Master and His Kitten: The Weekend Part 2

Warning: This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

Guiding his kitten into the shower, putting his hand over her eyes, he tilted her head back to wet her hair. Breath catching in her throat, deepening as Masters' fingers stroked through her wet hair. She giggled as he shampooed and conditioned her hair, gently rinsing it before lathering up the wash rag. Starting at her shoulders and working his way down her arms, teasing her tiny hands, before gliding back up and swiftly caressing her breasts, being careful not to catch the rings there with the cloth. Whimpering in need, she arched into his hand, trying to keep him there and almost falling to her knees when his cloth covered hand cupped her pussy. Teasing her, Master kneaded her skin, roughly playing with her VCH piercing, working it until she was shamelessly humping his hand, seconds away from cumming. Evil smirk on his face, he released his kitten to raise one of her legs to wash it while trying to avoid the smoldering heated look that was in her eyes. He repeated the motions with the other leg.

Turning her to face the spray, he soaped up her back and buttocks. As her turned her to face him again, he playfully swatted her ass before he placed the wash rag in her tiny hands. Rinsing it out and re-lathering it, she moved so that Master would be under the streams of slowly cooling water. Bathing his chest paying special attention to his nipples before she got down on her knees to wash his legs. Turning him so that she could get his back, pressing herself against him as she slid to her knees, waiting for him to turn to face her. Her breath caught as she was faced by his erect cock.

Masters' cock was beautiful; long and thick and pulsing so hard for her right there. She could already taste it, remembering all the times before. Licking her lips, she dropped the cloth as she bent forward to take his cock into her hungry mouth again. Licking the head, tasting the salty taste of his pre-cum, she moaned and started really going down on him like the cock slut that she is. Moaning like a whore, she took him in deep until he was hitting the back of her throat, gagging her beautifully. Masters breathing had changed, was deeper now, and coming faster, almost a pant. Suddenly, his hands were wound painfully in her hair, roughly fucking her throat until he held her there, lips pressed to his skin, as he erupted in her mouth and down her throat. She was gagging on it, struggling to breath when he finally released her and shoved her away from him. She lay there, crumpled on the shower floor, as he turned off the water and got out.

She lay there, panting, throat sore, as she listened to him towel off. The curtain drew back and he was there pulling her to her feet, helping her step out and onto the slippery tile. Gently patting her down and towel drying her hair, he helped his pretty kitten come back to herself.

Brushing her hair back off her shoulder, he stood in front of her, and Master wrapped his arms around her. Leaning down, he gave her a feather-light kiss on her shoulder before whispering, "You did really good just now kitten. Now, lets get you dressed and ready to go."

Excitement bubbled within her once more as she giggled and followed him into the closet. He turned and frowned at her watching him look through the clothes. "Why don't you go back and sit on the bed and wait for me?" he asked her. When she didn't answer and just continued to watch him, he ordered her. "Go on, be a good slave and wait outside for me or you'll stay here and won't go out this weekend." The threat of being cooped up in the house while he went out and had fun, possibly with other women, was enough to send her scrambling across the room to her designated kneeling spot next to her large pet bed.

A few minutes later Master came back into the room dressed in a red button down, jeans and his favorite boots, her own boots in one hand and a bundle of black cloth in the other. He threw it on the bed as he past, glancing at her as he headed toward the door. "Be dressed and ready in 10 minutes. You'll know what make-up to wear." And then he was gone. She heard him descend the stairs as she wearily looked back at the bundle on the bed.

Ten minutes later she was racing down the steps. She felt terribly exposed in the outfit Master had chosen but she refused to disappoint him by voicing her complaints. She was wearing nothing but strips of tape covering her nipples under her long-sleeved black hooded mesh shirt. Around her hips she had on a heavy black and white plaid skirt that felt like it would fall off any moment and had removable bondage straps. Beneath this she had on only garters and ripped and torn fishnet thigh highs that led the eye down to her 4 inch heeled boots. With her hair in two braids framing her face, eyes thickly lined with black, lips painted a deep burgundy she knew she looked like a gothic slut and she only wished that she knew exactly where Master was taking her dressed like that.

He was waiting for her by the front door, keys in hand. Joy sparkling in his eyes he guided his very excited kitten out the door and to the truck.

Sitting with her back to the door, one leg in the seat so that she was completely exposed to Master, as was required of her always, she alternated from watching her Master to watching their surroundings curiously, wondering where they were headed. She was a little confused when she realized they were going in the direction of the mall until they turned down the street to Masters' office and she saw the Volkswagen parked in front of his office building, that cute little red head in jeans and barely there top leaning against the car. For a few months now, Master and his kitten had met with her friend Stephanie here at his office for lessons. Once inside the classroom, she stopped being his kitten and he Master. He became Teacher and she the Teacher's Pet. And they were starting the weekend off with a lesson with Stephanie.