“Um, I… er…”
She didn’t know what to say. Slowly, languidly I sat myself down on one of the dining chairs that had been dragged into the lounge to provide more seating, observing that, oddly enough, the entire area around us seemed to have gathered quite a crowd. I imagined Lynn was fuming at the “spectacle” I was making, but I didn’t care. There was something deliciously satisfying about humiliating a girl in public, especially in front of a crowd of strangers. I knew Lynn’s friends were pretty easygoing, so nobody was going to have a problem, but it made it more excruciating for little Susie to have all these people looking at her while she did all the things she didn’t realize she was going to do yet.
I placed the saucer on the floor.
“Drink it.”
I looked up at her, standing there above me, with an expression of such sheer mortification on her face I wanted to kiss her right then and there.
“Um, it’s on the floor?” she responded uneasily.
“I know. And you will be too in a minute when you get down there and drink it. Don’t you want to be a good little kitten for me?”
This would be the turning point, the tip over the edge. No sane woman would get on her hands and knees and lick from a saucer in a crowded room unless she really, really needed this.
“Yes.”
Her voice was a hoarse whisper, almost inaudible, but a sound that sent sparks down my spine. Beneath my glistening latex I could feel a slick sheen of sweat on my skin, the rubber seeming to cling even tighter as I absorbed that beautiful moment of admittance. She would be mine.
“I think you should perhaps get on the floor and drink the milk I’ve brought you then, don’t you?”
It was almost as if I could see the devil and angel battling on her shoulders. To give in was to shame herself, to show all these people she had just met that she wanted to be told what to do by a woman in shiny rubber and six-inch heels, but to give in was also to give up, to surrender her self-control and let herself be carried away with the calming pleasure of complete obedience. I don’t even know which one was the devil, and which the angel, but one of them won, and she gradually, painfully lowered herself to her knees, her cheeks burning. I glanced at our fellow guests, most of whom didn’t seem that interested anymore, since the subtleties of mind games were beyond their comprehension. Never mind, she didn’t need to know that.
“That’s a good little kitty,” I murmured softly, reaching out for her shiny brown hair, feeling it slipping through my fingers as I stroked it. “A very good little kitty. Now drink your milk.”
Her big brown eyes implored me to not make her, but I remained firm. A girl needs to learn to do as she’s told, even when it doesn’t suit her. Gently I nudged her head, watching even her ears turning redder as the humiliation raged through her, until her pretty face was right next to the saucer, her paws resting either side of it, her little pink tongue creeping out of her mouth.
“Drink it.”
I could feel the slippery wetness like a sticky river between my legs, arousal almost choking me as I watched her do as I said. Tentatively at first, then with more enthusiasm, she lapped at the contents of the saucer, with an adorable little cough of surprise when she realized it wasn’t milk after all. She looked so subservient, curled up on the floor like that, her hands motionless inside their fluffy black prisons, and I could only imagine how difficult it had been for her to do this. That thought made me glow with desire for her.
Once she had nearly drunk half of it, I reached down and took hold of the pink leather of the collar, tugging on it to motion her upward. Creamy white splashes of the liqueur clung to her lips, dribbling down her chin. Her wide eyes looked up at me, as if waiting for me to ask her to do something even worse. But I didn’t. I just stared at her, absorbing every detail of her face, every flicker in her eyes, so close I could smell the sweetness of the chocolate in the liqueur, until I couldn’t bear it any longer. Tenderly, I took her chin in my hands and pressed my lips against hers, making her almost gasp, my kiss so light it almost wasn’t there. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she brushed her lips against mine again, as if we were each testing the other, wanting the other to want it as much as we did. And we wanted it so much.
Her tongue pushed between my teeth, parting them until I could feel the coolness of her mouth, taste the sugar and cream and desperate need, my fingers twisting in her hair now, bringing her closer to me. Her body was tense, wanting to reach out and touch me but not being able to, her hands still encased in satin and fur. My poor, helpless little kitten… Just the thought of it made me want to immobilize her more, see her tied up tightly and unable to escape, struggling in her binds as I covered her body with kisses, but I knew this was no place for that. My treasured innocent would have to wait.
“Take me home.”
I almost didn’t hear her, her voice muffled between my lips that were kissing away the sound of the words. I almost didn’t dare hope that was what she had said. But she had.
I pulled away, studying her face, making sure I understood what she meant, smiling back as she smiled up at me.
“Please?”
Who could resist a girl who asked so politely? I stood up to leave, my heart pounding with anticipation, waiting for her to stand up too. She just stayed there, on her hands and knees, looking up at me so beguilingly, waiting for me to lead her. Lead her like a pet, a cherished creature, a purring kitty for me to take. That one moment of offering herself, of taking on her own humiliation without even my request, was the moment I think I fell in love with her. Slowly, so slowly, I walked across the room, not even needing to look behind me to know she was crawling after me, my adoring pet following her mistress to her lair. I waved good-bye to Lynn, whose jaw was almost literally on the floor at the sight of her sweet little neighbor crawling behind me, but none of that mattered now. I waited for my kitten to catch up with me, to crawl to her flat downstairs, where she unlocked the door and wriggled in, letting me follow. I knew I would follow her anywhere.
Her bedroom was just how I expected it, pink and white and girlish and feminine, with cushions scattered across her bed and a teddy bear in the middle. She was waiting for me, curled up on the end of the bed, her back arched, poised for whatever it was I would do to her. Thoughts crossed my mind of how much I wanted to hurt her, to make her cry and beg and scream, then kiss all those screams away, but that didn’t seem right for her. No, that would come later. Little kittens don’t cry, they purr with pleasure, and lick and stroke and play, and I wanted nothing more right now than to feel that pretty little tongue dancing all over me.
“You are a good little kitty, aren’t you?” I enthused, rubbing her ears and making her giggle with girlish pleasure. “You don’t want to be naughty, though, do you?” She shook her head vigorously, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be asked such a question, as if she hadn’t been standing next to me at a party just a few hours before being taken aback at being asked her own name. “Are you going to show me what a good little girl-pet you are then?” I enquired, getting even wetter just at the thought of it, slowly beginning to unzip my suit, revealing inch after inch of my skin to her. “Are you going to make me come all over your pretty kitty face?”
She looked quite speechless now, her eyes a mix of disbelief and sheer, unadulterated lust, watching as I pulled the zip past my aching cunt and parted my legs for her. I could feel the tightness of the rubber even more now, the coldness of the air making the rest of me feel even more contained in its latex casing, my head spinning with the need to feel her mouth on me. She flexed her body around to reach me, her hands resting either side in their cute little paws, her tongue slowly, unbearably licking the length of me, making me want to scream and grab her head and make her lap at my clit until I came right then and there. But I knew this would be better. This agonizing wait would make me see stars; I just had to endure it first.