before — usually because she said something snarky to him after he had warned her to be quiet — and it was a punishment. It was something she wasn’t supposed to like, and then he would take it out at bedtime. Would she like having a tail? Well, she would find out soon.

  Oh God!

  She could feel a sneeze coming on.

  What the fuck? Why now?

  She couldn’t sneeze, or she would be spanked on her bottom hole. There was no way that was happening. She forced herself to cough, then snorted and squeezed her nose shut with her hands.

  “What in the name of hell are you doing, Kitten?”

  “I almost sneezed, and I didn’t want the leash to fall and get my ass kicked because of a natural human function. ‘Cause, you know, I’m supposed to be a fucking kitten, and I guess kittens aren’t allowed to sneeze — or they get their asses beat.”

  The next thing Avery felt was her left cheek being pulled aside, and stripes of fire repeatedly lashing across her bottom hole. She started keening and squirming, the burn increasing by the second.

  “No!” Preston barked. “The problem here isn’t that you were going to sneeze. And, yes, kittens are allowed to sneeze. What isn’t allowed is kittens swearing, being sarcastic, being mouthy, and not being submissive.”

  “Ow! Ow! I’m sorry!”

  “I bet you are now! Do you think you can keep your mouth shut now, Miss Avery? Will you be a good, quiet, kitty now?”

  “Yes, Sir. I will. I promise.”

  “Keep your head down and your mouth shut while I put your tail in. I’ll remind you now that I warned you that the tail would hurt more when inserted into a very red bottom hole — and I’ll remind you again that this was your choice.”

  The lube was cold on her bottom and Preston was right — just rubbing in the lube hurt. She would neve
r learn to keep her mouth shut. His finger then penetrated her bottom, the muscles fighting the intimate intrusion, a moan escaping her lips.

  “Bear down, Kitten. It’ll be easier if you don’t fight it. You’ve been through this before — this isn’t your first rodeo. Push back and let me get this tail into your bottom.”

  Avery bore down and felt the plug pop into place. Preston walked out to the bathroom to clean, and she reached back to feel the tail. It was soft, and the tail hung down almost to her knees. She looked over her shoulder at it, at the pretty white tail protruding from her bottom. She wiggled her bottom, watching the tail swishing around her hips, and in the process realized that it also moved the plug pleasingly inside her. As she continued to sway her hips, she felt her juices gather between the lips of her sex.

  Though the shame burned bright on her face, this was way more erotic than she ever thought it would be.

  * * *

  Preston walked out the bathroom to see Avery swaying her hips with her tail swinging and wrapping itself over each hip. To see her red bottom with the plug peeking out, her pussy juices glistening on her skin, was almost more than he could handle. His cock hardened at the pleasing view.

  “Good God, Avery, that’s hot! Watching you sway that beautiful ass, swinging your kitty tail – well, I’m just… speechless.”

  Preston quickly took his clothes off and sat in the rocking chair in front of Avery. “Come and see me, Kitty. No hands. You’re forbidden from using your hands. You’re only allowed to touch me with your body, or your tongue. If you use your hands, you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Avery crawled over on her hands and knees, Preston admiring the sway of her breasts as she moved.

  When Avery got to the rug, he stroked her hair and back, running his hands over her ass, gently tugging on her tail. At the snap of his fingers, she reluctantly turned, murmuring as she hollowed her back, presenting her bottom to him. He smiled, seeing the way her sphincter muscles were milking the plug. He took up the soft end of the tail, stroking her pussy with it.

  “Rub your ass on me, Avery. Come on, sweetie”

  He pressed his thumb against her clit, kissing her back as she rubbed her bottom up and down his shin. Just watching the cleft of her bottom press against his leg was more than he could take. The yawning of her ass as she clenched and unclenched her cheeks, alternately arching and hollowing her back. Her breathing increased, her little embarrassed moans and sighs like a siren’s song to him. His body reacted to each sound she made, his cock knowing when she was ready for release. He had never been in sync with a woman like this; she was his yin, and he her yang. Her submission and enjoyment at being his kitten warmed him, her acceptance of his need to love her in this way, deepening his affection for her.

  He had fallen in love with her, and knew that he didn’t want to lose her when the service period was over. If he had anything to say about this she would be staying at his house, and in his life, for good.

  “Up, Kitty. I want you on your knees in front of me. Lock your elbows behind you and present your breasts to me.” Avery scrambled up and immediately got into the requested position. She kept her eyes down, but peeked at him through her lashes.

  He loved her so much. She had just enough sass and fire to keep him on his toes, and to keep her ass nice and pink most days. She just couldn’t submit to him easily. She had to resist and fight it — which in his book was fine, because he loved disciplining her bottom. He would miss the feel of her flesh meeting his hand, the ripple across her flesh as his hand came down hard on her bottom, the pleasing sight of his finger prints leaving a red outline on her pale flesh.

  Preston pulled on her nipples, cupping her breasts in each hand, milking and squeezing each one until Avery moaned, unable to keep her hips from thrusting. Preston pinched a nipple, hard, listening to the sharp intake of breath as she hissed between her teeth. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue lightly around the areola and tip of her nipple, watching it harden and tighten, blowing on the wetness there, delighting in the arousal glittering in Avery’s eyes. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back, pressing her nipple further into his mouth.

