Nodding against his hand at my chin and cheek, I was a good kitten here. And hearing him call me it sent fireworks shooting through my stomach and chest. “Good kittens get rewards,” I told him, pawing at his hand. “What’s my reward?”
There was a lot going on behind his eyes. I saw the cogs turning. There was a lot of play that could happen here. If he wanted to, he could have me lick his body, or he could get me a saucer of milk and I’d lap it up for him. Those were rewards I enjoyed so far, but I still hadn’t fully explored that feeling.
“What rewards do you like?” he asked.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to choose. I wanted someone else to choose. I needed someone else to be in control. I got pleasure from the way someone else decided if I’d been good or bad, and what that entailed. Good kittens got cuddles, strokes, and milk. Bad kittens got spanks and gags. “I don’t know. What do you think?”
“Can I—can I see you get undressed?”
The clothes were my safety in this play. It was all I currently knew about it, but that was all I needed to know currently.
Standing, I pinched at the white frills from the chest of the dress. “Why don’t you take it off me?”
Master stood, a bulge tenting inside his trousers. He quickly covered it with a hand before moving behind me. We were similar height. His breath on my neck. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” his soft raspy voice tickled. “But you’re driving me crazy.”
“You study people,” I said. “You tell me what I’m doing.”
He slowly unpinned the buttons on the back of the dress. “You’re giving me something I didn’t know I desired,” he said. “It feels forbidden. It feels—” he stroked a hand down my arms, pulling the arm free from the sleeve of the dress. “Like a dream where I discover something about myself I never knew.”
It was similar to how it made me feel. Forbidden and taboo, hidden away in a secret room in some large off the highway road Manor house. This was as away from the real world as I could get. Being me was hard, I had a reputation to uphold, but here, I didn’t have a reputation. All I had was some silky fabric on my body and the attention of men.
The dress dropped from my shoulders and fell to my feet. I wore a thong and a pair of thigh high tights with bows on. Immediately, his hands parted my cheeks, pulling as my hole seemed to eat up the thong string. “You’re still so young,” he said, kissing my back and pressing his clothes body against my skin. His hips thrust into my ass, feeling the solid metal of the belt, cold against my skin. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” he let out, giving another thrust from his lips.
“But you want to,” I said.
“And I know I shouldn’t.”
“Then you should stop.”
He stepped back, a hand placed on my waist from behind, stroking my skin with his thumbs. “You’re right,” he said. “This shouldn’t be happening. I’m your teacher.”
Letting out a sigh, I turned my head slightly to him. “If you’re so much of a good teacher, then teach me something. Teach me how to spell your name with my tongue,” I said.
Sliding his hands back to my ass, he gave my cheeks a firm squeeze. “Another time.”
I turned completely, my erect cock pushed down in the front's slot of the thong, the type they used on male stripper performances. “Ok,” I said. “I hope you think of me when you’re beating your meat later on.”
He didn’t say another word. He turned to leave the room, but first, he patted a hand on the dresser by the door, leaving a small stack of bills. It was nice to know I was at least appreciated, but now my dick was pulsing, and all I got out of him was a couple of fully clothed thrusts. I need more than that, I barely felt a size behind those jeans. I wanted to know what to prepare for. I knew one way to prepare, but I’d never tried butt plugs before.