PoetofSmut
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“Where is my Kitten?”.
Four little words. Enough to set the mood, enough to announce my intent, enough to fill the air with electrically charged tension, enough to bring her bouncing towards me like a little girl hurrying towards the ice cream truck.
She didn’t speak, but her face beamed with pleasure at seeing me, hearing my voice, smelling my scent. Seeing her in a good mood always made me happy, just as seeing her sad always made me feel protective of her.
I pulled her in for a kiss, a rough, eager, heated kiss, a kiss I had waited for, looked forward to, longed for with every fibre of my being for all the hours I had been at work, ever since I had left her with a soft, lingering kiss of goodbye at the door this morning. My hand was behind her head, in the nape of her neck, holding her firmly.
“Did you have a good day?”, I asked, smiling.
A happy little nod.
“And will you be a good Kitten for me this evening?”, I growl, looking her straight into the eyes.
Another giddy nod, along with a blush and an averting of her eyes.
“Then why is my Kitten still dressed?”
Down go her hands and up comes her dress, raised over her head and discarded in one fluid movement, no hesitation, no fumbling, no awkwardness. She didn’t wear a bra, so her panties are next, and then her socks, and as she bends down for them, I gently push on her shoulders, just a hint, and she responds immediately, falling to her knees, going into what I think to myself of as “Kitty mode”.
She meows like a cat, then purrs as she rubs her silky nude form at my legs and nudges at my groin with her nose. I bend down and stroke her hair. “That’s a good Kitten”, I mutter. She nuzzles my crotch through my pants, but I gently push her away. “Go, off with you!”, I tell her, smiling. “To the Kitten Cave!”
We call it that. Kitten Cave. A silly little joke, mayhaps, and yet not too far from the truth, for that small windowless room is indeed a safe cave for my little pet girl. It lies at the center of the house, as far removed from all danger and ugliness of the world as can be, an enclosed oasis of joy and peace. All the things we use when we play, all the things I need to nurture and take care of my Kitten are in there. And now she falls to all fours and scampers off towards it, wiggling her hips at me as she does so, as if she was swishing her imaginary tail at me - I decide right then and there that I’ll buy her that tail-plug I had caught her looking at on the internet -, showing off her cute little butt and giving me a glimpse at her pussy through those milky thighs I loved so much.
Saucy little puss.
I follow, leisurely. I am not in a hurry anymore, that part of my day is done. Even as my cock strains against my pants, I am utterly relaxed and at peace.
In the kitten room, I find her kneeling on the floor, watching the door expectantly, purring in pleasure as I walk in. I walk towards the cushion pile, still dressed, and lay down on my side. I only have to pat the cushions in front of me once, and she pounces towards me like lightning, nestling against me, curling up to me, her back towards me, her bum grinding against my groin. That’s one Kitten in heat alright, I thought to myself. But I am a bit tired right then, it had been a long day. So I put my arm over her, drawing her close to me, and begin to pet and caress her as I kiss her neck and nibbl her earlobe, whispering soft words of endearment to her, of what a good Kitten she is, what a pretty pet, what a lovely little companion for me. She shivers, partly from my words, partly from the leisurely movements of my hand down her body, petting her as softly and tenderly as one would a real cat, without any overt sexual intent, and yet she feels the sensuality of it all… of course it doesn’t help that she can feel my hot, hard cock pressing against her butt. She meows, a whine in her voice. I smile.
“Alright then, off with you. Down.”
She obeys, a hopeful spring in her movement, but she cannot be sure… she is on all fours again, poised like a tiger ready to pounce, looking up at me with those bright, innocent eyes, now full of lust and desire. She licks her lips.
“Kitten in heat position, my pet”, I order, my voice hoarse with arousal.
She jumps to it, turning her back towards me, then pressing her face down to the carpet, raising and stretching her ass towards me, presenting it and her pussy to me. She meows again, and wags her hips.
I rise, and undress hurriedly, then I kneel down behind her and finally drive into her, into her soft velvet pussy, her wet hot hole of animal lust, and she moans in pleasure as she feels me fill her.
And then we start, me pulling back and pushing forth, her bucking against me, writhing, moaning and clenching and twitching, raising her head and letting it fall again after a while, and me grabbing her hips to pull her into me, or bending down over her so I can grab around her and grope her breasts. I even pull her hair at one point, making her gasp and shiver,everywhere, and it is such an amazing feeling that I almost cum, but I manage to stave it off for a bit longer, till I feel her clench around my cock when her own orgasm overtakes her, and then I let go and erupt inside her, panting and groaning in sheer mindless pleasure.
Once we have caught our breaths, I pull out of her. “Clean”, I command, and she darts around eagerly, licking my semen and her juice off my cock. But she does not stop there, saucy little Kitten: she takes it into her hot little mouth, sucking it, making me grow hard again. I am still so sensitive that it hurts a bit to be stimulated again so soon, but who am I to deny my Kitten her favourite treat? And so I let her proceed, stroking her hair, murmuring how much I love her and cherish her. And then I cum again, shivering, a softer, gentler orgasm than my first, but no less intense, filling her mouth, feeling her swallow. Finished, she releases me and looks up at me for approval, but also for further direction. She can be willful, my little Kitten, but right now she is in a submissive mood, I can see that clearly.
“Go prepare a bath, Kitten”, I tell her. She smiles, and crawls across the room towards the tub that fills one corner of the Kitten Cave. As she prepares the water - just hot enough, just the right amount of bubble bath products, a Kitten can be very particular about such things! -, I watch the lithe, lovely movements of her body, and I know that sharing a bath with her will make me hard again, and that I will take her again, right there in the water, or maybe afterwards, when I have towelled her dry and spread her out somewhere warm and soft and nice…
After all, we still have the whole evening ahead of us, my Kitten and I.
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