Kitten

J. J. MacGuire Kitten

CHAPTER 1

She had arrived on our doorstep in a basket, Naked as the day she was born. One of Master's clients had sent Him Kitten as a thank you gift, for the dungeon he had just completed. Kitten was a slave and a switch, and even though she had been with us about six months, I still knew very little about who she was and where she came from. I knew Master had her pedigree, and he would have told me if there were things I should have known.

Driving back with Kitten from our weekend at Mistress Bergenia's Academy for Submissives and Slaves, ASS, I finally got up the courage to ask her about her life prior to coming to live with Master and me.

I sneaked a peek over at her. Her eyes had taken on a distant look, when she sighed and said, "I've been to hell and back, Baby, some were good, some I tremble at the thought of."

I had known Kitten was into some really kinky stuff, but until she started talking I did not have a clue. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, Kitten," I said, "but I would like to know more about you, and this is about the first time we could talk without others being around."

"We have been very busy since I came to live with you and Master. I suppose you do have the right to know where I come from." She giggled. "I was born in… No, that's not what you want to hear about. You want to know how I got into the life style."

"Yes, Kitten, I would like to know that"

"Well, we weren't dirt poor when I was growing up, but I did not come from the right side of town. I was the fun girl in high school, the one the jocks would take out when their girl friends were busy. You know the kind, the one who puts out. I really never had a boyfriend, and all I could think of growing up was getting out of Dodge."

She shifted in the seat and leaned her head back on the rest, closing her eyes. "I graduated and left town that night, headed west in my old Pinto station wagon. I got about two hundred miles away before the radiator went. It was a dark, lonely road, but hey, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself right.

"I had seen a gas station a few miles back so I pulled out my backpack and started walking that way. It wasn't long before I heard some dogs barking. I thought it was pack of wild ones, so I started running. I saw house lights off in the distance and ran toward that. When I got closer there was a sign on the fence blocking the driveway that said Kennel. So I rang the bell.

It was close to midnight when a guy came out in his shorts and yelled they were closed. I explained that my car had broken down and needed to borrow his phone to call a tow truck. He came to the gate and was giving me the once/twice/three times over with his eyes.

I should have suspected something was up then, but hell, men had been doing that to me all my life. He said no one would be able to get to my car till morning, why didn't I come in. He told me to step back as I heard the whir of gears as the electronic gate opened." She moved again in her seat and slid her skirt up and spread her legs. She had no panties on – neither of us ever did.

There was a rest stop up the road and she pointed to the sign saying, "Why don't we pull in there for a bit, and I'll tell you the rest of the story."

I made a beeline for a spot under some shady trees at the end of the lot. Pulling in I threw the car in park, but left the air conditioner running, then turned to watch her as she told me of her life.

"Now where was I, oh, yes. He brought me into the front room of his house and pointed to the couch, telling me I could sleep there. Said his woman would be out at daybreak and she would feed me, before the tow truck came.

I settled down for the night, and woke refreshed. As I opened my eyes there stood a small brunette in a collar, shorts and a tank top. She was holding a plate of food. She was kind of cute with her hair in pigtails, and her big brown eyes. Kind of reminded me of a springer spaniel.

"Master said you are to eat this, the guy from the garage is on his way for your car and they will call to tell you what needs to be done to fix it." She handed me the plate and padded away.

When I had finished, I got up and went to look for her or the kitchen to give her back the empty plate. Walking into the kitchen, I found her on all fours eating out of a bowl. I was a bit taken aback, I mean, come on now, people are suppose to eat at tables or sitting up, not on the floor, out of a bowl." She giggled. "Oh, how naive I was."

I sat in the car watching her as she slid her fingers over her mound. I could see from her expressions that she was thinking back and collecting her thoughts before continuing.

"He came into the kitchen and she crawled over to rub her cheek on his leg. He patted her on the head, just as if she was a dog. Then he called her puppy. Telling her she was a good puppy. I had told him my name the night before, and that most just call me, Kitten." She shook her head. "The irony of a cat in a kennel with a bunch of dogs."

She let her middle finger enter her wet cunt, and I could hear every stroke as she moved her fingers in and out. Her face had taken on a mask. I couldn't tell if these were pleasant memories or painful ones.

"I thanked him for calling the garage and asked if I should go meet them at the car. He was emphatic that I didn't need to bother – they would call when they knew what was wrong with it. Then he asked if I would like a tour of the kennels." She moaned a little and from her frenzied movements I could see and smell that she was on the edge. Gasping out, she continued. "We went out the back door and there were cages lined up in a row. This naked man darted around the corner, bounding up to us, and immediately stuck his nose in my crotch. I tried to push his nose away but his neck muscles were strong. I started to pull on the collar around his neck when he gave a low growl. I quickly moved my hands away and stood there feeling very uncomfortable."

She had stopped pumping in and out and was now stroking her clit, spreading the lips wide, rubbing her hand slowly up and down.

"Frank was the guy's name. Later, I found out he liked to be call Kennel Master. Frank was behind me and said, "Looks like my alpha male likes you, Kitten. But then most males like pussy, don't we." He pulled my arms behind my back and strapped them together. The alpha male still had his nose in my crotch as I screamed. Frank let me scream saying; "Kitten, there is no one to hear you, except me and my dogs, so you might as well save your voice."

Her smile had gone flat, but she continued to stroke her clit in a slow lapping motion as she continued her story, "He took me into a cage where there was a wooden stock. He placed my head in the stock and locked me in, bent over at the waist. Coming up behind me he slid my shorts off. I was crying hard, and was trying to kick him as he stripped me. He then spread a cream on my breast and between my legs. I was still trying to kick him, when he lowered the stock causing me to drop to my knees. The cur was at my face, licking it. His big blue eyes stared into mine. I closed my eyes, only to have Frank pull my hair hard and he told me to look at him. "Do not loose eye contact again," he grunted out. The man/dog left my face and moved to my side. I noticed his cock was hanging down and it was huge. I had never seen another to rival it, and nothing in all my experience had prepared me for what came next. Walking out of my peripheral view the alpha male starts sniffing under my arms and licking off whatever Frank had rubbed on me."

Kitten was starting to pant hard again, but she didn't stop telling me, "Long rough strokes, moving closer to my breast. The cur licked and suckled like a pup, and I felt myself growing wet. I was totally taken aback from my reactions and I tried to move away, but I only dislodged the dog (by this time he was a dog in my mind) I didn't discourage it. Again, he was on the cream trail, this time down my hip to my cunt."