  “You’re so damn responsive and expressive. I love watching you. The excitement is etched into every feature of your face — your eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth. There isn’t a part of you that doesn’t respond to sexual tension.”

  He kissed her nose, then kissed those plump lips, his tongue dancing with hers, tasting the sweetness there. He moaned when she sucked on his tongue, pulling on it until he felt his balls tingle. Pulling away, Preston looked into those big blue eyes half-lidded with excitement.

  Lightly licking her lips with the tip of his tongue he said, “I want you to lean forward and wrap your breasts around my cock. Keep them pressed against my cock and bring me off that way. I’m looking forward to hearing that sweet little kitty bell ringing while I spurt my juices on your neck.”

  As instructed, Avery squeezed both breasts around his cock until it was buried in her warmth, the silkiness of her skin rubbing gently over his hardened shaft. Leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes, Preston listened to the tinkling of the silver bell on his Kitten while her breasts pillowed him and stroked him into his own climax. The sight of her pink nipples plumped together mesmerized him. His thumbs and brushed those nipples, making them tighten, Avery sucking in a sharp breath at the provocation.

  The sound of her moans and increased, labored breathing sent him over the edge, and he impaled his penis between her breasts with several sharp, quick thrusts, the tinkling of the kitty bell sounding as he spurted his semen onto her breasts and neck. He collapsed into the chair, sated and exhausted. He peeked one eye open and said, “Be a good kitty and lick me clean, Avery.”

  He swore he heard her growl, but when he raised an eyebrow and opened one eye again, she quickly started licking him clean. He could see the cum cooling and drying on her breasts, but she dutifully and obediently cleaned him, resting on her heels when she was done, waiting for her next instructions.

  * * *

  Preston leaned forward and pulled on her chain, drawing her into a kiss. “You were such a good kitty. So soft and cuddly, let me clean my kitten until she’s nice and clean again. Then you can curl up on the rug and sleep while I make you some dinner.”

  Uhm, what? Did he say I can sleep on the rug? What the fuck?

  “Okay sweetie, present your breasts so I can clean them. Do it just like I told you earlier.” Preston walked over to her with a warm washcloth. Avery raised herself off of her heels and crossed her arms behind her back presenting herself to him. “What a good kitty.” Preston washed her neck and breasts, rubbing her head and shoulders with his other hand. When he was done he took his finger and flicked her bell to make it jingle, kissing her on the forehead.

  Clipping the leash to her collar, he tugged on it. “Crawl, Avery.”

  What the hell? This was fun for a while, but this is getting old.

  She wasn’t sure she liked him talking to her like a real cat — and even real cats didn’t walk just because you told them to.

  Her kitten never, ever walked, sat, begged… or for that matter did anything she asked it to. Isn’t that just how kittens were?

  Avery decided now was a good time to show him how a real kitten would behave if you tugged at its leash and said ‘crawl’, so she sat back on her heels pulling her head back, jerking the leash in his hand.

  Preston raised an eyebrow. “Avery, what do you think you’re doing? Do you really want to fight me on this? Is there a problem?”

  Avery scowled at him. “Yeah, there’s a fucking problem. I’m not a dog. I’m a kitten. Kittens don’t come when they’re called. They don’t walk on a leash. They don’t even beg. And I don’t like you tugging on my leash, just like how my kitty didn’t like it.”

  She smiled at him, feeling proud of herself. To prove her point, she tugged on the leash again.

  Preston s
quatted in front of her, tilting her chin up so he could look her in the eyes.

  “Avery, I’m aware how a kitten acts. But you’re role-playing a kitten. And this kitten listens to her owner and obeys his commands because if she doesn’t, she ends up getting her little tail spanked until it’s very red. And you don’t swear, especially since you aren’t supposed to be talking. But before we go any further, you’re getting your first spanking as my kitten. You will not talk to me in that tone of voice, and you will not defy me by refusing to move when asked. You might as well find out now that I won’t tolerate it.”

  “B-but I—”

  “No, no speaking. I want you head down, ass up for your spanking, Kitten.” Preston pointed to the floor, waiting for her obedience.

  Avery hesitated, but he looked pretty serious, slapping the pink leather handle against his leg. She knew from past punishments, the longer she waited to obey, the longer and harsher the punishment. She immediately got into position.

  “Very nice, Avery. Now, I want you to keep position. You’re allowed to cry, but no speaking. If you move out of position, extras will be added.”

  Preston tapped the leash on her bottom. He took hold of the tail with an uncomfortable tug on her dark hole, the softness of the fur across her right hip as he moved it out of the way.

  She regretted talking to him about how a kitty acts. What did she know about kitty play? Why did she always feel a need to insert her opinion, to make him see it her way, to do things her way? Ultimately, she did it his way, every time. She usually wanted to do it his way, but she felt a need to show him that she was independent. She fought giving in, fought submitting — but she wanted desperately for him to force her anyway. She wanted him to care enough to guide her, and give her boundaries. Truly, she wanted to please him. He was always checking on her, making sure she was okay — not hungry, not too tired, not overwhelmed. Preston was a caring individual — but he was also stern, exacting, judicial, and demanded her obedience.